#a blond and Brunet in exchange for a blond and brunet lmao

[cookietastic]

Had an art trade with @dashing-through-ecto 💚

They wanted some Dash and Danny 🍟🍔

#danny phantom #dash baxter #danny fenton #a blond and Brunet in exchange for a blond and brunet lmao #art trade #I HOPE YOU LIKE IT 🥺❤️ #Phanart

[brdshwed]

@a1truist asked: ❛ see? i’m not just a pretty face. ❜ from hangman. arrogance is not a good look jake lmao.

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 | accepting!

today was supposed to be quick and simple, a quick rush out into the heat of the afternoon and returning back home to enjoy the crisp air blowing from the AC. taking the bronco out to run a few errands, only for the truck to completely break down in the middle of the parking lot of the store wasn't his idea of 'quick and simple'. bradley tried to troubleshoot the issue himself, but the old thing just wouldn't start up, not even when he begged.

bradley was left with two options: call a tow truck and have to fork out some money, or. . .call hangman and ask for his help. if it wasn't almost 90 degrees outside, he really would've considered waiting the hour or two for the truck to get there, but he eventually sucked up his pride and begrudgingly called the other aviator. he was surprised that he had even picked up in the first place and even more when the other told bradley to stay inside his truck, text him his location, and wait for him when he gets there. he was anticipating some sort of ill-made jab or for the blond to demand for some sort of payment in return for helping him out, not this. it was. . .odd.

eventually the call ended and he waited in his truck for almost forty minutes as he said he would and sure enough, now parking right on the side of his broken down vehicle had been hangman and his own truck. brief greeting exchanged between the two of them once they both exited their respective rides, with bradley explaining the issues he had and he quietly observed as hangman retrieved a few tools and popped open the hood of the bronco. somehow, somehow. . .the texan had managed to get his baby rumbling back to life after ten minutes. it left the brunet absolutely baffled, sweat clinging to his skin from the heat, he comes up beside the other aviator to take a proper look.

"see? i'm not just a pretty face," the remark comes easily to the blond, drawn out accompanied by a triumphant smile quirked onto lips, showing off frustratingly perfect dimples carved into sides of face.

mouth opens and shuts. whatever rooster had even wanted to remotely say to hangman died in his throat the moment the words, bleeding with arrogance, left him. he just stares, brown eyes gliding over smug features, taking him in, resisting the insult that sits on the tip of his tongue. had it been said any other time, rooster would've played right into hangman's hands, let the interaction become soured between them, but he doesn't. maybe it's the heat, he finds himself deciding. he's not as frustrated with hangman as he typically would be. exasperated? of course, but frustrated? no. he was more grateful that he had come at all.

"no, i guess you're not." rooster finally says, allowing eyes to linger on his mouth for a moment more, before shifting back up to look in green gaze. he clicks his tongue and raises a brow, there's the tiniest hint of a smile on his face. "smart enough to know what he's doing, who would've thought?" his arms fold across his chest. there's a moment of hesitation before he continues, more genuine this time. "thanks for coming out here. you didn't have to but i appreciate it. started to think for awhile that i'd never be able to get her startin' up again. sure as hell don't wanna stay out here for another two hours waiting for a tow truck," he squints disdainfully at the sky. "i. . .i owe ya one. thanks."

#.⋆｡⋆˚✧ — dagger two in position. / answered. #.⋆｡⋆˚✧ — it's not the plane. it's the pilot. / in character. #a1truist

[radioduo]

new friends and new info || dsmp become human

word count: ~1,070

notes: howdy :] sorry for how fuckin late this was, i scrapped half of my plans for this chapter because i just couldn’t get them to work, so it’s shorter than i’m used to lmao. hopefully it’s alright! i didn’t proofread it too much so tell me to fix whatever i need to :D enjoy!

first // prev // next

taglist: @spider-shoes @pindl3

4:02am, November 12th

Ranboo laid on his back on the floor of the motel, staring blankly at the ceiling. He’d heard people talk about how quickly things could change, but he hadn’t known just how right they were until that night. He sat up, stifling a groan, and leaned against the wall of the room to look around. Two beds sat comfortably against the wall, and in them were his two new… friends, he supposed, Wilbur and Techno. Wilbur had told Ranboo that the three of them would talk more in the morning when he and Techno weren't half-asleep. Ranboo rubbed his hands together, bothered. He was anxious to be out of the motel as soon as possible. Ranboo didn’t like sitting around, especially since he knew he was considered a criminal now.

The android peered up at the bland-looking clock above the beds, listening to its gentle ticking. Only four in the morning, Ranboo frowned, laying back down on the carpet. It’s gonna be a long night.

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Ranboo was absently blowing a strand of “dyed” dirty-blond hair from his eyes when the other two awoke in the morning. The android had taken off his mask and glasses at some point during the night, and he was thankful for the privacy of the room keeping him safe. Ranboo watched as the curly-haired man blinked sleep from his eyes and glanced around the motel room.

“So it wasn’t a dream,” Wilbur yawned. He stretched as he sat up and looked at Ranboo sitting on the floor. “What are you doing down there?” He sounded amused, a look of confusion and entertainment painting his features.

“Uhh…” Ranboo glanced down and patted the carpet beneath him, making a popping noise with his mouth to fill the silence. “It was… comfortable?”

Wilbur grinned at the android, a small huff of laughter escaping his throat. “Okay then,” he said between chuckles. “I take it you’ve been awake all night then?” He threw the linens off himself and stood up. “I mean, machines don’t exactly have to sleep, I assume.”

Ranboo shook his head, tracing circles on the carpet. “Not really. I might have closed my eyes for a bit though,” he admitted.

Wilbur raised his eyebrows and nodded but kept quiet. A silence fell over the duo as the curly-haired man began to freshen himself up, and Ranboo laid back down on the carpet while he waited. At some point, Techno hauled himself out of bed as well, and soon the trio was awake and ready to start talking.

“Tell me what they looked like, show me some photos, do whatever you want,” Ranboo suggested as they all sat on the edges of the beds. “I just wanna make sure I know as much about them as possible before I start investigating or anything.”

“Well, the android was a short-ish brunet kid, blue eyes, a buncha commons stuff like that,” Techno joked as Wilbur pulled out his phone and presumably began scrolling through photos. “His model number was, uhh, TU880, if that means anything to you. I always wondered why dad chose that, of all things, but I guess the old man had his r-” he interrupted himself as he noticed Ranboo’s agitated expression. “Uhh, are you alright?” He asked hesitantly. “You don’t look too good over there.”

Ranboo shook his head, trying to clear the fuzziness from it. TU880, TU880, where have I heard that before? He bit at his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. Think, Ranboo, think! You know this! Why can’t you remember? The deviant wracked his brain, searching for the answer, but no matter what he did, the memory was irretrievable. He let out a shaky breath, clutching the bedsheets as he attempted to ground himself. “I- I’m alright. Just… just a memory, is all.” Or lack thereof. “What else?”

The twins exchanged a worried look, and Ranboo silently begged for them to drop the topic. Fortunately for him, the older brothers seemed to be more concerned about their brother and his android than to a random deviant they’d picked up off the street. Wilbur held out his phone to show Ranboo a photo of who he guessed was TU880 and the younger brother.

The two were smiling, the human boy with curly hair like his big brother, but golden blond rather than chocolate brown. The android had long bangs that fell over his eyes and almost covered his LED. He had a wide grin on his face that made Ranboo’s heart leap as he stared at the picture. He wasn’t sure why, and if he was being honest, he wasn’t sure if he really wanted to know why. Taking a deep breath, Ranboo ran a scan on the photo.

Thomas Craft

Also called Tommy

Age: 17

Height: 6’1”

Tommy… Ranboo nodded, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He wasn't sure if he would remember that when needed, but he didn't voice his concerns aloud.

TU880

Name: Tubbo

Serial#: 129 111 616

Created and Registered by: Phil Z. Craft

“Tommy and Tubbo, huh?” Ranboo asked, sitting back on the bed. “They seem like they’re close friends,” he noted, perhaps a little sadly.

Wilbur smiled fondly. “Oh yeah, they’re best friends,” he murmured. “It’d take a war to separate them, they’re so clingy.” His tone was teasing, and Techno and Ranboo both smiled at Wilbur. “I know they haven’t been gone long - it’s not even been a day yet, actually - but… I guess I miss them.” Wilbur tossed the phone aside. “Whatever you have to do, Ranboo, I want you to do it. We promised our dad we'd find them safely, and we can't let him down.”

Ranboo nodded solemnly at Wilbur but stayed silent. He pondered over his options in his head quietly.

X Ask for more information

O Leave motel and ask others

☐ Memory loss [UNLOCKED]

Δ [...]

Ranboo wrung his hands together, fidgeting. The two probably passed through here overnight, he guessed. Maybe someone in the area knew the duo’s whereabouts.

O Leave motel and ask others

“There’s a good chance they stayed here somewhere,” Ranboo muttered, half to himself. “It might not hurt to talk to some people around here, right? Someone had to have seen them at one point or another.”

“We could give it a shot,” Techno nodded, pushing a strand of hair from his eyes. “What d’you think, Wilbur? It can’t hurt, I guess.”

Wilbur stood up, and Techno and Ranboo quickly followed suit. “Why not? Let’s go.”

#short chapter! sorry about that #writing has been hard recently for whatever reason :( but it’s here now! #ranboo #wilbur soot #technoblade #dream smp #dsmp #dream smp au #dsmp become human #my writing

[tsunderedoctor]

This is my last birthday post I promise-!! This idea came from Ace (@missallsundaes) and I talking about their and Cora’s wedding, and how Law would be the ring bearer and I would be their flower girl.

Also, I am so sorry it is so late, between the move and not having internet, I don’t have time to find my own head lmao-

This was just for fun, I promise I will get back on the asks now-!

Wedding Below~!

Staring in the mirror, they gave one last look at themselves, making sure the dress and look was perfect for the man they were about to marry. Hearing the door open, the pink haired individual turned to see the young girl they had babysat through their life. Not having any siblings or younger family members, the twelve year old was the closest person they had to be their flower girl. 

“You look so pretty, Ace! I want to get married!” Giggling at the hyper girl’s words, Ace watched as she touched the skirt of the dress. Ruffling the blonde hair, Ace smiled down at her. “You’ll get married one day soon, don’t rush it.”

Heading out with the blonde as she fixed her hair, Ace looked out the door, seeing friends sitting and talking. Feeling a rush of anxiety, they sighed, afraid they would mess up. Purple looked up at her sibling figure, not understanding their reasons for looking so worried. “it will be okay Ace! Cora loves you, that’s all that matters.”

Looking down at the blonde, Ace smiled and nodded. ‘Yeah you’re right, hey have you met Law yet? He’s going to walk with you today, you two should go meet.” 

Looking interested in Ace’s words, Purple ran off to find the boy named Law, hoping they can be friends. As she ran off, Ace went to close the door, but was stopped by a thud. Looking over, they saw their soon to be husband, face down on the floor. “Rosi?”

“I’m fine-”

“Let me help you.”

“NO! I can’t see you until the wedding! I don’t want us to be cursed to have a bad marriage, Ace.” 

Laughing at his words, they sighed, watching him stand up, his eyes closed so he couldn’t risk seeing them in their wedding dress. Walking up to him, Ace leaned up and kissed the blond, hearing a gasp from not expecting it. “I’ll go inside now, and make sure to walk with your eyes open.”

Once the door shut, they heard him take off to the main hall. It felt a bit better seeing their soon to be husband and all of his dorky quirks. After a bit of waiting, Ace could hear the music playing, checking their look one last time, they grabbed the bouquet of flowers and headed out to walk down the aisle. Seeing Purple now pestering the older boy, demanding him to take his hat off, while he swatted her away, telling her to mind her own business. Sighing, Ace split the two up, telling the young girl it was fine if he wore his hat and to be nice.

The blonde apologized, while the brunet only nodded, a silence filling the air. Laughing nervously, Ace tried to help the tension. “You two have important jobs, why don’t you work together?” 

Perking up, Purple nodded and smiled, grabbing Law’s hand. “We can do that! Right, Law?”

The older child only nodded, using his free hand to cover his face with his hat, a tinge of pink already forming. Laughing, Ace nodded and ushered the two to grab their things and walk. Once they headed out, Purple still demanding to hold the brunet’s hand. Ace smiled and took a deep breathe, before walking down the aisle. Smiling once they saw the blond, Rosinante’s own face held that of love and wonder. 

Once they were standing next to each other, holding hands and trying not to cry, did it finally feel real to Ace, this was it, they were getting married to the love of their life. Exchanging their hand written vows, whispering soft words full of love to one another as the priest spoke, the rest of the world ceased to exist around them. 

“You may now kiss your bride.” Hearing those words made their heart swell, quickly pulling the klutzy blond to them, their lips met, his large hands held their face softly. Hearing clapping surround them, they finally broke away, laughing and facing the crowd of friends. As the ceremony ended, and everyone made their way to the reception hall. The two walked to the dance floor, hand in hand, getting to have their first dance as a married couple. The blond did his best to stay on beat with the music, though Ace could tell his two left feet would be the death of him. Smiling, they looked up at their husband. “You’re doing great, Rosi.”

Hearing their words of encouragement, the blond only blushed more and nodded, feeling a bit wobbly from the attention he received. Once they finished, the rest of the party went to dance. Rosinante made his way over to Law and the blonde headed girl who was trying to drag him to the dance floor. Laughing, he looked down at Law. “Go have fun, it’s important you enjoy it too.”

The brunet furrowed his brows at his father figure, he didn’t want to have fun or dance or anything, but seeing Cora-san smile and laugh, he supposed he would try it once, plus maybe it would shut the girl up. As the two made their way to the dance floor, Rosinante was greeted with a glass of wine, brought to him by his new wife. Smiling, he took the drink, watching their friends and loved ones dance and have a good time. 

Finally it was time to cut the cake, both agreeing not to smear the other with cake, they had cut it together. Licking the frosting off their finger, Ace smiled at the blond and wiped some frosting on his nose. Soon the other party members came for their fill of the sweet pastry. As the two stepped aside to have alone time outside, Ace wrapped their hands around their husband’s waist, smiling up at him. Kissing their head, the blond couldn’t help but smile right back, feeling alive and loved for once in his life since his childhood. Today was the first day of his happy life and he couldn’t wait to wake up every day feeling like this. 

Tagging: @missallsundaes / @sanjissunflower @chloe-nanami​ @cyborg-franky​

#tsunderedoctor #not ask #fun with friends #donquixote corazon #donquixote rosinante #cora-san #cora san #Cora-san x Ace #trafalgar d. water law #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law #Law x Purple

[jui-imouto-chan]

Birthday fic for @anxiety-incarnated !

This is a crossover between Mob Psycho 100 and Detroit: Become Human, with no pairings, and a return to my weeb-y fanfic phase. ✌🏾☺️ Wish me luck lmao!

••••

It wasn’t difficult to find the criminals. Fleeing to Japan wasn’t entirely intelligent, as they went under their actual, legal passports, and their demeanors raised red flags with the airport security already. Unfortunately, with the influx of people traveling as the holidays approached, they were too busy to give them enough attention.

Connor knew that the Japanese government had already dealt with the deviancy situation long before the US, as their androids were very slightly more advanced and personable, and their people had a higher degree of attachment to their robotic companions and counterparts. As such, it was incredibly easy to get into the country and have the financial support and resources provided to him by the police force.

His search wasn’t particularly long or perilous, and he eventually tracked the thirium dealers to Salt City. The town wasn’t too special, nothing out of the ordinary, but not so normal that it felt suspicious.

Or so he’d thought.

“Sir,” he addressed the blonde man in front of him, whose arm remained outstretched and facial features comically tense, “why are you throwing—“ Connor licked his lips, “—salt at me?”

Behind the man stood both of Connor’s criminals, followed by a small boy with a bowl of black hair and the blankest poker face Connor’d ever seen since his days prior to deviancy.

The man—easily identified as Reigen Arataka—said something unintelligible, then asked the men behind him if Connor was “the spirit that’s been chasing [them],” to Connor’s amusement and mild befuddlement.

How had these men eluded him so long? They contacted a psychic to discredit him, of all things! Hank would likely be laughing at him mockingly if he were here, so, despite Connor’s chagrin, there was a silver lining.

“Sorry to disappoint, sir, but I am not a spirit of any sort. I’m an android sent by the Detroit Police Department in the United States to capture the drug dealers Kyo Tsuzuki and Haru Tomoeda—your clients.” Connor clarified, watching Reigen process the information. The blonde man’s eyes flicked back to the black-haired boy, who nodded very slightly, and the man quickly grabbed at the two criminals, hauling them in front of himself.

Connor seized their wrists and handcuffed them without a moment’s hesitation, smiling at Reigen in thanks.

With a blink of his LED, the police arrived at the scene in less than ten minutes, collecting the criminals and telling Connor about his accommodations before his flight back to the US.

Eventually, he, Reigen, and the boy stood alone on the road.

“So, America, huh? You’re an android, aren’t you?—It must be nice to finally get some respect.”

The brunet smiled thinly, thinking back on how everything went for a moment. His heart ached for those they’d lost, both at his hands and the soldiers’. “I suppose.”

Glancing away from Reigen, Connor suddenly noticed the kid—Shigeo Kageyama—staring at him rather intently.

“Shishou,” he said, bringing an arm up to point near Connor’s head, “There’s a spirit there.”

Reigen looked to him unwaveringly. “There? Is it evil, Mob?”

Shigeo took a moment to think about it, but ultimately shook his head. “It’s... kind, gentle. Lost. ...It’s a child.”

Connor bit his inner lip. The only potential spirit of a child that he could think of was...

—Who was he kidding? Perceived “spirits” were often the product of human ideation of post-mortem existence combined with overactive imagination and, more frequently, desire to monetize paranoia.

Connor shrugged it off, sure that these two would con him into buying something to “ward it off”.

Reigen pursed his lips. By the raise in his stress levels, Connor could tell that the words deeply saddened him. Shigeo, too, held a look and indication of sorrow.

“Do you know what it wants?” Connor inquired, only to humor them. Perhaps if he’d get that sadness out of them, he’d feel more at ease and could leave.

Shigeo glanced to the air at his side. His eyes followed an invisible trail across the air until it reached exactly where he’d been fixating previously. Finally, he responded, “It wants to possess you. Only for a moment.”

The unease in Connor stirred once more, but he ignored it, ready to play up his ‘possession’ to entertain the middle schooler. “Tell it to do as it wishes.”

Shigeo relayed that to the air, and Connor readied his joints for over-exaggerated shimmying and jittering, only to feel a wash of ice in his artificial veins, shudders locking up his body.

He could feel something jostling around his programs, messing with his electric pulses for a moment and making him spasm for only a second. Curiousity resonated in his mind as whatever it was—the spirit?—wandered about his code and prodded at his systems.

And then, with a fizzle of noise across his vision, Connor could vaguely register the feeling of another something inhabiting his body.

“Are you okay?” Shigeo didn’t seem extremely concerned, seemingly just seeking assurance from Connor about whether or not he was right about the spirit. Connor hesitated on his answer.

It was at that moment that Connor noticed the ugly green object hovering near him.

“Wh-What the hell is that montrosity?”

The object turned its oddly-formed body around to show a face, which was contorted into a sleezy smirk. “Hey, Reigen’s not that bad.” It chuckled.

“Dimple, that’s mean.”

Connor blinked, CPU stalling. “No, I was talking about you. Rei—Arataka...-san is fine; he’s even objectively attractive.”

The blonde grinned at the blob in condescension, though Connor was still quite uncomprehending of anything at that moment, so he didn’t even really notice.

Shigeo pointed at the pear-orb-ghost thing. “That’s Dimple, don’t mind him. He’s not nice to anyone, really, so don’t take anything he says personally.”

“Oi!”

Connor nodded mechanically, tuning out the bickering that broke out between the three others around him.

Though he was trying to rein himself in, the little spirit possessing him fluttered around his mind palace, causing his tensions to rise further. His stress was significantly high, to his ire.

The spirit likely found his memory banks, sifting through them, until an image of Hank came into his HUD. Connor felt a longing pulling on him, and he shook his head, not wanting to believe his initial suspicions about the supernatural entity could be true.

‘Dad....’

Connor’s LED was a searing red. Upon catching sight of it, the other three exchanged looks.

Reigen procured a business card from the inner pocket of his suit, passing it to Connor carefully. “If you need help with that spirit, give me a call.”

Connor nodded slowly.

More importantly, however, he’d need a call with Hank. How he’d explain, he’d no clue, but he needed to—or maybe that was the ghost talking, who knew?

Regardless, as Connor watched the three walk away, he couldn’t help but wonder what kind of town he’d gotten himself into.

••••

It feels bad >^<, I wanted to write it well but it doesn’t feel like it’s good enough, and I even took so long to write it that the day is over 😭😭

[shipstexts]

I’m a witch, you ass: part 2

Summary: All Jimin wanted was pass his final exams, but he ended up finding so much more

Pairing: yoonmin, side namjin and side taekook

Total wordcount: 17k ish

TW: none

Nota: I wanted to write a short story but my fingers slip and oops lmao. Anyways, i made a Pinterest collection of the environment in general, the characters and stuff, if you wanna check it out https://pin.it/zrbpvrupmi5u4y

part 1 / final

Wattpad  AO3   Versión en español (parte 1 / parte 2 / final)

Masterlist

Please let me know if any of the links doesn’t work!

Exam week was over. And Jimin's results have been more than satisfactory. He was happy, over the clouds, flying through the skies. He had to thank his hyung as soon as he saw him for having told him about that shop and opening the doors to a world he didn’t even know.

He was excited, ecstatic, overflowing with energy. Even Jungkook and Taehyung were worried about his condition.

“Are you high, hyung?” The youngest asked one afternoon where they were sitting under a tree and the blond was humming a happy song, enjoying the summer breeze. "It's too early for a pot brownie”

“I'm better than ever, Kookie! I'm not high, really. Exams are over, summer is here, we have a year of university left, I'm with my best friends... What else could I ask for?”

A witch with pink hair by his side, perhaps? Giving his life a little magic?

The boys exchanged glances, surprised by the sudden optimism of their friend, when a big smile occupied their fields of vision.

“Jimin? Are you okay?”

“Hobi-hyung! You're here!"Jimin got up to hug the black haired boy, who barely had time to react before falling with the blond on top of him.

“What's the matter with you today? Are you high, Chim?”

"He's been like this all day, hyung," Taehyung answered for him, while Jimin laughed hysterically and circled the tree, jumping like a happy child. He gave him a worried look, almost waiting for Hoseok to read his thoughts. He didn’t, but he seemed to grasp the message.

Hoseok was silent for a moment, thinking. Something wasn’t right, could it be...?

“Jimin” he called “Why don’t you come with me for an ice cream?”

The aforementioned’s face immediately lit up.

“Ice cream! You’re the best, hyung!”

Hoseok told Jungkook and Taehyung that he would take care of his friend. They trusted him, so they had no problem letting them go.

"We could have that little date you promised me a long time ago, Kook," Taehyung said when they were alone, giving him a mischievous smile, showing his teeth. Jungkook tried to hide his red cheeks while agreeing to his boyfriend's request.

Hoseok made sure that Jimin didn’t deviate from the road while they were heading to downtown Seoul, where people who surely could help him lived.

“But look, what a beautiful day, hyung! We could go flying for a while before butterflies take over the sky!”

The older one rolled his eyes.

“Of course, Chim, but first we go for that ice cream, mkay?”

“Magnolia ice cream, please!”

They continued walking until they arrived. Hoseok opened the fence and crossed the aisle of moving floors until he reached the door. He opened it quickly, meeting the Russian blue cat sleeping on the couch and Namjoon near the cauldron, doing whatever potion he was doing. Judging from the scent that came to his nostrils and the bluish color of the substance, it was a potion for insomnia. That potion was sold as freshly baked bread.

"It needs cinnamon, Nam," said Hoseok as he entered. The brunet looked up and smiled warmly.

"Welcome back, hyung," he greeted, looking for the cinnamon jar to add a pinch of the powder. The atmosphere became calmer, almost loose, indicating that the potion was at its perfect point.

"Is Yoongi-hyung here?" He went straight to the point. "We have a problem”

Behind him, Jimin had pushed the cat aside and was now lying back in the chair, fast asleep. The cat, transforming into his human form, approached them.

"Stupid mortal, who does he think he is?”

“Don't blame him, hyung. I think he drank more than he should have”

The two present immediately understood that he wasn’t referring precisely to alcoholic beverages.

"He's in the back garden," said Jin.

“Excellent. Could you take care of him while I go get him? "He didn’t wait for an answer as he ran out the back door.

"What if we prank him?" Namjoon suggested, making his dimples appear suddenly.

Jin rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

“You won’t do the mustache thing again”

In the back garden, Hoseok found one of the scenes that he liked to see the most: Yoongi, wrapped in his gardening clothes, speaking happily to his plants while he changed the dirt. Yoongi used to be cold, sarcastic, even grumpy, but when it came to plants, he could become a little child.

"Very well, lion, welcome to your newly clean home again," he said as he placed a Venus flytrap in a hole made of fresh dirt. The plant began to open its jaws, content with the change of environment “You’ve behaved very well. Here, you deserve a fly” and with this, he took a dead fly from a bucket and placed it between the teeth of the plant. It wasn’t more than ten seconds before the flycatcher began digesting it.

"Uncle Hope!" His favorite child in the world came running to meet him. Hoseok lifted her up in the air, glad to see her non-niece.

“Yujin, little dove! Nice to see you!”

“Uncle Hope, your aura is between gray and pink. Is there something that worries you or you're happy about something? Or both?” The girl tilted her head, confused. She was learning very well to read auras, but she still found it hard to decipher the strongest feelings in the person's mood.

“I'm happy to see you, little dove. But I need to talk to your daddy”

“Oh, sure. He’s there, taking care of the carnivores”

Hoseok left Yujin on the ground again and approached Yoongi.

“Give me a second, Hope, just let me finish with this one little one”

“You have a cephalotus! How come I didn’t know?” the boy bent down to admire the plant better, since he had never seen one of those in real life. It was so small but so deadly. It fascinated him.

“I just got it in a bacillo game, at the local bar”

“I didn’t know you knew how to play?”

"I've been learning." He shrugged, finishing placing the dirt around the cephalotus. It moved, adapting to its new home.

“It's so beautiful” said the raven. Yoongi could almost see the hearts in his eyes.

“You can come visit her whenever you want, you know”

"Really?" Hoseok was so happy that his wings threatened to slam, but he was in time to control them, hugging Yoongi tightly. "Thanks, hyung! I will come this very night! But before... We have a problem...”

“We? It sounds like a plural to me...” he let go of the boy's grip and looked at him with a frown.

Hoseok gave him an apologetic look before heading inside the shop, where Namjoon was in charge of bottling the potion, rationing it in jars of different sizes and labeling them, while Jin was sitting reading a book and eating cookies.

But what caught the attention of the witch was what was lying on the sofa with his head in the lap of the shifter. The same mortal who had come a week before, asking for a potion to pass his exams.

“You have thirty seconds to explain” he sentenced.

“I'm not sure what happened, but I swear it wasn’t my fault” the fairy quickly explained, no longer bothering to hide his wings and starting to flutter in front of Yoongi, now in his normal size, about two inches tall “I have the theory that he drank more than a sip from the potion you gave him”

With this, Yoongi rushed towards the mortal, removing the gloves from his hands. Jin got up without haste, placing a cushion under the blond's head, and approaching Namjoon while the fairy and the elder sorcerer took care of Jimin. Yoongi seemed exasperated, angry even.

“Only rule I have, first rule they break. That's why I hate muggles!”

“So you atched Harry Potter” Hoseok was amused with the scene, although he was still worried about his friend.

"Please, don’t be ridiculous." The witch rolled his eyes, trying to evade the subject, but couldn’t help adding: “I read the books first”

Hoseok just laughed and paid attention to the blond, who was still asleep and didn’t seem to wake up soon.

“Will he be okay, hyung?”

Yoongi ran his hands over Jimin's chest, without touching him, and closed his eyes, concentrated. He ventured to feel the blond's forehead, realising that his body temperature was higher than normal.

“He has a fever and he’s trembling a little. His heart rate is also high. I need...” he got up to go out into the back garden and returned with a mortar in his hands, crushing some extravagant ingredient. Then, he needed the help of the fairy “I need you to wake him up. But don’t let him see you like this for the moment, okay? We don’t want him to have another collapse”

Hoseok nodded and went to Jimin's ear, whispering something that Yoongi couldn’t understand. The boy woke up abruptly and the fairy went to hide under the cushion.

“What's going on? Where’ss my ice cream?”

“Sh, sh. Everything’s fine, okay? I have your ice cream right here” Yoongi took a wooden spoon full of ground orchid leaves and held it to his mouth “Look, try it. It's delicious”

Jimin, still wrapped in his sudden ecstasy, stuffed the full morsel into his mouth, swallowing with difficulty when the bitterness hit his taste buds. The grimace on his face was worthy of a portrait.

“That isn’t a good ice cream, sir. It's not even cold!”

"Sleep." The witch touched his forehead with his forefinger and thus Jimin fell asleep again, snoring occasionally.

Hoseok came out from under the pillow to sit on the right shoulder of the pink-haired one.

“I sincerely hope you didn’t poison him”

Yoongi got up, washed the mortar and put it back in its place.

“I didn’t. Orchids are ideal to counteract minor ecstasies. It should not take long to wake him up”

“Thank you very much for your help, hyung”

“I specifically told him not to take more than one sip”

“It depends on how big a sip is for him” the shapeshifter intervened from the other side of the room.

“How big can it be? As much as your ego?”

“Respect your elders, Yoongi”

“Says the one who lives under my roof”

“Guys, don’t fight” this was Namjoon who spoke, “The mortal could wake up at any moment, and he will have questions”

“Hope? Can you go back to your human form?” The older wizard asked. Hoseok shook his small head.

“I already used today’s spell”

“All right. You have two options” Yoongi took a seat heavily on the sofa opposite to where Jimin was “Either you tell him the truth, or you go and hide in your little house”

The fairy sighed.

“I suppose I'll tell him the truth. After all, he already knows your shop and Jin-hyung”

“Please, everyone’s speechless when they meet me”

Nobody answered.

After a few minutes in silence, where the only noise was the air currents from the window and the door open, Yujin entered through the back door, holding a seed in her gloved hands and with a big smile on her face.

“Look, dad! The mandrakes already gave seeds!”

Maybe it was her enthusiasm, or just the volume of her voice that woke Jimin. Startled, he sat up and blinked several times, rubbing his head heavily. His hair was messy, making him look… cute, Yoongi thought.

“The mortal’s here!” Exclaimed little Yujin, keeping the mandrake seed in the front pocket of her overall.

“What happened?”

"You disobeyed my rules; that happened." The witch rose from his place, crossing his arms.

Yujin approached him, sitting next to him as she did the first time he was in the shop.

"When daddy says don’t do something, it's always better to listen to him," she said, tilting her head and looking into his eyes. "Bad things happen when you don’t listen to daddy”

Jimin didn’t know whether to take it as a childish comment, a warning or a threat. He concluded that it could be the three things if he really thought about it.

He took a few seconds to observe the place where he was until he recognized it. From the girl, to the strangely attractive shapeshifter, to the witch with purple hair and more important... the grumpy witch with pink hair who had attended him a week ago. What he didn’t recognize, was the small fluorescent figure on his shoulder, moving as if it were... a mini human?

He didn’t immediately give importance to it, he concluded that it would be some magical creature and that perhaps it was none of his business.

“I don’t remember much”

"I'll give you a summary, little flower," Yoongi said, with a deeper voice than usual. "I told you to have a sip before each test, and you didn’t. You took more than a sip and that could cost you your life. If Hoseok hadn’t brought you on time, you probably would already have fainted in some alley, surrounded by dark fairies”

"Dark fairies?”

“They take advantage of the weakness of mortals. The point is... You must be very careful with magic, kid. That's why we hide from you”

“Wait a minute, you said Hoseok? Hobi-hyung brought me? Where is he?”

The phosphorescent figure jumped from the witch's shoulder and began to flutter until it came out the back door. Yoongi immediately understood the message.

“He had an emergency, he had to fly out”

Namjoon and Seokjin laughed in the background, still doing what they were doing.

“But don’t worry, don’t bite“ he continued “Yujin, little booger, why don’t you bring one of your famous teas to our guest?”

The girl smiled widely and jumped off the couch, standing behind the counter and getting down to work. Jimin watched her take out a miniature cauldron filled with water and put it on what looked like a Bunsen burner, but ancient. She took off her gloves and rolled up her red sleeves. When exposing her arms, the blond could notice the symbols that she had, almost like those of the sorcerer but in smaller quantity. She brought out different herbs and, with great precision, added them to the mixture. Shee almost seemed like… an alchemist. Even if she was just making tea.

“Well” Namjoon started, putting out the fire in the cauldron” I need to go out and buy some things. Jin-hyung, why don’t you come with me?”

“Of course, I need to get out of this place for a while”

“Oh! Can I go?" Interposed the girl." I want to buy a new pendulum”

"What happened to the one you had?" Jin asked. Yujin shrugged.

“It broke in a session”

“You losed the session? We don’t want evil spirits hanging around”

“Of course! That was weeks ago!”

"Bugger, do you need money?" Yoongi asked, ready to give the girl what she needed, but she was already shaking her head as she poured two cups of tea and turned off the burner.

“No, thanks, daddy. I have a little of what I have saved”

“And where did you get the money?”

“The girls in my school love to see magic tricks” her smile was funny and malevolent at the same time. Yoongi looked at her, softened.

“My little leech is growing”

"Ha, she's barely seven years old and she’s already more successful than you." Jin turned to Namjoon before turning into a cat and walking between his legs.

The girl left the two cups of tea on the coffee table and addressed her father.

"Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do," Yoongi told her, hugging her.

“And you try not to burn the shop while I'm not here, okay?”

She could have been seven years old, but Jimin thought that this girl has lived longer than he has.

When the door closed behind them, Yoongi took the cup and brought it to his lips, crossing his legs.

"Should I worry?" Jimin asked, already worried. Yujin had referred to a session... a spirits session? With real spirits?

“You shouldn’t”

“Okay”

Yoongi sighed.

“Drink, you'll feel better”

Jimin obeyed. As soon as he took the first sip, his body felt immediately lighter and the tension he seemed to be carrying lessened. He sighed, enjoying the sensation and closed his eyes for a few seconds.

“Oh God. It's the best tea I've ever had”

“Yujin has extraordinary cooking skills. She is the reason why I haven’t starved to death in the last seven years”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“You can’t”

“Okay.

They drank in silence. Yoongi finished his tea before Jimin and got up.

“Well, that would be it. I'm glad you feel better and there's nothing else I can do for you. As soon as you exit through that door, please don’t come back unless it’s a matter of life and death. And for the love of the gods, don’t reveal the existence of this shop to any of your mortal friends, okay? I'll know if you do, and the consequences won’t be nice for you. Have a nice day”

And with that, he walked to the back door, but as soon as he opened it, the small phosphorescent figure from before quickly got in, perching on the table in front of Jimin.

"Oh, no," Yoongi whispered through his teeth.

“Jimin! I'm really sorry! I should never have told you about the shop, nor should I have lied to you, but you needed help and you were desperate, and I wanted to tell you the truth for a long time, but I didn’t know how to do it and now I put you in danger, and...”

“Hoseok! Take it easy! You’re gonna scare him”

Jimin was confused. He listened to his friend's voice, but he didn’t know exactly where it came from.

“Down here, Chim!”

The blond looked at the coffee table to meet a two-inch human, shining and waving at him with one hand.

“An insect! A damn insect!” He jumped up from the sofa to hide behind it and just peeked his eyes out.

“Come on, Jimin. It's me,” the little man said, flying carefully to him and stopping on the back of the sofa, near his hands. "I'm your hope, I'm your angel, I'm J-Hope”

"More like a damn fairy," Yoongi laughed from his position. Hoseok shot him a murderous look.

“Hobi-hyung?” Jimin came out of his hiding place cautiously, taking his time to admire the size of his hyung, his wings, even his clothes. Being a fairy, the boy would think that his clothes would consist of green suits with shoes and a pointed hat, perhaps covered with leaves and twigs, but no. He was dressed exactly the same as the last time he had seen him.

“Your clothes shrink when you do?”

Nobody spoke for a few seconds. Hoseok was waiting for any other questions, except that one.

“They do”

“My friend is a fairy... My hyung is a fairy...” He didn’t know if it surprised him, scared him, or intrigued him. Maybe the three things.

“I'm a fairy”

"Are you one of the dark fairies Yoongi-ssi mentioned?" He asked, almost afraid.

“What? I'm not..." He looked at the witch angrily, who just shrugged and pursed his lips. "I'm not a dark fairy. I feel so attacked right now”

“I'm sorry, it's just that...” he walked around the sofa again, taking a seat where he was a few minutes ago “Everything is a bit confusing. A week ago I didn’t know magic existed, and now I find out one of my best friends is a fairy, and is friends with witches and shapeshifters.

“Only witches and shapeshifters, definitely.”

“And obviously there are many other things I don’t know”

"I know it's a lot to process, Chim” the fairy sat down softly on his friend’s shoulder trying to comfort him. “And you can take all the time you need”

“Just take it outside my shop...” the sorcerer intervened, leaning against the frame of the back door and crossing his arms.

"Hyung!" Hoseok scolded. "Jimin can take the time he needs, and he can come whenever he wants”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Well, but there you must follow three simple rules”

“I’m listening”

“One: you have to be here when he is. I won’t take care of any emotional trauma if the kid goes unsupervised and I won’t start being responsible now.”

“Done. What is the second rule?”

“He won’t touch anything. We don’t want him to cause disasters I’ll have to fix later”

“Perfect. And the last one?”

“He won’t speak to me. I've done enough for this mortal”

“Well, maybe that's a bit rude...” the fairy started, but seeing the witch's hard look, he accepted “Okay. Do you understand, Jimin?”

The aforementioned nodded, trying to hide his smile. It’s true that Yoongi was grumpy and rude, but there was something odd with him, Jimin noticed. As if he tried too hard to look rude.

“All right. If you follow those three rules, you’re welcome in my shop whenever you want. It’s open twenty-four hours a day”

"As long as I'm here," commented Hoseok.

“You’re getting it”

And with this, the witch went towards the garden.

“Don't let him intimidate you. He is a grumpy old man who hasn’t had sex for at least fifty years.

The blond almost choked on the tea.

“How old is he? How old are you, Hobi?”

“You don’t want to know his age. And I’m much older than you, kid, so don’t drop the titles”

“I'm sorry, hyung”

After finishing his tea, Jimin looked at the clock on his cell phone, startled by the time and number of messages he had.

“Oh no. I'm late for an interview. Kookie and Tae are looking for me. I have to go!”

Hoseok took off from his shoulder, floating close to his head.

“Oh, yeah, you're looking for a summer job. What will you try now?”

“The coffee in front of the campus.

“Good luck, Chim! Come back soon!” He shouted when the boy was already out the door.

“Thank you! Will do!”

And the door closed with a thud.

  Jimin visited the shop almost every day. It was customary to follow Hoseok after his dance classes, in the afternoons. Almost two weeks had passed since the incident, and Jimin had never been livelier in his life. A whole new world is opened before his eyes, within reach of his hands and more excited he couldn’t be. Even Jungkook and Taehyung noticed his mood change in recent days. He couldn’t explain, of course, being that he had made a promise, but he wasn’t going to tell anyone.

It was a Friday when his friend/fairy brought out a topic of conversation that he was avoiding.

"How's the job search going?" He asked, as they opened the fence and crossed the garden toward the front door of the shop.

“Ugh, don’t ask me. I’ve applied in all the cafés in the city and none of them has accepted me. It's as if they weren’t even trying, can you believe it, hyung?”

Upon opening the door, Hoseok discarded the glamor that kept his human face to return to his original size and flutter near his friend’s head.

“Cafés? Chim, are you even trying?”

“Of course I'm trying! I want a job in a café and thus meet my soul mate, is that too much to ask?”

“This isn’t a love story, Chim. You need the money if you want to pay for your last year of college and your dance classes,” he said, emphasizing the and.

“You're right, but where else do you look for a job?”

“Maybe Yoongi can help you with that.”

Jimin dropped on the couch, in his usual seat while Hoseok landed on his shoulder. Seokjin was at the counter, as usual, keeping an eye on the shop with those blue eyes and Namjoon was behind him, sitting on a chair and absorbed in his reading. The book seemed extremely old. The two limited themselves to greeting them with a nod and a smile.

“But Yoongi-ssi said that I musn’t speak to him…”

“Mhm, you're right… Namjoon! Do you have a moment?”

The aforementioned got up, leaving the book aside and approached them.

“What do you need, hyung?”

“Jimin needs a little help”

“If it has to do with knowing your future, I’m all ears”

“Well... Something like that. He needs to get a job, do you think you could make an amulet or something?”

Namjoon shook his head immediately.

“Never. I’m bad with amulets and potions and you know that perfectly, hyung”

“Please, Joon, what's the worst that could happen?”

“If any disaster happens, Yoongi-hyung would kill me, and I fear for my life, thank you very much”

"Is someone threatening you, Nam?" The man was entering the room, with little Yujin behind him.

“Nobody’s threatening me... Yet. Hosoek-hyung wants a favor, so I'll let him tell you.” He smiled innocently and went back to his place to read his book. The cat gave him a funny look, and both paid attention to the conversion that was about to take place.

"How can I help you, Hope?" Yoongi was in a good mood, it seemed, until his eyes fell on a certain mortal in his tent. "Well, maybe it can wait”

He turned to go back the way he had come, but the fairy was faster and hurried to cover his step, floating in front of his face.

“Wait! It's about... Jimin”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, disinterested, and made his characteristic pout, almost pursing his lips.

“C’mon, you helped him once...”

“And how did it end up for him?”

“Aish, but this time won’t happen. You'll do everything I say, right Jimin?” The fairy looked at the blond behind them, who quickly nodded quickly. “Come on, hyung. Do it for me”

“Uncle Hobi looks very distressed, daddy. Maybe you should at least listen to him,” the girl said, next to the sorcerer.

Yoongi sighed, while Hoseok smiled at Yujin in gratitude. In the end he rolled his eyes.

“You have thirty seconds”

“Jimin needs a job, but it seems he hasn’t been looking in the right place. Could you do something for him?”

The wicth raised both eyebrows.

“... Hyung?

Yoongi looked at the mortal. He avoided his gaze, trying to keep his promise not to speak to him. His hair fell on his forehead, his nervous eyes roamed every part of the room that wasn’t him. That day he was wearing a gray long-sleeved shirt with black pants and sneakers. The sleeves of the shirt covered his hands and he played nervous with them. He was slightly sweaty, a result of the dance class he came from.

He sighed one last time, closing his eyes and telling himself that he wouldn’t regret it.

“All right. Give me a few minutes”

He went to the cabinet in front of the counter and took out something that nobody could see. Then, he disappeared through the back door, leaving them alone, wondering what he would do. Seconds later, Yujin followed him.

Hoseok smiled, approaching Jimin, who took a seat again.

“Easy, Yoongi-hyung knows what he does”

Namjoon approached them equally, along with the cat and they both sat on the sofa in front of them.

“He’s right, you know? Yoongi-hyung rarely makes mistakes... Not after...”

The cat jumped on his lap and gave him an accusatory look, warning him not to talk more than he should. Namjoon understood.

“It’s just that Yoongi-hyung has had a difficult past that has shaped his personality over time”

Jimin was content with that, but he couldn’t help but wonder what had to have happened for Yoongi to be that way. He couldn’t help but remember what Yujin had said when he met her.

“Daddy says that mortals are dangerous. That I shouldn’t get too close to them”

Did it have something to do with that?

Meanwhile, Yoongi had gone into the room next to his garden, where he used to make his mixes, some potions, fertilizers and basically all his work. In the center, there was a wooden table with six chairs. The walls were full of shelves with various plants, jars and tools of gardening and alchemy on all sides. The place was full of windows, through which natural light entered. A single bulb hung from the ceiling for the times Yoongi worked at night. And in a corner, what looked like a stove and a refrigerator, where they kept their food and tried to cook.

"Do you need help, daddy?" Yujin said as she took a seat in one of the chairs and watched her father work. He placed a bracelet in the middle of a pentacle painted on the table and positioned some plants and candles around.

“No, sweetie. I'll just make a simple charm for the mortal and that's it”

“Jimin doesn’t seem like a bad person” said the girl, playing with her braids, ”I have dedicated myself to analyzing his aura during these days...”

“Yujin, not now, okay?”

“I’m just saying, daddy, that there are also good mortals in the world”

“And I’m just saying that I won’t look for them with the risk of finding a bad one, okay?”

His tone of voice came out harder than he intended, and when he looked up at the girl, she frowned, worried about her father.

“I just want you to be happy, daddy. I have never seen you smile outside your comfort zone”

Yoongi stopped doing what he was doing to look at his daughter. She kept her gaze steady until the sorcerer gave up. How was it that he had raised this girl so well?

“Thanks, Yujin. I'll try, okay?”

Yujin smiled, got out of the chair and approached Yoongi, wrapping him in a tight hug. The door opened abruptly, interrupting the moment. Hoseok entered with a trail of light and stopped in front of them.

“I'm sorry, am I interrupting something? Well, it doesn’t matter. Thea is here!” and he left as he arrived.

"Shall we see her?" Yoongi suggested when they were alone again. Yujin nodded happily and they both left the room, crossed the garden and entered the shop. The girl ran excitedly into the arms of the new arrival.

“Mommy! I missed you so much!”

Jimin raised his head to hear this. He hadn’t paid much attention to the new arrival, but when he saw Yujin so happy to see who her mother seemed to be, his mind kindled all kinds of alarms.

The girl looked young, no more than twenty-five years old. She was brunette, her loose hair was curly and dark brown, with small eyes, just like the little girl. Jimin could see the resemblance everywhere, and was surprised that Yujin and Yoongi had no similarities in physical appearance. The girl's mother didn’t dress too luxurious, as he could believe. Just ripped jeans and a greasy wool sweater that was slightly larger. On her back hung a small denim backpack.

As soon as Yujin opened her arms, the new arrival received her with welcoming arms, carrying her on her hip and greeting her with a hug that was just as strong.

“Hello, pumpkin. I missed you so much, too”

Then, Yoongi entered the shop, smiling slightly at the scene. Jimin noticed the exact moment when the wizard and the girl exchanged glances and a wave of jealousy invaded his chest. He didn’t notice, but Yujin was able to see his aura perfectly and smiled to herself.

Yoongi approached them.

“Hello, stranger, what a pleasure to see you again” he approached her to greet her with a kiss on the cheek. Jimin's interior burned, so he preferred to look away.

“Same, Yoongles, how’ve you been?”

The sorcerer shrugged.

“As usual. Solving everyone’s life, fixing Namjoon’s messes and taking care of this little one,” he replied, nodding at Yujin.

The girl smiled sideways.

“You have done a good job. I was afraid I would not find her on my next visit”

“Pff, please. Yujin can take care of herself perfectly. Better yet, she takes care of me, don’t you, little bugger?”

The girl smiled broadly.

"Daddy would be starving to death if it weren’t for me”

The girl laughed.

"And what brings you to Seoul, old woman?" Seokjin said, finally returning to his human form and approaching them.

“Well, I thought it was a long time since I visited you guys. And I wanted to see you”

Namjoon also joined the conversation.

“We are very happy to see you. Don’t disappear so much”

“Actually, I've been traveling a lot. And I came with gifts!”

She slipped the backpack from her back and sat on the couch next to Jimin, noticing his presence for the first time.

“Hello, I've never seen you around here” she smiled sideways, extending her hand. “I'm Althea, but everyone calls me Thea. A pleasure”

"I'm Jimin," he replied, taking her hand and trying to force a smile.

“You're Yoongi's friend?”

"Not really." Hoseok answered for him, sitting in the center of the table. "He's my friend, but Yoongi lets him come from time to time”

“I'm surprised that that grumpy old man hasn’t thrown you out yet. He doesn’t like to make many friends”

“Hm, you know him. He has a weak spot for the charismatic fairy”

Everyone laughed, except Jimin, who felt more and more out of place. Yoongi noticed his discomfort, but tried to ignore it as much as he could.

“Going back to the gifts!”

She started to take out some packages and distribute them to those present.

“A new crystal ball! How did you know I broke mine?” Namjoon exclaimed.

“Maple honey of the oldest tree in Canada. You know me so well” Laughed the fairy.

“A collection of selected ingredients and spices for cooking. How did you know?” Seokjin was already thinking of a thousand and one dishes to add his new seasonings.

“Wow! A quartz wand! But these are impossible to get!” Yelled Yujin, admiring her new wand, almost afraid to break it.

“And for Yoongi...” she got up and walked towards him, with her backpack in one hand and the other inside her, keeping her gift as a surprise” It's not really a gift, it's more like a commission, you know? I found it abandoned in a forest in Norway and I thought you would be the one to take care of it”

Finally, she pulled out her hand, revealing what Jimin thought was a turtle egg. It was very small, it could fit in Yujin's palm. The boy couldn’t know with certainty which animal belonged.

However, because of the face he put on, Yoongi seemed to recognize it immediately.

"You're kidding" His face showed surprise, admiration, even happiness. There were more expressions than Jimin had ever seen him do and he hated the girl for that.

“I'm not kidding. They will need a home when they’re born”

“It will be an honor to take care of him. Myzo will be happy to have company”

Thea handed him the egg and Yoongi received it as if it were a feather. He ran to find a container and a piece of cloth to place it there with great care and leave it on the counter.

"And how long will you be in Seoul?" Namjoon asked suddenly.

“Oh, I was about to leave, actually”

“Are you kidding? But you just arrived today!” Hoseok cried.

“I'm sorry, guys, I have some problems to fix. But I’m very happy to see you again”

“Well,” Seokjin intervened, “We don’t want to delay you. But stay in touch, okay?”

“I agree with the cat” Yoongi nodded, returning with them, “and call us if you need something, okay? You know where to find us”

Thea smiled broadly, glad to have such good friends. She approached Yujin and gave her one last hug that lasted a little longer than expected. She said goodbye to everyone with more hugs, a kiss on the cheek to Yoongi and a gesture with her hands for Jimin to finally leave through the front door, fading away in the streets of Seoul.

"That girl is a loose case," laughed Seokjin, returning to his cat form and leaning back on the sofa. Everyone returned to their places, still infected by Thea's energy until Hoseok broke the environment.

“Oh, hyung, did you finish Jimin's amulet?”

Yoongi seemed to come out of a trance.

“Right! I’ll be back.” He took the container where he had placed the egg and got out the shop again.

The shop was silent, only the sound of the wind broke the atmosphere. Jimin didn’t dare to comment or ask anything, so he began to analyze the place for the thousandth time until his eyes fell on Yujin. She was watching him with her head cocked and when they made eye contact, she smiled sideways. He didn’t have time to ask what was going on, because Yoongi came in again and approached him.

"Here you are." She extended a hand to him, handing him a silver bracelet. Jimin examined it. It was simple, thin and open, one of those that overlap and have no brooch. But at one end, a small feather was engraved. The design was beautiful, and Jimin could hardly believe the delicacy that both the bracelet and Yoongi's gesture implied.

“It’s an amulet. It will help you get what you need. Use it as much as you can and believe as much as you want”

“It’s beautiful. But how much will it cost?”

The sorcerer considered for a moment. Then he remembered the mortal's discomfort when Thea was in the shop and smiled sideways.

“It’s nothing”

Jimin didn’t know if he had imagined it but when he reacted, Yoongi was already in the door frame again, but stopped a moment and without turning to look at him, he added:

“Just remember. What you need is not always what you want”

part 1 / final

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