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They knew, when they met the one, their magic unable to stay settled, having to express itself one way or another, for their soulmate to see, to know. He had cried, again, pushed him away — and yet, here he was, mated to this witch, betraying his grandmother’s trust, because of how deep in love he had fallen.
Dumb, dumb Taehyung.
[A continuation of 'may i lean my body on you', in which Taehyung tries to forget how everyone warned him Jungkook would change, after their bond settled, because how could he love him any other way? Unless he never did? ]
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- Part 2 of spells and gems
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Namjoon is Seoul's soul. Always has been. A soulless Seoul is a lot to take care of. His lover’s got big shoulders, though, and Seoul's worries seem to weigh slightly less on Jin's back than on Namjoon's mind. It might be because Jin takes care of Namjoon's mind, body and soul like no one else does, so full of love and little worries and so much patience, these days where Namjoon feels grey and roams, soulless, leaving it all for Jin to bear, that Seoul still stands tall and bright, nurtured by his lover's touch.
(or Namjoon is Seoul's soul, Jin is his Moon, and it's the only equilibrium he needs.)
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When he found himself, nose to Taehyung's slammed door, all of his unbrazen confidence shrivelled down, Jungkook could only but blame himself, really. After all, it's not like no one had warned the man.
Kim Taehyung never, ever, made a contract with a witch.
[or, Witch Jeon Jungkook needs Fae Kim Taehyung and thought asking Jimin for advice was a good idea. It wasn't.]
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- Part 1 of spells and gems
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In that exact moment, Min Yoongi knew he was lost to mankind. Knew he’d go back to his studio a changed man. Knew he could never look in his friends’ eyes ever again for fear that his blush would reveal all of what his mushy brain felt during these silly seconds of his life. He knew, immediately, how fucked he was. He knew, because this stupidly striking man, self-identified as a sugar addict, his own fan, had the most beautiful, silly, absurdly ethereal giggle in the world. A fucking giggle, would angry whisper Yoongi, hours later, head deep in his umpteenth glass of soju. A giggle, rising high and loud from the chest of the bubblegum fairy, shaking up his whole world.
[or Yoongi meets Jimin, pink haired beauty at the record-coffee shop down the road, and he knows he'll never be able to forget him.]
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- Play it, he says, his voice low and raspy. Play it again.
So Yoongi presses play, and he stares.
Jimin's a piece of art, and he wants him whole.
*Yoongi only wanted to drink the night away. Jimin just wanted to finish his shift in peace. Yet, soon all they want is for the night to never end.
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