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Bewitched | JJK

In a world where magic pulsed quietly beneath the surface, he showed up. Too curious. Too kind. And maybe just a little too familiar. The closer he got, the harder I pushed him away. And in this place built on secrets, even the smallest spark can unravel everything. Maybe having him by my side isn’t that bad…

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: WITCH!! Fluff(?) matured(?), fantasy, angst(?) slow burn, hate->?

This is a work of fiction. Events, characters, and depictions are entirely imagined and do not represent the real-life actions or personalities of any real individuals, including the idols mentioned.

A/N: Reader is MEANY MEAN at first (?) I like my oc's a girlboss hehe ^^

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“What do you mean I have to take care of… it? I’m not a babysitter, you know?” I huffed as I eyed the man—who is twice my size, if I must say. But knowing myself, no matter how big he is, it didn't matter. With a simple spell, he could be flying out of my house now. He had his bag on his shoulder, and the other two bigger bags on his hands. He really seemed like he planned to live here—as if I'd let him!

This place is my sanctuary, definitely not for someone like him.

“I'm 26 years old… not a baby,” he muttered, which made me roll my eyes.

“Well, I’m 248 years old. Do I look like I care?,” I replied as I smiled at him mockingly.

His eyes widened as he met my gaze in a snap. I raised a brow at him, analyzing why he would react like that. If my trusted ally brought him here, he wouldn’t have reacted like that.

Jin cleared his throat to get our attention. “I’m not asking you to babysit him. I’m telling you to let him stay here and teach him some of your spells. Just enough that he could protect himself,” he said calmly, but his tone had that authority I’ve always known.

His statement made me pause and think. Crossing my arms, I eyed the youngest again. “Are you sure he’s… a witch? I don’t sense any mana in him.”

“There’s more than meets the eye, Y/n,” he said with a deep chuckle, smirking briefly before it fades right away. “And he’s a half-blood.”

I let out a loud laugh upon hearing his last statement. “A half-blood? Which moron would fall for a trap and fall for a… human?” I uttered with pure disgust, especially on the last word.

Laughing like there’s no tomorrow, Jin cut me off by the name I made sure I won’t hear again. “Lyra. His mother is Lyra while his father is a man-”

“Who betrayed her. You know I know him.” My jaw clenched at the mention of them. Memories of my best friend suddenly flooded my mind, and as for the man… My blood boiled just by hearing about him again. “The great Jeon Hyunsoo… The only human who somehow tricked the leader and made her leave all of us. Turn her back as if we were nothing but old comrades.” I spat, disgusted by the words that were coming out of my own mouth.

Never have I ever thought, after all these years, I would hear from them again. Moreover, seeing their… child.

No wonder he looks familiar...

“W-what do you mean? My dad loved my mom. He would never...” The youngest chimed in, looking at me like a lost sheep.

“Oh, really?” I said before laughing sarcastically. Laughing like a maniac that I had become. “He loved your mom? Hmm… interesting… He loved her enough to betray the clan of her lover…”

Smirking, I walked closer to him, leaving some space—enough that he’d feel my maddening mana. “Say… do you remember seeing me when you were around… eight, perhaps? No? Ever wonder why?” My tone and voice were laced with deadly poison—clinging to the sharp prick of my words.

“Y/n, that’s enough.” Jin said sternly from behind which I completely ignored.

The young half-blood looked at me with uncertainty, shock… with fear, just how I like it. Thousands of questions must be running in his head by now, and who am I to not give him the answers.

Smiling like a creep, I asked him, “Tell me, are you fond of necklaces?”

“N-no…” He breathed, afraid that if he stepped with the wrong foot, he’d vanish through the air.

My brows narrowed while I pouted in a mocking manner. “That’s… sad. Anyways, do you wanna know what my necklace is made of?”

He didn’t utter nor did he breathe. The corners of my lips tugged upward, forming a sadistic smile. A normal human—or any witch who knows me—would have their knees trembling, and they would immediately kneel and bow, begging for my nonexistent mercy.

Even with his fear, he stood still. He surely is the son of Lyra—both are amusingly stubborn. Not even death made her falter. I knew it, because I saw it.

“My necklace is made by hundreds of humans’ and witches' memories. Some asked me to do it so that the pain they felt would be gone, while some were… Let’s say I had no choice but to take a certain memory.”

I stepped back, my grin earlier also faltered. “But do you know the curse of having this ability? I can’t take mine, or else my memory would ruin the others and it will break the necklace. All of the memories will scatter and float around like ghosts. Someone has to keep it. Sometimes, out of boredom, I play those memories like a video—using my necklace as a projector.”

“So… you’re saying that you have a certain memory of mine?” He uttered in disbelief.

“Bingo!” I winked at him, mocking him even more. “You’re not that dumb after all, I guess.”

“Why?! What is it about?” His voice raised a bit. The earlier fearful gaze turned into… something. A flicker of defiance in his eyes as he stepped closer.

Did I see it right? No… It’s impossible. From what I know, I’m the only witch left who has that trait.

“It’ll be better, if you don’t know.” Jin chimed in, stepping to stand in between us.

“He’s right, kiddo. Even though I’d love to torment you with the memories—I can’t. I can’t make you watch it nor give back the memory itself to you.” I shrugged casually before walking away to plop myself on the couch.

“Why?” he asked in a stern tone.

I chuckled sarcastically as I turned on the TV. “I’ve never tried, and… I don’t wanna try. Who knows if the consequence is way worse.”

Sensing that he’d ask more, I murmured a simple spell so that he’d fall asleep. I closed my eyes as I vividly imagined his face before whispering, “Extovea…” (eks-to-vi-yah)

Soon, a loud thud echoed across the room that left me smirking. Changing channels as I couldn’t care less to bother to even check on him. Before I could find something to watch, Jin stepped in front—blocking the screen.

He’s gonna nag, isn’t he?

“Y/n? Really?” Jin groaned and snatched the remote in my hand. “Now I have to carry him to his room,” he said as he glared at me.

With a scoff, I raised a brow and stood up to meet his eyes that bore into me. “What room? I never agreed to let him stay here.”

“Y/n, this is not up for discussion. He'll stay here,” he said sternly, his eyes throwing daggers at me.

“Then why does he have to stay here? Why here?”

“Because you can protect him.”

I took a step back, not expecting him—out of all people— to ask me such a favor like this. “And what made you think that I'd protect his—their child?” I spat as I gritted my teeth.

“Because I know you. You won't let the past ruin the future,” he said, his voice remained neutral and calm.

Hypocrite…

I scoffed, “Fine. Protect him from who exactly?”

I could see the hesitation in his eyes… But why?

“I… I can't tell you yet.”

“Wha—No. Tell me or I'll feed him to the wild boars.”

“Oh, you wouldn't do that.”

I snorted and smirked at him—daring him to push my limits. “We'll see…”

“He can shapeshift into any animal...? The young half-blood asked as he stared at my bruises.

We're sitting in the living room where the situation all started.

He had just woken up from his sweet little nap an hour ago. I told him that if he ever does something stupid, I'd turn him into a frog—good thing he's stupid enough to believe it.

Then I asked him how he met Jin, and no wonder that dirty shapeshifter was away from me for weeks—he had been the kid's pet, a cat, to be exact.

“Yeah… And this is all because of you! He turned into a bird and pecked me nonstop… Witches don't heal like humans do, you know?” I hissed when I dabbed the drenched cotton on the bruises.

Of course he doesn't.

“Anyways, I didn't get your name.”

“Oh- I'm Jungkook…”

“Such an ugly name… I bet your father chose it, huh?” I snorted, trying to focus on my wounds.

His brows twitched before he calmly replied, “My mom did, actually…

Whatever.

I scoffed as I finished treating my wounds.

Jungkook just stared at me the whole time. I didn't know why, but even his breathing irked me so much.

Gritting my teeth, I turned to him and frowned. “What?”

“Aren't you… uh… a witch? Can't you make a potion and heal yourself instead?” he said with a rather genuine curiosity that annoyed me even more.

Patience, Y/n… Jin told you he'd do it again if you won't teach this kid a thing or two.

"Witches don't work like that." I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Okay, listen. Witches have different special traits.

First, Florohex (flor-oh-hex). They're the nature witches. They take care of the balance of nature in this world. Since humans like to destroy anything that breathes. They make potions to plant, or in rare areas they make barriers.

“W-witches do that?” He stuttered as he hesitated—seeming like testing the waters.

I scoffed, annoyed by how much explaining I needed to do. “Humans portrayed us as the ones that destroy everything—the wicked. But, I think you're old enough to know that humans are, right?”

“Well… kinda…I mean, not all.”

“Yeah, whatever. Next is, Faunex (fow-nex). They guard and can communicate with animals. Some can even transform into them—like Jin. They also ensure ecological balance.

Next is the stereotype witch, Nocturex (noc-tuh-rex). They practice black magic.”

“Like, cursing people?”

“Exactly—cursing people. They are the last type of witches you'd want to meet. Don't you ever mess with them, got it?”

Even with fear in his eyes, he nodded—understanding the possible consequences.

“And the last one, is Sanohex (sah-no-hex). They're practically the healers. Can cure everything but can never revive the dead. But the thing is… it's probably the most useless one.”

Jungkook frowned and tilted his head. “Why is it useless?”

It's weird to see that face looking so… naive.

“Because that kind of witch can heal others but not themselves. It's a curse, I think. That's why some use Sanohex as their slaves—a lot have died from it.” I said bluntly as I put away the medicines that I had used. “But Sanohex can heal a fellow Sanohex too.”

“Then… What kind of witch are you?”

I smirked, turning my gaze to him. “Why don't we test my powers on you to know?”

He quickly looked away. It's kinda odd to see a grown man like him looking so scared… or flushed?

As I let out a dark chuckle, I walked away to put the things in the small drawer next to the TV.

“Every witch is born with mana. It is the only way someone could practice these magics. Without mana, no matter how many times you chant a spell or do those ridiculous gestures you see on TV, it'll be useless.” I paused, looking back at him. “Thinking about it… I don't sense any mana in you…”

“How do you know if a person has mana?”

I walked back and sat close to him—where he quickly scooted away, making sure there was enough space for him to escape. I snorted, and got closer to him again. Before he could scoot away again, I forced him to look at me. Grasping his face with both of my hands as I leaned in closer.

“Stay still. Look at my eyes,” I said softly but still had that commanding edge. Jungkook did as he's told, then I asked him, “What do you see?”

“Uh… eyes?”

My patience was wearing thin with this kid. It took more than just courage to keep myself from rolling my eyes at him.

“What color are they?”

His eyes widened—probably because of the realization. “P-purple..?”

“Technically amethyst purple, but sure.” I shrugged before losing my hold onto him and leaning back. “Witches have different types of eye color, depending on their mana or what type they are. Other than that, you'll just feel it. Like… spider sense. Have you watched that movie? Excellent, if I must say.”

Regardless of my babbling, Jungkook remained still—as if looking so confused.

“We're the same,” he uttered.

“Wha-”

“Our eye color—it's the same.”

I snorted, waving him off dismissively. “It's impossible. Witches like me are rare.”

“No, wait,” he said before touching the inside of his eye.

“Oh fuck—What the heck? Why are you taking out your eyeball? Put it back! For fucksake, put it back!!” I snapped as I was too disgusted to even look at him.

He choked on his laugh, and handed me something, but I refused and remained looking away. “If that's your fucking eyeball, keep it.”

“It's not my eyeball. It's a contact lens.”

I slowly turned my gaze to his hand, still frowning disgustingly. “A what?”

“A… contact lens..? You've been living for years and never tried to use one? How do you buy stuffs or go outside without people batting an eye on you?”

I huffed, staring at the thin plastic. “I never had to buy my stuffs, I ask Jin for it. And… I only hangout in safe places.”

“So you've never tried to hang out in crowded places?”

“Yeah, what's so good about it? Especially since there's a bunch of useless humans.”

This time, he didn't suppress it and let out a chuckle, showing his bunny-like smile. He must've gotten comfortable.

But that didn't last.

When my eyes met his, I suddenly felt the surrounding blur. He wasn't bluffing at all. It was true—his eyes are like mine. The only thing is… it's only the left eye, the other one remains black like the ones humans have.

In a beat, I came closer to him—pushing him that made his back hit the backrest. I pinned him to the couch and leaned in closer, staring deeply in his eye.

His laugh died out and his breathing hitched.

“Why are your eyes like that?” I asked sternly.

“I-I don't know… It's been like this since I was born,” he said softly, his eyes flickered to my lips.

“Impossible… Lyra is a florohex… Y-you can't…” My words faltered and my hold on him loosened. I stood up, pacing back and forth as I tried to think of every possible reason why I didn't sense it right away.

I stopped my track, looking back at him. I met his innocent gaze—contrast to my icy glare. “Then why the fuck I don't sense your mana?! You've been walking around freely all this time when you're—UGH!”

Sensing my panic, he looked at me confused. “I'm what?”

“You're a Sanohex—like me.”

He gaped, nodding slightly before he replied. “So what?”

I scoffed, “ ‘So what?’ You don't know half of the ability us Sanohex have. If any human or Nocturex find out… You'd be dead—worse, slave.” I paused, only to see his reaction still looking at me with those big doe eyes.

I despise how you got his eyes…

“And the fact that you're a child of Lyra…” I paused, feeling a tight knot in my chest.

and Hyunsoo…

“..doesn't help at all. Is this why Jin brought you here? Because he knows you're a Sanohex?”

He nodded slowly, “M-maybe..? He never really told me why he brought me here.”

I snorted, finding how ironic it is. “What a good kid you are, huh? So you just follow random people?”

“I don't really have much going on in my life, and he said he'll bring me somewhere where I belong...” he uttered softly—still pouting like a sulky child.

“Well obviously, he's a fraud. You don't belong here. Not in my place at least.”

I sat on the couch once again—far from him. With crossed arms, I thought of all possible things that could happen if I kicked him out.

First and foremost, I'll have my peace. Second, I won't have to deal with him nor teach him. And lastly… I won't have to see the face of the constant reminder of where it all went wrong.

But all these excuses are nothing compared to the consequence of him living out there. Because one thing for sure, Nocturex will be out looking for him, and who knows what would they do as they use his limbs for potions—not that I care—or use his ability to do cruel things to other witches…

It'll be like the Midnight Times again.

After a long dreadful silence, my train of thoughts were cut off when Jungkook spoke. “Just… let me stay. Please… Just for a month…”

His words were faint but audible enough to pull me from the abyss of contemplation.

With gritted teeth, I replied as I made up my mind. “Fine… But you'll do as you're told. No buts and especially—no complaining.”

His eyes lit up like a puppy seeing his owner. He nodded as he smiled. “Got it. Oh—by the way… what should I call you? Master?”

I frowned, feeling weird about someone calling me a ‘master’. “Just—just Y/n.”

“Okay… Y/n… Can I ask a question?”

Raising a brow, I replied, “Already?”

Jungkook rubbed his nape as he looked away. “You told me you're 248 years old, right?”

“Yeah? What about it?”

“You… weren't lying about it..?”

He believes that I'm a witch, but not about my age? Kids these days...

“Why would I lie about my age like some teenager wanting to watch porno?” I deadpanned.

“H-how come you look so… young?”

Ah… I see…

Instead of answering right away, I stood up and walked towards him. He watched my every move as I did so. When I'm right in front of him, he looked up at me with the same naive, wide-eyed doe eyes. I smirked as I crouched down—enough that our faces were inches apart.

“What? Are you…” I paused, leaning even closer that I saw how his eyes flickered to my lips then back to my eyes again. “attracted to me?”

His Adam's apple bobbed, and immediately looked away. “Wha—Why would I be attracted to a granny,” he said as he scoffed.

Did he just scoff at me? Called me granny?

Jungkook’s eyes widened—probably at the realization of what he did and called me, but my grin only widened.

I traced his cheek down to his jaw with the back of my hand. “You know what?.. I think you're right. I'm starting to look like a granny again… Your skin is soft, by the way…Oh- Do you wanna know how I keep my youthful face?”

I knew how much my touch affected him and sent a shiver to his spine by how his breathing hitched. He hesitated but faced me anyway. “H-how..?” he asked, gulping once again, seemingly finding it hard to speak without stuttering.

My hand went downwards toward his chin, tilting his head a bit. “With a cauldron… I heat up a lot of water…” My voice that was once soft went stern with my next words—wanting to scare and mock him more. “and boil the young half-bloods. Peel their skin after, then eat it.”

His eyes went wide. His body froze—eating my bullshit once again.

I leaned back, laughing out loud as I genuinely enjoyed his reaction. It might be the first time in a while someone made me laugh like this.

How can someone be so naive?

I clutched my stomach as it started to hurt from laughing so much. “You should've seen your face—wait—my stomach hurts.”

He frowned and stood up, “Then—were you lying about your age too?”

My laughter soon died out as I noticed how he easily towered over me. I sighed, looking at him deadpan. “Why are you so curious about my age—”

He cut me off before I could even finish my snarky reply. “Just— Earlier… you seemed like you know my parents a lot… So, I was wondering how you knew them that much when you look…like the same age as me. I've never seen you my whole life…”

“I really seem like I know a lot about them, don't I? I thought I knew them… I was wrong. Besides, it's in the past. I don't really care about them anymore.” I bluntly said as I shrugged, hoping he'd drop the topic.

Despite my flat reply, he remained unfazed and curious about it. Standing on his ground, he looked at me pleadingly—so eager to hear some answers.

“So, you knew them? Were you close? How come they never mentioned you once?”

If you only knew how much I want to sew your mouth… Be thankful to Jin, half-blood.

I snorted. “They didn't, huh? That… Well, I'm not really expecting anything from them. But yeah, let's say, we were friends… Also, I told you, we met once. I just erased your memory of it.”

“Why?”

I shrugged again—this time, in a mocking manner—as I grinned at him like a maniac.

“Give me a break, kid. You think you're the only one trying to adapt this new infos? Nuh-uh. What I feel right now is much worse. Some things are not meant to be answered.”

As I was about to walk away, I couldn't help but answer his earlier question. “Oh—and, us—witches—don't get old. I stopped aging at the age of 25, and you seem like that too.” I paused, as I saw his lost innocent gaze at me. Him biting his lips a bit as he sulkily pouted. “248 years old sounds ancient, huh?… In human years, think of me as 24 years old…”

I huffed before turning my back at him and walked away—not giving him the chance to respond. I locked myself up in my room and threw myself on the bed.

“Why did I suddenly feel the need to empathize with him…” I mumbled, and before I knew it, I fell asleep.

(Jungkook POV)

<1 month ago>

After I resigned from my shitty job, it's been a while and I've been applying for another—better—job everywhere but none of them accepted me. I guess this is what I get for becoming a college dropout.

But was it really my fault? Or was it society's?

I've been lost for a while now—too confused on which path I'd take. The only savings I have left is the only thing that kept me alive.

Walking on the sidewalk, soft light by the lamp post illuminates the dark street. Each step of mine felt heavy as I dragged myself toward the only thing that was left to me. The house that used to be lived in by the three most cheerful souls in the world—our family house.

Actually, if I'd sell the house and lot, I'd get enough money to survive for three more years—but I won't. I promised my mom to keep this house and never leave my dad's side.

But not all promises are meant to be kept. As much as I love my dad, there's no fucking way I’d stay with him on his grave. I mean—of course I visit him and mom from time to time. Besides, why would he need me there when his grave is literally beside her.

That's why the house is the only thing I have that reminds me of them.

When I was younger, they never liked to get us a picture. Even if we did, my mom would immediately burn it. She told me to never keep a picture of us three.

But did I listen? No. I kept at least one; stuck it in my journal to have at least a reminder of their faces—their existence.

As I neared my house, I saw a black cat on my way to it. It looks like it's shivering from the cold, but he also doesn't look like a street cat. His fur was shiny and smooth—as if he was taken care of by the royals.

Thinking about it, he might be lost… just like me.

I crouched down, petting its soft fur. The cat purred at my touch, leaning even more to it. I chuckled, feeling soft at the sight of the cat.

Wait—Aren't black cats considered bad luck? Well… Who am I to say that.. Between me and this cat, I’ve had so much bad luck, I might start producing it too.

“Are you cold, buddy?”

It seemed like he understood me, and jumped to me. I was surprised but caught him just on time. “You like me, don't you?” I chuckled, and stood up with him in my arms, starting to walk again.

I brought him inside the house, putting him down as I went to the kitchen. I took a container and filled it with water and let him drink.

He only sniffed it, walking graciously back to me. “You don't like it? It's water. You can never go wrong with water.”

The cat looked up at me, looking at me dead in the eye. I pouted slightly as I lifted him up, and put him in my arms. “Okay, Mr Attitude… You're choosy for a stray cat, huh?”

I walked back to the living room as I plopped myself on the couch—the cat was still in my arms.

“Do you have a name?”

The cat only stared at me.

“Right… That was stupid. Anyways, I should give you one!”

But can I even afford to take care of a cat?

I shook off that thought. I certainly can't just let him stay there freezing.

“Hmm… Let's see… I'm Jeon Jungkook… I should name you after a food—Kimchi! So, it'll be Kimchijeon, get it?” I laughed loudly, and the cat slapped me.

HE SLAPPED ME??

Not even scratch or bite—but slap. Of course since it's a cat, it rather felt like a hard pat.

“Ow… Bad kitty,” I muttered as I frowned at him. “Fine… I'll call you kitty for now since I'm too tired to think of names.”

I put him down the couch and went to my room to get a towel. With a soft towel in my arms when I came back, I placed it around him. I'm not gonna lie, he's pretty much obedient and behave for a stray cat.

“Don't pee nor poop in here, got it?” I said as I pet the cat once again. “Good night, kitty.”

After petting him more, I walked back to my room and threw myself on the bed—too tired from today's event. I sighed as I stared at the wall clock.

9:30… and I haven't even eaten.

“Just breathe today and hope to breathe tomorrow.” I murmured the phrase that I always say whenever I have a hard time. It was my way to keep me sane and keep on going every day. It pretty much works, I think.

Murmuring it a few more times before I drifted off to sleep.

“Just breathe today and hope to breathe tomorrow…”

Weeks have passed, and I was sitting on the couch while watching TV when the electricity suddenly went off.

“Ugh… Shit.” I groaned as I turned to the cat beside me. “Sorry, buddy. No electricity for now…”

The payment was probably due today, and if you ask me? I don't really mind. I knew it's going to happen anyway.

I reached out for my phone and went to my email. Constantly refreshing it to check if I at least passed an interview.

Still, none.

I didn't know if it's because of the headache I've been having for a while, but I heard soft voices chanting in the back of my head.

“Sotamul… Sotamul… Sotamul…” (SOH-tah-mul)

Their chants made me feel like I'm getting hypnotized—even if their voices sound too far away.

“Don't listen to it, kid.”

Another voice brought me back to reality. My head snapped to look where the voice came from since the sound was loud enough—as if the person was literally beside me.

But I found no one.

After those voices, the house fell completely silent. I could even hear my breathing.

“Great. I'm unemployed, my electricity got cut off, and now I'm starting to hear voices… Just great.”

Then just right after I paused, the same voice of a man echoed across the room. “Life's hard, huh?”

I whipped my head to the side where the voice came from, but I still saw no one.

I swear… it sounded so close.

“Hey, eyes down here.”

I did as it said, but all I saw was my cat staring at me.

“D-did you…”

“Boo..?”

My eyes widened, and before I fainted, I heard him mutter, “What a human thing to do. Still amazes me every time this happens.”

When I gained consciousness, my eyes fluttered open. I felt someone poked my cheek, then a voice echoed through my ears.

“Are you awake? Whoa… You guys really have the same eye…”

My head snapped toward the side, only to find a strange man looking back at me. I sat up immediately, shifting into a guarded stance—even though my limbs feel weak. “Who are you?!”

“Calm down, kid. Those stupid witches’ spell is still working a bit on you.”

“Answer my question! How did you get inside?!”

“Ooh… scary,” he muttered, a subtle smirk formed on his lips. “You know me as kitty,” he paused, rolling his eyes before he continued. “but my name is Seokjin. Kim Seokjin.”

“Wha—Are you kidding me right now??”

He shook his head, and replied bluntly. “No. I'm a witch, and I turned into a cat to see if the rumors were true.”

“A witch? Rumors? I-i don't understand—what rumors?”

“That you have a different eye color on your left eye. A rare one, if I must say. But, dear great heavens, you were always not at home and even if you are, I barely see you without your contacts.” He huffed as he crossed his arms.

I didn't put my guard down, still not able to understand what was going on. “I don't believe you.”

“Really?”

Then he took something from his coat that made me even back away. Who knows if he has a gun in there.

He chuckled as he saw my reaction, and then he took it out.

“A stick?”

“It is a wand. Now, watch.”

With a swirling gesture, he uttered a spell and pointed it at the glass of water on the table. The water soon turned red. The glass was a clear one so I saw how it subtly changed to red until it completely transformed.

What..?

He walked towards it, taking the glass and he lifted it up to his lips. “Hmm… A pretty good wine made by a pretty witch. Wanna taste?” he said, offering it to me as he extended the glass.

“No.”

“So you believe me now? Or do you want me to turn you into a frog so you would?”

I frowned, putting my guard down, and sat back on the couch. “Fine.” I sighed as I slowly processed whatever was going on. “But why are you here? Why are you interested in my left eye?”

As I thought he would snidely reply to me, he did the opposite instead. He smiled and sat on the chair across from me. “I'm gonna be honest with you, Jungkook. You're not safe here. Especially since you're alone. Sooner or later, they will find you.”

So that smile was supposed to be a reassuring one…

“Who's 'they' ? Why am I not safe? Who are you exactly?” I tried to ask as calmly as possible, not wanting to show how scared I am right now.

“I can't explain the full details, but all I'm asking of you is to trust me. I'll bring you somewhere you truly belong.”

“Okay… So, she's kinda mean, but trust me, she's a softie behind her rigid armor,” Jin hyung chuckled as he rubbed his nape.

Yesterday, I found out that I'm half witch. To be exact—I just found out that my mom was actually some type of leader of the witches. I also learned that me being a half witch means my mana is twice more powerful than an average witch—given that my mother was also a powerful one.

But weirdly, Jin hyung said he doesn't sense any mana in me, nor do I feel anything odd.

It was still a lot to process, but because of it, I somehow realized why my mom was so strict back then.

After Jin hyung mentally prepared me, we went inside of the house. As soon as we entered, a dagger flew across the room, and nearly hit me—right beside my head to be exact. It got stuck on the wall behind me which left me frozen.

“Where were you?” A voice of a woman echoed across the room.

And as I searched for where the voice came from, my eyes landed on the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. My eyes widened, heart beating fast as if it wanted to burst out of my ribs—I even forgot how to breathe.

Whoa… She's really pretty…

“Yah! Don't you know how I've been craving for buldak??” she exclaimed as she put her phone in front of Jin hyung's face—showing a mukbang video.

It seems like she didn't sense my presence yet as she kept on nagging at him.

“Where were you that you were away for weeks, huh?! Tsk.”

“You're so dramatic. Anyways, I was away because I was sorting some stuff,” Jin hyung calmly replied.

“In this age? What ‘stuff’ were you sorting?” she scoffed as she eyed the man.

Jin hyung shrugged and he pointed at me. “This stuff.”

She turned her head towards me, raising her brow as she did. “And… Wait—Is he a human?”

“He's not. He's a witch. I brought him here because I trust you that you will take care of him.”

She snorted, then eyed me from head to toe. “What do you mean I have to take care of… it?” The way she uttered the last word—I could feel her disgust.

Okay… That was rude…

“I'm not a babysitter, you know?” she added.

Damn… for a pretty woman, she's really mean. Jin hyung was right.

I refrain from scoffing or react anything negatively. I'll be living in here from now on after all. I want to be closer to her—maybe a little too close.

The way she acts so rudely for someone who looks younger than me doesn't sit right.

So, I decided to at least mutter my age to let her know that she should at least give me some respect, and show that I'm at the age where I'm a bit responsible and I won't be a nuisance for the time being that I'd stay here. “I'm 26 years old… not a baby.”

“Well, I'm 248 years old. Do I look like I care?” she sneered.

My eyes widened, not expecting her to say that at all.

248 what?! No wonder she's mean… The last time I worked in a nursing home, old people were mad—mad, at first. They eventually warmed up because who doesn't melt with this face?

Jin hyung cleared his throat. “I'm not asking you to babysit him. I'm telling you to let him stay here and teach him some of your spells. Just enough that he could protect himself.”

Crossing her arms, she eyed me again. “Are you sure he's… a witch? I don't sense any mana in him.”

“There's more than meets the eye, Y/n,” he said with a deep chuckle.

Why don't just Jin hyung say that my left eye is purple?

He smirked briefly before it faded right away. “And he's a half -blood,” he added.

Unexpectedly, she let out a loud mocking laugh. “A half-blood? Which moron would fall for a trap and fall for a… human?” Her words dripped with an immense disgust that made me wonder, Why does she seem like she hates humans that much?

Even with her sarcasm, she kept laughing like there was no tomorrow. But it soon died down when Jin hyung cut her off.

“Lyra. His mother is Lyra while his father is a man-”

“Who betrayed her. You know I know him.” I could see the way her jaw clenched; her eyes having this visible irritation just by the mention of my parents.

They know each other?

“The great Jeon Hyunsoo… The only human who somehow tricked the leader and made her leave all of us. Turn her back as if we were nothing but old comrades.”

Okay… Something bad really happened.

Even though I sensed something wrong, I couldn't help but feel a sting hearing her bad mouth my parents.

I grew up seeing how much they loved each other. No one knows them better than I do.

At least that was what I knew.

I tried to remain calm but it only made me stutter as a result. “W-what do you mean? My dad loved my mom. He would never…”

“Oh, really?” She laughed out loud again before continuing. “He loved your mom? Hmm… interesting… He loved her enough to betray the clan of her lover?”

What is she talking about? What clan?

Hundreds of questions ran through my mind but I couldn't voice them out because the next thing I knew, she was so close to me.

“Say… do you remember seeing me when you were around… eight, perhaps?”

I stood still, holding my breath as she was too close.

We already met each other? What is she talking about now..?

When I didn’t answer, she continued. I could tell by her voice that she wanted me gone. “No? Ever wonder why?”

“Y/n, that’s enough.”

My eyes flicked to Jin and saw how he gripped the bridge of his nose. While on the other hand, the woman in front of me remained unfazed—grinning eerily as she stared at me.

“Tell me, are you fond of necklaces?”

I blinked, confused by her antics—and kinda scared of her at the same time. She’s a powerful witch after all—based on what Jin said, at least.

“N-no…”

Why does my voice keep trembling? Man up, Jungkook!

She frowned as she pouted. I had to bite the inside of my cheek just to suppress my emotion.

It’s unfair how she’s mean and cute… But something really feels off.

“That’s… sad. Anyways, do you wanna know what my necklace is made of?”

I didn’t reply, too scared of what I’ll find out with her next words.

“My necklace is made of hundreds of humans’ and witches' memories. Some asked me to do it so that the pain they felt would be gone, while some were… Let’s say I had no choice but to take a certain memory.”

Wha— Okay… This is getting out of hand.

I frowned, looking everywhere but them. My mind couldn’t fully register what she said as my confusion and curiosity rose.

“But do you know the curse of having this ability? I can’t take mine, or else my memory would ruin the others and it will break the necklace. All of the memories will scatter and float around like ghosts. Someone has to keep it. Sometimes, out of boredom, I play those memories like a video—using my necklace as a projector.”

After a long pause, I found my voice.

“So… you’re saying that you have a certain memory of mine?”

“Bingo! You’re not that dumb after all, I guess.”

As she kept mocking me, I couldn’t help but feel that pit in my stomach—the one I used to feel whenever these things happened. The one that made me fall into a void of madness and made it hard to crawl back. It was a feeling that was too hard for me to explain, but also the feeling that was too familiar—like it clung to me since I was a child.

When I looked back at her, she was already a few feet away from me.

I took a step, glaring at her—no—pleading her to give me some answers.

“Why?! What is it about?”

If it's about my parents, I have to know it.

“It’ll be better, if you don’t know.” Jin chimed in, stepping to stand in between us.

“He’s right, kiddo. Even though I’d love to torment you with the memories—I can’t. I can’t make you watch it nor give back the memory itself to you.” she shrugged casually before walking away to plop herself on the couch.

“Why?” I kept my voice grounded but my fists clenched on my side.

She only chuckled sarcastically as she turned on the TV. “I’ve never tried, and… I don’t wanna try. Who knows if the consequence is way worse.”

As I opened my mouth to reply, a wave of dizziness hit me. Everything sounded so muffled, my limbs felt weak—and before I knew it, I collapsed on the ground.

“B-but… we need you, Lyra. Everyone is dying out there a-and you—you chose him? His kind??”

It's been months since she cut herself off from us—the one she used to call her family. Even I didn't want to ask for help from her, but we knew we'd be too helpless to fight back with the Norturex, especially now that they forged an alliance with the humans.

“I have a family now, Y/n. I have to protect them too,” her voice was grounded, the kind that she only used to talk with the people she considers an enemy—never for me.

“Y/n… please leave. We're sorry,” Hyunsoo pleaded but not one bit it sounded sincere.

I took a step back, my lips trembled as I tried to form my thoughts into words. Frowning, I looked everywhere but them. I felt something flowed into my veins. My vision became blurry, my head hurt so much I couldn't bear it.

This is beyond betrayal.

“But we were your family too!! Innocent witches are dying out there, and all you care about is if your family is too happy to care in the world!!!” I yelled as I felt my mana overflowing in my core.

Turning my hand into fist, I closed my eyes. I felt so hopeless… so alone.

“I trusted you, but you tore me apart.”

The ring in my finger started to crack, and I felt my body starting to heat up too.

As I opened my eyes, I never felt this kind of rage before. It hurts so much, yet it feels good.

“Y-y/n… Calm down… Y-you're turning to—” Lyra's voice cracked, her eyes widened in panic.

My senses became too sensitive; I even heard a small voice coming to the side. I turned my head towards it, and I saw a small child peeking from his bedroom, his big does eyes looking at me with awe and astonishment.

“Wow… you're beautiful…”

“Jungkook, go back inside! Now!” Lyra commanded that made him flinch. “Take our son, I'll take care of Y/n,” she muttered to her husband, but before Hyunsoo could even take a step, I muttered a spell to freeze him on his spot.

“Y/n, don’t.”

She tackled me with her spell as she whipped her wand. I quickly fought back making her stumble.

Never once in a hundred years I had hurt her like that. I didn't know why but I felt that my power overflowed.

No… This is not good…

I snapped my head to the mirror on the side, and my eyes landed on the monster that was looking back at me.

No… This can't…

I felt my chest tighten—worsening the pain that I feel emotionally and physically.

My eyes glowed into deep red, and black lines slowly ran down to my face and body, like a cursed, etched ink.

I felt a hand softly tugging my pinky finger. I looked down on it, only to see the kid's innocent eyes again—looking at me with confusion but the awe in it never left.

“Why are you crying?”

“H-huh?”

I didn't even notice that tears flowed down on my cheeks as I felt my rage overflowing in me more.

I crouched down to meet his eyes, confused by this bizarre kid.

“Aren't you scared of me? I literally just made your mother fly across the room.”

Even my voice sounded so different in my ears. I felt so disgusted.

The kid chuckled a bit before replying. “ I think I'm not. Also, my mom is strong so she'll be fine. But… I don't know about you…” he pouted, his hold on my pinky tightened.

“You're weird. You're not scared of me? With this look? Not even a bit?” My eyes narrowed at him but he looked rather amazed.

“You look like a superhero character I'd see in comics, so why would I?” he cheekily grinned.

I didn't know why, but the longer I had contact with this small human, I felt more at ease. My mind that was cloudy became clear, and so does the ink on my skin.

“Oh- It's gone? Your eyes changed too.” He looked at me in confusion before he cracked a smile again. “You look better in this. You look more of a fairy than a superhero now, though..”

Coming to my senses, I pulled back. “You're weird.”

“But cute?” he grinned.

I let out a soft chuckle as I shook my head.

He's weird… Or maybe it was just me for feeling this calm sensation when we touched.

Taking a step back, I swished my finger as I muttered a spell. “Extovea…”

Soon as he was out of his consciousness, I held my necklace and hovered my other hand on his head. I said the spell three times to make it work and make sure he won't remember anything of this day.

“Scordomemora… Scordomemora… Scordomemora…” (skor-do-me-MO-ra)

The last thing I want—even though I hate his kind—is to traumatize the innocent.

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I should've known since then. You saved me once again.

A/N: Comment your @ if u wanna be added to the taglist^^

A/N 2: I really thought deep and hard bcz the trope might be "weird" but I promise, it won't be. hehe

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