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Namjoon doesn’t even remember how they even coordinated everything to be like this.
Okay, that was a lie. He remembers full well the night everything was beginning to get too overwhelming and he was in a desperate need for a break. When potion orders were stacking up and he couldn’t stay on top of it all. When the usual refreshing herbal scent of his workshop seemed to drown his senses and he couldn’t think anymore.
He decided to walk by the river, something he found himself doing more and more. It was dark, but he wasn’t aware of the specific time. Time was his enemy, so he refused to acknowledge it more than he had to.
It was cloudy and humid, not exactly the best time for a walk but he remember not caring. Just needing to leave.
It was there when he met him. Another witch, with silver mist clouding their hands as they chanted something that Namjoon couldn’t hear. His hair was black, wisps dancing on their own to the constant chanting as the witch sat by the river. Namjoon couldn’t fathom as to why he was practising out in the open, where anyone could see. It was strange. He was strange.
He didn’t know what spell he was casting, or if he was casting at all. It seemed that the other man was caught up in his own world, something Namjoon could sympathize with as he usually did the same.
“Practising magic in the open is kinda dangerous, you know.”
The man jumps, turning around to face Namjoon as his magic cuts off and his words die in his mouth. Namjoon feels guilty for bothering him, but he felt that he needed to be warned that whatever was keeping him hidden from others wore off.
“Fuck, I didn’t realize my glamour wore off,” he stares at Namjoon with suspicion in his eyes, “What are you gonna do, report me?”
Namjoon scoffs, “Why would I report a fellow witch?”
The man turns back to the river, “Whatever. I appreciate you warning me.”
Namjoon is aware of the wording he’s using. He’s a stranger, owing debt to people who may be fae is dangerous and common knowledge for magic folk.
Namjoon nods, wondering if he should tell the man his name in order to clear things up. But that may be foolish and a stupid thing to do, he doesn’t know what type of witch the other man is, and everyone knows that names hold power. He decides against it.
“What were you working on?” he asks instead, walking closer. The man faces him again, and quirks an eyebrow, amusement in his eyes.
“Do you give your word to not tell a soul?” Namjoon chuckles at that. This may give the illusion that whatever the man was working on could be dangerous, but he’s not foolish. He knows he probably still suspects Namjoon as a fae.
“I give you my word.” he says simply. He sticks out his hand, gold mist covering it as it lights up playfully, silver mist soon joins it as the man shakes his hand.
“Kim Namjoon.”
“Min Yoongi.”
And that was how everything kicked off.
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“Can y’all love birds fuck somewhere else? Namjoon and I are trying to get this potion done, and you two sucking face is kinda distracting.” Yoongi’s sarcastic voice rang out.
Namjoon pointedly doesn’t say that he’s been ignoring the others out of sheer concentration, but talking could break said concentration and if he forgot what stir he was on he might blow up the house. Again.
Jungkook has the decency to look somewhat embarrassed. Tae doesn’t.
“Awww, come on hyung! Let us live!” Taehyung whines. His hair is messy and his voice is hoarse from the make out session that just took place.
Yoongi rolls his eyes as he measures the next ingredient, “Awww,” he drawls sarcastically, “You think I give a shit. You both have a perfectly good room down the hall, all set up with silencing spells that Seokjin put up last week. You two can fuck there, not where we’re supposed to be working,”
Namjoon counts the last needed stir and Yoongi puts in some light purple liquid. He snaps his fingers, silver clouding his eyes as Jungkook yelps, probably from being hit on the head.
Namjoon takes pity on them, “Tae, you can go help Hobi and Jin in the kitchen, I’m sure they’re probably making a feast to celebrate. Jungkook, can you go get Jimin please? We’re gonna need him soon for the next step,” Namjoon says gently, gold light floating through the room, softly illuminating the potions room. His eyes are shining, both from magic and tears since the potion was getting a little too strong.
Jungkook nods, standing up from the sofa that he and Taehyung were just on, making his way down the hall to get Jimin. Taehyung watched him go, not budging as he sits there stubbornly.
Yoongi doesn’t take his eyes away from what he’s doing, “Tae, go help in the kitchen and stop being a brat,” he chides with no malice. Everyone knows that Yoongi is a big sofie, his mean words usually having no bite.
As Tae leaves, muttering under his breath a spell to fix his hair, Namjoon turns back to Yoongi.
“Hey,” he whispers, willing the gold mist to wrap around his boyfriend as Yoongi glances at him.
“Joonie, you know how warm your glow gets when you’re emotional.”
He knows, but he also knows how much Yoongi loves it. He knows how much Yoongi complains about being constantly cold, when they’re wrapped in each others arms under the covers and moonlight, soft gold shimmering as a second blanket, warmth and love surrounding them.
He justs smiles, “Good thing it’s winter.”
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Eventually they finish the potion with Jimin’s help. His wide knowledge on herbology, plus the fact that he can control fire, helped them complete the final product.
“Whose potion is that for, anyway?” Jimin asks them as Yoongi corks the liquid filled bottle.
“We don’t know, they just requested a growth potion for plants,” Namjoon replies from worktable, clearing and organizing any leftover ingredients as a pencil and notebook beside him writes whatever new things they need to shop for.
Yoongi grunts, “Could be a stoner,”
Jimin’s bright glow lightens as he gives out a small laugh. Namjoon rolls his eyes at the comment.
Yoongi wipes his hands with a washcloth, “Namjoon, honey, once you’re done, can you back up the bottles and leave them on the desk near the door so Hobi can deliver them tomorrow?” he asks.
Namjoon hums in acknowledgment. He feels his hair being ruffled, ice cold mist making him shiver as it tickles his cheeks.
“You’re gonna make him freeze to death, hyung.” Jimin rolls his eyes, “I’ll be at the table. I’m pretty sure dinner is done, so when you’re both finished cleaning up I’m sure Seokjin would appreciate if you joined us.” He’s just saying if they don’t eat dinner Jin wouldn’t hesitate to fucking deck them.
“We’ll be there soon, make sure Jungkook doesn’t eat everything,” Yoongi says, his magic never leaving Namjoon’s skin.
Jimin snorts, “Will do.” and with that, he leaves.
Yoongi continues with his magic playfully covering Namjoon’s skin, his body naturally heating up at the cold. One part of him wants to tell him to stop, but he can’t deny that he’s loving it as well. Yoongi knows that.
Namjoon can see that his hand is starting to glow gold, his magic taking over to keep him warm, something that naturally happens, something he can’t stop. Something he doesn’t want to stop.
“You know, you look absolutely stunning when you do that,” Yoongi comments.
Namjoon continues with his list, “So I’ve been told by a certain ice witch,”
“S’not my fault that you’re warm sun magic hates the cold,” his tone is playful, teasing Namjoon. He feels hands on his hips, shivering at the unexpected touch as Yoongi smirks into his neck, pressing soft kisses.
Namjoon sighs lovingly, finishing up the last task and Yoongi makes no hesitation to turn him around, pushing him towards the sofa as his lips clash against Namjoon’s.
Namjoon puts his arms around Yoongi, pulling him closer. Yoongi’s fingers tug at his hair, one hand cupping Namjoon’s cheek as they kiss lazily. Both of their eyes are closed, savouring the taste of each others lips. Namjoon desperately wants to deepen the kiss, can feel Yoongi wanting it as well, but stops himself knowing they wouldn’t be able to stop.
Namjoon can feel his magic thrumming under his skin, warmth heating him over. The clash between hot and cold makes both men break apart. Namjoon stares into his lover’s eyes, the beautiful ring of silver lining his onyx eyes, the only external sign of magic. There’s dark circles, understandable giving the fact that they’ve been getting more requests recently.
The moment was broken by Jin shouting for them, and Yoongi smiles, making some comment about the food ready for them, but Namjoon just promises himself for the hundredth time to make Yoongi smile more.