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Wizards were born with magic pulsing in their veins, but their whole potential could only be unleashed if they found a familiar that they could bind their life force to. Without one, they could do this and that, create potions that could heal (or hurt), or even curse a few humans just for the heck of it, but they were incapable of big things.
The upside of things was that since wizards were not considered adults until they found their 'match', they stopped ageing in their twenties... But who would want to live for a long time while not even being able to use half of the power they had?
Fools, some said.
And Min Yoongi was one of them. In all genuine honesty, if he could avoid looking for whatever pest that he was supposed to bump into randomly (like his mother) or accidentally create (like his stupidly talented friend forever well, he was going to.
Even if that meant that he could not even heat up coffee without using up all the energy he had for the whole day.
(so maybe, human inventions like the stupid expensive coffee maker that he had bought a few months back were not so stupid.)
Now, Yoongi has been alive for twenty-five years – but did not look any different from when he just turned twenty. Maybe it was just genetics (he was still in his twenties after all), but being a wizard and all, he decided that he had just achieved immortality.
Of course, it was annoying that he was not nearly as powerful as he could have been, but was it really a good idea to find another complete being to take care of? Responsibility was something he loathed as it came along with tedious tasks like, caring, for example.
And honestly, he did not do caring. Yes, he tolerated his friends, but they were different.
Familiars tended to be pesky little brats that needed to be loved and held – like his uncle (his mother's best friend that really, used to be nothing but a dog that followed her home until one day she just turned him into a human because well, she was pretty good at that stuff), or like Jin, his best friend's fairy who needed to be reassured nearly every day that yes, he was the most beautiful winged creature ever.
According to Yoongi, he was not.
So yeah, he definitely did not need a runt to follow him around and beg for his attention every single moment of the day. And while he was not very strong – and he was constantly exhausted – that was mostly because of who he was, not because of the fact that he had not found a familiar yet.
Yoongi was (a little) lazy, and he was quite content that way.
So why was he talking to his mother about that again?
“Honey, you know that I just want the best for you,” she said, twisting long strands of silver hair around her fingers, a sign that she was getting exasperated by her son.” Things just get so much easier when you find that one person – or animal, even! You like cats, don't you? So why not try and adopt one and see if it could work for you?”
“Mom, with all due respect, I genuinely don't think I could keep a cat alive.” the wizard fought the urge to roll his eyes, glancing at the bunch of now-dried out cacti he had gotten from his mother a few months back to make him feel more at home after he had moved out. Before, he had no idea it was possible to kill such plants but well..
He had managed just fine.
“Well, that's what you think. If you can remember to feed yourself, I'm sure you'd remember to give it some food, too.” His mother snapped back, ice-blue eyes showing annoyance that rivalled his own.” Do you really want to live this way forever?”
“I mean, I get to be lazy for as long as I want to be? Sounds better than growing old and dying.”
“We still live longer than humans, you know that,” that was true, but even now, he could see wrinkles on his mother's face and her skin was paler now, frame smaller than ever before. She was still fairly young, but...”
“Maybe I was meant to be alone. I like it, and it's not like there's any dogs or cats following me home whenever I leave the house.”
“You barely ever do. You're not even giving yourself the chance, Yoongi.” Luckily for the younger, it was time for his mother to head back to the small potion-shop she ran. She let out a sigh as she stood up, kissing her unwilling son on the forehead.”I just know that you were born for more, love. Even if you yourself don't think so..” she said before smiling.” Don't forget to drop by the shop tomorrow, your father will be coming, too.”
Yoongi nodded with a sigh but still followed her out the door – as he always did, a scowl on his face but still love in his eyes. “I won't, Mom. See you tomorrow.”
“See you, honey. Love you,” and if she heard her son repeat those two words, she said nothing as she closed the door behind herself.
The young wizard plopped down on his couch once more, looking around in his way-too bare living room. It was all greys and browns that he detested, the apartment came this way and well, he was too lazy to repaint it. The sole perk of the semi-large living space were the floor to ceiling windows that were wide open right now. It was late in the afternoon now, the wind getting chilly as he just sat there.
He was ready to doze off, even though he was a little cold – having a blanket on the couch had been a good idea, really – but then, an odd, high-pitched screech tore woke him up.
There was a dragon (tiny, but still a dragon!) with golden scales and big black eyes on his floor, small wings flapping as it was trying to lift itself back into the air.
It failed.