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Caim | Pt. 1

• Pairing: Witch!Yoongi x Namjoon • Genre: Fluff/ a bit of angst | Witch!AU ( → Gifset Trailer) • Words: 12,7k | written with @cassiavioletblue • Disclaimer: black magic, cursed induced dark thoughts & anxiety, mentioning of death, smut content

↳ Caim (scottish, n.) - an invisible circle of protection, drawn around the body with the hand, that reminds you that you are safe and loved, even in the darkest times or just a story about how Namjoon stumbled in the middle of Yoongi’s spell.

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There was a light breeze coming from the climate control, maintaining a pre-set temperature so comfortable that it could be compared to sitting under the shield of a tree with a gentle breeze. The auditorium was lit with ceiling and wall lights, which could be dimmed or suited to the desired lighting. Namjoon sighed and looked up at his class, “I’d like to remind each and every one of you that I won’t be teaching lectures next semester.” A sad murmur went through the crowd that had Namjoon smile nonetheless, glad that the student’s apparently liked his lectures. “I’m still going to work through your assignments and will send your grades to the administration as soon as possible.” Namjoon took his stack of papers and dismissed the class, before he pushed it all into his bag, not really caring about being careful or neat.

Only when it was completely quiet did Namjoon step away from the podium. The first time Namjoon had entered the auditorium, he had thought he had entered some kind of sports arena. He had wondered how those sitting way high from the entrance door could still follow his lecture or his lab experiments, but he had underestimated the new media system. Everything was shown via cam, his hands as big as the ones of a giant on the big screen behind him. He felt nervous every time, praying to whatever higher power there was not to spill anything expensive or any acid on him in front of an audience. It had only happened once. He was glad, he’d rather just deal with his clumsiness on his own in his home and not have a dozen of students watching him.

At home, Namjoon closed his eyes to concentrate once more, but when he opened them there was still nothing but his pounding headache. With a sigh he gave up on his plan to finish a stretch of his dissertation. Distractions assailed him from every mental quarter - the headache making him feel light-headed, the phone call with his boss still on his mind. Some days, Namjoon had no idea how he managed to work on and finish his assignments, when instead, all he wanted was to climb in bed and stay there until he felt better. The headaches were the reason he moved further away from the city and to a small village right outside of town. He didn’t mind the twenty-minutes that it took him to drive to the university. But he had minded that there was no park near his house, only a loud bar right outside his apartment that made it so much harder for him to concentrate.

Namjoon took his jacket off the wardrobe and closed the door behind him. A smile on his face that let his dimples show as he greeted a neighbor on his way out. He took in the fresh air, feeling his headache dissolve slowly. It became his little routine to walk right down his street to the park nearby and the road that followed all through it. Normally he’d take the same way back, but something made him take a turn left, strolling through the streets deep in thoughts. Coming by a few shops and a bakery, Namjoon bought some fresh bread for the next morning and a cinnamon bun for him to eat right away. Munching on it while he was standing at a stop light, there was a sudden insistent push at his leg.

“Oh, hello there cutie,” Namjoon reached out, letting the cat sniff at his hand, before he caressed over its fur, it’s back arching beneath his hand, the tail sliding between his fingers as he pushed himself against his leg again. For a moment, he scratched and patted as the animal wriggled with pleasure. His fingers were gently circling the cat’s neck, while the cat began to purr. The cat nudged his leg with his nose again and Namjoon could have sworn he saw a thankful smile on its mouth, before it snapped his head around as if someone was calling for it. Namjoon looked up, narrowing his eyes a little to try and see whatever the cat had been looking at. But there was nothing, but a small alley behind them, one that lead up to a shop.

The cat quickly trotted along the way, its bushy tail swaying proudly. Namjoon followed it without a second thought, just because he was curious. At the end of the alley there was another shop, one that he might have missed if the cat hadn’t caught his attention. Before the cat reached the entrance of the shop there was someone reaching out for it, as if he had expected the cat.

“Hobi! Stop getting up to nonsense! I need you right now you need to guard the...”

The rest of the sentence was swallowed by the distance because whoever was inside the shop had quickly picked up the cat and left and all that Namjoon could see was a small figure with delicate hands that had stood out against the black fur because they had been so pale - and silver-grey hair. Intrigued he walked closer, not even sure what kind of shop this was or if it was even officially open. Still he was too curious to keep out and so he was clearing his throat politely to signalize that he was there - although no one was around anymore. Neither the silver haired nor the cat where anywhere to be seen and there was also no other customer in the shop. The door however was open and so Namjoon carefully stepped inside.

It was cooler inside the shop but not cold, rather refreshing and the first thing he noticed was the smell. It was spicy, a bit like cinnamon but apart from that Namjoon couldn’t recognize anything. He was sensitive to smell as too much of it could worsen his headaches, but he liked this one. It was...relaxing. He instantly felt more calm and his worries that he might intrude dissolved into thin air. It was so peaceful here… he just wanted to look around.

There were shadowy flecks falling onto the shelves and only when he looked up and saw that there was dark green vine with leafy branches growing all around the windows did he realize what it was. The plant was partially blocking the sunlight falling through the window causing the shadowy patterns. There was so much stuff inside the shelves, so many things that Namjoon had never seen before that he curiously reached out his hand for the very next thing to see what it was.

“May I help you?” A voice behind him made him flinch and almost knock something off the shelf when he pulled back his hand in reflex before turning around.

Namjoon recognized the silver-haired man right away. He was stunned for a second, not a word coming from him as he simply stared. He was handsome, very much so - Namjoon noticed it instantly and it was making him blush as he realized how much he was staring right now. “I…eh…I don’t know,” Namjoon finally spoke up, in all honesty, “Actually, your cat made me stumble upon your shop.”

“Hoseok?” Yoongi looked visibly surprised and then he turned, hissing something at his cat who looked strangely pleased with itself. He sighed and then mumbled, “As you are already here…” Yoongi put up his salesman smile and said as if he’d asked this a hundred times before, “What is it you want? What do you need? A hint of the future? A protective crystal? Cleansing a house of spirits? Helping decisions with a pendulum?” At Namjoon’s confused look he stopped and then added, “You do know what kind of shop this is, don’t you? Or did you expect this to be a cat cafe?”

He send his cat a look that said, ‘See what kind of people you bring here? Stupid ones!’

Namjoon shook his head, furrowing his brows as he was confused what kind of person would give a cat such a human name. “No, not really. I’m new, I just moved here, so I don’t know any of these shops around. I was just taking a look and I couldn't tell from the outside.” He chuckled lightly, “But I guess it’s an esoteric shop? A beautiful one at that.” Namjoon turned a little, letting his gaze wander around the little shop that he couldn’t wait to explore further. “I don’t think you can help me with any of that, except if you’re able to oscillate my headache away, then count me in.”

Yoongi laughed. “Oh, that’s no problem. I could totally do that. But I know something that might be even more helpful than that.” He hurried off and while continuing to talk to him so Namjoon could hear only bits and pieces and how he picked things up from different shelves. He quickly came, hands full of dried herbs and strange little bottles back to ask, “Do you want something external or internal?”

Namjoon still looked confused so he chuckled and clarified, “I mean balm or tea? I’ve got this great peppermint oil with chamomile and lavender - or if you just get them at night you could buy Valerian and hop drops - or if you like incense I have a great mixture or you could try a classic and get some tea with ginger, feverfew and coriander seeds, with just a hint of angelica and a pinch of willow bark and some rosemary. Or skullcap?” It seemed like he was talking more to himself now, giving Namjoon an intense glance as if he could figure out what kind of headaches Namjoon suffered from just by looking at him with furrowed brows. His customer though, just stood there frozen, his mouth agape as he looked at all the small bottles in Yoongi’s hands. His very delicate hands. That’s the other thing he noticed about him right away. For a moment, Namjoon wondered if they would feel as soft as he imagined them to be.

“You’re cute when you ramble,” Namjoon chuckled, only realizing too late, when the words were already out of his mouth, that he had thought out loud. He blushed, trying to somehow cover up his own mishap and quickly added, “I get my headaches randomly, mostly from sitting at my desk or standing in my lab all day.” Namjoon finally answered – at least one of Yoongi’s questions, “It helps just to get some fresh air sometimes but one some days…it can get quite painful. So, whatever you feel like would help, I guess?” With the hot tingling feeling still on his cheeks, he smiled awkwardly.

Yoongi blinked and almost lost control of one of the bottles who were balancing dangerously on top of each other and almost toppled over. Did that customer just flirt with him? He didn’t have to look at Hoseok to know that the cat was absolutely entertained.

“That’s…uhm, I see what I can do. Just wait a second while I mix some stuff together.” He went back into his storage room where the real magic was safely put away for humans to not get accidentally mess with it while wondering when had been the last time that he had actually been flirted with. By a human. Jimin flirted with him all the time but as a love witch that didn’t count. He chuckled at what Namjoon would do if he would reciprocate the flirting. Ask him out for coffee? Cook him dinner? Paws against his leg brought him back to reality. “Alright, alright, I get it. No getting lost in thoughts while handling magic that concerns the head. You’re right. I should be more careful.” He willed down the urge to ask Hobi if he remembered the last time they had a magical mishap and Yoongi accidentally spilled something over him tinting Hobi’s fur purple for a few days, but he really didn’t want to get scratched in his sleep.

Namjoon took the time to put his cold palms against his cheeks, hoping it would calm his heartbeat and make the blush disappear again. He cursed at himself quietly, walking through the shop a little more, looking everywhere but where Yoongi went in hope to get his blushing in check before the other returned. He let his hand wander over a few books that were neatly stored in a shelf, reading their titles with interest as he had never heard of them, opening a book about crystals when Yoongi cleared his throat making him jerk around. Pushing the book back into its original place, Namjoon walked over to the counter, “It looks good, whatever it is. How do I use it?”

Yoongi had half a mind to give Namjoon obscure instructions just to see the other look at him with his wide eyes and blushed cheeks again but he figured if he wanted the other to come again he should play nice. “If you feel the headaches coming then use a teaspoon of this in hot water - not boiling - and let it soak for about five minutes. Then drink it when it has cooled down a bit. If the headache won’t get better repeat within an hour but it should lessen the pain with the amount of one teaspoon alone, if you run out of this mixture just visit again and I can refill it.”

Namjoon nodded, mumbling the instruction under his breath once more to not forget about it. “Thank you, really! It sounds promising,” He said with a smile that showed his dimples, before he reached back to get out some money to pay for it. “Tell Hobi I’m glad he showed me your shop.” When he paid for it, Namjoon reached out for the little jar, “And that he got really nice, fluffy fur.” As if he heard his name, the cat jumped up on the counter, nudging his face against his arm softly. Just as Namjoon was about to reach to scratch the cat behind it’s ears again, Yoongi held onto his wrist tightly, making him freeze on the spot.

“What is this?” Yoongi’s eyes narrowed as he inspected the wound on the inside of Namjoon’s arm. It looked almost healed but there was still something wrong with the skin; the color was off, it still looked bruised and patchy. It sometimes looked like this when you spilled a potion onto your skin - but the human in front of him seemed to have absolutely zero percent of magic in him. Maybe he wasn’t as innocent as he appeared and instead had been spying in his shop? Or... could he be a witch hunter? Hobi next to him meowed loudly, telling Yoongi to cut the bullshit. As if he would actually be stupid enough to bring a witch hunter into Yoongi’s own shop!

“Sorry,” Yoongi relaxed a little, the apology being for both of them. “It just looks… bad. How were you hurt? I can get you something for this as well if you want?”

Namjoon was a bit stunned, while the other still held onto his wrist tightly examining the wound. He had been right; his hands were just as soft as they looked. With a shy chuckle he answered, “I’ve been working on some experiments for my dissertation. It’s just a bit of a chemical burn, I guess. Don’t worry...it doesn’t hurt anymore.” Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck nervously with the other hand, “I don’t really got more money with me though.” He blushed lightly when he quietly added, “I could come back tomorrow?”

Yoongi huffed, “You do realize that ‘just’ and ‘chemical burn’ don’t belong in the same sentence, don’t you? And that anything you use to heal works better the quicker you use it after your accident?” He let go of Namjoon’s hand and hurried off to get something from the shelves in the back area were the magic stuff was, “Shouldn’t you know all the safety measurements by heart if you’re already writing your dissertation? You need longer gloves if you use dangerous shit like that...”

He came back with a little jar that had nothing on it, no sign, no description. “Put a little bit of this on the burn every night before you go to sleep. Make sure all the damaged skin is covered. Do not eat it. Try not to spill some more chemicals on that area before it’s healed.” He told him with a deadpan expression and then placed the jar in Namjoon’s hand. “See it as a ‘new customer’ kind of gift. And I somehow have the feeling you might come back for more anyway - so it’s a good investment.”

“I do know that, but…I’m clumsy, I guess,” Namjoon admitted in defeat and added, “I wasn’t planning on doing any more damage to myself. I’ll try my best.” With a smile he stuffed the jar into his bag and caressed over the Hobi’s fur one last time, thanking Yoongi once more for his help before he was out the door.

“You’re staring, Yoongi,” Hoseok licked his fur nonchalantly, sitting on a nearby shelf that he had hopped on, as if it was his throne. “I’m not!” Yoongi answered sharply, the pout evident in his voice. He knew he had lost the argument with the way Hobi just continued cleaning his fur, not even sparing him a glance. “Why do you have to drop random strangers in here anyway? Give me a warning next time please? What if I had been in midst of a spell?” His complaining was pointless because Hobi had his own head though luckily he never pulled off something like this without reason. “Did you wanted me to help him? With his pains? Or does he work in a factory for canned tuna and you’re expecting gifts the next time he comes back here?” There was no seeing behind his familiar’s motives but Yoongi was certain that it would soon show.

“Yeah, actually,” Hobi meowed a little before he jumped of the shelf, trotting over to Yoongi, “I was hoping for him to give me some of the cinnamon bun he was eating.” It was when he had seen the burn on Namjoon’s hand, quickly realizing that usual human medicine would take too long and leave a horrible scar. “I thought he was cute. I’ve never seen him here before,” Hoseok added, walking ahead with his head held high, “So…you’re hoping he comes back as well, huh?”

“Knew it! You’re a greedy little thing.” He shook his head, contemplating, “Though I wouldn’t say no to a cinnamon bun either...”

Or to cinnamon flavored kisses…

He blushed a little when he realized where his thoughts were going and then quickly turned, clearing his throat to play it cool, “Of course I want him to come back - it’s good to have regular customers.” He neither fooled Hoseok nor himself.

As Yoongi was busy in his shop and Hoseok had not managed to get anything remotely like a cinnamon bun he decided to go for a little walk. His fluffy tail up in the air did he walk on furry paws along the sidewalk. As Namjoon had stuff from Yoongi in his pockets and the hues of Yoongi’s magic around him (as he had been in the shop for a while) Hobi decided to just take a look where Namjoon was living. He quickened his pace, galloping along a garden wall and hopping over small fences to use some short cuts. The trail would fade quickly so he had to hurry to keep on Namjoon’s tail (and hope that he wouldn’t get into a car or some other kind of transportation with closed doors or Hobi would be left with nothing).

Just as he thought that he had lost Namjoon did he see a door closing behind him. It was a small apartment complex with a white front door and two steps leading up to it. Hobi quickly run up the stairs, meowing against the door but Namjoon didn’t hear him or was too far away already. He got on his hind legs and drummed against the door with his paws for a minute but when that didn’t work either he pouted (as much as you could pout as a cat) let it be and decided to take a look around the house instead.

There was a small patch of grass in the backyard that you couldn’t call a garden and when he looked inside the balcony door which was made of glass he saw two teenagers sitting in front of the TV playing video games on a carpet that was obviously made from synthetic fiber. They were yelling at each other and eating chips and Hobi shook his fur in disgust. Greasy, electrically charged hands in his fur was the last thing he wanted. They had a rose arch with roses climbing up to the first floor - where everything was dark. He wiggled his way up the arch, climbing along the roses and then tried to see if this could be where Namjoon lived. But if the other wasn’t really heavily into girls clothes then it wasn’t his room. Hobi hesitated, wondering if Namjoon was already in a relationship but then he figured that climbing up another floor couldn’t hurt.

Namjoon was munching on the bread he had bought earlier as he eyed the little jars that the salesman at the shop has given him. He was curious about if it really would be helpful to his headache and his burn. Taking the steaming hot water from the stove, Namjoon poured it into a cup, doing just as Yoongi had ordered. The smell of fresh herbs filled his nostrils and he closed his eyes, already feeling the soothing effect on it on his thundering mind.

He sat down at his laptop again, pushing the little button to light up the screen. Sighing deeply, he took a sip from his tea. “Let’s do this.” Namjoon mumbled to himself. Half an hour later, Namjoon was so deeply immersed into his writing that he didn’t notice the magic unfolding around his wrist where he had put the crème. He only felt a slight tingle, one that didn’t bother him because he felt relaxed and his mind at ease. Namjoon took another sip from his tea, furrowing his brows deeply in concentration as he read over a paragraph once more. “Therefore, it is important that…,” He mumbled to himself, his fingertips tapping against the warm cup, before he typed in the finishing sentence of this paragraph. With a content smile Namjoon leaned back in his chair. He had finally been able to work and finish the pages he had on his small to-do list. He stretched his arms over his head, lacing his fingers together at the back of his head, closing his eyes for a moment as the sun was peeking through his window right next to him, warming up his cheeks perfectly, not noticing the furry black cat that jumped up on his window sill only a few inches away from him and only separated by glass.

Oh, there he was! Hobi had almost regretted his decision as he’s had to climb up the next floor without any help, having to bury his claws into the wooden outside of the house. Not that he couldn’t do it, but it was way more exhaustion than just hopping along a rose arch where you practically had a ladder. Luckily he saw Namjoon right away and the other was even facing towards him so it would be easy to get his attention. Hobi got up on his hind legs again, balancing easily on the windowsill while he started drumming his paws against the glass.

As he hadn’t expected anything, the sudden sound right next to him made Namjoon jerk in surprise and with that, he flailed his arms around pushing his cup of tea over and pouring it all over his pants. He screamed in sudden pain, hissing and mumbling curse words at himself as he jumped up from his seat, only to stumble over his own feet. Hastily, he grabbed a towel, dabbing on his jeans to soak up the hot water as much as he could before he opened the window to let the cat in simultaneously.

“What are you doing here, Hobi?” He asked in surprise, not really expecting an answer. Namjoon would have recognized that cat anywhere with its fluffy black fur and green eyes that were piercing right through him.

Hoseok proudly jut his chin forward, flattered that Namjoon had recognized him immediately and let him in without hesitation. He was a bit sorry for startling Namjoon enough for him to spill that tea over himself. Although it gave him the perfect opportunity to hop on the table right away and sniff the bread. It wasn’t a cinnamon bun, but it was at least something. While Namjoon continued to dab at the spilled tea he started munching on the bread, putting his paws on it to keep it from slipping while messily ripping chunks out of the fluffy food. He meowed contently. It had definitely been worth it to follow that human. And as he was already he could also take a look around, see if Namjoon was in a relationship, if he was superstitious - and just generally if he would be a suitable partner for Yoongi. His witch spent too much time alone in his opinion.

That wasn’t healthy, not even for a witch.

“Hey,” Namjoon looked up to see the cat munching on his bread happily, “I’m not sure if you’re supposed to eat this. Won’t you get a stomach ache, Hobi?” Once more Namjoon didn’t expect an answer but for a second, just a mini-second he could swear he saw the cat shake his head. Shaking his own, to get rid of the sudden ‘hallucinations’ Namjoon took the cat around its stomach to lift him up and started scratching him behind his ears lovingly, “Let me see if I got some tuna for you, right? So, your cute owner won’t get mad at me okay? And I don’t really want to be responsible for you getting sick either.” Hobi wiggled in protest and was about to be vocal about it when Namjoon mentioned something about tuna and he cocked his ears. He immediately stopped wiggling because if Namjoon would actually feed him tuna he could carry him around all he wanted. That the other had called his witch ‘cute’ was filed away for later after the more important questions had been answered (fresh or canned Tuna, in oil or water, one bite or a full meal..)

He put Hobi down again, opening the fridge as he mumbled to himself, “Ah, somewhere...I know I wanted to make myself some pizza.” A nudge on his leg made him look down, “Please don’t look too closely. It’s not very organized. It happens when you live alone, believe me.” Taking out the can of tuna, Namjoon turned towards the kitchen counter, “And talking to cats is probably another clue for me being on my own too much. Just me and my books.” Hoseok stayed close, sniffing here and there. He would have loved to tell the other that this was nothing against Yoongi being deeply immersed in a spell or potion. The difficult ones that could take a few days to brew had the other forgetting everything else in concentration and Hobi had to do some kind of obstacle course, hopping over books and running around vials and ingredients if he wanted to go out. Namjoon’s human mess absolutely fine in comparison. And probably not half as dangerous. Sadly, Namjoon wouldn’t be able to understand him so instead he just rubbed his head against the humans leg and meowed happily when the other prepared him the tuna. A full can!

Namjoon sighed deeply and poured the tuna onto a plate, shoving it towards the cat. The movement made him stretch his arm out, enough for him to see how his skin had drastically healed up where he had put on the creme from the esoteric shop. “Oh,” Namjoon wiped over the almost closed up wound, there was barely any trace left from his chemical burn, “Is your owner a magical healer or something? Look at that...it’s almost completely healed. His knowledge about herbs must be amazing and here I am failing at even keeping a bonsai tree alive.” A smile appeared on his lips, one that showed off his deep dimples. Hobi noisily dug into the food, his tail splayed out on the tiles. Maybe he could ask Yoongi to give Namjoon some hints about bonsai tree care in return for his splendid dinner.

Namjoon caressed over Hobi’s fur once more, chuckling low at the way Hobi was munching as if he had been starving before, which definitely couldn’t be true. “Did you follow me all the way to get some food, hm,” Namjoon mumbled, before he got up and yawned, “It’s warm enough anyways, so I’ll leave the window open for you, so you can jump out whenever but please,” He looked down at the cat, “Don’t rip open my couch with your claws, okay? It’s brand new!” The young man laughed at himself, shaking his head about how he was talking to a cat so nonchalantly, as if he had been doing it naturally forever. There were still some moving boxes standing around, while Namjoon maneuvered around them, bringing Hoseok a bowl of water as well and then retreated to his bed, tiredly rubbing the sides of his head. He smiled when he saw the cat walking around, sniffing some things and looking at him. Maybe he should get a cat himself? Maybe he would feel less alone then. Namjoon sighed softly and closed his eyes.

Hoseok enjoyed it a lot that Namjoon was so talkative because he thought nothing worse than being ignored. It also gave him a better idea of who Namjoon was as a person. Just the information about the couch was tempting him because sharpening your claws on new stuff where no one had scratched before was always exciting. Though of course he didn’t - not after being fed tasty tuna!

After properly cleaning his fur like he did after all especially tasty meals he began running around a bit to check Namjoon’s apartment out, but the man was making it difficult for him. There were no personal photos up yet that could tell him if he had family or who his friends were but in the bathroom there was only one toothbrush, so he probably lived alone. He didn’t have a trash can in the bedroom were Hobi could have looked for used condoms so he opened the drawers in his nightstand to check but there was nothing there that could tell him if Namjoon was having a partner. Just a book, some glasses and an opened bag of snacks that Hobi wasn’t sure was still edible. Quickly he made his round through the whole apartment but most of Namjoon’s stuff seemed to be still in boxes and he couldn’t open them (he had tried!) because Namjoon had used an excessive amount of tape that stayed stuck in his claws when he scratched it. As his duty was done here and his stomach was full Hobi said goodbye to Namjoon and then climbed through the window to run back to Yoongi and tell him what he had seen.

The next morning, Namjoon had wondered about the scratches on his boxes, but when he realized that Hobi most likely had tried to rip it open, he only laughed. He already liked that cat as it seemed that it had a mind of its own. The scratches reminded him about unpacking though, something that he had forgotten about over working on his project. With the headaches being gone, Namjoon could concentrate a whole lot better and finally move in completely, making his apartment feel like home for the first time. He was taking his time, unpacking one by one, while working on his dissertation in between, making the days go by fast.

So, Namjoon hadn’t even notice a week had gone by already, when he sighed, taking the knife to open up the final box. Deep in his thoughts and a lack of concentration later, Namjoon felt the pulsating deep in his finger, blood dripping down onto the carpet painting the spots in a dark color.

“Ahgh damn it,” He cursed and ran into the bathroom, quickly reaching for his first aid kit that he stored there. It was almost a routine by now, calming himself, disinfecting the wound and then looking closely if it wasn’t a deep cut. Luckily it wasn’t. Namjoon wrapped a bandage around his hand, hoping that the pressure kept it from bleeding too much. He sat down, leaning his head against the tiles, only opening his eyes when his stomach was growling low making him wonder when had been the last time he properly cooked himself a dinner. Probably way too long ago. He just found it easier to prepare something for more than one person, but he wasn’t fooling himself either. He was a terrible cook, having no clue about recipes or anything else but simple meals - which included pasta and pesto (no self-made ones).

“Maybe the cute guy has some cookbooks?” Namjoon thought to himself aloud and despite him knowing it wasn’t very likely to find a step by step cookbook in an esoteric shop, he got up anyways. Maybe the curiosity about his name and seeing the cute salesman again after days spending inside of his apartment, had gotten the better of him way too quickly, blending out everything else.

When the door opened the little bell chimed and Hobi’s head perked up. Yoongi finished the line in his book and then looked up as well. “Oh,” He had thought that Namjoon wouldn’t come back so soon especially after Hoseok had told him that the other was so busy writing something that he was practically still living outside of boxes. Then he noticed the bandage on Namjoon’s hand and furrowed his brow. “Did you burn yourself again?”

Namjoon hadn’t really expected for Yoongi to remember him, because he must see a dozen of people every day, but he had hoped he would and now that it happened, his heart made a jump. One that made him lose his breath for a second and the blush creep up his cheeks. “This?” Namjoon quickly hid his hand behind his back, “N-no, not really. I cut myself…was unpacking a few of my things. Didn’t pay attention.” He walked over to the counter with a smile, “But speaking of burning yourself…you’re not having any cook-books do you?”

“Huh, wait you... what?” Yoongi walked around the counter and reached out his hands for Namjoon, “Show me. This is bleeding way too much for a papercut. Did you grab a knife at the wrong end or how did you manage to do this?” He had to look up at him because at this close proximity it showed that Namjoon was so much taller than him. “How old are you exactly?”

Namjoon blinked at him in confusion but held out his bandaged hand anyways for him to look at. “I’m twenty-eight …why do you ask? I told you I’m just clumsy. I had a streak of bad luck lately,” Namjoon said, not wanting to seem like he was hurting himself every day, though that might seem true when Yoongi would see all the bruises on his knees where he bumped into furniture daily. “I wanted to cut open the tape, so I can open the box. But I was thinking about…,” Namjoon looked down at Yoongi. This close he could almost feel his breath, hear his heartbeat. “Too many other things…” Your name for example, Namjoon added in his mind.

Yoongi shook his head, murmuring to himself, “Twenty eight and can’t open boxes…” The ‘streak of bad luck’ had him listening up. “Did you piss off a witch? I have something against hex bag magic and curses if you want.” The amused smile on his lips didn’t make it clear if he was joking or really offering a service. He took the bandage from Namjoon’s hand and began unwrapping it. “Let’s take a look then..”

“A witch?” Namjoon furrowed his brows, but his thought vanished the moment Yoongi began to look at his cut thoroughly, hissing in pain. “Please be careful. It only happened like thirty minutes ago. It’s not deep, I checked it.” He added but let Yoongi do his work nonetheless, because he liked his soft touch on his own rougher skin. His delicate hands seemingly small next to his own. He liked it way too much already how Yoongi was so caring, his fingertips caressing over his wrist softly as he studied the wound. He’d hurt himself over and over again if it meant for Yoongi to touch him. Meanwhile his own gaze wandered over Yoongi’s face, taking in every line, every mole he could see, his cute button nose and the softness off his cheeks. He wondered what it would feel like to lean his own against it, to feel it on his chest. Namjoon shook his head quickly, shaking himself out of his stupor. He didn’t even know his name, barely even saw him twice and was already thinking about sleeping next to him? Once more his mouth was faster than his mind, the words slipping from his lips before he could take them back. “Don’t you want to tell me your name before you start becoming my personal nurse?”

“P…personal nurse?” Yoongi looked actually offended while Hobi meowed joyfully in the background, “It seems you need way more than a ‘nurse’ if you’re searching for Cookbooks in a wiccan shop. I mean I do have cookbooks but I’m not sure if ‘Magical cooking for all seasons’, ‘recipes for kitchen witches’ or ‘The wicca cookbook’ are really what you are looking for. I also have lots of books about herbalism and spices but with your luck you’ll end up poisoning yourself. Why don’t you try to get something more…suitable? Like ‘cooking for beginners’ or ‘easy recipes for children’.” He teased Namjoon with a straight face, sighing as he saw the cut. Namjoon had been right and it wasn’t deep, but it nonetheless looked raw and red and painful and so Yoongi made the decision to take the risk and use some magic on Namjoon again. Just this time. “Follow me, I think I’ve got some anti-inflammatory herbs in the back. And maybe some natural pain relief as well.”

“Or you could just tell me when you close up the shop so we can grab something from the bistro nearby? No lives in danger then,” He chuckled nervously, feeling more brave now that Yoongi had turned his back on him and he followed him. “I mean…I just moved here, that’s why…I mean….you could tell me where…it’s good to order food and stuff.”

Yoongi chuckled. He definitely hadn’t expected Namjoon to get bold so soon. “Are you asking me out, Namjoon?” His back was still turned towards him while he rummaged in the drawers for his dried herbs but the smile was visible in his voice. “I should warn you I’m a little harder to please than my cat - so you won’t win me over with some tuna.” He turned around with the herbs in hand. “There, let me patch you up. Again.”

Namjoon cocked his head to the side, “How do you know I gave him some tuna? That he was with me?” The blush was still heating up his cheeks and Namjoon sighed, quickly adding, “I mean, yeah, but no, only if you want to of course. I don’t know many people around, yet and I guess, you’re cute and weird. But I like that!” He nodded quickly, “I’m weird, too… and…I love good food. So, what do you think?”

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders and casually mentioned, “He smelled like your salve and tuna when he came back. And Hobi likes to stalk customers sometimes. So, I figured he followed you - and you fed him, because it’s hard to steal tuna for a cat.” The reality was that Hobi had told him, but he couldn’t just say that. “Cute and weird…,” Yoongi looked amused. “Well if we have so much in common you’re right, we should share our passions. But I’m not that much for takeout. If you want to learn to cook anyway why don’t you come here after closing time and I’ll cook something for us. Some simple stew or vegetarian meal that you could easily cook at home as well if you want.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened. He was really a failure when it came down to flirting or anything regarding the matter of romance. The more it surprised him that Yoongi wanted to meet up with him. Him, out of all people. “Sure! Just tell me when and I’ll be there!” Namjoon nodded eagerly, noticing Hoseok in the corner of the room so he quickly winked at him before turning back to Yoongi.

“I haven’t gone grocery shopping, but I can do that tonight and then we can cook tomorrow. Any allergies I should know of? I don’t want you to end up in hospital because of some peanuts or fish sauce.” He carefully placed the herbs on Namjoon’s cut and wrapped a clean bandage over it, while Namjoon shook his head.

“Yoongi.” The witch mumbled, confusing the other for a second before he realized that he just told him his name. Namjoon’s heartrate picked up and hadn’t stopped, even when only thirty minutes later he waved him goodbye again, leaving the witch back in his shop. Hoseok was roaming around the shop, meowing melodically in content while Yoongi was preparing new tinctures or helping customers and only when he turned the sign around that said ‘closed’, the black cat jumped up on the counter. “I can’t even remember you ever having a date. The only thing I remember was that…one…mishap with Jimin,” Hoseok licked his paw, not even looking up as he kept on talking, “Or that one time with Jungkook but…never a date.”

“Can you please stop memorizing my hook ups? And it’s not really a ‘date’. I’m just helping a poor human and learn him how to feed himself. If he’s as nice and charming and interesting as Namjoon then that’s just a bonus. But we both know it would never work. Not with someone living outside of everything magic. He could stumble upon a potion or mess with my concentration while doing a spell or watch me working some magic. It’s way too dangerous nowadays with a camera on every phone and the internet as a way to spread pictures and videos like lightning. I don’t want to be the cause for a modern witch hunt. And I don’t want to get involved with the GOMs (Guards of Magic) either. They’re scary as hell.”

Hoseok nudged Yoongi softly on his arm, which he had crossed in front of his chest as he was ranting about everything negative that could happen. “And still you invited him.” Hobi meowed, pawing against his arms, so the witch was lifting him up, scratching him behind his ears (just like he loved it) and giving him comfort in return. “I don’t think Namjoon is…that kind of a human. He doesn’t seem like he would exploit someone. You just don’t want to get involved with someone else. Human or witch alike. Just relax and see where it goes…I’ll keep an eye on him,” The cat nuzzled his head against him softly, adding quietly, “And don’t forget to add more tuna on your shopping list.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re a spoilt little ball of fluff, just so you know it.” It was nice to have someone that he could fully trust, someone who would always have his back even if they were not the same species. Yoongi buried his face in Hobi’s fur to give him a quick kiss and then helped him up so he could sit on his shoulder while he was putting the last few things away before closing up. “Nothing can happen while cooking dinner. It’ll be fine,” He calmed himself. Now that he had properly thought about it there was a nervous flutter in his stomach starting to rise. He gave the shop a last view before turning off the lights. “Let’s head home, Hobi.”

...

The moment Namjoon had closed his laptop the next day, he couldn’t sit still. It had been fine while he was immersed in his text, writing, thinking about anything else but Yoongi. Looking at his watch, he decided to take a quick shower, putting on comfortable clothes that were decent enough to be seen as ‘formal’ but not ‘too formal’ to make it awkward.

He stared down at his watch once more, calculating the time it would take him to walk over to Yoongi’s, tapping his foot onto the ground nervously. Reaching for his wallet, he pushed it down his back pockets, then gave himself a once over in his mirror. It had been a long time, since he felt this anxious.

Fifteen minutes later, Namjoon leaned against the staircase, scrolling through his phone in thoughts. Despite his calculation, he had been five minutes early, waiting for Yoongi to close up the doors. When Yoongi saw Namjoon waiting outside the shop all dressed up and with nowhere to go he broke into a smile. He opened the door wider, making the bell chime. “Come one in! You don’t have to wait outside when it’s so much nicer in here. How’s your hand?” The last customers of the day had just left and if no one came in at the very last minute then the evening was already theirs.

Namjoon mimicked his smile, stuffing his phone back and following Yoongi inside. The shop already felt so familiar to him and still, there were new objects, new dry herbs hanging from somewhere that he hadn’t seen before. The shop was changing each time, making it even more interesting to him. “It’s good. It healed up pretty fast,” He answered, walking deeper into the shop after Yoongi, “I’ve never seen anything heal so fast. Whatever you’re doing, you seem really good at it. How did you start by the way? This isn’t something you learn in school, right?” Leaning onto the counter, Namjoon greeted Yoongi’s cat with a smile and a soft caress over his fur, not really bothered by the cat – rather the opposite, he felt more calm now that he could play with Hobi’s fur while listening to Yoongi, unaware that the cat was listening as well, soaking in every bit of information he could get.

“What do you mean, when I started with herbalism or the selling herbs in the shop?” He contemplated how much truth he could tell Namjoon without giving away too much. “I was always interested in botanical stuff I guess. Not just the healing kind, the deadly ones and those used for food - I guess what fascinated me is that no matter what plant it doesn't just solely exist for ‘looking nice’ there’s always so much more behind it. Knowing what to use it for can literally save lives. Or improve your own. You can make cloth from them, paper, even built whole houses - their use is practically endless. And when I realized how much demand there is for medical herbs or incense or spices… I started the shop. And completed it with all kinds of stuff that I deemed fitting.” Hobi’s purring rang loud in the short silence. ”I learned most of it through knowledge that came from my family but also books and other herbalists and nowadays the internet can help too. You’re right though you probably wouldn’t get that kind of knowledge in school. Seriously though school might be good for trying to find out who can stick to rules or filter out people just for the hell of it - they learn you nothing that will help you actually living your life or finding your passion or…,” Yoongi stopped dead in his tracks and paled a little, “Wait - you’re some kind of teacher, right?”

“Some kind of, yeah. I’m an assistant professor at university for chemistry and philosophy,” Namjoon answered, “But it isn’t anything like school and you’re right about that, I guess. I want to write more books though and become a real professor. That’s why I’m writing my dissertation right now. And that’s why I moved here, too. The headaches were killing me and only getting worse in the city. Here it’s ten times calmer.” A smile pulled at his lips, observing Yoongi closely as he was tidying up the shop to close it up, “Do you need help with anything? Normally I am good with my hands,...just not anything tool-related.”

Yoongi eyed Namjoon carefully. Was this some kind of dirty flirting or just Namjoon talking and not realizing how this might sound on a date. He couldn’t imagine that the same human who blushed so easy tried to make sexual innuendos five minutes into their date, but you never knew with them so Yoongi decided to keep it just as ambiguously and answered, “Oh, you’re welcome to proof that to me. And don’t worry about tools. Practice makes perfect right? And I’m good with...practically anything you can think of.” He gave him a promising smile. If Joon had really thought about kitchen stuff then it was absolutely true. And if he hadn’t... well then he would definitely blush now and give himself away.

But Namjoon only smiled as an answer. “I’ll be your perfect assistant tonight, then,” He laughed softly, brushing through his hair. “Do you live here?” He nodded behind the counter of the shop, where he could see another room but wasn’t sure if it lead somewhere else. “In the shop, I mean?”

Yoongi laughed at that. “Ah, no, luckily I earn enough money with this to be able to live in a proper apartment. I don’t think Hobi would have chosen me as his caretaker if I didn’t - he’s a high maintenance cat.” The mirth brought a sparkle to his eyes. “I just thought that this would be nicer because… we have more room here and also... don’t take it the wrong way but I don’t like taking people home right away. It’s too...private I guess? I’m not one of those modern minimalists where everything is white and clean and arranged in a certain style with neat furniture and fitting accessories. I’m messy and personal and have a collection of things that’s important to me that are practically splayed all out over the bookshelf. I might clean up if you’re worth it. But I’d rather do it like this first.”

Namjoon softly chuckled, “It’s okay, don’t worry about it. I was just wondering…about you, I guess.” He leaned onto the counter, while Hoseok was pushing his snout against his arm, whining for more caresses and Namjoon happily gave in. “So, what have you decided on teaching me? I’m ready to learn.” There was a beaming smile on his face making his dimples show. Hoseok purred in content, happily leaning into Namjoon’s touch. “I like him,” He meowed happily, only for Yoongi to understand.

“I thought about a spicy rice bowl with pork and vegetables. Don’t let Hobi have too much meat please. He knows he’s not supposed to eat ingredients when I’m cooking so he’s going to try it with you. I hope you can withstand his meows. He can have something later when we’re eating as well.” He opened a bag and took out some vegetables, placing them on the counter where he normally prepared ingredients for his potions and herbal mixtures. He’d made sure that it was extra clean. Nothing would be worse than accidentally bewitching Namjoon because he had overseen a drop of potion.

It had been so long since Namjoon had been cooking with someone else that at first it felt a little awkward. Especially because he wanted to get to know the other a little more, not only was he interesting as a person, but he was very handsome. And Namjoon wasn’t very good at making a lot of friends. He was too much in his head, too immersed into his books and working that most of the time people dismissed him easily again because they felt left out. Namjoon had gotten around the counter and took one of the knives, helping Yoongi cutting the fresh vegetables while they were talking about everything and nothing at all.

“I don’t know why I chose to move into this little town, but there’s something about it right? It’s small, cute and magical. I mean just look at your shop,” Namjoon smiled and gave the finished vegetables over to Yoongi, “It’s covered with climbing plants and flowers. It’s beautiful! I wouldn’t be surprised if your shop is the motive of a postcard somewhere.” He laughed, reaching for his glass of wine and pouring in some more of the red beverage before he filled up Yoongi’s glass as well. “And the people are nice and very helpful.” He winked at the other teasingly.

“Oh, just because we don’t want you to ruin our positive vibe, you know ‘mean bleeding out from trying to make himself a sandwich’ doesn’t sound so good on the news.” It was fun, their little banter. And Namjoon was easy to work with as he was eager to learn. It showed, that he used his head more than his hands but who nowadays did? Except maybe for witches who tried to stay as close to nature as possible. Soon enough their rice was frying, the vegetables cooking, and the meat was all ready to be decorated onto the plates. Hobi had been playing nice and hadn’t tried to steal some meat (probably because Yoongi had told him to not mess up his date - and that he would get an extra plate with unseasoned rice and fresh meat if he behaved). Bribing his familiar was always very successful.

They sat down at the small table Yoongi had and when they finally took their first bite, Namjoon couldn’t help himself but groan delightfully. “This…is heaven,” He said, munching happily, thanking the other once more for the lesson and the amazing food. “Did you move here, too? Or have always been here?” Taking a sip from his glass of wine, he studied Yoongi’s face in the soft light and when a smile pulled at his lips, he couldn’t help but mimic him. His heart making a weird jump, leaving him breathless for a moment.

“I’ve moved here as well a few years ago, before that I’ve been here and there, never longer than a few years. I like it here so far which means Hobi and I will probably stay for a few more years. Or who knows maybe we’ll live here forever.” He couldn’t give Namjoon more details as the reasons why he’s had to move before had been mainly witch-related. Someone had found out about them. The space where they lived had been too close to another magical creature who didn’t like to share. A city with bad karma and lots of bad luck. Witch hunters. Too little nature and no possibilities to grow his herbs and plants. It wasn’t easy to find the right place for a human - and even more difficult when you were a witch.

Namjoon loved listening to Yoongi. He probably could have done it all night if he wanted to. They were laughing, smiling, sharing stories as much as they wanted to let the other in, the alcohol loosening them up a little more. Namjoon ended up sitting on the floor, the cat on his lap and candles all around them while he leaned over to look at the book Yoongi was showing him. He wasn’t quite sure what the other was talking about (something about the herbs that he had sold Namjoon, so much he could say) as he had gotten lost in the other eyes quickly and it only stopped at Yoongi’s lips. He chuckled softly, when he noticed the small pout he was doing while talking. It was incredibly cute in Namjoon’s eyes. He was sure he hadn’t seen anyone as cute as this man.

When the clock chimed in, remembering them that time was a concept they had to follow and that midnight wasn’t a time to be up for normal people Yoongi jerked, his eyes widening in surprise. “Oh! It’s... way too late already. Time really flies when you’re having fun.” His face was a little heated from the wine and talking too much and maybe Namjoon’s close proximity played a little part in his inner heat as well. He put the book aside, carefully placing a bookmark between the sides so they could continue where they had left off if Namjoon wanted. “I guess you should better head home. You want to be well rested if you’re writing something as important as a dissertation.”

He yawned in response. “You’re right,” Namjoon stretched his tired limbs, waking Hobi in the process who meowed in protest, but the human got up anyways. “I really had a great night,” His own cheeks were dusted in a rosy tone. Stretching his hand out, he helped Yoongi to get up from the floor, “You should rest as well. You have a shop to open soon again.” Walking over to the counter, Namjoon reached for his jacket. Although Yoongi was right and it was way too late already, he felt sad that the night was over, and he had to go back to his own, empty apartment.

“Thank you again,” Namjoon’s voice softened, reaching for the door handle only to turn around again to look at him. “For the food, the lessons on cooking and herbs. I still think you’re cute when you’re rambling,” He couldn’t help but smile, leaning in quickly to give Yoongi a small peck on his cheek. “I hope we can do this again sometime?” As it was pitch black dark outside Yoongi had rummaged for the pocket flashlight that he normally had somewhere in his jacket. He had enchanted it, so it guaranteed a safe passage home. Just as he had found it Namjoon leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Yoongi stiffened in surprise, his heart missing a beat before picking up the pace. “Th...thank you. I had fun too,” No one had called him cute in quite some time. ‘Scary’ maybe or ‘weird’ or even ‘dangerous to humanity’. Not cute.

“I.. I’d like to.” He awkwardly pressed the flashlight into Namjoon’s hands. “For the darkness. So that you’ll see where you’re going.” He explained quickly.

Namjoon bit his lip to hide the smile that was showing, holding on tightly to the flashlight all the way back home. His own heart didn’t calm down all night, making him stay up and daydream instead - neither did he care.

Hoseok purred, nosing Yoongi’s leg to make him lift him up, “He’s already around the corner. So…why are you staring again? Or is it the kiss? Did he bewitch you?”

“Haha, you’re not funny”, Yoongi picked the cheeky up nonetheless, burying his face in the fluffy cats fur to hide his happy smile. “I got to say you’ve proven good taste in humans.” He closed the door so the cold couldn’t get in. “If our next dates are as enjoyable as this one it might be worth the risk to keep him in our life as a regular, don’t you think?”

“Oh,” Hoseok meowed softly, nuzzling his face closer to Yoongi’s body. He yawned, showing off his pink tongue and stretched out his paws, “I think so, too. It’s getting exhaaaausting to be the only one to fulfill your need for cuddles. I could use a break for once or twice.” Hobi was just teasing the older, but at the same time he hoped it could be true - not for the reasons to get more time off, but simply for Yoongi. “Do you think he-,” A sudden loud thump noise, sounding like a bird flying against a window broke Hobi off. “What was that?”

Yoongi flinched hard, in his head he was going through the hidden places where he had stores battle magic and defense items but then he heard a disgruntled chirp and the scratching of claws. If someone wanted to attack him quietly and effectively then they were doing a very bad job at it. He gave Hobi an encouraging pat and the cat jumped to the floor accompanying him to the window where the chaotic sounds were coming from. In front of the glass there was a big, old fluffed up owl who was staring accusingly at him with yellow eyes, opening its beak to let out another frustrated squeal. “Yeah, yeah, slow down, I’m coming!” Yoongi hurried over to open the window so that the fluffball of an owl could come in which it did with a majestic flap of his wings (Yoongi was pretty sure it tried to get back his dignity after its crash landing).

“Jeez, why can’t the swamp wizards just sent an email like most of us do nowadays? They might think it’s ‘safer’ like this but honestly, a call or a coded message would work just as well. Just faster. And less feathery.” He watched as one of the auburn feathers slowly sank onto his kitchen floor.

There was a note attached to the Owl’s leg and the witch untied it, quickly getting a few sunflower seeds from the shelf nearby to pour them in front of the owl. It began picking at it immediately, happy about the treat. Opening the letter, Yoongi leaned against the counter to read.

“Dear Yoongi, I’m sorry I had to send ‘Screech’ but my Wi-Fi is broken again and I need to place an order for a spell. I hope he is not too loud (if he is screeching, just pat his head once or twice) and not annoying you too much. Just send him back as soon as you have the spell. Thank you.”

The rest of the letter was written in code.

Yoongi looked at the owl who was looking back at him just as suspiciously, opening its beak again - before it let out a surprised squawk and hoped aside as Hobi had sniffed its tail. Yoongi tried his best not to grin (and failed). The thing was it wasn’t that uncommon for other witches to ask for spells. Not everyone was talented in every part of the magical spectrum and sometimes they just weren’t willing to take the risk or simply didn't have enough practice to pull it off. Yoongi had it all: The talent, the recklessness, the practice. He wasn’t stupid though. Magic followed a few rules, no matter if it was ‘white’ or ‘black’. He preferred the white kind of magic - or greyish because it was more fun - simply because he felt better with knowing that his magic did good. Nonetheless he didn’t refuse to dabble a bit in black magic, for people he knew and trusted. It also paid a lot better. However, as the rule ‘whatever you send out will come back to you three times’ did apply to custom spells as well of course he never finished the spells. He prepared them, filled potions in bottles or ingredients in boxes, sometimes summoning spirits or waking sleeping creatures - but before it was finished he always send it back to the paying customer with instructions to finish the spell or seal the contract. Therefore, the customer could use magic he normally had no access to - and Yoongi didn’t have to suffer the consequences or curse people against his will. It was a win-win situation for everyone involved.

Hoseok jumped up on Yoongi’s shoulder, gazing down at the letter and then at the owl again, who was hopping back and forth, leaving the cat wondering if he was okay. Maybe it had hurt his head a little too much from flying against the window? Hobi nibbled at Yoongi’s ear. “What’s it about? It seems urgent if he sends an owl in the middle of the night…”

Yoongi sighed, “Ah, it’s messy. Some black magic shit. A blood curse. A really bad one. Bad karma for at least three generations. He wrote something about getting revenge for…” He stopped short and reached up to scratch Hobi’s ear. “Actually, I don’t feel like you should know all of this.” He trusted Hoseok blindly. But he was a happy and forgiving spirit and Yoongi didn’t like to drag him down. “How about we prepare a place to sleep for screech, he must be tired after the long flight from the swamp and through the whole city. And then I’ll bury myself in books and we can get everything for the spell ready tomorrow. Then, when I prepare the curse I’d like you to take a long, nice walkthrough the sunny gardens and when you come back there’ll be chicken waiting for you, maybe with some carrots added as a side dish. How does that sound?”

Hoseok had only nodded at that, how should he have known that not a delicious meal but hell breaking loose was waiting for him at the end of that day. Therefore, the cat had trotted out, leaving Yoongi to his books the next morning. He had only softly pushed his wet nose against Yoongi’s cheek, reminding him to concentrate and not forget to close the shop door. He preferred sniffing flowers instead of mingling with dark magic, especially ones that were about bad karma. In a way, he was afraid that it could affect Yoongi’s own. And he didn’t want that for him.

Yoongi had gotten up early, barely eating anything for breakfast because he felt like he could work magic best when he wasn’t ‘grounded’. It was a dangerous game he was playing, and he knew it, but he had always been too curious for his own good, too interested in trying out what was forbidden and pushing his boundaries. So, he had figured why not doing others a favor while doing so? They would get their black magic in the end anyways and this way he could at least have some control over it. It always made a difference who did it and with what mindset and intention. Of course, his spells and curses where just as effective - but he hoped that it made at least some kind of difference if the witch supplying the magic wasn’t doing it out of pure evil intentions…

When he had found what he had been looking for, he checked for his ingredients and realized that he was missing some bones, so he went over to the fish products shop and sneaked into their back alley. It wasn’t a nice way to get some fish bones, but it was easy and free and painless for anyone involved so he ignored that fishing in stinking trash might not be as dignifying as people thought of “preparing spells”.

When he came back he heard that Screech was awake (kind of hard to miss with a voice like that) so he patted the owl a little before getting back to work.

…

Back at Namjoon’s place, the other was sitting on his computer once more staring at the same sentence for what felt like hours now. His tea cup was empty now and he had nothing of the mix of herbs left that he bought from Yoongi. A smile stole it’s way on his lips as he thought about the other, wondering what he was doing right now and if he had been thinking about last night as well. There was just something about him, that Namjoon couldn’t quite put his finger on it and there was a lot more that he wanted to know about him. About Hobi and how he had found the cat, if he had family somewhere or what his favorite places and colors were. Namjoon jumped up from his seat, grabbing his jacket, the empty can and his keys. The need of a new mixture of herbs was a great reason to stop by his shop.

…

Yoongi was very careful with his preparations, the circle of salt, the ring of protection, asking for guidance and support from the elements. He didn’t want any traces of this curse left in his home. Afterwards he would make a cleanse, of both himself and the house with sea salt and sage, incense and herbal tea. He also took out the trash right away afterwards so that any bones or bloody parts of the spell would be out, and nothing would remind him of the spell - except for the money in his bank account.

Yoongi closed his eyes and tried to focus, banishing everything but the here and now from his mind. He could feel the familiar tingling at the back of his spine, the warmth spreading from the tips of his fingers. It was an intoxicating and thrilling feeling to be filled with magic and he enjoyed the rush every time.

…

Namjoon didn’t call out for Yoongi right away when he stepped into the shop later, instead he let the little bells by the door do their job announcing his arrival. The smile was still beaming on his face as he walked around a few shelves and back to the counter, hoping to see Yoongi there – either working or deeply concentrating on preparing something. But he didn’t find either. Not even Hoseok was there. He furrowed his brows in confusion, looking around carefully. Maybe Yoongi wasn’t there? But why did he leave the shop open then? Namjoon was about to call out for him, when instead there was a sudden smell of smoke reaching his nostrils. Namjoon leaned over the counter quickly. His heart pace was picking up fast, his body on alert right away.

There was a fire.

He could see some smoke.

The lights flickering.

Namjoon stormed around the corner and pushed the door to the back open in a rush.

Yoongi always closed and locked the door when he was doing spell work. That’s why he didn’t double check before starting. Except this time when he had been covered in fish trash he didn’t want to touch the door handle, so he had told himself to do it later. Except that he didn’t. So, while he was immersed in the spell, repeating the invocation in his head over and over again, blind to everything else but the magic slowly rising within him. And Namjoon was constantly coming closer to him…

Namjoon stopped dead in his tracks when the moment he stepped into the room; the smoke seemed to appear just as quick as it had appeared. His eyes flickered around the room quickly, before it landed on Yoongi. The other had his back turned to him, sitting on the floor in a circle of salt. Namjoon cocked his head to the side, when he saw there were herbs neatly placed in the circle and a few more things he couldn’t decipher, yet. But there was something still pulling him towards Yoongi, something that wanted to ask if he was okay, if he needed help with anything. Something didn’t seem right. Slowly he came closer and reached out for him.

Namjoon was more focused on Yoongi than on the salt so when he moved forward his foot crossed the line, smudging the careful placement of the salt and opening the circle.

The moment the circle was broken Yoongi could feel it, the breach, the intrusion, the foreign energy that shouldn‘t be there. He whipped around, his eyes glowing from the magical fire that filled him to the brim, with enough force and the potential to damage the life energy of three following generations. The atmosphere of the room changed immediately, as Yoongi’s concentration was ripped to shreds, he didn’t see Namjoon, it was just a split second decision, a knee jerk reaction born from fear of being caught, his magic still caught up in curses and his mind filled with fear and anger. He threw his magic right against Namjoon who had absolutely no chance against the onslaught of its force, he tumbled backwards and was thrown against the wall where Yoongi pinned him. His eyes still hadn’t cleared, they iris glowing, the rest as dark as one would deem fit for a demon. He got up on his feet, walking closer to the intruder, the enemy, the potential danger…

The scream from Namjoon sounded choked off as his back hit the wall. A feeling off a million needles pushing into his body, making him cry out in pain. He couldn’t move. His arms on each side, pressed against the wall tightly. “Y-Yoongi, st-stop,” Namjoon wasn’t sure the one in front of him had anything to do with Yoongi, the one he knew about. The sweet guy whose cheeks were blushing each time he got complimented, mumbling grumpily after. It wasn’t him. There was nothing sweet about him. The darkness pulled him under and for a moment Namjoon could see nothing but darkness. The magic surged through him, shaking him to his core and Namjoon screamed until it found its place, settling in his body and he fell onto his knees. He coughed violently, feeling dizzy and his vision blurry. “Stop, make it stop, please,” He cried out once more and he rolled over onto his back, spasms shaking his body.

Yoongi shuddered when the magic slipped from his fingertips, sinking into Namjoon’s skin and curling under it, rolling up into a tight ball of malevolence like a snake, a parasite that had found its place and starts doing what it had been brought alive for right away: damaging, destroying, feeding off a person's life energy. It wasn’t really his actions that brought Yoongi back to himself, it was the sound, Namjoon’s painful, utterly lost gasp, that spoke of hurt and true horror. There was no time to slowly find back into his body, to ground himself, to open the circle like he normally would have after he deemed it save again, follow the steps like he should - because his circle had already been broken and now there was nothing but chaos and wrongness and confusion.

That’s what Yoongi felt first when his mind tried to make sense of the picture in front of him: Namjoon on his knees before him, collapsed against the wall, looking up at him in fear and pain and for a moment Yoongi just felt confused, no guilt, no horror, just confusion. Then he realizes what had happened, step by step did he recapitulate his actions, rolling up everything backwards until he could watch it inside of his mind like his own personal horror movie with him and Namjoon as the main actors.

Namjoon who walks in on him. Who shouldn’t be here, but Yoongi hasn’t locked the door. And Hobi is out so he can’t warn him. Namjoon breaking the circle which breaks every protection Yoongi had drawn around himself. His surprise and fear which alters the spell - because they always fed from emotions and intentions. The spell doing what it is supposed to do which is destroying and hurting and cursing.

Just that it had found the wrong person.

Namjoon.

He had cursed Namjoon, with a blood curse. Something that had sunken into his very spirit. And what was worse was that he hadn’t even done it properly; it was a half-finished thing born from half the preparations in combination with an instinctual urge to protect himself from harm. So, he couldn’t just reverse this. He had left the path which meant he couldn’t just get back on it. He had cursed Namjoon.

Oh heavens, he had cursed Namjoon!

A/N: Here’s another story that you’ve been waiting for! Finally a different type of pairing, huh. Well, I guess we have to admit that we just love writing Yoonkook and Minjoon, so forgive us for writing so much about them but those are our favorites. Anyways. This time you can enjoy a little witch!Yoongi meeting a cute human who he accidentally curses. Oops! What’s gonna happen next? We will see next week ;)

Don’t forget on sunday (Easter) the sequel to ‘Mile High Valentine Club’ will come out as well! Happy reading! Don’t forget to leave us comments on how you liked it!

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