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Meeting Kim Taehyung was a thing to remember.
Jin was quite surprised when a young man quite literally floated up to them while they were on their way home, toes barely touching the ground, arms loosely stretched at his sides, eyes rolled back in their sockets and an echoing voice coming out of his unmoving, gaping mouth in a long dead language.
Jin was ready to shriek and run for the hills but the calm of his companions made him reconsider.
Yoongi seems to already know who this person is, the memory of his soul already embedded in Yoongi’s, just like all of theirs were.
Jin looks at his Coven. They all seem to have vague Recollections of this boy, their magic knowing who it is. All he feels is a vague tingling in his finger tips and a heavy want to protect and feed and nurture—Jin isn’t sure if this is his magic talking or just his mothering personality coming to surface, wanting to care for this boy with scratches on his bare feet, whose thin frame is barely covered enough for the weather.
Who ever he is, he better be ready for Jin’s mothering. He’s family now.
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Namjoon didn't notice him at first, being quite engrossed in the new potions book he had just procured (under questionable circumstances). But having spent most of his life with Min Yoongi World-Renowned Shaman (Re-incarnated Who Knows How Many Times, Blessed—cursed, as Yoongi would say—With Complete Recollection), this wasn't the most disturbing or surprising thing that he's ever witnessed. But it's definitely in the Top 10.
The boy seemed quite young, maybe just about finishing up his second decade. He felt familiar to Namjoon. Maybe he's a friend he can't quite remember yet, his Recollection not as clear as Yoongi’s.
Namjoon looks to Yoongi and the wry, amused smile he's directed to the young man is confirmation enough.
A loud echoing voice comes out of the boy's mouth and Namjoon laughs, turning to Yoongi who now has his face buried in his palms.
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Jimin is glad he's found them, finally. Their seven-person coven now coming to completion. The earth and trees hum at his joy.
He's a seer-medium again, as he always is, with his secondary affinity for wind evident in the sharp whips of air circling them.
Jimin wishes he had his feet bare, touching the ground so he could feel him through the earth no matter how fleeting. He wishes to anchor the wind-seer, like he always has.
A voice comes out of his open mouth, and Jimin can see that Yoongi and Namjoon understand—Jimin has no Recollection of this language but it sounds ancient and dead, and he has a sneaking suspicion that this is a message for Yoongi. Perhaps from a long dead past-flame outside of their tight knit group of seven.
(Jimin feels vaguely jealous)
Jimin never remembers things like this, The Specifics like languages, places, and names, but he knows his Family when he sees them and feels them through the earth.
He wants to reach out to him and touch him, finally, the seventh to complete their coven.
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Hoseok doesn't startle or scare easily (this is a lie) but he barely contained his scream when he saw the currently possessed boy float up to them.
Oh he thinks as he looks at him It’s him. Finally.
He feels a blooming warmth in his chest, spreading to his fingers and toes and to the ends of his hair. He feels magic course through his skin, sparking and reaching out to this boy-seer. His magic giving him enough Recollection to recognize who this is, albeit vaguely.
Immediately, he wants to take care of him, add a little more meat to his bones, wrap him up in a blanket (why is this boy wearing a shirt and ripped jeans at this time of year, it’s almost winter!)—Hoseok eyes his bare feet—maybe get him some shoes.
He eyes Jin to see how he’s taking this whole Moment and he seems to be thinking along the same lines as Hoseok, albeit warily.
This boy needs some TLC.
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Jungkook could already feel his shadow reaching out to the floating boy, his magic knowing who he was before Jungkook himself did. He could feel the heat and smoke gathering in his lungs, reaching out, making him sweat.
He stops the reach of his shadow before it touches the stranger— no, not a stranger his blood sings in a vague Recollection; family, warmth, love. Coven.— He doesn’t know what will happen if he touches him (friend, family, coven) with his magic right now.
In the corner of his eye he catches Jimin reaching out but not touching. He should wait this out.
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Bingsu had told him he was coming for a couple of weeks now, always meowing about how they had to prepare a nest for him and feed him a lot. Their Seer has always been her favorite (and maybe Yoongi has always doted on him a little bit more—but he’s always been so spacey! He needs to be cared for!)
Yoongi saw Bingsu building a nest in the corner of their room, dragging his blankets and a couple of fluffy sweaters into a cozy corner, proclaiming that that was where their Seer will sleep. Yoongi may or may not have added a pillow or two to the pile. (But he’s already prepared a place for him in Jimin’s room, the earth magi having always been the best at anchoring their floaty Seer.)
Their Seer made quite an entrance this time, floating on his toes, eyes rolled back, echoing voice in a long dead language coming out of his gaping, unmoving mouth.
Yoongi recognized that voice, it belonged to a past lover from many lifetimes ago, one whom he had to leave for his Coven. She had possessed their Seer to tell him You’re a dick, but I get it, stop bothering me in the afterlife with your apologies, it’s okay.
He let go of the breath he didn’t know he was holding and buried his face is both of his palms. Of course this was how their Seer would present himself. Namjoon is laughing at him, being the only other person in their Coven with enough Recollection to remember that language.
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The visiting soul leaves Taehyung’s consciousness, the wind gently floating him down onto his feet. He stills for a moment, slightly jarred to be alone in his consciousness again.
He’d been wandering for a while, his magic searching for Home , but constantly getting lost and distracted. The soul had been looking for him, promised to take him to where he was supposed to be in exchange for delivering a message. It was one of the more pleasant Possessions he’d been subjected to, although now he seems to be missing his shoes—he never liked shoes anyway.
He steps forward, unsteady on his feet, the cold seeping under his skin and into his bones, but his whole being being pulled into the heady call of Home. His place in the arms of these six people whom his soul and magic already know and call his own.
He stumbles, but there are already arms around his shoulder ready to catch him.
“Hi,” The Seer says, sinking into the warmth of this person’s arms, an earth magi, he thinks, smelling flowers and herbs and earth on his skin “I’m Kim Taehyung.”
He starts to drifts off then, always tired after lending his consciousness for a Possession, but not before he hears a voice that was so intimately familiar but foreign at the same time telling him Hi Kim Taehyung, welcome home.
Taehyung finally falls asleep with his magic mingling with seven others.