When the last person stepped through the door, Yoongi simply flicked his wrist and the door shut behind the last person in. Everyone awed at this, their eyes even sparking as they watched Yoongi strut right up to the door. Pointing out his index finger and middle finger, a soft glow of a purple light shined at the end of Yoongi’s fingers. Moving his hand swiftly, a bright purple symbol glows brighty as Yoongi continues to draw what seems to be his signature in thin air.
“I, shadow witch Min Yoongi, here by place a soul protect on this apartment so no meister can detect a single soul in this place of comfort,” Yoongi says softly before there was a flash of light, the symbol almost burned into the doorway. It was a simple signature, a signature that only the witch Min Yoongi could write. The writing on the door glows a soft purple, the color so soft it had to be considered pastel.
Wiping his hands on his pants, Yoongi turned to face open mouths and wide eyes. He let out a shy chuckle before he was scratching at the back of his neck, a habit he picked up on when he found himself nervous. With flushed cheeks and a shy smile, Yoongi could only wish to curl in on himself and make himself smaller than he already was. He took in a deep breath before exhaling softly through his nose. He took a step back and let his eyes fall closed, his heart hammering against his chest, the palm of his hands beginning to sweat.
“Soul protect release.” There was a sudden blast of magic, nothing too strong where it could knock anything cover, but it did send shivers down the other meister’s spines. Only people who could wield weapons, the meisters, could see how big a human soul was. The poor weapons could only follow blindly as their meister’s trembled at the sight of the strongest of souls.
Yoongi wasn’t an exception either.
They watched as dark markings formed on Yoongi’s arms, neck, and face, his once chocolate eyes turning to their soft pastel purple, the same color the symbol glows behind him. His hair changed as well, the left side of his hair turning as black as darkest of nights; the right side as white as freshly fallen snow.
Shadow like tattoos formed on the tops of his hands, his fingernails now longer, sharper, the nails even painted black. Shadow like tattoos formed on his neck, the tattoos even going up so far that they ended on his face, curling slightly, but not too noticeably. The marking were just as dark as the night sky on the darkest of nights, the black so black that Sangwoo was whining about wanting something that dark.
And the piercings, don’t even get Jimin started on that. He had a septum piercing, a bridge piercing, a labret piercing, and an eyebrow piercing. Of course his ears were pierced as well, but Jimin found his eyes locked on the piercing that littered Yoongi’s soft features. Even with all these changes, Yoongi was still Yoongi, the man Jimin fell for.
There was a long silence before it was completely shattered by everyone screaming, Yoongi even jumping back at how started he actually was. It wasn’t screams of fright thought, it was screams of pure amusement and joy. They weren’t scared of him, they even looked proud of Yoongi for finally getting comfortable in his own skin and showing them the real him. If it was just him and Jimin, Yoongi was sure there would have been a few stray tears.
“You look so badass, hyung!” Jeongguk yelled as he looked in awe, his eyes blow out wide as he smiled so, so, so brightly at him.
“The tattoos look amazing as well,” both Sangwoo and Hoseok piped in at the same time. “Jinx! You own me a kiss on the lips!” They giggled some more before pressing a quick peck on each other’s awaiting lips.
Namjoon was nodding his head in approval, a fond smile pulled at the corner of his lips as he held a finger up to his chin. He was admiring the tattoos, his eyes starting Yoongi down as if he was getting every last detail he could get.
Jin was smiling as well, but there was sadness behind the smile, his eyes dark and his shoulders slumped forward as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. All he could do was mutter out something that shook Yoongi to his very core.
“I’m so sorry, Yoongi.”
Yoongi stood there frozen, his eyes blown out wide as he start deep into his hyung’s eyes, pain and guilt swimming deep in those dark eyes of Jin. Yoongi maybe the witch there, but it felt as if Jin had cast a spell of him and Yoongi didn’t have a single spell in his books to get him out of that one.
There was a gentle hand on his shoulder within seconds and Yoongi let the familiar perfume wash over him like a crashing wave. Jimin was always there for Yoongi, even when he didn’t ask him to. He really was blessed with a caring weapon and caring friends. If he hadn’t been paired up with Jimin, he honestly thinks he would have found himself six feet under thanks to the monsters the lerk deep within his mind. He really was lucky to have Park Jimin in his life.
“Why don’t you show us all your witchy things, Yoongi hyung,” Jimin smiles softly, the hand on Yoongi’s shoulder tightening for just a second before he felt the same hand grab his own and entwine their fingers together. Safe and sound, something Yoongi was still getting use to still.
“Yes, let me show you my witchy wardrobe.”
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A sound soul
Dwells within a sound mind
And a sound body
. . .
The DWMA is was widely know around the world, even in Korea. Every child wanted to be either a weapon or a meister, but only a select few were blessed with such a golden opportunity. These students were admitted into the DWMA as soon as they could walk and talk, many of them not showing any signs of weapon form till years on. Yoongi was a meister, a scythe mister to be exact. How is he going to feel when he finds out there is only one in the school and the kid just so happens to be fucking annoying?