Seance Season

Seance Season

Chapter 1: New Beginnings, New Fears

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader.    Non romantic mentions of other BTS members.

Summary: You repeatedly told yourself you did not have Magick. But one evening has you fearing for what you’re starting to become. In the middle of all of that, you have this pull to Jungkook that you both can’t quite explain. This new season of your life is Seance Season. Will you come out the same person?

Words: 17,500+

Rating: PG 13 but will be M in later chapters.

Genre: Magick, Witch au. Fluff, Angst and Smut. Slight Horror.

Tags/Warnings: Strong mentions of Magick and spells. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with the idea of wicca and anything of the sort as certain remedies and ‘spells/chants’ are in fact real to some. Drinking. Fighting. Blood. Destruction. A man harms y/n. Horror to some degree. Extremely religious folk be wary.

Pls excuse if there are any spelling or grammatical errors. I don’t really have a beta or anything to scan for anything like that <3

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“That was the last box, leggo eggo” Seokjin singsonged as he threw an arm around your shoulders while you bid the house you grew up in goodbye. Wiping the stray tear forming in your left eye barely wetting your thick lashes, you turned to him and nodded with a small bob of your head.

Slipping your body onto the black cushiony seats of Seokjins SUV, you tugged at the seatbelt realizing it when you heard the familiar click on the metal bar inserting into the mechanism locking in place. With a turn of the key the engine came to life and soon you both were making your way down the street. The dangling piece of clear quartz hanging from a hematite lanyard glinted in the sunlight as it swayed from the cars rear view mirror bringing you back to your thoughts that had been consuming you as you both loaded up the remaining boxes into the truck of the car.

Growing up in a Magickal family had been amazing. Your parents had loved you unconditionally despite you not having any ‘active’ or even ‘non active powers’ and that alone was enough. Your childhood was spent watching as your parents brewed up special concoctions and recited spells of protection. The home you grew up in held an aura of safety that you always looked forward to being bundled in and the smell of fresh burning herbs sitting in a mortar and pestle your mom had been working on lulled you into a peaceful headspace.

It was your eighteenth birthday that solidified the fact that you were truly a person without Magick. You had seen it coming, you were never able to call upon the elements like your parents nor were you able to read the words that were written in an ancient spell book and successfully perform an incantation or brew a potion that successfully did anything beyond create an aromatic oil no matter how hard you tried. 

Being born from Magick holders and not having Magick yourself wasn’t exactly rare, there were children birthed from all sorts of Magick holders who never came into their own magic, sort of like Filch from Harry Potter (Minus the bad attitude). 

With that being said, you knew some people in the magick community looked at you differently. For your parents had held substantial amounts of magic and their shop supplied many people with their Magickal and not so Magickal goods.

You were lucky enough to have such caring parents and a few amazing best friends that never treated you differently for not having the power of Magick. 

Seokjin did not have active Magick but he was powerful with incantations, the words leaving his lips during invocations had always held a certain aura that made you look on in awe and the spell was always complete with a surge of power. He was the child of your moms childhood friend and from practically baby ages he was taking care of you, which had blossomed into a friendship you couldn’t live without.

Namjoon was another one of your friends without active Magick, but his potions and elixirs were no joke. From a liquid that produced inferno fire to a powder sachet that induced the strongest of infatuations towards the person that had given it to you. You had met him in middle school when Seokjin sensed his Magickal aura from across the cafeteria and you, him and Taehyung made your way to the boy that has been reading what you recognized as the second installment of the Harry Potter series. Seokjin started the conversation but you were the one who caused the boy to smile, joking about how ironic it was that a witch was reading a fiction book about Magick.

Taehyung had the active power of earth. He helped your mom with the massive amount of herbs, roots and flowers they grew or ‘magically sprouted’ for the shop. From the tips of his fingers, a pale green smoke like air would flow and a sapling could grow into a tree that looked like it had been growing for a hundred years. You had once witnessed him call upon mother earth to cause roots to break through the ground and tug a boy down onto the grass covered dirt after the boy had used his air magic to pull at your hair and whip it around like a mini tornado causing you pain. The boy had started bullying you when he found out you weren’t like him as your parents were inside the shop talking to his and you had asked if he had wanted to play. Taehyungs parents were purchasing Yarrow root powder at the time and 8 year old him had witnessed the attack from the garden window leading to the back. From them on you two had been great friends.

While Magick holders and active Magick especially, was not known to non magical humans, the amount of people now finding healing through crystals, herbs and the like made for a pretty prosperous business for your parents. 

A warm hand brought you out of your headspace causing you to look up and out of the window. The dark brown brick building surrounded by bushes of brightly colored flowers of all shapes, colors and sizes came into view. A sign attached to a stake in the ground leading up to a grey concrete pathway read “Universal Auras: Crystals, Candles, Herbs, and Incense”.

Exiting the car with Seokjin in tow the sign on the front door jingled as you pushed the wood inwards and stepped a black combat boot through the threshold of the shop. A rush of burning Palo Santo and lit Dragonsblood invaded your senses and you smiled at the familiar feeling of safety and peace that the shop had given you all these years. 

Your eyes followed the rows of bookshelves that were lined and organized by anything from Herbs to Modern Religions. Smaller tables held baskets of different kinds of woods, barks and resins and atop them stood small shelves of that organizes various incense sticks and cones. Along the wall where the front door currently sat was long island-like counters that held various vessels for dry potion making and grinders for herbs in square shelves, on top of them stood candles of various colors, shapes and heights, some with labels and some with pendants or charms dangling from the rim.

On the wall to the right of the door were built in shelving units that housed bottles of oils & liquids, rows of organized jars that held dried and fresh herbs, roots and flowers and mini statues of various Gods, Goddesses and other worshipped Diets & Spirits. Talismans and carved symbols of protection like Pentacles, Hamsa’s and Ankh’s sat on the shelf under the statues. Under the Protection statues were carved symbols of balance, such as Yin-Yang, The Scales and Infinity knot.

On the far left passed the bookshelves was a mid sized room where your parents brewed potions and consulted other magic holders, helping with their needs that was also disguised as a ‘staff only’ area. On the wall that separated the room from the rest of the shop hung a tapestry that had the sky above you knew as the upper world with an ethereal glow that represented the element of spirit, the underworld below that was made of a deep grey almost black fabric. Woven in the middle of the tapestry was a being that looked human with the various chakras on the body you knew as the middle realm, and the four earthbound elements such as Earth, Air, Fire & Water that were stitched North, South, East and West of the body in the middle.

The back wall to the right of the room was a door that led out to the fenced in garden where your mom had rows and rows of planted herbs and flowers sprouting from the ground. When you were young you had spent countless hours outside speaking to the plants and helping with tending to the delicate yet mighty nature in front of you.

In the middle of the shop was a giant glass counter that held various types of Crystals, Gems and Metals. The shelves inside of the counter held jewelry, the glinting rocks that were secured to the metal or wood of the pieces were imbued with different types of magic that would amplify the power of the crystals. Atop the counter sat a slew of small oil twigs that twist and turned to curl up into a makeshift jewelry holder that held pendulums of different kinds.

Next to the built in shelves on the right sat a smaller counter that you knew all too well from days that you had worked at the shop and charged customers with the very register that still sat atop the dark wooden counter. Taehyung who had just finished charging a customer sat behind the counter, his light brown hair casting a small shadow on his forehead. Lifting a dark green sweater covered wrist into the air, he waved the customer goodbye before his eyes landed on your form next to Seokjins. With his mouth breaking out into a boxy smile he all but sprinted towards you both and engulfed both of your bodies into a tight hug.

“OOOH you smell good” Taehyung said with another sniff of Seokjins marled blue t shirt causing the older man to place a hand on his forehead and stop him from sniffing any further. “Thanks but no I’m not lending you my new cologne, I still haven’t gotten my favorite aftershave back.” With a pout the puppy-like man pulled back and sighed as he shook his head. “I have no recollection of this.” with a giggle escaping your parted lips you asked where your parents were despite already knowing the answer.

Your feet took you to where you needed to be and you took a deep breath as your black nail polished fingers wrapped around the chrome door handle. Pushing the door forward you smiled, your moms fingers were hovering over a giant indoor planter as the seeds automatically sprouted and a lush blue sage perennial stood in its place within seconds. Your father to her right swirled water between his fingers before sliding in a steady stream down into vials that held various powders that were sitting on the work bench in front of him. With a circular movement of his index finger, a medium sized orb of water left his finger, growing bigger until it flew to the planter your mom had been working on, soaking the dirt surrounding the sage.

“I’m leaving now” softly left your lips before your father overtook your frame in a tight hug. Raising your arms to his shoulder you gently pat his back as he reminded you over and over that you didn’t have to go, you could ‘stay home with them forever’. “I don’t think forever is feasible dad” you huffed out and your gaze fixated itself on your moms down turned head who didn’t look up front her planter. “Fine but I don’t see why you have to leave town, the city isn’t as safe as here.” you shook your head at your fathers statement, you had heard this for months as you planned your moving out, these passed few weeks you had been guilt tripped every day by him, Seokjin and Taehyung asking you not to leave.

“Dad I’m smart, I’m going to be safe. I’m 23 years old and the city is literally a few hours away, nothing crazy”. With a loud sigh, your dad released you knowing you were right.  Walking up to your mothers sat form, you wrapped your arms around her shoulders. “I know you don’t want me to go but I am. Remember what you told me on my fifteenth birthday? that whether I was Magickal or not, I was capable of so much. I would do great things with my life and more importantly I would love my life? I’m doing this because you told me I could do anything, you told me the I would do what I was sure I could do. You said you believed in me and because of the way you and dad raised me, I can and will be leaving.” by this time tears had formed in your eyes and your mom reached up grasping your shoulder in her hands before pulling you close to her body and burying her head in your shoulder.

“I also told you that boys were stupid, don’t forget that” she said though tears that were leaving her eyes and soaking into the collar of your black Misfits t-shirt. With one last squeeze your mom finally pulled away and wiped at her eyes. “I’ll visit like every month okay? Plus the boys are going to visit me when Namjoon gets back from his potions seminar in England in a couple of weeks. I’ll text you when we get to the apartment. Jin and Tae are going to stay the night with me so they don’t have to drive back at like midnight.” your mom still had a worried look on her face but the determination that was emanating from your body let her know how serious you were. 

Reaching behind her and into a small drawer in the cabinets lining the wall, she pushed something cold into your palm “Please take this and keep it with you always.” Nodding your head, you secured the small soft black corded lanyard that had smelled as if it had white sage and palo santo burning next to it for days the size of a keychain into your palm. The smooth edges of the clear and smokey quartz crystals dangling from the lanyard along with the tiny vial that held a deep purple liquid inside cooled your hand, a white feather you recognized as a doves was strung onto the leather, the plume tickling the tips of your fingers as you tucked the lanyard into your front pocket of your black ripped jeans.

Your parents walked you and your friends out of the shop and hugged you goodbye before you once again sat your body on the comfort of Seokjins passenger seat trying your best not to cry from the downcast faces of your parents. With a start of Jins car, you looked out of the window, waving to your parents as the car started its journey down the road and to the highway. From the backseat Taehyung reached over the console and pressed the Bluetooth button on Jin’s radio while fiddling with his phone. “Jams are ready, ROAD TRIP!” Taehyung yelled, his boxy smile adorning his handsome face and you couldn’t help but laugh despite your somber expression.

Turning the key into the slot of your third floor apartment, you pushed the black painted wooden door open to make room or your two good friends that were carrying the last few boxes that held the finishing touches for your new home. For the passed week and a half you and Jin had made several trips to your new apartment to drop off your new furnishings so the place had already started looking more and more like the home you had wanted it to be.

After placing the brown moving boxes onto the countertops of your new kitchen, the boys and yourself called in some fried chicken wings from a local joint that Taehyung had found on yelp. 

Smacking your spicy sweet chili sauce covered lips together you relished in the crunchy exterior of the wing leading to the juicy cooked chicken. “Omg can we get this place every time we visit?” Taehyung mumbled with a mouthful of chicken that currently looked like it was trying to escape his mouth from the amount he had shoved in there. Jin had nodded in agreement and you had to agree as well that you all had perhaps found the new chicken joint you all would order from anytime they visited, hell you might even have to order from them on nights that you didn’t feel like cooking after work.

After your stomachs were full and the clock had informed you that it was one passed midnight the boys decided it was time to turn in for their trip back home in the morning. Taehyung had made a makeshift bed on the living room floor with you excess of blankets and pillows you had ‘hoarded’ as your friends so nicely put it and Jin took the two seater deep grey cotton couch.

Bidding them a goodnight, you decided you had been way too tired for a shower and simply stripped yourself of your jeans and laid down on your not made bed with a blanket and pillow you had packed in a tote bag. 

The sounds of Jin yelling outside of your door to ‘look decent’ to walk them down to the car for their voyage backhoe had awaken you from your much needed slumber. Tugging your jeans back on, you pulled your hair in to a haphazard bun that sat atop your head and trudged out of your bedroom. Taehyung sat on dining chair and Jin had propped himself against a couch cushion while they waiting for you.

With a sigh you hooked your arms into the ones of your best friends and walked them to the elevator and down to the ground floor where Jins car sat parked on the street against the sidewalk. “I love you and you better stay safe or I swear we will bring your ass back home. I know you said you didn’t want me to cast a protection spell but the offer still stands ” Swinging your arms around the shoulders of your older friend you felt his stiff body relax. Pulling your arms from him you were engulfed in another pair that you knew all too well as Taehyung’s as he was definitely the biggest cuddler out of your friend group. “Theres a small planter that is housing a few springs of lavender on your counter that I grew myself to give you a little Magick when you’re feeling stressed. Please call us if you need to talk or want us to drive over.”

Pulling his arms back from your frame he stepped backwards next to Jin. “I love you guys so much, thank you for always being there for me and helping me and being the best fucking people I know” earning a look from Jin as ‘fucking’ left your mouth you couldn’t help but smile back the tears that had been forming under your top lashes. You hated telling them goodbye but you knew Jin had his job as a paralegal back home and Tae was still in college working part time at your parents shop and you needed to be on your own for awhile, you needed to know you could do it, that you weren’t being sheltered from your family and friends who had always tried to take care of you.

With a shout of “we will come by after Namjoon gets back home” leaving Jin’s mouth, you watched as his car drove down the street, waving your friends goodbye. Turning on your heel you took in the brown and beige brick apartment building in front of you and walked your feet back into the building and up the old elevator that housed a semi musty smell that you knew you’d have to get used to.

“I should unpack the kitchen first” you said aloud as you entered your home. Luckily the boys had helped you set up your furniture and electronics when you first started moving things in. Moving your body into a semi small kitchen you got to work on undoing the thick tape that wrapped itself around the brown cardboard boxes housing your pots and pans.

Flopping your body down onto the cushions of your deep grey couch you humphed a deep breath of air. You had successfully finished unpacking your kitchen, bathroom and dining/living room area leaving your bedroom for tomorrow. You had even enjoyed a nice hot shower letting the hot water soothe your tired muscles and breathing in the steam. Checking the time on your phone you sighed seeing that it was already going to be six in the afternoon and all you had eaten was leftover wings from the night before that you had popped into the microwave.

Deciding you needed to go grocery shopping you grabbed the canvas bags that were hanging on a series of hooks on the outside wall of your kitchen and made your way to the front door. Slipping on the same pair of boots you had entered your home with last night, you gripped your apartments keys in your hand and tucked your cellphone safely into your back pocket. 

As you walked a few blocks down the city streets to the small grocery store you had googled on your phone, your fingers fiddled with the lanyard like charm your mom had given you that you had secured to you keys while you rode in Jins car the day prior. 

You were met with a cool rush of air from an overhead fan as you entered the neighborhood supermarket. Gripping the push handle of a grocery cart you placed your bags inside and got to work on the essentials you knew you needed.

You were almost done with your shopping when your cart was struck by another, a soft mumble of ‘sorry’ escaping the human from behind the offending cart. Looking up from where you cart had been struck, a ‘it’s fine’ got caught in your throat as you took in the dark haired man that was currently staring at you with his deep honey colored eyes. “I..fine” You mumbled out as you practically threw the box of angel hair pasta into your cart and continued walking down the aisle.

You hadn’t noticed the weird look in the stagers eyes as they never left your frame until you had turned the corner to the next aisle. If you had you might’ve asked him ‘what the hell’ he was staring at, despite how attractive you had to admit he was.

Clutching the plethora of canvas bags in your fingers you trekked back to your apartment with thankfully, had only been about a 6-7 minute walk. You had passed a couple of bars on your way back and noted where they had been so that you could go in speak to the owners about hopefully getting a job.

You had a few steps left until you were in front of your apartment building when you were met with an odd rush of cool air that held some form of odd feeling to it causing goosebumps to trail over your tattooed arms. An audible shiver left your parted lips and you chalked it up to paranoia as this was the first day you were truly alone in a new place despite what your parents had told you about feelings and vibrations that certain people, places or things gave off. Walking the steps needed to enter the wooden door to the complex, you entered the lobby and turned right to where you knew the elevator was.

You had finally finished unloading your groceries and massaged at your fingers where the canvas bags had pulled at the skin slightly. While waiting for your frozen lasagna to cook in the oven you decided to set up your Netflix, Hulu and other accounts on your smart TV that sat atop the small grey washed tv console/cabinet you had bought.

Checking in with your parents with a text to your mom, you savored every mouthful of the marinara and cheese as you stuffed your mouth with the warm lasagna and re-watched the second season of the great British baking show.

You had been dozing off on the comfort of your couch when you decided it was time to get to bed. Turning off the tv you used the flashlight on your phone to make you way to your bedroom in the dark. Stripping yourself of your clothing until you were down to your undergarments you laid on your still unmade bed and clutched the blanket around your body, throwing your phone onto your nightstand you yawned as sleep overtook your body.

It was dark and you body had stood there unmoving as a tendril of deep drey smoke swirled around you. You watched in a third person view as your eyes were blankly staring off into the distance of never ending pitch black, illuminated only by the smoke that seemed like it was glowing. Why did you have that lack of emotion on your face? Why hadn’t you moved? Why were you just standing there? You wanted to shout at your unmoving form but no words would come out. “Y/N M O V E” You somehow yelled at yourself with all of your might and all at once you were met with your own gaze snapping to yours with the darkest gaze you’ve ever seen, it looked as if you had sclera contacts on. With a cock of your head the smoke invaded your nostrils and open mouth, filling your lungs with a heavyset feeling of putrid smoke.

You body sat up with a jolt as you clutched your fingers around your throat and coughed up what felt like a lung. Your trudged in air, coughing until you stumbled your way out of your bedroom and into your bathroom. Flicking on the overhead light your finger then turned the chrome faucet on cold and you dunked your palms into the water and splashed it on your face. Gripping the edged of the sink into both of your wet palms you tried to steady your breaths. You hesitantly looked up into the rectangular mirror above your sink afraid you’d see the black gaze you encountered on yourself in your dream. When you were met with your normal looking face you let a deep breathe escape your lips and leaned your head back onto the wall behind you.

When you had finally calmed down and steadied your breath you walked back into your bedroom as the sun streaming in throughout the apartment through the curtains made it easier. Sitting yourself down on the edge of your bed you fumbled through the drawer of your nightstand for the bottle of eucalyptus and lemon balm essential oils you had made and inhaled a deep stream of the calming and centering aroma. When you felt your mind begin to calm itself you reached to the side tucking the bottle back into its drawer before pulling your phone off of the nightstand checking the time ‘shit it’s already noon’.

Opening the windows to your bedroom you let the sun stream through and flicked the overhead lighting on to fully illuminate your mission to finish unpacking your room. Getting to work on the many boxes containing your wardrobe, you set up your hangers for items you needed to hang and opened a series of drawers from your dresser.

It was now day four of living on your own and while you had saved up money for the move you knew you needed to get a job to at least leave the house. You had bartended at Namjoon’s parents bar on nights you weren’t exhausted from college courses and working at your parents shop. While you did have a degree in business management you hated the average everyday 9-5 nature of it. Plus most companies didn’t appreciate your blunt attitude and tattoos despite your qualifications. 

Pulling on a pair of black leather looking pants, you tucked a light grey v-neck t shirt into the front of the pants and pulled on a pair of black ankle short heeled booties over your light lilac cat printed socks. After gliding your flat iron over the final strands over hair left needing to be styled you applied a nice winged liner to your lash line and plopped on a pair of textured eyelashes to compliment your deep nude liquid lipstick you had applied and sprayed a small amount of fragrance on your pulse points.

Throwing your cellphone, pocket knife (a person can never be too careful), wallet and keys into your small black cross body purse you threw one of your well loved black leather jackets on and locked your door on your way out. 

It was around 7pm at “Lennons” when you walked in. You let your gaze wander to the black stone bar that sat atop a deep brown stained wooden counter and spotted a man with dark red hair and a dazzling smile. Walking up to the bar you watched as he poured the two men in front of him a pair of Whiskeys neats topped with a maraschino cherry, behind him was another counter the size of the wall that was thinner than the one you were leaning on, rows of bottles littered the counter and different types of glassware sat atop large dark wood stained shelves that matched the counters and looking down you noticed the same deep stained wood making up the floor. The backsplash behind the bottles and glassware had been multiple shades of grey subway tiles which you assumed made for easier cleaning than painted walls had the liquor or any other substance shot out and onto the wall.

Dim Edison bulbs the were surrounded by thin orb like black wire ‘cages’ were strung from the ceiling over the bar and tables that had been set up against the walls. In the middle of the building were larger lights that looked the same but as if multiple build were strung together into a modern like chandelier. 

On one wall were various types of mirror in different size frames in shades of greys, blacks, tarnished metal and dark wood. The walls all shared the same deep grey paint and deep brown stained wood thick crown moulding. The four-top tables and chairs were made of a thick black metal and the chairs had deep grey cushions built in that matched the wall paint. The booths against on of the walls were made of the same dark wood as the floor, caressing the deep grey cushions, the same black metal tables sat between each booth. Atop each table sat smaller flawless candles surrounded by the same metal like ‘cages’ that housed the lighting.

Nirvanas “Heart Shaped Box” lulled softly over the built in speakers and the bartender who had finished talking to the two men you assumed were regulars came to stand in front of you. “What can I getcha?” he said with a smile so infectious it caused your lips to tug upwards. “Hi, I’m y/n. I’m new to the area and was wondering if maybe you all were hiring? I have experience in bartending even though it wasn’t in the city but I could learn.” Nodding your head at the fact that you had said all that you needed to say without missing a beat you then assessed his expression.

“Actually..” silence ticked on and you expected him to finish his sentence with a “no sorry” but were met with a  “We are, Keenan the owner has officially stepped away from bartending and working here as his wife just had their third kid and he “wants to spend more time at home” so he only comes in to do the books and such so its just me and Oscar now.” The front door jingled signaling the entry of a few new patrons and he checked his watch.

“You think you could start tonight? Were open until three so it would be a seven hour shift to see how you like it here before you sign a contract and all that fun stuff” Nodding your head eagerly you followed his hand movements signaling for you to step behind the bar. Extending his hand out to you to shake, you took it “I’m Hoseok by the way, but Hobi is just fine. Do you have your liquor license? The bar has one under its name but Keenan still likes us to each have our TABC licenses.” “Oh yes yes let me get it for you” Pulling your waller out of your purse you showed him your ID and paper copy of your license you had completed online for this very reason. With a nod of his head and a warm smile he got to work explaining where everything was behind the bar and how the POS system worked. He had also given you a roundabout for prices on popular drinks and beers before handing you a menu that had everything listed for you to memorize.

“We have two waiters most nights and one during the day for those times that we need drinks to be expedited. Were open 6-3 Thursday though Sunday and 7-2 Monday through Wednesday. We split the tips we make at the bar and Waiters will give us a share of theirs since we make the drinks. Karaoke is on Thursday and Open Mic night is on Tuesdays. For the most part I work nights Thursday through Sunday since its busier then and Oscar does the shorter weekday shifts and comes in to help on nights that we have certain performers and we now its going to be busy. The music is usually controlled by whoever the bartender is at the time and before anybody asks, no we don’t take apple pay hahaha” he said with a loud laugh as if its happened many times before. “Before I forget, while this is a nice bar and we don’t usually have issues, there’s a bat propped up against the IPA beer cooler in case anybody get rowdy. Just don’t go whacking people with it since its mostly for show until cops get here.” you chuckled at his swinging motion when he said ‘whacking’ and you watched as he waved over one of the waiters that was just clocking in. 

“This is Sienna, Sienna this is y/n a possible new bartender” The beautiful ebony woman before you smiled brightly and took your hand into hers to shake. “Hi y/n nice to meet you, I’m Sienna like Hobi here said. I hope you like it here, for the most part it’s chill and we work like a family, with the exception of a certain someone.” you felt the disdain in her voice as her dark chocolate colored gaze landed on the blonde that was walking in through the door. 

The blonde walked passed you both and clacked her nails against one of the touchscreen computers to clock in before dropping her things off into the small black metal locker like cabinet next to the glassware.

“Katrina this is y/n, she’s going to bartend with us tonight” Hobi voiced out as the blondes blue contact covered eyed gave you a once over. “Kay” was all she said as she waved her blue manicured nails and circled around the bar to check on the tables that were seated in her area. With a roll of her eyes at Katrinas attitude, Sienna gaze you a dazzling smile as a "good luck, let me know if you need anything” left her lips before she left you behind the bar with Hoseok.

It was now 10pm and the bar had started getting busy which you had expected no less for a Friday night. You were pouring vodka into two glasses for cape cods while raising your voice over the music to Hobi to ask him to bring your two bottles of Guinness from the freezer built into he cabinet under the bottles of liquor. Pulling the bottle opener from your back right pocket you flipped the caps off with ease hearing the metal caps clang against the floor behind you before you pushed both bottles followed by the two cape cods into the hands of the customers that had just paid you.

“Round of Melonballs over here” you yelled over to Hobi since he was closer to the glassware who then handed you 6 shot glasses. With a bottle of vodka in your left hand and a bottle of Melon Liquor in your right you poured the liquid into a mixer and topped it off with pineapple juice before scooping in a few ice cubes and giving it a good shake while your head bobbed to “kill of the night” by Gin Wingmore. Hovering the shaker over the row of shot glasses you poured the green liquid over each glass in a left to right motion before tossing the shaker into the sink for a rinse and pushed the shots forward to the group of girls that had ordered the shots.

It was nearing three in the morning and Hobi called out last call prompting customers to come up to the bar to order last drinks before the bar closed and they had to head out. Hoseok had finished serving up two shots of Lemondrops before he cut off the music signaling the end of the night.

You had helped him clean up the last ten minutes before it hit 3am to which he thanked you immensely as it had made the time to clean up so much faster. The patrons had all left the bar and you were handed a wad of cash tips from Hobi with a “Thank you so much for helping me tonight, you’re seriously so good and fast!” Thanking him for the opportunity you slipped your jacket back on as Sienna bid you both goodbye, Katrina had left a few minutes earlier without a word. “So how did you like it? Do you want to work here? If so I could have you come in with me tomorrow around 5 and we can discuss a schedule, pay and everything else with Keenan on the phone” With a hopeful expression gracing his face you nodded excitedly “Yes! of course I’d like to work here, you guys were so welcoming and helpful. Thank you for the job offer.” As you both walked out and Hobi locked the doors to the Lennons you thanked him once again and let him know you’d be there at five the next day. 

When Hobi noticed you hadn’t gotten into a car but rather had walked down the street he called out to you“Do you live nearby? I don’t want to leave you walking by yourself as half passed 3am”. Turning your body around as he caught up to you you pointed down the street and nodded. “Yeah I live on Newman, it’s only like five minutes away, its okay” to your surprise Hobi exclaimed and smiled his dazzling smile. “I live on Newman too!” 

As you both walked side by side you neared you apartment building and he waved you a goodbye as you entered the wooden door to the lobby. Hoseok or Hobi as he insisted you call him lived two buildings down. You smiled as you made you way into your apartment, you hoped you could become friends, he reminded you a lot of Taehyung with his infectious happiness and goofy nature.

You poured yourself a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch as you continued your episode of The Great British Baking Show before you made your way to the shower to wash the grime from your body. Chucking your clothes into the white corded hamper you wrapped your hair up into a bun and stepped into the hot stream of water letting it caress your skin.

Washing your body with one of your favorite Stress Relieving body washes, you rinsed the suds off of your body and made quick work of the makeup that had been on your face. Turning the chrome faucet off you stepped on of the shower and let your toes sink into the plush off-white and grey bathmat. With a mid toned grey towel wrapped around your body, you made your way into your bedroom and started your post shower skincare routine.

Sinking your body into your sheets in your oversized coca-cola cotton t shirt and black satin sleeping shorts, you then plugged your phone into its charger and closed your eyes as the late night took a toll on your body since you had woken up so early the morning before.

You were in the same endless see of darkness with the same blank expression on your face in your current pajamas but the smoke tendrils were more violent, thrashing themeless around your body as if they were struggled to enter your body. This time you were standing right in front of the mirror expression of yourself. Reaching a hand out to your unmoving body that you’d now refer to as a doppelgänger..since you didn’t know what to call it or well..you. As your hand neared the face of your doppelgänger, a tendril of smoke whipped itself towards your arm and wrapped itself around your wrist and forearm. A searing pain set into your skin causing you to yell out as the grey smoke turned into a deep black inky tone, pushing away the smoke with your other hand, your fingers passed right through the blazing hot warmth of it. 

The tendril wrapped itself tighter around your arm and your legs buckled at the pain you’d only describe as the hottest fire burning your skin. Your doppelgängers gaze snapped to your form kneeling on the ground and you pleaded for help. A sudden burst of light blinded your eyes and the burning had ceased, the tendrils seemingly disappearing in the rays of the light. Tentatively opening your eyes, you were taken aback as your doppelgängers eyes had taken on a white/gold hue. Before you could ask what was happening you awoke in a sweaty heap in the middle of your bed.

Peeling your body off of the soaked sheets you through your comforter onto your floor and headed to your bathroom. Looking at yourself in the mirror, your hair was matted to your neck and your body had been flushed a pink color. Your eyes shifted downwards to your arm that had been entangled with the smoke in your dream and to your astonishment, there was a faint pink mark that wrapped around your forearm like an octopus would its prey in the ocean.

With a shaky breath filling your lungs you dunked your arm in the cool water filling the sink muttering an incantation of peace your mom had always chanted when she was stressed with orders from the shop. You knew you didn’t have power to evoke an actual spell but you could preform the everyday Magick normal humans who followed the craft did.

Worries be gone

I need you no more

Worries be gone

Out of the door

Stresses and Strains

Worries and Strife

Leave now, Depart

Be gone from my life

The mouthing the words you were used to had gave you a small sense of home, a sense of peace and serenity. 

You decided you would jump into the shower and let the cold water wash away the sweat that was clinging to you body and then throw your bedding into the wash before grabbing lunch as it was already a little passed 11 in the morning. 

With a mouthful of the butter lettuce salad you had fixed yourself you pressed the little green button on your touch screen phone signaling that you had accepted Seokjins Facetime call. “Hello my child that is not my actual child from my loins” Seokjin singsonged causing the left side or your mouth to curl up towards your nose at the gross thought of the word ‘loins’.

Filling Jin in on your new job and how your first week in the city had been going you then listened as he in turn filled you in on the happenings of your smaller home town. You felt the call nearing its end and you decided you needed to ask him if he maybe had any knowledge of dream theory. With a clear of your throat, you set your bowl of salad down onto your whitewashed wooden coffee table and sat up straight. “Jin..do you maybe know what dreams can mean? What I mean to ask is do you know anything of the craft surrounding certain dream or nightmares?” A small frown formed on your friends handsome face as his brows furrowed and his lips downturned. 

“While I’m not well versed in the craft of dreams, I do know a little from certain spells and incantations I have read and studied. Why? Are you okay y/n?” Nodding your head abruptly at his answer in fear of worrying your friend who you knew would tell your parents who would then pester you to come back home, you forced a cheery tone to your voice as you answered his question. “I’m fine Jinnie, I was just wondering if you knew anything about dreams because one of waitresses at work was complaining of some nightmare she had in which she was locked in a dark room. I think if i’m recalling it right, that she said there was deep dark smoke and like she was watching as her own body wouldn’t move. She wasn’t telling me or anything so I don’t know if there was anything else, I had just overhead it and was being nosy.” With a smile on your face you looked into the phone screen and noticed how your friends eyes had seemingly darkened in what looked like fear.

“I’m not too sure what that would mean for a non Magick holder since regular humans do have nightmares that don’t particularly mean anything that bad, they can even mean the complete opposite” His knowledge brought a sense of peace to your mind before it all came crashing down. “But, if she was a Magick holder.. that could be bad. I don’t know anything more than what you’ve told me but if she perhaps was flooded with the smoke, it could mean what we know as dark Magick was either part of her or trying to overtake her. If she’s a Magick holder I don’t think it would be safe to work with her y/n, that sort of stuff shouldn’t be messed with.” From what you could see, he was leaving his home and getting into his car to most likely get back to work from his lunch break. “No no Jin, from what I can tell she doesn’t have Magick. I may not have any myself but I can usually tell when someone else does. The perks of your friends and family being Magickal ‘cool kids” You joked, lightening the mood.

Bidding him goodbye with a promise of him and the boys visiting in a coupe of weeks you waved into the front camera lens and threw your body back onto the cushions of your couch as the screen went black with the “call ended” typography taking over the screen.

You felt bad lying to him but you really didn’t want to worry him anymore than he had already been about you moving away. You couldn’t help the shiver of fear that crept up your spine at what he had said. Even though you knew you shouldn’t worry too much, you didn’t have Magick beyond what normal humans were capable of after all.

Stepping up to Lennons at 10 till 5 you waited at the door and shot Hobi a text to his phone number that he had given you on your walk back home that you all had shared. Looking up from your phone you saw Hobi’s frame in the reflection for one of the front windows walking down the street and towards you and the building.

Jangling his keys into the lock, he gave you a cheery ‘hey, glad you came’ and ushered you into the building behind him. Turning on the buildings lights, he then pulled a pair of chairs off of a four-top table for you both to sit.

“I talked to Keenan earlier and he was super stoked I found some help already, he was even happier when I told him how good you did last night!” with that he place his phone face upwards on the cool metal of the black table and pressed the speaker button as the familiar ringing filled the building. 

Keenan sounding like a nice older gentleman as you three talked about the position and what your schedule would look like. As he joked to Hobi over the phone you smiled gently at how family like this place had felt. Twenty minutes had passed and all the paperwork had been signed with you agreeing that most weeks you work Thurs-Sun nights with Hobi as those are the busiest and where they needed help. you would occasionally get certain weekend nights off to relax and ‘chill’ as Keenan had put it. The pay rate and Dress code (of lack of) was agreed upon and Keenan bid you both bye and a great work night, he had also given you his phone number in case of anything.

The bar didn’t open for another thirty minutes and Hobi had called in a pizza from a shop down the street, saying how you all would need you sustenance with how busy Saturdays would get. You both went over the drink menu while waiting for the food when a knock on the front door was heard. “Oh that’s Brenda, she works days as a waitress.” With a nod of your head in acknowledgment your eyes followed Hobi’s light wash jean and bright red and burgundy plaid button up shirt covered form to the Brunette that the was letting in through the door.

Introductions were made and you liked how nice the tall woman had seemed, learning that she had two children and worked 4 hour shifts 6 days a week due to wanting to get back ‘not so late’ as she had put it, to her younger kids and her husband. 

Hobi and yourself had finished gorging on pizza slices while Brenda finished setting up the tables and cleaned the restrooms. Tucking the rest of the leftover pizza slices onto a paper plate and into the silver mini fridge that was built into the back counter like the multiple coolers of beer had also been, the cheerful man then showed you where the stock room, office and cleaning closet were and gave you a set of keys to the building and the code to the alarm.

At 6, Hobi had unlocked the front door and scrolled through his cellphone choosing the spotify playlist that would make the vibe for the night. 

Getting to know a few older gentleman that he male bartender had informed you as regulars, you basked in the chill ambience Lennons had had during the early afternoon hours.

Nearing 9pm the bar had started to get busier and the movements you made while tending the bar caused you to start getting warm. Shrugging your leather jacket off of your shoulder you hung it up next to your purse into the locker that had been assigned to you and let the cool air of the air conditioner over the bar lick at your body.

You had been wearing the same black leather look jeans you had had the night prior and paired them with non heeled black short combat boots and a regular cotton normal sleeved cropped top that ended at your belly button leaving a sliver of a couple of inches skin to be seen between the hem of your shirt and the top of your pants. 

“I didn’t notice that sick phases of the moon tattoo last night! It’s really nice and well done!” the redheaded man in front of you smiled out and you looked down at your left arm where the tattoo wrapped itself in a band like form around the bottom of your bicep closer to your elbow. “Thanks Hobi! my friend Namjoon’s older brother did most of my tats and piercings. Namjoon’s actually the reins who’s parents owned the bar I worked at.” You two then entered a conversation about tattoos and other forms of art in between making drinks and serving patrons.

Hobi sent you on a thirty minute break around 10 despite you insisting you didn’t need it and you took a few slices of the cold pizza to the office with you. Scrolling though your insta you liked all of your friends new posts before snapping a pic of yourself and your pizza on snapchat for your group with your three best friends. 

Bros B4 other Bros & Hoes

Y/n (Blanket burrito) : Picture sent!

Taehyung (Pupper) : Are you at work? you have PIZZA!

Y/n (Blanket Burrito) : Yess, I’m on break and yessss I have food, it’s cold now though but its still yummy.

Taehyung (Pupper) : I’m jelly, I was pizza pizza. Well not Little C’s but pizza in general.

Jin (Wizard of Crocs) : How’s work?

Namjoon (Looney Joons) : You all are blowing up my phone and its LIKE 4 AM HERE IN ENGLAND!! But y/n hi ily and it’s good to see you settling into you new city. I’m going back to sleep now. Morpheus shall hopefully bless me with dreamland.

Y/n (Blanket Burrito) : Work is good, trying to get the hang of it. Ily too Jooniebean, goodnight <3. I gotta get back to work now guys. Much lub, i’ll ttyl.

Taehyung (Pupper) : Bye y/n! Ily sweets

Jin (Wizard of Crocs) : I know you’ll get the hang of it, you’re practically Lil from Coyote Ugly. Ily2 don’t just tell Joon you love him xc.

Y/n (Blanket burrito) : Omg I love you both! and ily for the literally comparing me to Coyote Ugly

Tucking your phone into your back pocket, you exited the office and weaved through the bodies that had entered the building while you were on break, dropping the paper plate into the trash as you reached the bar. You washed your hands at the sink to the side of the glassware and got back to work helping Hobi with the bodies that crowded the bar ordering and waiting for drinks.

“Can I get a Gin & Tonic, a Whiskey Neat, a Corona prepped, and two Buttery Nipples” A blonde man with deep set dimples ordered out and you nodded. You got to work preparing his drinks and handed them to him one by one. Laying out two shot glasses you poured in your Sambuca then carefully layered the Irish Cream on top. Pushing them forward and into his hands, he took them into his bigger hands and winked your way.

Shrugging it off, you watched as he sat in one of Katrinas tables that had actually been three four-tops pushed together to create one long table where a large group of primarily men sat. 

Preparing an ice bucket of prepped Coronas for another table that Sienna had had, you plopped it onto her serving tray which she took with a smile and a thank you. Taking a sip of your water bottle, you relished as the cool liquid ran down your esophagus and quenched your thirst.

The night had been going great with the exception of the short derogatory comments Katrina would make your way especially when you asked Hobi or Sienna for help with something you weren’t quite sure how to do.While Sienna had been standing at the bar taking a drink of her Iced Tea you vented to her when she had noticed you shooting daggers at the blonde.

“Don’y even worry about her, she’s honestly just a bitch. The only reason she works here is cause Oscar has the hots for her and Hobi doesn’t like dealing with confrontation, especially when it comes to possibly firing someone or talking to Keenan about it. I know he doesn’t wanna bother Keenan with anything else since he has enough on his plate but damn sometimes I just wanna slap that girl” Shaking her head, she set her drink back down behind the bar and patted you on the shoulder. “She doesn’t fuck with me anymore cause I found her hookin up with a guy in the bathroom that clearly had not been her sugar daddy at the time. She doesn’t want me telling people she was getting it doggystyle in the mens restroom despite her not being with her sugardaddy anymore. Like i don’t like her but embrace your hoe nature, it’s not like we can’t all tell what she’s about so why try to be something you different” With a shrug of her shoulders she looked at the blonde who had been hanging at her large table. “She gives you shit cause you’re hotter than she is and her customers are currently drooling over you. They’re portably tired of her fake high pitched ‘nice’ voice and her fried from being over bleached extensions that almost land in their drinks.” Winking a bronze eyeshadow covered eye at you she made her way back to her tables and you got started on an order of Blue Kamikazes.

You had felt a pair of eyes on you as you continued your work until the same blonde haired man from earlier walked up to the bar yet again. “What if I wanted to buy you some shots?”  he asked and you looked towards Hobi who had been serving up a margarita on the rocks. “You’d had to ask my boss” With his lips breaking into a smile you had to admit was pretty to look at. “Hobi and I go way back but I wanted to make sure it was okay with you first” Waving Hobi towards the two of you, you noticed Hobi smile as he walked up “HEEY Nathan wassup man?” With a handshake and a bro fist the two men had just done you cocked an eyebrow.

“He wants to buy me shots” With a nod of his head, Nathan added “I also wanted to know if she wanted to come take those shots at the table for a bit since you aren’t as busy right now” Hobi had looked to you to see how you felt about it. “I mean I don’t mind but I don’t want to leave you here alone, plus I don’t know how you feel about drinking on the job.” A laugh left the redheads lips as he shook his head.

“Well considering I’ve already had a Long Island and a few shots that were bought for me i’d be a hypocrite if i said you couldn’t do the same. Keenans rules are : As long as you’re not shitfaced and are able to comprehend what you are doing and doing it right then drinking is fine. The man sips an Irish coffee when he works, and the Iced Tea that Sienna is sipping always has a shot of Rum in it. So if you wanna go for a bit that’s more than fine, we aren’t that busy right now” He said gesturing his hands to the patrons who mostly sitting with a drink already situated in their hands, you guys had make quick work of the crowd that had gathered earlier and while their was still a large number of people in Lennons, Hobi was right. Most people were sipping their drinks and enthralled in their conversations or dancing to the music that resounded throughout the building.

Cocking a well done brow you faced Nathan. “What kind of shots are you ordering?” The smile on his lips had gotten bigger is possible and you shared the smile. “Whatever you want.” With a look behind you, you reached out to grab a bottle of Patron Reposado. “y/n out here picking the not so cheap stuff, I like.” Hobi said with a smile and a thumbs up before he walked back to a couple that ordered to Budd Ultras. 

“I’ll get them prepped and bring them to you. How many do you want?” Pursing his lips, Nathan turned around to count the patrons at the table. “There’s about 8 of us so maybe like 10 or 12? depending on how many you can or want to drink” Smirking towards the blond man in his white button up shirt he had tucked into his light grey business slacks you pulled a tray from the counter behind you. “I can hold my liquor and I quite like Tequila so 12 it is.”

With an ok and a wide smile, he made his way back to the table and you watched as Katrina looked from him to you and back again with a roll of her eyes as she draped an arm around the back of a chair that seated a dark haired man. Her other hand had been propped on the chair next to the dark haired mans where an ashy blonde haired man sat. You couldn’t see either of the men as they had their back facing you but you shrugged off the ugly look she sent your way.

Your rings clinked against the shot glasses as you lined them up on the bar before pouring the tequila into a shaker with a few tubes of ice to chill it. Rimming each glass with lime juice you then dipped them into a rimmer that had been filled with sea salt and lime beer salt. With a shake of the shaker you ran emptied the liquid into the shot glasses from left to right and after risking the shaker you placed each glass onto the tray you had to the right of your arm. Filling a bowl with slices of lime you placed that too onto the tray and told Hobi you’d be back to which he nodded out a “have fun!” and you smiled at his “Drink them under the table”. To which you replied that you weren’t even going to be drinking a lot.

Making your way to Katrinas biggest table as you weaved through the bodies of people and other tables, you sat the tray down in the center and looked to Nathan. “Here’s your round.” You hear Katrina scoff and your eyes met hers with a cock of your eyebrow. “Nate why didn’t you just have me get them for you? She’s a bartender not a server dummy.”

“I invited her to drink a shot or two with us since iv’e never seen her around here before.” Placing her manicured hand onto the shoulder of the dark haired man to her right she sighed. “That’s cause she started like yesterday and ugh straight Tequila? I’m sure y/n doesn’t want that, right sweetie? She probably has drinks she needs to learn how to make anyways.”

With a cock of your head you rimmed an index finger among the rim of the vessel that held the lime slices. “I picked these shots first of all and secondly I don’t have any drinks that I need to 'learn how to make’ right now. Hobi doesn’t have a problem with me being here so neither should you not that its any of your business what I do or don’t do and “Sweetie” I do want to drink these nice shots of Patron Reposado that features notes of Honey, Agave and Pepper.” You watched as her face scrunched up before she flung her hair over her right shoulder as mumbled what you swore you heard as ‘bitch’.

Smiling at the look on her face your eyes trailed down her hand that had been gripping a mans shoulder. Following the line of her arm your eyes trailed up the black silk button up shirt that had a few buttons unbuttoned revealing a swirl of black ink imprinted on skin underneath, trailing up the collar to the neck of the man your eyebrows rose immediately when you took in his face and those Honey colored eyes. It was the same man who’s cart ran into yours at the grocery store. Your stomach fluttered as you felt the same pull to him you had felt the first time you had looked up and seen him in the pasta aisle. You noticed his gaze never left yours even as you gulped and shifted your cranberry colored smokey eyed gaze to Nathan who stood beside you, you could still feel his gaze on your form.

Nathan had handed shots and a lime to everyone at the table including Katrina who hadn’t looked too happy at you being at her table. You clutched the glass vessel that housed the cool light amber colored liquid in your hand as Nathan said a toast aloud, a countdown from 3 was said and you licked at the rim of the glass letting the lime flavored salt coat your tongue before you tipped your head back and let the agave flavored liquid slide down your throat.

With a smirk you watched as Katrina struggled with the liquid, her teeth biting furiously into the lime wedge to rid herself of the taste while her face scrunched up. A few of the men at the table hadn’t wanted to mix tequila with what you noticed as bourbon in their glasses and that had left 6 more shots on the tray.

Nathan wrapped a hand around your shoulder as he asked if you wanted another to which you smirked, a ‘hell yeah’ leaving your lips. You lined up two more shots just for yourself and earned a look from Nathan. You were pulling a lime wedge out of the bowl to squeeze into your Tequila prior to drinking when a tattooed hand bumped into yours reaching for a shot. Looking upwards, your eyes met that of the man from the grocery store and his spicy, woodsy scent that reminded you of leaves burning on a cold winter night while you sat on a log roasting marshmallows under the soft moon light, invaded your nostrils causing your senses to feel as it they were lit aflame. The moment was interrupted by Katrina grabbing a shot as well, one of her nails trailing up the forearm of the man leaning in front of you.

Pulling back from the tray, you waiting as Nathan called another countdown after the blonde man that was sat next to the dark haired man that you were currently at a daze over his scent had taken the last shot. Licking the rim of one of your glasses, you gaze flicked upwards to the man who’s gaze stared deep into your mind and body. Resting the first glass again your bottom lip you waiting until Nathan counted down to 1 before you tipped your head back, swallowing the liquid down. You then reached down to the second shot glass and swallowed that shot down as well without so much as a slight grimace on your face. Letting the glass clink against the table as you brought it down, you closed your eyes relishing in the flavor of the reposado.

“Fuck man, she can drink them down” a brunette next to Nathan let out and you smiled a thanks. “Whats your name pretty lady?” asked that same man. Placing your empty shot glasses back onto the tray with you first you tried to clean up the table a little. “I’m y/n the new bartender” you said with a quirk of your lips at the man who had been ogling your short but curvy frame. “I’m Teddy, you already know Nathan and that’s Jerrod, Yuto, George, Luis, Jimin and Jungkook” Your eyes followed the bodies of each man as he said their name in order until they landed on the dark haired man you now knew as Jungkook. The name rolled off of your tongue in your brain and your gaze landed on the many hoop earrings dangling from one of his ears that had glinted under the dim lights from between strands of dark hair. You mumbled out a ‘nice to meet you all’ before bidding them goodbye to get back behind the bar to help Hobi with the small group of people that had started to form at the bar and to stop yourself from staring at Jungkook. Your boots clacked against the sticky floor as you walked to the sink to wash your hands after you told Hobi you were back.

Wiping down the glassware you had just finished cleaning, you placed them back in their specific areas as Hobi finished locking the front door after all the patrons had left. Sienna had just finished wiping down the tables while Katrina swept and mopped when she practically skipped up to you, the skirt of her orange dress swaying around her thighs “I saw you drinking at the ‘it’ table, Katrina HATES when any of us serve them so seeing you not only serve them but drink with them like a Mother fucking BOSS was like icing on the cake.” You practically cackled at the way she had worded what had happened with her hands flailing dramatically. “Here girl, let me get your number we should go out sometime. I can show you all the cool spots.” Handing you her phone, you entered your number before handing her back her cellphone and bidding her goodbye as she took her leave.

Hobi had once again walked you home and you practically jumped onto your bed face first. Kicking your shoes and jeans off, you pulled a pair of soft cotton grey jogger style pajama bottoms over your legs and changed into your navy blue Scooby Doo t shirt. Keenan had given you the day off tomorrow since he was going in to fix the schedule so you’d be able to properly clock in the following Thursday. You had asked Hobi if he was sure that he didn’t need any help tomorrow but he let you know Oscar was going to be working with him and to enjoy your day off.

Fluffing your light grey cotton comforter around your body, you plugged in your phone to charge and turned the knob on your shaded lamp to turn it off. You had placed a few lavender buds from Taehyungs plant he grew for you into your pillowcase above your pillow to hopefully induce sweet dreams and a good sleep with a silent plea to Hypnos. Closing your eyes, you inhaled the herbal scent of the lavender and let it put you to sleep.

It was around 6pm when your phone rang causing you to pause your marathon of Netflix cooking shows to see who’s name had popped up on your phone screen.

“Hey Sienna.” the other girl on the line returned your hello before you informed you of why she had been calling. “I heard you were off from Hobi earlier and I wanted to know if you wanted to go out tonight? I’m off and could use a Girls night.” Your brow rose a little at the thought of why or how Hobi had told her why you were off but you shrugged it off. “Honestly, that sounds like so much fun. I’ve only been here a week but I’d like to see more that just my apartments, Lennons and the neighborhood grocery store” you giggled and heard the other girl laugh as well.

“Yay! I’m so excited. We’re going to fuck it up!! Wanna meat at my place or yours? Know what? Maybe your’s is better so you don’t have to come all the way over here with directions in a city you don’t know too much about yet.” Texting her your address you smiled when she said she’d be over in about an hour to get ready together.

Swinging your legs off of you couch after you had hung up, you placed your empty bowl of ramen into the sink to dishwasher. Gripping a matchbook in your left hand, you struck the wood against the side and brought the flame to the lemon and mint essential oil infused candle that sat atop your kitchen counter to brighten the mood and mask the smell of spicy ramen that lingered from your earlier cooking.

Flicking your bathroom lights on, you turned the knob on the shower to warm and stripped out of your pajamas that you were lounging in. Stepping under the warm stream you got to work on washing your hair, massaging the tips of your fingers on your scalp to work the shampoo in. With a rinse of the suds you smoothed your buttery conditioner into the palms of your hands and smoothed them over your long tresses before wrapping your hair up into a makeshift bun.

Squeezing your sandalwood and rose scented body wash onto your fluffy lavender colored loofah, you started to scrub the pouf onto your body making sure to be gentle but give your body a proper exfoliation. After rising your body you turned the stream of water away from your body so that the water wouldn’t rinse away your shaving cream before you got to remove the unwanted hairs. 

When you were as “bald as when you were born” as your mom liked to put it, you gently cleansed your face and brushed your teeth with the steri-pod covered toothbrush and toothpaste you kept in your shower. Feeling clean all over, you un did the bun from your hair and rinsed the conditioner. Turning off the water, you stepped onto your bathmat and wrapped a fluffy towel from the towel rod around your body and one in your hair.

When your doorbell rang thirty minutes later you had already blow-dried your hair and slipped into your undergarments and a comfy robe. “It smells so good in here” Sienna pointed out after entering your apartment and encircled you a friendly hug.

You covered your candle in your kitchen to blow out the flame before taking her to your room so you all could get ready. Sienna was going through your closet to find you a ‘sexy ass’ outfit while you curled your hair in soft waves. You were combing your eyebrows hairs into place before running a brow pencil over the sparse areas when Sienna exclaimed startling you slightly. 

Turning your body to face your closet, Sienna had held up a pair of leather shorts and a mess long sleeve top while a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrow. Shaking your head you agreed to her outfit of choice for you to wear and continued your makeup application.

With both of your outfits lying on your bed, your new friend got to work on her makeup as well and insisted you do her eyeshadow since at work you had it ‘blended to the gods’ as she put it.

A pass of your highlighter brush over your cheekbones and your makeup was complete. Looking into the mirror on your desk, your eyes dazzled with your deep purple and wine colored halo styled eyeshadow. The light pink almost opal colored glitter you placed on the lightest part of your halo style lid sparkled under the lights of your bedroom from between your fluffy false lashes. Light pink and champagne colored highlighter sat above your countered cheekbones complimented your eyeshadow and mauve blush. Pursing your berry  colored stained lips you sprayed a layer of setting spray over your work to act as a protective shield from the dancing and drinking you knew would commence tonight.

Standing your from chair you began to get dressed with the clothes sitting atop your bed that Sienna had picked out for you while she was also getting dressed in your bathroom. You pulled your black mesh top over your head and pushed your arms through the long sleeves of the material then smoothing the top over your black lacy bra. Pulling the leather skin tight shorts over your thighs you secured them with a snap of their button and a pull of their zipper. 

You had been pulling the black suede heeled mid-thigh boots over your crew socks when Sienna entered your bedroom. “Girl you look H O T, like a Spicy mami!” Blushing at her compliment you stood in your now zippered boots and gestured to her body.

“Dude you look AMAZING, if i’m hot your on fire!” Sienna swayed her hips that were being hugged in a pair of mid wash boyfriend jeans that were tight in all the right places. Her yellow silk strapless top was held up by the fabric wrapping itself around her neck and creating a peephole in the middle of her cleavage, the top ended over her navel and showed off the rich ebony skin of her torso that was practically glowing with her shimmery dry body oil. Her feet had been in a pair of yellow stiletto heals that matched her top perfectly. Her natural mid length curls bounced with each step she took towards you with her phone in her hand.

After you finished accessorizing with a plethora of silver rings and matching simplistic  earrings you posed for a picture with Sienna for her snapchat. The both of you posted multiple pictures and videos on your story before her phone rang. 

Hanging up the receiver she smiled her deep nude glossy covered lips. “The girls just got to the club, let’s go!” You pulled your small cross body over your frame after throwing in everything you needed for the night and followed her out of your front door.

Stepping put of the uber you could already hear the loud bass thumping from inside the deep grey colored building, it’s overhead neon purple lights framing the name gave it a hip and edgy vibe.

Your heeled boots clacked against the concrete pavement as you followed Sienna who had by passed the long line and walked right up to the bouncer. “SiSi!” the tall muscular man exclaimed encircled the woman you were with in a hug. “Chance this is y/n, she works with me and Hobi at Lennons, y/n this is Chance my cousin.” Shaking his hand you could help but smile at the warm smile the older gentleman gave you, the smile resembling that of Sienna. Waving you both inside after he told you both her friends were at the bar, you followed her through the massive crowds of bodies to the large bar that glowed with the same color neon purple lights from outside.

A woman with short blonde hair leaned her deep fuchsia bodycon dress covered body against the counter of the bar while talking to a taller thin man in a printed short sleeve button up Versace top tucked into a pair of black pants. Wrapping her arms around the pair, Sienna then introduced you all. The woman’s name was Stacey and she pulled your body in for a hug as well before calling over the bartender to order a round of shots. The man you now knew as Julio puckered his gloss covered lips placing kisses on both of your cheeks.

“Mami you’re gorgeous! I mean i’m gorgeous too but aren’t we all a group of hot bitches?” Julio yelled out and your lips curled upwards in a big smile. You knew you were going to like Stacey and Julio. 

The music thumped around you as you watched Julio pose for a selfie on his snapchat, You were already 4 shots and 2 drinks in and your body was feeling the familiar tingly of your buzz.

“Bitch this is the jam!” Stacey shouted, her fingers curling around your and Julio’s wrists to pull you to the dance floor. Maneuvering through the throngs of bodies swaying to the beats you all eventuated settled yourself into a makeshift circle. 

Moving your hips to the beat, you wrapped your arms around Julios hips as he twerked his ass onto your hips and giggled as he and stacey shouted the lyrics to WAP. Stacey stood in front of Julio and you both sandwiched his body between yours rapping to Meg the Stallions second verse wagging your tongues as you ended the “When I ride the dick imma spell my name, AHH!” 

Dancing to the second song you were about to ask why Sienna hadn’t joined to all on the dance floor after she had left to restroom earlier when your eyes spotted her leaning agains the bar talking to none other than Hobi. A big smile donned her face as she giggled at what you could assume was a joke. “Loverboy is here! damn he’s got a nice ass look at those hips” Julio said and earned a smack on his bare chest courtesy of his row of unbuttoned buttons from Stacey. “Don objectify Siennash love interesst, that’s lihhk..lihke inshest” she slightly slurred. 

“Honey I’m just appreciating his body” batting his lashes Julio smiled at the blonde. You three had been dancing and laughing at jokes when Sienna followed by Hobi came pushing through bodies to get to you all. Sitting a shot glass of blue liquid you assumed to be a blue kamikaze in your hand, Hobi greeted you with that cheerful smile of his and a hello.

Sienna’s phone flashlight shined on your faces as Julio shouted out a “Cheers Bitches”, the clinking of your glasses in a toast followed by the cold liquid flowing down you throat fueled your ongoing buzz. 

“I’m buying ussh nother shot” Stacey cheered and skipped over to the bar in her god scrappy heels. You had to have had a worried look on your face when Julio wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders “Babe don’t worry, we took an uber over and we’re roomies to she will be safe even if she gets batshit drunk.” With an “okay okay just making sure” your eyes traveled to the blonde that Julio was walking over to to help with carrying her plethora of shots that she teetered on a black circular tray.

Julio held the tray in one of his hands as you all huddled around in a circle. People dancing around you all cast their gazes on your new friends as they cheered the chorus of “shots shots shots”. The tray held various types of shots that you tried to discern by color and scent. 

Everyone picked their shot and or shots as you all clinked another cheers with a smile to the cellphone Sienna held in her nude nail polished oval shaped nails for what you heard was for her insta. 

The first shot you had picked was another Blue Kamikaze, the familiar blue semi sweet liquid almost refreshing on your tongue. Placing the glass onto the tray still balanced on Julios non occupied hand, you then picked up your second shot, a Pineapple upside down cake. The cake vodka mixed with the pineapple juice and grenadine reminding you of the sweet moist cake you loved to indulge on.

“I also ordered us a round of blow jobs shots” Julio said with a wink and you swore you saw Sienna blushing. Following the man in the Versace shirt to the bar, you all with the exception of Hobi who said the taste of Kahlua didn’t mesh with his Corona. 

The bartender finished the top of each shot glass with an ample amount of whip cream and pushed the shots forward in front of each of you. 

A sudden creep of heat made its way up your spine and you swore you felt as if someone was staring at the back of your body. Not wanting to turn around and make it obvious you tried to cast a sideways glance at where you felt the gaze coming from. Your eyes were met by a sea of bodies and before you could look any further, Julio announced it was time to take the shots the “proper” way. 

With a shake of your head and a smirk, you leaned your head down to be eye level with the bar. A “Get that dick” left Julios lips and you all leaned down to take the shot. The tip of your tongue peeked out from the seam of your lips and licked a tiny amount of whip cream off of the top. Wrapping your mouth in a small ‘O’ around the rim of the glass, you tipped your head back and stood up letting the coffee flavored liquid run own your throat. Gripping the glass from your lips that were still wrapped around it, you placed it on the counter and licked at your bottom lip where whip cream had smooshed out of when you wrapped your lips around the glass.

“Bitch i’m feeling drunk” Julio giggled and you shook your head telling him and Stacey to sip some water before they started dancing again. With a reluctant nod, the blonde agreed and ordered a bottle of water for herself and for her roommate. Sienna was blushing hard to your right, you noticed Hobi watched her lick her lips from residual liquid still on them. With a knowing smile you once again felt that same gaze center on your form.

Turning around, your eyes searched for that gaze. Looking through the sea of gyrating bodies illuminated only by the blue and purple LED lights and flurry of soft rainbow lights on disco lights from atop the dance floor. 

Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes met those of Jungkook, his burning gaze fixated on you as you stood against the bar. You felt this pull to him that you couldn’t describe other than how a matchstick struck a matchbook and was engulfed in flame.

You wanted, no needed to ask why he was here, why he was staring at you, why you felt this pull of sorts. You didn’t get to ask any of those questions though as your body was pulled by Sienna and Stacey to a spot near the middle of the dance floor.

“try to stop me i’m like no way, no way” you let the songs beat and it’s lyrics rule your body as you moved your hips to the beat. Sienna and Stacey sandwiched you between them as you all moved in sync, swaying your hips left and right.

“I can feel it in my brain” Hobi and Julio joined you all on the dance floor and you watched as his arms encircled Sienna's causing you to smile. You, Julio and Sienna danced in a circle while the dim LED lights cast a cool glow.

“Try to fuck me i’m like okay okay” Fingers brushed themselves along the sides of your waist and before you could turn around and ask ‘who the fuck’ touched you, you felt a searing yet comfortable heat from those fingers that you could only attribute to the same as when that man looked at you.

Tilting your head to the side, you leaned your head back against what you thought would be his chest. With a tighter grip on your hips, the man pressed against you slightly and swayed your bodies to the music. 

As the song shifted to ‘Such a Whore, Stellular Remix” You bit your lip and let your hips ground back against him in small circular motions. Your eyes fluttered close as the beat took over your body, your body abuzz with the alcohol in your system and one of your hands drifted it way up into your hair as you slithered down under your knees bent. Swaying your hips left to right, you raised yourself to a standing position again and Jungkook pulled you closer to him, a hand splaying itself over your belly.

“Jungkook” you softly whispered. Your body was spun around and you were suddenly staring at the man who’s gaze lit you ablaze with curiosity. Eyes trailing downward you took in his silky black shirt unbuttoned at the top to show off his clavicle that was illuminated by the blue light emitting from overhead. Daring your eyes further, you looked over his leather skin tight pants that accentuated every muscle that rippled on his thighs. On his feet were black leather dress boots. Flicking your eyes back up to his face, his honey colored eyes were partially covered by his long dark silky looking waves but you could see a hint of deep kohl on his lash line accentuating his gaze. Several silver earring lined his ears and glinted against the lights much like the sweat on his clavicle had.

“You remembered my name” left his sweet like honey yet alluringly deep voice and you felt your stomach clench. Nodding your head your breath hitched when he leaned his face closer to yours, his lips just brushing yours. “Why do you feel like this? Why do you feel like raw power that I should be afraid of? but all I want to do is hold you right now?” Pulling back slightly your eyebrows furrows at his odd questions.

 “What..do you mean.. power?” you muttered. “y/n I know you’re a Magick holder, can’t you feel me too? Isn’t that why you keep looking my way?” he whispered into the shell of you ear, careful of dancers close by. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t have Magick, I never have.”

“You don’t have to lie, I can feel it and it’s strong.. almost scary. From the first time I saw you at that grocery store I felt it. It’s like my mind and my Magick was telling me to stay away but a part of me wants to get closer.” Pulling back from your ear Jungkook looked you straight in the eye and you could feel the truth in his gaze but you couldn’t help but feel like he was mistaken.

A shiver of ice cold air ran up your spine and you pulled back from his embrace. Your head started to feel fuzzy and you stepped towards your friends bidding them goodbye with a made up excuse of needing to get home because your heels were hurting you and you could feel the blisters forming. Hobi and Sienna had insisted on driving you home as he had brought his car but you shook it off, telling them you had already ordered an Uber with a wave of your cellphone. 

“Fine but promise you’ll text when you get home?” Sienna called out to you after you had hugged them all goodbye and exchanged numbers with Stacey and Julio. With a yes you made your way to the door and bid her cousin goodbye as well.

Standing against the wall between the club and one of a currently closed restaurant, you took in deep breaths of fresh air. You knew you needed to actually call an Uber but you wanted to take a few more breaths and center yourself first. Pulling your phone from your small bag, you opened the Uber app and searched for the nearest one. 

Clicking the icon of a nearby Uber you were checking their score as that same ice cold shiver ran up your spine. This time it had felt stronger, almost like it was incasing you in a block of ice that you couldn’t escape. Your hands began to shake while you clutched your phone and your breaths had started to smoke as you exhaled. 

“Here you are little dove” Snapping your head up, your eyes landed on a tall man who had been standing in the shadows between both buildings. His footsteps echoed against the concrete and as he got closer you took in how pale he had looked. It’s as if his skin almost took on a light blue hue when he shifted in his steps, his long black trench coat flowing behind him as he neared your shaking form.

“Who are you?” you grit out through your teeth, no matter how much this mans aura scared you, you wouldn’t go down without a fight. With a wicked smile of his bright white teeth, his steely blue eyes met yours. Reaching out, his finger lightly brushed against the skin of you left cheek causing it to feel as if it was burning from dry ice. 

Raising a hand you pushed his touch away from your face and pulled out your pocky knife with your other hand. Steeling your gaze you willed your body to stop shaking. “Don’t touch me! I have a knife and there’s plenty of people nearby. I swear i’ll fucking cut you and scream for help.” With a sinister chuckle the man quirked an eyebrow at you, taking interest in the blade clutched in your small palm.

“Can’t you feel the magic that’s blocking us from measly humans? My sweet, they can’t hear you and you should know that knife won’t do a thing if it’s out of your hands” With a flick of his palm, light blue smoke encircled you and a dagger made out of ice was shot your way slicing at the flesh of your hand as you dropped the knife. “just like this”

Bending down you quickly reached for the knife but were pushed against the concrete wall you were standby near. The water puddles that littered the floor were streaming upwards towards the mans hands and forming ice dagger like blades that were sent hurdling to your form and effectively pinned you agains the wall as they embed themself into the wall.

“What the fuck do you want from me?!” You yelled out as you wiggled your body in an attempt to get away from the man and this alleyway.

“I just want to get to know you, to get to know the person with this surging power that oh so enticing.” Steeping towards you, his fingers ran down the sides of your arms causing you to spit out “fuck you’s" from your lips.

“I don’t fucking have any power you dickwad and i sure as hell down’t want to get to know you. What kind of person gets to know somebody by slicing their hand with a dagger and embedding ice daggers around their body so they can’t escape?” With a tsk he sniggered “My, my, what a naughty mouth you have here. I just wanted to get to know you, you’re the one that pulled out a knife.” gripped his hands around your shoulder he pressed his face against the curve of your neck and inhaled. 

“You feel like a thousand hells and I need more.” Feeling a wet appendage against your neck you knew you needed to get out of here. With all of your strength you pushed forward and freed up your left leg enough to kick him in the balls with you black heeled boot. With the unexpected kick, his power was paused as he clutched his nether regions and flung his body backwards.

Feeling the ice daggers weaken slightly you pulled the rest of your body from the wall and kicked towards his frame once again, this time hitting the bottom of his chin which sent him further backwards. 

Jogging forwards, you felt the magic like barrier around you coming closer to an end before you were being pulled back by ice cold hands and flung onto the floor. Wiping the blood dribbling from his mouth onto the back of his hand the man climbed on top of you reading a hand upwards to your neck. Your neck felt as if it had a noose made of frostbite and he clutched it between his fingers squeezing hard but not enough to kill.

“Little dove wants to fight? Why don’t you show me your true power, your true Magick and we can be even? Come on, tell me your name and show me your power. Iv’e needed to meet you since I first saw you enter this club. I was minding my business about to get laid but i felt your energy and I knew I needed to feel it even more.”

Mustering a “Fuck you” You spit out at his face and felt his fingers squeeze harder causing blurry white dots flood your vision. Coughing out air you wondered if this was how you’d die. By a creepy man with the power of Water who could make it into ice and wield it like nobody you had seen before who had been crazy and convinced you had power you didn’t actually have. In an alleyway next to a bar where you had just made friends at. On your first week in the city where you’d start your new life. 

Gasping for air you mumbled a series of non finished words as you hoped by some miracle you’d make it out of here. You were kicking yourself in the ass that you had left the lanyard your mother gave you back at your apartment as it didn’t fit in your bag with its hanging crystals. Even if it hadn’t done anything protection wise, you knew it would bring you peace and serenity that you needed had this been your last moments. 

A loud yell of something you couldn’t quite make out was heard and a ball of blue inferno flame encircled in a ball of deep blood red flame was sent hurdling towards the man on top of you. The mans body was found off of you as he clutched his chest from the flame that had burned through his clothes and caused a layer of skin you singe off. With a loud scream he hurdled himself armed with a slew of ice daggers and a surrounding of ice cold wind towards where the fire ball came from.

Gasping in short breaths your hands clutched at your neck as you attempted to sit up, feeling lightheaded you closed your eyes and took in a deep breath. Willing your eyes back open you took in the sight in front of you. The man was throwing daggers and snow flurries towards who you had noticed as Jungkook. 

Steadying your breath you stood up onto your knees while you tried to regain some control of your body. A row of flame encircled you as a barrier of sorts and your eyes met that of Jungkooks, although he didn’t say a word you knew he was asking you to stay put. 

The man of ice landed a blow on Jungkooks chest and sliced through his shirt causing you to stand abruptly on your shaky knees. Gripping the man between his hands, Jungkook flung him onto the floor and the two grappled around in a physical match fueled by their different powers and obvious fighting skills.

With a shriek from the man who had attacked you, you watched as Jungkooks fist encircled in flames landed on his face and the smell of burning skin permeated your nose. An ice dagger was sent your way and sliced the side of your left cheek. Before you could register the warm blood flowing down your skin, flames engulfed the alleyway as the man wiggled his way out of Jungkooks gasp while the latter had snapped his attention to you as he watched the dagger slice your flesh before his flames could melt it.

The flames dulled as he ran his way towards you after he sent a series of bursts of flames towards the man who narrowly escaped the alleyway. The bursts soaked into the magic barrier that was invisible to the naked eye. 

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked after he brushed a thumb along the small cut on your cheek causing your eyebrows to furrow as you slightly winced at the action. With a nod of your head he shook his head and looked down towards his shoes that were covered in soot like ashes “I’m sorry I didn’t get here earlier, I could feel that you were in trouble but his barrier was strong and I couldn’t hardly sense where you were until I conjured one of my own.” Wrapping your arms around your body that was one again shivering you shook your head and tapped his shoulder so he could look at you. “It’s ok..thank…you for uh saving me” The most beautiful smile adorned the gorgeous mans face and his pink lips stretched along his teeth. “No need to thank me i’m just glad I got here before it ended it worse.”

“I don’t…I don’t think he would’ve killed me. I feel like he wanted to knock me out. For what I’m not sure but he kept talking about wanting to get to know me and wanting to get closer and more of the energy of my power” mumbling out the last part your teeth chattered against one another.

Your body was encircled by large arms into a warm hug that eased your mind and cold body after Jungkook had noticed your teeth chattered and your arms wrapped around yourself. His naturally warm body aided with his active power helped you to warm up fast.

“I told you you had power. I can feel it y/n. Iv’e never felt anything like it before. It like its telling me to run. But then it’s like that thought is cut off by another saying to help.” 

Shaking your head your fists began to shake in anger, you had had it with people saying you had something you didn’t. You were just attacked for having a supposed ‘power’ for The Goddesses sake and now this extremely attractive man was telling you he could ‘feel it’. You were fucking ordinary, you always had been and always were. All of your life, you were protective magickally and non magickally by your friends and family. An active power user would make fun of you for not being like your parents and your friends would set them straight. This was why you moved to this God damn city, to get away form being protected, to live your life on your own and rely on yourself. You just fucking got here and all this shit kept happening, the nightmares, the feelings of being watched, Jungkook, and now the creepy ass man. You were fucking done! why couldn’t you just live your FUCKING LIFE!

Jungkook watched as one of your pupils began to darken as your fists curled and uncurled. Soon your eye was encompassed fully in black. Black smoke like tendrils weaved their way from your shaking palms and an immense power filled the space causing Jungkook’s soul to buzz in fear. It felt like lighting was repeatedly striking the area causes massive pulses in power. Your veins started to darken to an inky black color under your skin and you felt yourself beginning to burst in anger. With an angered yell, the tendrils whipped towards the wall you had been held against earlier and turned into obsidian like spears as they came in contact with the concrete. The power causing major holes to rip through the wall and into the condemned restaurant. A large puff of smoke blasted through the area as stone began to further fall from the holes your spears had made. 

The only feeling that could describe how you felt right now was fear. You feared for what you had just seen your physical form do. You feared for the thoughts that had been running rampant in your head telling you to do much worse. You feared that you’d never be the same and you feared of what would become of you.

Tears escaped your ducts and flowed along your ruined makeup covered cheeks. Taking in the scene of destruction you had caused, you repeated a flurry of ‘sorrys’ before being pulled against Jungkook who told you it would all be okay. “Hey, shhh. Lets get you cleaned up and home, okay?”

Pulling you along with him with an arm wrapped around your shoulders, he walked you both out of his barrier and closed it with a wave of his hand as you both stepped onto the concrete and walked to the nearby parking lot. Turning around you stared at the alleyway that had been covered in soot and rumble littering the floor. It seemed as if the scene never even happened, there was no smoke in the air, the building that had holes it it seemed to repair itself and the piles of rubble were seemingly swept away by a metaphorical broom. Next to it stood the club you had been in earlier that night, patrons were exiting the bar laughing and talking as if nothing had happened in the alleyway next to it, as if you hadn’t just caused holes in the building next to it. As if you hadn’t been fighting for your life earlier. As if Jungkook hadn’t conjured Inferno fire. 

At that last thought your head whipped around to his when you both reached a sleek black Audi two door with matching black rims. “you have inferno fire!” you almost yelled out as he opened the door for you but held back a little in fear of someone hearing you as you were still in public. With a hard gulp causing his Adams apple to bob furiously, he nodded and rounded the car to the drivers side door entering the black leather interior.

“But how? Thats extremely rare, if that man hadn’t had ice like armor covering his body I know you would’ve disintegrated him” With a small shake of his head, his gaze was now covered by his long hair as his gaze focused on the road in front of him. Turning the key into the ignition, the car roared to life. “His armor didn’t matter, if I wanted to disintegrate him I would’ve.. I conjured the ball to be encircled with red flame to not be nearly as powerful. I figured you didn’t want a body to burn and turn into ash in front of you.. the screams would’ve been..unsightly.”

With wide eyes you buckled your seat belt and told him your address after he asked, watching his car pull onto the road and head to the destination of your apartment.

That’s the end of chapter 1. I worked really mf hard on this and revised certain scenes like 10 times lol. I used my knowledge of Magick and natural remedies to aid in the writing of this series. Books were a great source of research as well that i literally have been going over and over to make sure I got certain aspects right. I’m also fortunate to have a local occult shop that has vast knowledge in these sort of things.

All chants and ‘spells’ used that are not of my own making belong to their rightful owners and I will try to mention them by name in this section if I can find them

Books I own that served as research and inspo are:

Crystal Healing by Ann Crane

Blackthorns Botanical Magic by Amy Blackthorn 

The Inner Temple of Witchcraft by Christopher Penczak

The spell used after y/n got out pf the shower to calm herself is called Chant for Peace of Mind by an unknown author and shared by Realm of the Witch 

I really hope you enjoy chapter 1 of Seance Season

-C or Potittiess

The fact that I started this Taehyung fic only as a Drabble from a simple idea I had and I’m now 8,000 words in and I’m not even done yet. I’m so nervous to post it 🥺 help pls.

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Everything about this fic is beautifully written. From the added Insta posts to the way Jimin is my spirit animal😩 I have read this fic more than once and it just fulfills so many tropes I LOVE! “Breakfast can wait” oh girl yes it can 😏😏

it takes two.

↳ struggling with the idea of your ex-boyfriend moving on, you enlist the help of your quiet roommate in a scheme that quickly spirals out of control.

◇ jungkook x reader ◇ smut | fake dating!au | roommate!au  ◇ 29.8k [1/1]

⇢ full (and by full, i mean less vague) summary: you don’t need retrospect to tell you that dating a coworker was a bad idea. two months after your breakup, he seems to have moved on to someone new—and quite happily, if his social media is to be believed. meanwhile, the only new thing in your life is your roommate, jungkook, who seems nice enough. just nice enough to coax into coming to your company’s annual holiday party, and more than handsome enough to show off a little bit. or, as it turns out, a lot.

notes: my contribution to the once upon a holiday… collab with the lovely @underthejoon​, @fantasybangtan​, @kpopfanfictrash​, @lamourche​, @hobidreams​, and @suga-kookiemonster​! shoutout to @bendthekneetobangtan​ as well, who is the best cheerleader of all time 💕

warnings: this fic is just 3 (dozen) tropes in a trenchcoat, aNd ThEy WeRe RoOmAtEs, slow burn, one (1) awkward boner, tatted!kook, long-haired!kook, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, jk’s big dick, squirting. not as edited as i would like but oh well 🤷🏻‍♀️

You feel sick.

Your heart stutters in your chest, missing two whole beats before taking off into a strident gallop that hammers dangerously against the slats of your ribcage. Warmth rushes to your cheeks, unbidden, and spreads through your veins like wildfire. Sour bile rises up in your throat, and no matter how you try to swallow it down, it refuses to dissipate—just like the photograph lighting up your phone screen.

The photograph of your ex-boyfriend, his face creased into that familiar dimpled smile and his arm wrapped snugly around his new girlfriend.

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Please take these into account. We must spread positivity and solidarity 🖤✨ I hope everyone stays safe and we can spread kindness, cultural education and truly stand up to those who try to oppress or spread hate upon ourselves and/or others.

a friendly reminder that microaggressions against asians can also look like this:

pretending to gag at asian food

pretending to be weirded out by asian customs and cultures

excusing cultural appropriation (often through ignoring the stories of asians who have been mocked for wearing their ethnic dress while praising a white person for doing so)

not trying to learn how to pronounce an asian person’s ethnic name correctly, or asking, “can i call you by something else?”

adopting an asian name for the ~aesthetic~

using the words “oriental” and “exotic” to describe asian people, particular asian women

ignoring the experiences and stories of south, southeast, and central asians

making sweeping assumptions about asian countries (including their political, historical and cultural landscape)

treating the entire asian community as a monolith and ignoring the fact that the experiences of asian nationals are remarkably different from the asian diaspora/migrant community

co-opting asian aesthetics into creative media without acknowledging their history

Brainstorming my new fic based on this mans right here. Someone talk to me while I write 🥺👉🏻👈🏻