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Minho watched the pendulum swing. And swing. And swing.
He glanced at Jeongin, who was watching the pendulum with pursed lips. Finally, he curled his fist and captured it, blessedly putting it out of Minho's sight.
Minho raised an eyebrow at the same time as Jisung asked, "All done? What's the verdict?"
Jeongin straightened up, contemplating the two of them as they sat on the couch.
"Well. The good news is that it's temporary."
"And the bad news?"
"'Temporary' meaning about a week."
Jisung let out a loud groan. "A week? And there's nothing you can do about it?"
Jeongin hummed thoughtfully. "Not without knowing the spell she used, no. How did you get yourselves cursed blind and mute, anyway?"
Minho glanced over at Jisung, who was looking straight ahead, blinking occasionally. If it weren't for the fact that he was staring right past Jeongin, one wouldn't be able to tell that he was currently blind.
Jisung crossed his arms. He was blinking erratically and at irregular intervals. It made no difference to him whether his eyes were open or closed, and it disoriented him that the motion wasn't working as it usually did.
"They didn't take well to our negotiation efforts. There was a witch involved."
"I figured," Jeongin deadpanned, then put a hand to his forehead. "Still, how could you allow her to curse you?"
"We're not witches! We're not immune to their spells like some people are.", Jisung protested.
"You're a mage, hyung."
"And hyung's a banshee. Your point?"
Jeongin made a sound of realization. "Is that why she chose muteness and blindness? Did you tell them hyung's a banshee?"
At that, Minho gave their youngest a look. They weren't stupid.
"Of course not!", Jisung replied indignantly, "We're not stupid. And I don't think they knew. Male banshees are too rare for them to guess. Besides, I don't think they cared. The spell was originally meant to be stronger, but it hit both of us and dispersed into what it is now."
Jisung was gesturing as he explained, hands flying a little too close to Minho's face. He tapped the younger on the arms so he'd watch out.
Jeongin's forehead creased in worry. "You think she was aiming for more damage?"
"Honestly? Yeah."
Minho nodded in agreement.
"Why are they so aggressive, though?"
"Beats me. Maybe they're hiding some kind of treasure in their territory."
Jeongin hummed once more, gaze flicking between Minho and Jisung. "Chan-hyung's not gonna like this."
Jisung let out a snort. He could feel Minho moving beside him. "Is Minho gesturing? I feel like he's gesturing."
"He is.", Jeongin confirmed, "But I have no idea what he's saying. He just pointed at me, then at the two of you, and then out the window."
"Ah," the mage intoned after a moment, "I get it. He's saying Chan was the one who sent us."
He could feel Minho moving beside him again and looked over habitually, only to be met with more darkness. Jisung released a sigh. "Jeongin-ah, you gotta describe to me what he's doing."
"Looking disgruntled and slightly confused."
"So, like he always does?", Jisung joked. A sharp tug on his ear made him yelp. "Sorry! Sorry, hyung, I know you can hear us. But I can't see either of you, and you can't speak, so unless someone tells me what's going on, I feel like I'm missing 70% of the conversation."
Minho released a small huff, shifting on the couch.
"He's typing on his phone," Jeongin informed him, "Oh. Hyung says he has no idea why Chan sent the two of you."
"Yeah, actually!", Jisung agreed, "That's an excellent question! We're not exactly the most diplomatic ones here."
"Yeah, but you're a mage and a banshee. There's no competition or bad blood between you and anyone out of their group."
"Well.", Jisung replied, crossing his arms and leaning back into the couch, "There'll be plenty of bad blood between us after this!"
Minho nodded in agreement, which Jisung could feel from how close they were sitting and how vigorously Minho was nodding his head.
"To be fair, we really didn't.", Jeongin said.
Jisung frowned to himself. "What?"
"Ah, sorry. Hyung's saying we didn't know they had a witch in their midst, which we truly didn't. Maybe then Chan-hyung would have sent Seungmin and me."
"Ah, well. Better us than you two.", Jisung replied with a wave of his hand, "We have to watch out for the younger ones."
"You have, like, one week on Seungmin."
"And half a year on you! Don't think I don't notice you dropping the honorifics!"
"You also dropped them just now!"
"I'm also your hyung, you brat!"
Minho tapped Jisung on the arm in rapid succession. Judging from the yelp Jeongin let out, he'd also been subjected to Minho's brand of scolding.
"Sorry, hyung.", Jeongin mumbled.
"Which one?"
Jeongin groaned. "How are you the one between you two who needs muting when Minho-hyung's the banshee?"
Jisung clapped himself on the shoulder. "It's my charm."
Minho released an amused huff. Jeongin let out a hum and Jisung really wished he could see his facial expression.
"Well," the youngest finally said, "Nothing we can do about it now. You'll just have to deal with it."
"Thank you for your empathy," Jisung commented.
Jeongin made a noise of disagreement. "I'm sorry. I'd help you if I could, but we'd either be risking making it worse or taking longer to figure it out than it will take for the spell to fade."
He couldn't see Jeongin, but at least Jisung could hear the sincerity in his voice. "It's fine, Innie, we know."
Jeongin watched as Minho nodded in agreement and Jisung habitually looked around the room, only to scrunch in his nose in frustration when he was left with no visual input.
Minho waved his hand to get Jeongin's attention, then mimicked eating before getting up and heading for the kitchen.
"Where's he going?", Jisung asked, perking up at the shift in weight on the couch.
"Getting food. Making food? Not sure."
Minho held up two fingers. "The second one.", Jeongin voiced.
"Ah, wonderful! I'm starving!"
"I bet. The spell must have drained a good portion of your energy," Jeongin mused, looking down at the pendulum in his hands.
He really wished he knew how to help his friends, but he was a relatively young and inexperienced self-taught witch with a startling lack of resources. Which was why they had sent Jisung and Minho in the first place.
"Hyung, do you need help?", Jisung called out.
Minho peeked out of the kitchen to direct an exaggerated frown his way, gesturing at his eyes and waving his hands chaotically.
"Have you ever thought of inventing a Lee-Minho-to-human-speech-translator? Some spell that'd voice his thoughts or translate his expressions?", Jeongin asked his temporarily blinded friend.
Jisung nodded in agreement. "I have. But I learned to understand him before I ever managed to make the spell work. Maybe I should get back to working on it."
"Please do. Anyway, I think hyung's saying that you'll cause more damage than help if you join him in the kitchen right now."
Minho made an affirmative gesture and returned to the kitchen. Jisung shrugged, though not without resignation. "Fair enough. If I tried to make something float right now, I'd probably transport it straight out the window."
"Or hit hyung with it.", Jeongin agreed, "You can use your powers though, right?"
"Yang Jeongin! Who do you take me for? Of course I can!"
Jisung promptly demonstrated by making the coach pillows float and summoning a snowball in his hands. He raised his hand as if to toss it, but aborted the motion and waved his hand, making the snowball disappear again.
"I could use my powers in my sleep if I wanted to.", he said as if Jeongin needed the reminder, "But I probably shouldn't risk anything more complicated while I can't see what I'm doing, if only so none of you freak out."
"How considerate of you," Jeongin agreed, not without sarcasm. "I was mostly double-checking that the witch didn't block your powers in any way."
"Oh. No."
Well, that was good, at least. Still, Jeongin already dreaded telling the others about this. Something occured to him. "How did you get out of there?"
"Us? I summoned a small tornado and we used the chaos to escape. Oh, I used an immobility spell on them, too, but I'm not entirely sure whether I got all of them.", Jisung replied nonchalantly.
Jeongin let out a disbelieving huff. "What was that about not trying anything complicated while blinded?"
Jisung dismissed his words with a wave of his hand. "I didn't really care about the damage to their property. Besides, hyung was there to lead us."
"Is this the bad blood you said we'd have?"
"Oh.", Jisung said and blinked, "No, not what I meant, but I suppose you have a point?"
Jeongin sighed. "You suppose? Okay then."
He'd just tell the others and then let them deal with this. Yeah, that sounded like a plan.
Minho knocked on the doorframe to get their attention and gestured for them to come to the kitchen.
"Hyung's calling us. Let's go.", Jeongin said and offered Jisung a hand, which the other ignored because he couldn't see and then promptly bumped his hip on the armrest.
"Ouch."
Jeongin placed both hands on his shoulders and lead Jisung into the kitchen, pressing him down onto the chair. Jisung sniffed the air noisily.
"I smell dumplings. Did hyung make dumplings?"
"We had some frozen ones left, yeah."
Jeongin accepted the chopsticks offered to him. Minho set Jisung's chopsticks down extra loudly, then paused and gestured at the younger. Jeongin really wished Jisung had finished that Minho-translator-spell.
"Jisung-hyung, can you eat like this?", he attempted to translate Minho's gestures.
"I can certainly try." Jisung patted the table in search of his chopsticks, then picked them up and started searching for the food on his plate.
"That's the table.", Jeongin supplied helpfully.
"Ah. Oops."
Jeongin sighed and lead Jisung's hand to where the food was. "You have five dumplings on your plate and a bunch of side dishes hyung piled on."
Jisung speared a dumpling with his chopsticks and grimaced. "Excuse my table manners, I guess. Where's the dipping sauce?"
Minho made a face that Jeongin translated as Oh hell no and reached over to pick up a dumpling from Jisung's plate, dipping it in the sauce and tapping it against his lips.
Jisung, although surprised, obliged and opened his mouth, chewing on the dumpling happily. "Guesh that workshs too."
"Please swallow your food before speaking."
Jisung saluted in Jeongin's general direction.
Telling Chan had not been fun, especially since Minho was temporarily muted and Jisung's blabbering not very helpful.
The others had been trying to hold their laughter in the background, which had also not helped.
Jeongin felt almost sorry for Chan, who looked as if he needed a month-long all-inclusive vacation far away from the seven of them. Not that Jeongin could blame him. It was true, most likely. Chan would only benefit from it.
The very next morning, he had been ready with a plan on how to proceed and somehow managed to secure all sharp and pointy corners in the house so Jisung didn't run into them.
Not that that was too much of a hazard, seeing how someone was always hovering around Jisung to make sure he didn't trip, fall and die. More than usual, that was.
"Should we go after the witch to find out what the exact spell she used was?", Changbin was musing in the middle of the living room, "Or just wait it out?"
"I think it's easier to just wait it out," Seungmin replied. "I agree with Innie's assessment that it will disperse after a week, give or take."
He shot Jeongin a small smile, which made the younger preen with pride. Seungmin was his friend, his family, but also his mentor.
"Give or take how much?", Jisung's voice interrupted.
He entered the living room together with Minho, who had an arm slung around his shoulders to keep him from running into things, which Jisung already did most days with his sight unhindered.
Seungmin opened his mouth to reply, but Jisung was already waving a hand in the air. "Don't answer that, you'll just tell me to wait and see. Either way, it's fine, we can manage for a week. Right, hyung?"
They sat down on the couch and Minho tapped his shoulder twice, nodding in agreement.
"See? The risk is not worth it. Let's figure out where else to scout materials. Something tells me our witch friend and her clan are not willing to share."
"Evidently," Felix agreed, nodding along, "But I have no idea where else to look. Hyunjin can probably get us some moondust and sparkles of sunlight, but the herbs will be a problem."
Hyunjin nodded in agreement and stretched, translucent wings flickering into view. "I do value my ability to fly. And your potion-making skills, of course."
Seungmin moved his head from side to side thoughtfully. "My reserves are almost depleted. If we want to keep our medicines and potions stocked, we need those herbs."
"Maybe Lix can serenade someone into helping us out?", Jisung suggested, which earned him a jab from Minho.
"It's... not a bad plan.", Seungmin reasoned. He handed a glass of water to Jisung, instructing him to drink it. It was brewed with herbs, traces of which were accumulating at the bottom of the glass.
Jeongin turned to him with wide eyes. "Not a bad plan? Hyung. Please, don't make me become the reasonable one here."
Felix let out a chuckle. "Don't worry, Innie, I don't think I could siren anyone into helping us if they already hold a grudge against us."
"Which the clan with the resources definitely does," Jisung agreed, nodding.
Minho opened his mouth to say something, then remembered he couldn't and pulled out his phone, instead. He presented the screen to Chan, who read through the note with a furrow in his brows, then considered the idea.
"Huh. That could work."
"What? What did I miss?", Jisung asked, looking around on instinct. His nose scrunched in frustration.
"Minho's suggesting asking the nearby dokkaebi clan for help."
Jisung started coughing, choking on his water. Minho reached over to hit his back, if only because it was fun to do so.
"The idea isn't that bad.", Changbin argued with amusement tugging at his lips.
"Sorry, sorry.", Jisung wheezed, "It's not the idea, it's the water. By the heavens, Kim Seungmin, what did you put in here? Poison to finish me off?"
He swirled his water and grimaced when it swapped over, wetting his hand. Jisung made a motion with his free hand and the droplets collected in the air before flying off towards the direction of the kitchen.
"That's a handy trick you got there," Chan commented, "Didn't know you could clean with your magic."
"I can do a lot of things with my magic, hyung," Jisung replied, grinning. "I just choose not to."
"Brat," Seungmin told him.
"Yah! I'm older than you! And you're the one putting poison in other peoples' drinks!"
"It's herbs to promote your sense of smell, but go off."
Before the two of them could argue any further, Jeongin clapped his hands and gestured at Minho and Chan to go on.
"Please elaborate. Since when are we friends with the dokkaebi?"
"We aren't," Hyunjin reasoned. "But we're also not enemies. We're neutral, I guess?"
Minho gave a small huff, then pointed at himself.
"What's he doing?", Jisung asked.
Jeongin groaned. "Next time, ask the witch to put the muteness curse on you. Literally none of us have had time to translate yet."
"Just pointing at himself.", Felix supplied helpfully, "Which, I guess, means hyung has dokkaebi friends?"
Minho nodded proudly.
"Literally how, when, where?," Hyunjin asked, throwing up his hands in question.
All Minho did was shrug. Jeongin would attribute it to his temporary muteness if it weren't for the fact that Minho would most likely do the same even if he still had the ability to speak.
Chan moved his head side to side in consideration, then nodded. "Let's do it. Minho, do you think you can negotiate something?"
Minho shot him a look. Jeongin guessed what that meant, but Jisung was faster in voicing it. "Bet he wouldn't have suggested it otherwise."
Minho tilted his head at him as if to indicate 'What he said', but Jisung didn't see and simply continued, "We should get to it as soon as possible, then."
"We will.", Chan agreed, phone already in his hands, "As soon as Minho tells me how to reach out to his dokkaebi friends and what we should be prepared for before meeting with them."
He handed Minho his phone and the latter started typing away.
"Great. Just warn me before we're going," Jisung said, crossing his arms and leaning back against the headrest.
"You aren't going anywhere," Chan told him calmly.
The gasp of disbelief that followed was expected, yet Hyunjin still startled next to Jisung.
"What do you mean, I'm not going? Of course I'm going!"
"Remind me who messed up the last negotiation, again?", Seungmin replied with a deadpan.
Jisung turned to look in Seungmin's general direction, stabbing an accusing finger at him, which Changbin barely had time to dodge. "That was not on us, and you know it. Besides, Minho's going. He has to, the dokkaebi are his friends. Contacts. Whatever."
"That's correct.", Chan agreed, every bit as calm as before, "But you're better off staying home until the curse has worn off."
Jisung crossed his arms petulantly. "Being blind doesn't make me useless."
Minho elbowed him. Chan gave a small sigh. "That's not what I'm saying and you know that. But you're not used to faring without your eyesight and we cannot risk you tripping over a dokkaebi because you can't see them. I'll go with Minho. That should be fine, right?"
Minho nodded an affirmative. Jisung gnawed at his lower lip, looking troubled, but said nothing more in protest. There was no point to arguing and he knew it.
Seungmin and Jeongin shared a look. The curse couldn't be easy on either of them, but Jisung in particular was lacking the certainty and assurance that came with having his family in his sight and being able to visually confirm that they were alright. With Minho, he couldn't even get a vocal confirmation. Having him out of his reach had to be akin to him not existing at all. Jeongin shuddered just thinking about it.
Changbin put a hand on Jisung's head and carded his fingers through the younger's hair. "They'll be fine," he told Jisung simply.
"I know that," Jisung replied, shoulders slumping. The pout never left his face, though.
Minho glanced his way and opened his mouth to say something, then remembered he couldn't and settled on placing a hand on the younger's shoulder, instead.
For all their sakes, Jeongin hoped that this curse would fade sooner rather than later.
Jisung was making a mess of his kimbap as he felt around for it blindly and dunked it in soy sauce, but at least there was no risk of him stabbing his eyes out with chopsticks. Occasionally, Felix reached over to rearrange his kimbap for him. Changbin fed him side dishes whenever he felt like it, but he did so with such distraction that he forgot to warn Jisung every now and again.
Hyunjin looked torn between laughing and sighing at the sight and Seungmin was busying himself with his notes, food already finished and dishes pushed to the side.
Waiting for someone to return from one outing or another was always a tedious game of killing time and worrying, partly because clashes happened (and sometimes resulted in curses like Minho and Jisung had been subjected to) and partly because they were a clingy lot with complicated backstories and separation anxiety, Jeongin could admit that much.
The clock ticked on audibly. It was that quiet in their kitchen. Any other day, someone would remark on it. They had a tendency to bring noise and chaos everywhere they went.
Finally, after what felt like days rather than hours, the electric lock on their door chimed. The six of them wasted no time getting up and venturing into the hallway to welcome their hyungs back.
Jeongin couldn't deny the relief he felt at seeing them uninjured and grinning in triumph. "I take it your meeting went well?"
"If anyone's cursed, you better tell us now," Seungmin commented dryly.
Minho waved him off and made a beeline for Jisung, who was clinging to Changbin, blinking irregularly and frowning at nothing in particular. He tapped Jisung's shoulder twice as Chan said, "No, we're perfectly fine. No additional curses to report."
"I sure fucking hope so," Felix muttered.
"So?" Jisung asked, one hand now gripping Minho's sleeve, "How did it go?"
Chan smiled victoriously. "We got everything we need. What's more, we managed to strike a few more deals both our sides should benefit from. I just need to deliver some of the things right away. You know, before they think we've betrayed the deal and come to hunt us down."
"You say that so casually," Hyunjin marveled. "Do you need help bringing said things there?"
"Greatly appreciated. Are you ready to go right away?"
"Just give me a minute to get dressed," Hyunjin replied and scurried into his room.
"Glad that's solved," Changbin said. "Let's never deal with that other clan again."
"Oh, I am very much in favor of this idea," Jisung informed them.
"As are we all," Jeongin agreed dryly. He could live without having his family cursed again, please and thank you.
Seungmin rapped his fingers against the wall. "Your curse should fade within the next 48 hours, too."
Jisung groaned. "I hope so. This sucks."
Next to him, Minho nodded empathetically.
"For all of us, if I may say so," Seungmin commented.
Jisung shot a dark look in his general direction. "Don't you even start. You get to hand me weirdly-flavored water under the pretense of helping me adjust to this. Me? I get to drink your poison-like drinks that do nothing to lift this curse and are therefore useless."
"They are medicinal herbs-"
"With 'healing properties' and 'a pinch of magic', I know. Some helpful magic that is," Jisung interrupted, making a talking gesture with his hands and pouting at the end of his outburst.
Seungmin scowled at him. Chan stepped in before things could escalate further.
"Stop bickering, you two. We're all hoping that the curse disappears soon and that's all there is to it. Alright?"
Minho tipped his head in Chan's direction to show his agreement, then tapped Jisung's shoulder twice and dragged him into the living room.
Seungmin brushed his bangs out of his eyes and retreated into the kitchen, closely followed by Changbin, who was already blabbering about how hungry he was and Felix, who followed because he had nothing else to do, apparently.
Hyunjin peaked out of his room, surveying the hallway dramatically. "Has the fake-fighting ended? Is it safe to venture out?", he whisper-shouted.
Jeongin shared a look with Chan and shrugged. Chaos as usual.
Despite Jisung's insistence that Seungmin's potions were useless and them evidently being so in terms of the curse that still affected him, Jeongin watched the very next day as Seungmin came into the living room for the second time in as many hours and handed Jisung a glass of lightly green-tinged water, which the other grimaced at but drank without complaint.
It even had a straw in it, which Seungmin directed Jisung's hand towards so the other wouldn't spill the contents or accidentally stab himself in the eye.
Jeongin glanced at Minho, who gazed back at him steadily. Finally, the other gave a small grin and rolled his eyes, right shoulder lifting in a shrug. Even after two years of living with them, some intricacies of his family's relationships and dynamics remained a mystery to Jeongin.
"Minho, he's trying to poison me," Jisung commented at that moment, only to go right back to sipping his apparently poison-flavored water.
"Tempting," Minho mouthed at Jeongin, which made the youngest snort.
"I heard that," Seungmin called from his room.
"I meant that," Jisung called back.
"Hey, hyung," Hyunjin announced his presence in the doorway. Behind him, Felix slid into sight on his fuzzy socks. "Did the curse make your eyesight sharper?"
Minho frowned at Hyunjin minutely, then shook his head. He tipped his head to the side in a clearly questioning manner.
Hyunjin shrugged. "Just wondering. You know, since Jisung can't seem to shut up ever since he's been cursed blind."
"That suggests he's ever been able to shut up in the first place," Jeongin pondered.
Jisung inhaled to argue, but Minho quickly slapped a hand over his mouth and used the other to tap his nails against the glass Jisung was holding. The instructions were clear and the younger returned to sipping his potion with the most sulking look Jeongin had ever seen on an adult.
"Leave my child alone," Chan said, amusement tinging his voice.
Felix jumped. "Hyung! Where did you come from?"
"The forest. Now, what did I say about bickering?"
"You do realize we're not actually your children, right?", Hyunjin asked, "Right?"
Minho shot him a look in response that, frankly, spoke volumes.
"With the way you lot act sometimes, it's hard to believe I didn't pick a bunch of kindergarteners to join my clan," Chan mused, then left the room as quietly as he had entered.
By the same time the next day, everyone was eagerly awaiting the moment the curse finally lifted. If both Seungmin and Jeongin's predictions held true, the end of their suffering was near.
When it finally did happen, it seemed as if Jisung needed a moment to process what was happening. Jeongin perked up when the other started blinking erratically, gaze jumping around the room.
"What is it?", Minho asked, his voice cracking at the end. He grimaced and cleared his throat. "Ugh. I need water."
Jisung and him froze at the same moment, heads whipping around to look at each other.
A grin spread on Jisung's lips. "Hyung!", he cheered, jumping up from where he was sitting on the floor and looking at everyone present in the room, "Finally!"
"I take it the curse is gone?", Chan asked with a small, relieved smile.
"Never again," Minho said, then extended a hand and made a beckoning motion. "Water, someone?"
"Get your own water. What are we, your servants?", Hyunjin told him. Felix, who had gotten up at Minho's first water comment and was now standing in the living room with a glass of water in his hands, froze and made a face.
Jisung ceased his jumps of joy to wave his hand. The glass of water came floating towards Minho.
"See? This is why I have favorites and you're not one of them," Minho told Hyunjin with a smirk, sipping his water and making an obnoxiously loud sound of appreciation.
Felix grinned at that, skipping over to hug Jisung. "Sunshine twins supremacy!"
Hyunjin crossed his arms. "You're not actual twins. Your birthdays aren't even on the same day."
"It's close enough," Jisung waved him off.
"With the curse lifted, will Jisung talk less now?", Seungmin deadpanned.
"Keep dreaming," Minho replied.
"Hyung!"
"What? I'm not complaining. In fact, I encourage you to annoy Kim Seungmin in every way possible."
"This is what I left my coven for,",Seungmin said, shaking his head to himself.
"You love us," Changbin told him with a shit-eating grin.
Seungmin made a face. "Why, I wonder."
Jeongin wondered the same, actually, but couldn't deny the truth behind that statement.
"Let's agree on not getting cursed again, shall we?", Chan stepped in, clapping his hands.
Minho raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, my bad, didn't mean to step into the curse's path."
It was clearly intended to be a sarcastic statement, but Jeongin remembered a small detail from their conversation on the day the curse had happened and turned to face Minho.
"Is that why it hit you both?"
Minho froze. Jisung cleared his throat. Felix stared at Jeongin.
"What do you mean?"
"Anyway," Minho interrupted them, shooting Jeongin a sharp look, "I'm hungry. Anyone else hungry?"
Predictably, Changbin raised his hand. As did Jisung. "I can finally eat by myself again without risking a whole mess and a stabbed eye. Hungry or not, I want to eat!", he declared.
Jeongin wisely kept to himself that Jisung was at risk of doing all of the above even without any curses aiding him in doing so.
Seungmin rolled his eyes. "You fell for the oldest trick in the book," he told Changbin, but added, "I could eat, too, though."
"Great. Then you're helping me in the kitchen," Minho announced.
"Why me?", Seungmin shot back.
Minho looked at him. Looked at Changbin and Jisung. Looked back at Seungmin.
The younger sighed heavily. "I see."
"So do I!", Jisung cheered, even though they were talking about two different things. Hyunjin came to the same conclusion and facepalmed. Chan just watched it all happen with practiced calm.
Jeongin smiled to himself. Evidently, there were no curses needed to invite chaos into their home. He felt for the pendulum that hung around his neck and thanked whichever higher powers existed for having found his way to these people, chaotic as they may be.