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Leaving home was one of the most difficult things he had ever done, but Yoongi didn't regret it. Not even for a second. Instead of being confined in the walls of the place he had called home all those years ago, he was (mostly) free to go where he pleased and be who he wanted. He was one of the first openly gay Korean idols. It worked to his advantage, since many overseas fans adored the idea of their idols having sex with another man. He often wonders why heterosexual girls wanted male idols to be in homosexual relationships so badly, if they also thirsted after the idols themselves.

When Yoongi left, he had very little clothing, and even less food. He had come out to his parents, and that was the last straw for them. They could (sort of) deal with their son wanting to produce music, but him being a fag? Hell no! They stopped sending him to therapy and a month later, they told him to either get it together and turn himself straight, or to leave. Four weeks went by and Yoongi said "fuck you" and left.

He swore to himself that he would never ask his parents for help. When he was living on the streets and freezing, he reminded himself that they didn't love him. When he was starving and begging for food, he thought about how they called him names and made him feel like garbage. He would die before he asked for their help, and he nearly did. He hadn't eaten in a week and his rent was nearly due. He was alone, scared, and miserable. He had no one to care for him. He just wanted to disappear some days. He probably would have turned to drugs, but he thankfully(?) couldn't afford any.

The flyer for BigHit was what probably saved him. He auditioned, became a trainee, gained back weight in muscle, and debuted as a solo artist. He became friends with legendary rapper Kim Namjoon, otherwise known as RM. He worked alongside model Park Jimin and vocalist Jeon Jeongguk, who had taken up the stage name "Jungkook," so it would be easier to pronunciate. Six years after leaving home at age seventeen and four years in the industry, 23 year old Min Yoongi had become the legend Agust D, who raised money for those struggling with mental illnesses and the LGBT. Most companies would have hated it, but it helped the rapper become even more famous.

Yoongi was living the life.

He was doing alright not being in a relationship. Many of his fans thought we would be cute with Namjoon since they have always been so close and they were both a bit badass. Even more thought he would be cute with Jimin since they often spoke fondly of each other. A few thought him and Jeongguk would be perfect for each other because of their shared fondness of what Namjoon called "emo shit." (Yoongi swore it was just a phase, but it was a phase that Jeongguk had yet to grow out of)

Twitter was where Yoongi spent a lot of his time, if he was being honest. His fans knew that he looked through their accounts and through hashtags since he had warned them in an interview. He would sometimes look through his mentions just to amuse himself. While scrolling through his timeline, he noticed that one of the accounts he followed had mentioned proof of witches living among humans or something. He rolled his eyes and looked through the article.

"Witches live among us!

For many years, people have believed that witches exist, but usually have no proof. They are still everywhere in our culture. In our movies, Halloween decorations and costumes, and just as an aesthetic. Places sell witchy items so people can feel more unique and hipster.

But what if witches were real?

Years ago, there were the Witch Trials. Now of course, if we were to encounter witches again, we wouldn't start those up again (unless given reason to, of course). But what if some survived? There were witches all over the world, so it's not impossible that we would find some. People have claimed to witness lights going off in forests and even finding homes in the woods! Some say the trees move in unnatural ways and that they've found bottles of what could be potions.

If you find anything suspicious contact me at..."

Yoongi backed out of the window and opened up to draft a new tweet.

"What the hell is this shit I'm seeing on witches and magic? I haven't believed in fairytales like that since I was eight. So stop believing in this shit when you're an adult and get into the real world."

His notifications were blown up with likes, retweets, quotes, and replies.

Looking through everything, he noticed that many of followers were agreeing with Yoongi, but a few of them were making negative remarks.

"Just let people have their fun."

"You should try it yourself, maybe you'll find your inner-peace."

"Well, what do you know about witchcraft?"

He sighed and turned his phone off, leaning back in his studio chair. It was a long day, and people telling Yoongi that he was the one in the wrong was just confusing to him. People seriously believed in magic? In this day and age? Yeah, hippies maybe who were all anti-technology and pro-vegan and shit, but some of his fans? He wasn't going to lose many fans, though. Most agreed with Yoongi, or just didn't put their input.

Bored already, he took another peak at his phone, and looked at who quoted him. There was one in particular who caught his eye.

@magicmornings was the username, and the display name was "hope." That wasn't what caught Yoongi's eye. The profile photo was a male who looked around Yoongi's age. He was sporting orange hair in the photo and wore a sunhat with a black bomber jacket.

And he was hot.

His tan skin shone under whatever light the photo was taken in, and his eyes were dark, but still were so bright. His smile, oh god his smile. It could probably cure every disease out there.

The quote of Yoongi's tweet was a laughing emoji with "You never know unless you step into the woods and see the magic for yourself. Look up areas online that are known to have some spooky or mysterious histories or that have magical roots. Maybe I'll run into you." the last part was a bit strange, but Yoongi was actually interested in looking into what this stranger had told him to. Was this stranger a believer in witchcraft or something?

Taking a peek at the time, Yoongi sighed grabbed his jacket and bag. It had been a long day, and all he wanted to do was to get home and sleep.

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Yoongi was not surprised that Namjoon was skeptical about going to ghost towns.

“Yoongi,” the younger male said, taking a sip of water. The two were working on a collab in Namjoon’s studio and had taken a quick break. Yoongi took the opportunity to bring up traveling to weird areas thing. He surprised himself with that, honestly. But after nearly a week of that tweet haunting him, he decided to just do it and forget about it. “We aren’t some Buzzfeed Unsolved guys. We’re rappers who are firm believers in science.” Namjoon set his glass down on his desk. “This is kind of weird, dude.”

The elder sighed. “I know, but it’s been bothering me all week.” He stood from his place on the couch and walked over where Namjoon had a mini-fridge and pulled out a Coke, popping the tab and taking a quick drink before continuing. “But the guy who tweeted me was unfortunately very attractive.” He sat back down on the couch and huffed, taking another sip. “I’m so fucked,” he murmured into his drink, his voice muffled.

Namjoon studied his friend who looked like he was on the verge of screaming or shitting himself. He shook his head. “You’re right about that,” he said, pulling out his phone. “But I guess it wouldn’t hurt to look for some places like that.” Namjoon began to type and there was a “woosh” sound, and then a alert a few moments later. “Jimin said he knew a place that is said to have ‘magic energies,’ whatever the hell that means.” There was another alert and he looked down again. “He also says that this energy is the strongest or whatever at night. So I guess we can go tomorrow if you want.” The taller male sent another message and then read the one he got in reply. “It’s close by, I guess. Maybe twenty minutes from here.”

Yoongi looked down at his can, and then glanced up at his friend. “I guess we’re going on a hunt for a hottie.”

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Yoongi was so not ready.

He had a backpack with water, a pocket-knife, pepper spray, and snacks, yet he still felt like it wasn’t enough. Who knew if there were predators in the forest they were apparently going to? What if the Hoseok-guy he saw on twitter was the predator? Honestly, it was too risky for Yoongi’s liking, but there was no backing out. The two rappers were already in the younger’s car and driving to the woods.

Jimin had called the two earlier in the day and told them that the energy was strongest near a place called “The Crystal Circle.” There would apparently be a large ring of crystals (no shit) with pink flowers growing in the middle. People who went inside would usually begin to feel faint and leave immediately. Or would have an emergency or whatever. It was like the circle didn’t want people in it. Namjoon called bullshit the moment the words left the young model’s mouth. And even if they did get the strange desire or warning to leave, the young rapper swore that there was no way that they were leaving.

The Crystal Circle was nothing like Yoongi had imagined.

After parking on the side of a road called “Moonstone Lane,” the two rappers had entered the forest and walked east for almost twenty minutes (“it’s not that bad!” Jimin had said. Yeah, well not everyone is as athletic as you are. Yoongi really was not amused.) before spotting the crystals.

It was not as small as he had thought it would be. He was expecting it to be small with maybe ten flowers in it, but oh no. It looked like it was the size of half a football field in diameter. Inside the circle of glowing crystals were gorgeous pink flowers. Yoongi couldn’t see well, but the light from the full moon and the light from the crystals allowed him to make out four paths around the circle which all led to the middle, where another patch of flowers that were a gorgeous white were growing. They looked like they were absorbing the moonlight. If this place were as magical as Jimin said it would be, maybe they really were.

“Holy shit,” Namjoon whispered, clearly in awe of the sight. “It’s gorgeous.” He slowly moved towards one of the paths, Yoongi right behind him. They entered the ring and Yoongi pushed ahead of Namjoon. The further he walked in, the more blurry his vision got. He could hear what sounded like wind chimes quietly brushing against each other. Looking down, Yoongi could barely make out a small jar with what looked like broken glass, yarn, sharp rusty nails, some salt maybe, a few rose petals, and pieces of paper with strange markings on them. What was it doing out there? He continued walking almostly blindly at this point. The only reason he knew he was on the path was the sound of his feet on the gravel. He could hear four other footsteps.

Four?

One set was behind him, obviously Namjoon. But the ones walking towards them? What the hell. Fear clawed at Yoongi’s stomach as he kept walking, not knowing what he would face. Would it be some demon? The jar of strange objects and markings didn’t look all that innocent. Maybe it was the boy from his Twitter. He did say that he could be found in magical places, and this place definitely wasn’t normal. He wanted to smirk at the thought of Namjoon eating his own words, but fear was still the first thing on the elder’s mind. The wind chimes and footsteps grew louder and louder, but Yoongi refused to stop. He heard Namjoon breathing heavier and his footsteps growing slower. They were both so close to whatever was approaching them.

Yoongi felt hands grasp his shoulders and his vision cleared and he came face-to-face with the gorgeous male who had been on his mind for over a week.

“You made it.”

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Hoseok led the two males into a cottage made out of gray stone that suddenly appeared after their vision was cleared. When Yoongi looked over his shoulder at Namjoon, the younger was following along, in awe of what he saw. The wooden door had a crescent moon carved into it, with a bunch of tiny stars surrounding it. Under the carvings, was the word “witchcraft,” burnt into the oak.

There were crystals on the ground near the door in little clumps, a garden full of blooming plants. They had little labels that were burnt into wood. Sage, Rosemary, Bay Leaf, Ginger and about fifteen others. Honestly, how many herbs could one witch have? The garden was surrounded by gray stones that had what looked like sigils carved into them. There were strange ornaments hanging from the cottage. Dreamcatchers, bells, plants, roses… It was odd, but it really helped the whole aesthetic.

The door opened without Hoseok even touching it. Inside was even more magical than the outside, and at least ten times as crowded. There was a kitchen to the males’ right that had tons and tons of glass jars, a bubbling pot on the stove that had a fire burning beneath it, the window sills were littered with - surprise - more jars, as well as crystals. What looked like the living room had a couch and oh god there were so many plants. Vines were crawling on the walls, constantly moving. Flowers were blooming in the cracks of the walls the way they would sprout from cracks in the sidewalk.

“Welcome to my little abode,” said the witch, gesturing vaguely with a hand that had many rings and bracelets. “It’s crowded, I know. Now please take a seat wherever.”

Yoongi and Namjoon (who was finally functioning properly) awkwardly made their way to the couch and sat down next to each other. Meanwhile, Hoseok was in the kitchen and was taking care of the pot which was about to bubble over. Once he had it under control, Hoseok sat on a stool next to the stove after sitting the plant that was on it on the counter.

“I’m surprised you are here,” said Hoseok. He stared at Namjoon. “Who is this?”

Namjoon gave a weak and slightly nervous smile. “I’m Kim Namjoon, Yoongi’s friend. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said, scratching behind his head. “And you are…?”

Hoseok feigned offence. “I’m Hoseok, and I’m a bit hurt that Yoongi didn’t tell you that.” He gave the younger rapper a small smile, and God, Yoongi wished that it was directed towards him. “I’m happy to have you here.” One of the flowers next to Namjoon gave a soft cry of what sounded like happiness. The witch looked delighted. “My plants like you!” He explained happily. “If they like you, Namjoon, then I trust you.”

Yoongi felt jealousy blossom like the flowers that were now softly humming. He was the one who Hoseok contacted! He was the one who was told by the witch to visit. Why was Namjoon getting all the attention of the gorgeous male? Yoongi smashed the jealousy and mentally lit it on fire so it could never bloom again. Namjoon was his best friend and Hoseok was new to people. Yoongi was a bit intimidating, to be honest. It wasn’t a huge surprise that the witch would be wary of him.

Said witch had gotten off of his stool and approached the two on the couch, sitting on the coffee table a few feet in front of them. He sat criss-cross next to what was probably a spell book, as well as candles and even more jars. How many fucking jars did this guy have? “And you, Min Yoongi.” The older rapper’s attention peaked at the sound of his name. “Do you believe in me now?” The witch asked. Yoongi felt a blush creep up his neck and his ears became as hot and his now burning cheeks.

“I, um,” Yoongi coughed. “I uh, I think I can change my beliefs now that I’ve seen you, yeah.” He wanted to disappear after being reminded of his tweet about witchcraft being bullshit. Well apparently the rapper himself was full of it. The accuser becomes the accused, it seemed.

"I suppose I should tell you a bit about myself," Hoseok mused. "Well, I'm twenty-four, and I'm obviously a witch. You still following?" Yoongi and Namjoon both gave a nod, so the witch continued. "I saw your tweet, Yoongi, on the whole witchcraft thing after one of my friends retweeted it. He too, is a witch. We both found it quite, amusing, if I'm being 100% honest. I wish you had more faith in the unknown, though." Then he gave a weak smile. "We could use some lighthearted stuff, right now. My coven and friends are currently having some... issues, I guess you could say. There is a bit of a battle going on, and it really isn't a fun one. The last one I participated in was actually quite enjoyable. only a few died."

Yoongi felt himself pale. Apparently, his witch-interest was a sadist. Hoseok seemed to notice the look on the elder's face and paled dramatically. "Oh god! we aren't people who take pleasure in pain," he said, panicked. He shifted in his place on the table. "Some of us have regenerative abilities. I, unfortunately, do not. So if I die, I'm dead. For good." He frowned. "Which kind of sucks since there's going to be a war soon, and chances are I'm going to die brutally and painfully." He gave the two males a smile, despite the horrified looks on their faces. "I'm kidding! There's a little spat, but not a huge war of death or anything. We're peaceful beings."

Yoongi was feeling a little sick, to be honest; The talk of death, war, and brutal murders was making him almost miss his home, despite the fact that he was in a goddamn WITCH'S HOME! He cleared his throat. "So... what else can you do besides open doors and keep pots from over-boiling?" Hoseok laughed and holy shit all nauseous feelings disappeared. His dead cousin was suddenly revived even though the kid had died at birth and cancer was cured.

It was ironic to say that the witch's laugh was magical. "I actually didn't keep the pot from over-boiling," Hoseok admitted sheepishly.

Yoongi couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him, and Hoseok blushed a deep and shade of red. His neck was pink and he looked so fucking adorable ohmygod.  Yoongi couldn't believe that the witch in front of him was actually real and breathing like how the hell could someone be so cute and be real.

"I'm able to cast hexes and curses, y'know. Simple stuff is what I'm really good at." He looked down at his hands which were folded in his lap. "We really aren't all that powerful. I mean, yeah," he said, taking a quick glance at the two rappers before going back to fiddling with his thumbs. "We can do some pretty intense things when it comes to making people suffer with curses, but it's not like we can shoot fire."

Yoongi looked at all of the jars surrounding them and then at the pot that had been bubbling earlier. "What about potions and elixirs, or whatever the hell you guys drink?" Yoongi wondered. Hoseok scooted off of the table and strutted into the kitchen , grabbed two clear glasses and filled them both with a light blue liquid that seemed to blend into a minty green. He had gotten the liquid from the strange pot that had been seemingly insignificant before. The witch brought back both glasses to the rappers and set them down on the table before going back into the kitchen and pouring himself a glass. He chose to simply lean against his wall next to a hanging flower pot and a dream-catcher.

"Please have a drink," he requested, taking a sip of his own drink. After a moment, and nothing happened, Yoongi glanced at his friend. Namjoon looked nervous as hell but shakily raised the glass to his lips and Yoongi did the same,. They both quickly took a sip. The drink tasted like what would be blue-raspberry caramel. It also had a bit of a pop to it, and reminded the older rapper of poprocks, the American candy. He finished the glass and set the now empty cup back on the table, where Namjoon set his next to.

"What was that?" Yoongi inquired, curious about the strange drink that was beginning to make his insides grow warm and fuzzy. The stress he had been feeling from earlier when he arrived in the cottage had disappeared and been replaced with warm feelings of being welcomed and loved. The witch gave the two a wide smile and Yoongi melted. Hoseok's lips formed the shape of a heart.

"It was a stress-reliever type of drink-potion-thingy." He shrugged. "You can call it whatever you want to, honestly. Different types of witches call them different things. I call them potions while my friend Taehyung calls the a brew. I will admit that I am also fond of that word." Namjoon still just looked confused as hell. "Is it wrong if I ask you questions?" he questioned the witch, who shook his head saying "ask away."

"How long have you been a witch?"

"Are you able to heal the injuries of others?"

"Can you stop aging?"

"Do you guys have mates or whatever?"

"Can you make love potions or cast love spells?"

"Is there a witch government?"

Hoseok let Namjoon ask all of his questions before answering them all in one go.

"I was born one; I wish; nope; do I look like a wolf to you? I can influence love and help people find their destined one, but can’t force anything; and not unless you are weird as hell and live in one of the villages.

Yoongi frowned. "You guys don't live in villages?" One would think that they would, since most humans lived in towns and shit like that, so why wouldn't witches?

"I mean, we have covens," Hoseok replied going back to work in the kitchen. He had started looking in cabinets and looking for things, removing jars, grabbing weird ingredients that looked suspiciously similar to fingers. "I left mine a while back. because of, um, personal reasons." The witch looked a bit uncomfortable for a second and turned to look out the window above the sink which had plants blooming out of the drain. He turned back to Yoongi and Namjoon a moment later with a big smile on his face. "Would you guys like to see the garden?"

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The garden was actually much bigger than Yoongi originally thought, and that's saying something. It was also growing tomatoes, lettuce, cucumbers, plants with crystals blooming on them like flowers, zucchini, catnip, and good god the size of the pumpkins growing there. Yoongi was shocked that the witch was able to keep track of everything. He felt a strange feeling - was that pride? - in his chest. It was incredible. Hoseok was incredible.

"I have to grab some of these roots before they start screaming underground and disturb and kill my other plants," Hoseok announced casually, as if what he had said was not batshit crazy. He said it like he was announcing it was a cloudy day. "Would you two please assist me by holding baskets? If I put them on the ground they bury back in, and it's hell trying to get them out a second time." The witch pointed to two baskets over on a table that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. The rappers glanced at each other, Namjoon quirking an eyebrow and Yoongi shook his head. The table definitely wasn't there before.  The baskets seemed to be woven and handmade and oh god there was that strange feeling again. Yoongi watched has Hoseok dug his hands right into the earth and grabbed a root that seemed to be whining like a little bitch. It wasn't loud, but it was a bit annoying. Hoseok tossed it into Namjoon's basket and continued to grab the plants until both rappers' baskets were full of annoying brown little roots.

Hoseok stood up and wiped his dirt-covered hands on his black leggings, staining them. Sprouting from his hair were little pastel pink flowers.