Aren't you afraid of my darkness, my dear?

Aren't you afraid of my darkness, my dear?

Summary: Persephone Keres is a witch with a dark past; she never imagined that a knock on her door from the celebrity and her current boss, Kim Taehyung would lead her right to what she was running from. When she started working for the biggest band in the world as a stylist, she believed she was finally escaping her fate but the Gods had entangled their destinies, and now the only way to survive what was coming was… together.

Genre: fantasy, polyamorous relationship, witches, bts idol au, romance, fluff, angst

Pairing: BTS x Female original character

Rating: Mature (may include violence, sex, smoking, cursing)

Cross posted on Ao3 and Wattpad

CHAPTERS

Chapter 1: I Am a Witch

Chapter 2: Safe

Chapter 3: Shimmering Secrets

Chapter 4: Ears and Tails, Seriously?

Summary: Persephone Keres is a witch with a dark past; she never imagined that a knock on her door from the celebrity and her current boss, Kim Taehyung would lead her right to what she was running from. When she started working for the biggest band in the world as a stylist, she believed she was finally escaping her fate but the Gods had entangled their destinies, and now the only way to survive what was coming was… together.

Genre: fantasy, polyamorous relationship, witches, bts idol au, romance, fluff, angst

Pairing: BTS x Female original character

Rating: Mature (may include violence, sex, smoking, cursing)

Word count: 3.7k+

Cross posted on Ao3 and Wattpad

“Mr. Jung could you please bring him back?” I ask Hoseok.

“Huh?” Is all I get in response. 

“You are his Sunling. If you call him, he has to come.” 

“I don’t even understand what just happened. That was an actual God. Magic exists. And you are a witch.” 

“Yes, and I’m so sorry to dump all this on you like this. I swear Nera and me will explain more, but right now I need you to call for Apollo so he can clarify at least some stuff, then we can see how to proceed.” 

“How do I call for him?” 

“You are directly linked to his magic. He created a connection with you when he granted you his favor, that means that you have a direct channel of communication with him. If you search within you you might feel that connection, it can be like a string or like a rope, try tugging it.” He nods.

“I will try.” He closes his eyes and a soft light starts oozing around him. It takes around two seconds before the tall blond God is standing before him with a pout on his face.

“Dear Sunling, what did I ever do to you? Why fall for the witch’s tricks?” He whines loudly. 

“Oh stop being a dramatic overgrown baby!” Nera swats him again. “And shine some light on the matter.” She laughs at her joke, making Namjoon snicker. 

“Jin is going to love her.”

“Of course he is! Everyone loves me, dear.”

“Oh my god! She is another Jin!” Hoseok calls out. 

“You are all to easy to distract.” The God says casually, inspecting his nails “You are like little kittens… wait, one of you is actually a kitten!! I love it!”

“Please, take pity on all of us. We have had a rough couple of days.”

“Look Seph, I really really wish I could tell you everything, but Hades would absolutely kill me. If he hasn’t discussed this with you, it must be for a reason. What I will do, is talk about what you guys can do with our favors. Because let’s be honest, none of you have been taking advantage of this situation…” He points at Yoongi. “I can call your patron and we can discuss it”

“No! Don’t call Dio…” But it’s to late. Besides the tall blond God, a swirl of what looks like silky crimson wine begins to form, filling the garden with an intoxication tangy smell. From the swirling portal a slim guy with heartbreaking features, pale skin and black curls steps out. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Holding grudges doesn’t look good on you Seph darling.” The newcomer says. Arranging his impeccable dusty pink suit. 

“You painted me purple! I had to go to university looking like a weird grape alien” I stick my tongue out and throw my hands in the air in defeat.

“Psh… It was hilarious!! Wanna try the smurf look next?” 

“You are never going to change, are you Dionysus?!” My huff makes Apollo snicker, which earns him a swat on the arm.

“You witches keep hitting me! I really hope our champions have a little more of respect.” He whines catching Dionysus attention. 

“Oh! Where is mine?!” At the God’s question a shy Yoongi steps from behind Namjoon and waves his hands shyly. 

“Hello, I’m Min Yoongi. I think I might be yours…” The God seems delighted at the sight of the small rapper. 

“My… my… I would have bribed thousands of Pantheons…” he murmurs under his breath and clears his throat, extending his hand. “I’m Dionysus, so glad to meet you little Kitten.”

“Nuhuh.” The other God interrupts “Bastet’s Kitten is the other one.” 

“Is she coming too?”

“Hell no! She is still pissed with me because of what I did to Ra.”

“I think you guys are having way to much fun with the kitten situation…” Murmurs Namjoon making everyone snicker.

“Yes we are big boy! I would enjoy it even more if you had your ears, tho.” The black haired God says with amusement. 

“Oh, he is into that!” Provides Nera making Namjoon groan and hide his face in his hands.

“Grandma Nera I’ve missed you!! Did you already had dinner? And if yes… can you still feed me?” Ne gives a big hug to the Wine God. 

“Of course, I can cook you whatever you want!!”

“Why does he get the food while I get scolded?!” Whines Apollo. 

“Simple, because he is my favorite.”  Responds the old witch.  

The kitchen feels overcrowded with all of us inside. The massive blond God has been trying to steal some food from Nera since she started cooking, only to fail miserably and get hit by the spatula. Several times. 

Yoongi and Dionysus are both standing on the corner, talking in low tones about music. The God fascinated by every word the rapper is uttering, almost like he is hypnotized by his deep raspy voice. I can’t hear exactly what Dionysus says but it creates a wonderful reaction in Yoongi. Slowly a gummy smile starts to decorate his face, his pretty eyes close and his face lights up with a warm glow. Gorgeous. 

“Divine, isn’t he?” Hoseok startles me with his question. 

“Of course. He is a God, you know?” His giggle sounds like melodic wind chimes. 

“He wasn’t the one I was talking about, and I’m pretty sure you know it.” He winks at me, and leaves me sitting on the table with my mouth slightly ajar, he stands next to Apollo, offering his help on stealing some food. Namjoon who is sitting beside me, catches my amusement. 

“He is not very subtle, and loves the endless teasing.” He comments.

“Is he… are they…” I take a deep breath, gathering my courage to ask. “Are Mr. Min and Mr. Jung together? Like Taehyung and Jimin?” I pause, my eyes widening at my indiscretion. “I’m sorry Mr. Kim, it’s none of my business, I shouldn’t have asked.” He lets out a low chuckle. 

“I guess it doesn’t really surprise me you caught on with Minnie and Tae, they are pretty oblivious around each other. Besides the maknaes haven’t stoped talking about you, makes sense they trust you enough to let you know.” He laughs a little. “And to answer your question… Hobi-ah and Yoongi-hyung are a thing. I hope that is not a problem?” I shake my head.

“Just like I told Jungkook, it’s none of my business.” 

“Good.” His smile reassuring, full of endearment. “And please, drop the Mr. Kim and just call me Namjoon. We are connected by some mystical force, I would say we are way past any honorifics.” 

“Okay kids. Dionysus’s food is ready, let’s talk business.” Nera calls.

We all squeeze around the small table. Nera places a dish of pasta in front of the Wine God and because she is a grandma above everything else, she gives all of us -even Apollo- small dishes of freshly baked mini cannolis. My plate if filled with pistachio ones, but on the others there are vanilla, strawberry and I’m pretty sure some hazelnut as well. We all dig into our cannolis, an automatic reaction in chorus of pleased sounds erupts, making Nera grin proudly. 

Dionysus starts speaking with his mouth full of pasta, making his sentence sound along the lines of “Nom noom nom”. Apollo rolls his eyes and takes over. 

“So, I think it’s clear that none of you…” He points at the boys “knew that you carry our favor, which in all honesty is quite weird, but it explains why you haven’t been taking advantage of all the perks that entails.” He pauses to bite his cannoli. “But now that we know and you know… well, we would love to work closely with all of you. This way you can learn how to wield our powers and interwind them with your abilities.” 

“No.” 

“Excuse me?”

“I said no. You are not subjecting this humans… famous, I might add, humans to this world, while linked to me.” My breath hitches a little at the mere thought of that scenario. “It’s not up for discussion. So please help us break this weird ass bond, none of us agreed on. Then they can learn and practice and do whatever you need them to do… away from the danger that entails a bond with me.” 

“I think you are underestimating yourself little witch, do you really not think yourself capable of protecting them?” The Sun God retorts. 

“So that’s what it is, a protection bond? What are they in danger of?” There is pure defiance in my tone. 

“Dear Seph you know, we can’t tell you that right now. But you have to trust us that this is the best option.” Dionysus intervenes, before eating another big mouthful of pasta.

“There is no scenario where this could be called a good option, even less the best option. It’s an unnecessary risk for the boys.” I sigh and plea. “Please just help us break this bond. Then I will leave… quit the job, move to another city, that way they will be safe to practice and develop their gifts with you.” The desperation is dripping from my tone and I’m pretty sure everyone on the room picked it up because, Apollo’s tone has lost all the fiery challenge, all that is left is soft adoration. 

“I know it’s hard for you after what happened with…” Shadows start swallowing the room at his words. “Easy with the shadows squirt, we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want but don’t start pulling that gloomy crap, you know it creeps me out.”

“I don’t want you to quit.” Another voice joins the conversation. “It was such a struggle to get you to work for us. First convincing the label and when they finally accepted, you wouldn’t… we had to pull all the big moves and still you made it so hard. And I knew, I just knew you would be perfect with the job, I knew you would fit perfectly with our team… with us, so I kept pushing. It turned out that I was right, because even tho it has only been a few months, we all have noticed the change.” He pauses, as if considering how to phrase the next part. “They might be small changes, but it is obvious how the stylists seem more relaxed, the fittings have become a pleasant affair, we started noticing that our ideas were being considered and well, it has taken us months to actually have a conversation with you, because you always seemed so distant, almost uninterested on us. Which made us hesitant, considering how we are used to people treating us, we didn’t want to inconvenience you any further, specially with the way you have made it a little easier in the ruckus that is our lives, so we were just thankful for it.” Two low hums of agreement resonate on the quiet room after that statement. “I was with Tae the night they told him you might have cigarettes, he didn’t even wait to hear who else could give him one, he was already skipping towards your room before the stylist had even finished telling him your room number. Then he roped the other two maknaes into a dinner with you and they came back that night all excited, talking about how they had met the mysterious stylist and her quirky friend. Everything that has happened after that has been a fast development of something that just feels… natural.”

“I think what Yoongi-hyung is trying to say is that we don’t want you to quit and we don’t want to break this bond because somehow it feels right.” Hoseok adds in a quiet voice, creating a warm silence that envelops the whole room. 

I can’t fully process what’s going on. They should’t be saying this type of things, they don’t know me, they have no idea what I’m capable of, they don’t know…

“I truly don’t think any of you understand the risks of this bond.” I try again.

The leader, who had been silent until this moment murmurs “Then explain it to us. I think we all want to understand more about everything that is happening.”

I can’t. So instead I stand up and start exiting the kitchen, before I can fully disappear Nera calls out for me. 

“Little girl, you can’t keep running.”

“Watch me Ne.” 

Once I’m out on the almost empty street; the cold feels almost like a blessing. The sun barely painting the city with soft oranges and pinks announcing a new day, the smell of winter morning permeating the air. The chill in the air helps the burning emotions inside me calm a little. 

What happened in the last few hours has been one hit after another. The world I have strived to build in the last few years is starting to crumble and I have no idea how to stop it. 

How to process this information.

How to maintain the false calm I have created.

How to keep them safe.   

And right now may not be the best time to think about it. I check the time realizing that I had to be in the set soon, so deciding against stoping at the hotel first I head directly to the location for the shoot, not caring that I left my mentor, two Gods and three of my bosses sitting on the sage colored kitchen. I will deal with that later… with everything else I had to deal with.

Right now what I can do I pour myself into work, so that’s what I do. I head towards my job in the same clothes as yesterday and hope to have a quiet smooth day. 

I arrive early, but there are already people setting lights and putting together scenarios for the vocal line shoot. So I head towards the holding where we have all the outfits stored and even tho it’s not my job, I start steaming the clothes that the boys are going to be wearing today. At least it keeps me busy, away from the dark, deep abyss that is my head right now. 

At least a half an hour goes by before Na-Ri-ssi arrives looking fresh and well rested, the look that she gives me clearly states that I don’t look fresh or well rested but I appreciate that she doesn’t comment on it. She just gets busy with her tasks and leaves me be. 

The room slowly starts getting more crowded as the other stylists starts arriving. My mental peace gets ruined as soon as the loud assistant comes into the room, spewing about how last night in one of the bars she was at, she saw one of the rappers kissing a random girl; she swears she is not making it up, and that they should be more careful about their image. Damn this girl, seriously. The fucking nerve. I decide to ignore her and keep, setting the accessories that go with each outfit. 

A soft tap on my shoulder shakes me out of absent minded staring at the jewelry box. Na-Ri-ssi is already wearing her ear piece and has a dead grip on a clipboard that is almost too big for her small frame. 

“Seph-ssi, the makeup team wants to talk to you because one of the makeups is to heavy and might smudge the clothes if we dress them after they finish putting the makeup but I told them that the clothes are going to get wrinkled if we dress them first.” I nod and follow her to the makeup station where three maknaes are sitting talking to each other. Gladly none spot me before I get to Dae Hyun, he is the head of make up, a very happy and colorful soul. 

“Good morning Dae Hyun-ssi, how can I help you?” He greets me with a huge smile. 

“Morning Seph-ssi, well I’m sure that Na-Ri-ssi told you about how we could easily stain the clothes because of the colorful makeup we are using but we also don’t want to wrinkle the outfits while prepping them.”

“Don’t even worry about it Dae Hyun-ssi, send them to the stylists to get dressed first, it will make your job easier and I’m sure we can prevent the wrinkles easily.” I smile with sincerity and he responds with an effusive hug and double kiss on the cheeks, making me laugh. This of course captures the attention of a certain maknae. 

 Taehyung squints his eyes at me with reproach. I can see he is ready to stand and come here demanding why I’m working after yesterday’s panic attack, so with a quick goodbye I slip out of the room leaving my second to deal with the vocal line. 

Before any of the stylists can come get the outfits to dress the boys in, I chant a few works to prevent wrinkling onto the clothes. I try squeezing and crunching the fabric and when I see that indeed, it does not wrinkle, I smile at my handiwork. Just in time too because the first stylist comes to pick Jimin’s outfit, quickly followed by Jungkook’s one, and then Seokjin’s. 

I start arranging the next outfits when I notice that Taehyung’s first outfit is still hanging on the rack, the other three where taken out, at least ten minutes ago. Before I can ask what’s going on, Na-Ri-ssi appears again with an annoyance decorating her face.

“Seph-ssi, sorry to bother you again, but Mr. Kim doesn’t want any stylist to help him dress. He keeps saying that if you are not the one that takes his outfit to him, he won’t get dressed.” She grimaces.

The little bitch. I sigh. 

‘Where is he? I will take it to him.” She doesn’t respond just nudges her head for me to follow. I grab Taehyung’s outfit and follow after her to one of the green rooms where Jungkook is struggling to put on his neck piece and Taehyung is sitting on the sofa just scrolling through his phone without a care in the world. 

Jungkook is the first to spot me and make distressed doe eyes at me. 

“Seph, would you please help me with this damned neck piece? Pleaaaase?” I giggle and nod at the maknae. 

“Na-Ri-sii, I will handle it from here. Would you please go check everything else is running smoothly?” I plead, she nods and leaves the room, leaving me with the two boys. 

I start helping Jungkook arranges ruffled neck piece, when the other vocalist clears his throat expectantly.  

“Can I help you, Taehyung? There is your outfit, I brought it like you wanted, would you please get dressed?”

“Yes I will, once you explain to me what the hell are you doing here today? You are concussed, I’m pretty sure concussions don’t disappear in just a few hours. And where the hell are the hyungs? They where supposed to be taking care of you!” I finish dressing the doe eyed boy and turn to Taehyung. 

“I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I feel perfectly fine and I’m here to do my job. Whether you like it or not.” I sigh, and try being honest with him. “Please Tae, get dressed. I haven’t had the easiest morning and it’s just 8.30. I swear that if I start feeling even a little bad, I’ll go rest. So please work with me?” He says nothing more, just grunts his acceptance and turns to retrieve his outfit. “Well, if you need anything else, just call for me.” 

With that I turn to leave. I close the door and lean my back into it, my hands go to my face in slight frustration. I don’t think they are gonna make it easy for me when I back away.  With the resignation that this is going to be harder than expected I go outside the building to grab a cigarette and a coffee. If there is an emergency everyone has my phone, they can give me a call, but right now I need a breather. 

When I come back almost an hour later, I find my whole team lounging around in the holding. So I turn to the nearest stylist to ask.

“Hey, why is no one on set checking that the outfits stay like they should?” The petite blond, I vaguely recall her name being Yu Ra, just shrugs.

“The photographer hasn’t arrived yet.” That is weird, normally the whole crew is extremely punctual, we repeat each others times. “But a manager did come to search for you, he said it was nothing urgent but that Mr. Jung came to have the fitting you asked for; said to look for him whenever you are free.” 

A low ‘sure’ leaves my lips, with clenched teeth I turn and go search for Jung Hoseok. It’s pretty easy to find him because he is not exactly quiet, I just follow the rich chime of his laugh to the makeup station, where he is talking and laughing with one of the makeup artists. Besides him is Seokjin, already dressed in the white tux with the lace shirt and sporting the exaggerated blue makeup. An ice prince in all his glory. When he spots me, he gives me exactly the same expression Taehyung gave me just a few hours ago. I bow to call hoseok’s attention. 

“Mr. Jung, you where looking for me?” He turns and does the last thing I expect. He beams at me, his smile warmer than the actual sun. I mean… 

I expected him to come with a stoic demeanor, to come at me with anger, any other reaction than the warm and fuzzy smile he is directing at me. It suddenly clicks why it’s not just his sunshine personality and his burning passion that attracted Apollo. His easy going-ness, his enormous emotional intelligence, that doesn’t let him even consider holding a grudge, must have captivated the God.  

“Yes, Seph-ssi. We had a pending fitting remember?” He winks at me, before turning to the makeup artist. “Eun-ah, do you mind leaving us alone? We have to discuss boring concept things about one of my outfits.”

She nods and winks at him before leaving, the three of us alone in the makeup station. 

“Hoseokie, would you mind explaining why the stylist I left under the care of the other two assholes is here, working? She is concussed, you know?” Seokjin calls out before any of us has the chance of saying anything, but the rapper just keeps smiling. 

“Yeah, they did tell me the angry looking stylist was concussed, I wonder if that’s where the anger is coming from, but I doubt it” He giggles. “And to answer your question Hyung, she scaped before any of us could do anything. That’s why I’m here to pick her up.” 

“Actually Mr. Kim, I’m perfectly capable of working, I feel perfect. There is no need for Mr. Jung to take me back to the hotel.”

Seokjin grumbles something along the lines of ‘Mr. Kim? I preferred it when I was pretty boy and I didn’t even like it that much.’ 

Hoseok laughs at his grumbling just to pat him in the back, and give him a wink “I actually like how Mr. Jung sounds on her lips.” 

This scandalizes Seokjin enough for him to swat Hoseok on the head. “Aish, I live with wolfs, unmannered wolfs. Excuse him, Seph-ssi he is a beast that grew up in the wild.” This makes me giggle. 

“Hyung, when you finish the shoot, we really, really need to talk. I will send you the address to meet up. It’s important that you bring the maknaes with you. We ALL need to talk.” This confuses Seokjin but he has enough trust in his bandmate that doesn’t really question more. “Now Seph-ssi, is time to go.” 

“I have work, don’t worry I will take a cab to the hotel later.” I smile innocently, making him narrow his eyes. 

In that exact moment, one of the managers comes into the room. 

“Seph-nim, I have the photographer with me, she want to discuss certain aspects of the outfits.”

I turn, immediately my stomach falls to the ground, the air becomes thicker making it hard to breath. The tall woman, dressed in tight leather pants and an almost black sheer blouse is smirking at me something like scorn. 

“Narcissa.” I great dryly. 

Summary: Persephone Keres is a witch with a dark past; she never imagined that a knock on her door from the celebrity and her current boss, Kim Taehyung would lead her right to what she was running from. When she started working for the biggest band in the world as a stylist, she believed she was finally escaping her fate but the Gods had entangled their destinies, and now the only way to survive what was coming was… together.

Genre: fantasy, polyamorous relationship, witches, bts idol au, romance, fluff, angst

Pairing: BTS x Female original character

Rating: Mature (may include violence, sex, smoking, cursing)

Word count: 3.7k+

Cross posted on Ao3 and Wattpad

“Shit!” The sound of my voice barely above a whisper. 

The gold power caressing my skin alive, in constant movement, never staying still over the flesh. 

Dancing in strange patterns, swirling with a hypnotizing rhythm. Following an ancient tune as old as the rock giants now sleeping; guarding our earth, as old as the water spirits that flow trough streams and oceans.

The magnetic movements start painting enticing pictures, thunderous storms, peaceful valleys, starry nights, soft eyes, strained lips, careful fingers caressing exposed skin, playful kisses followed by passionate ones. 

Slowly, oh so slowly the images start forming defined expressions on ethereal faces, ones I shouldn’t know but somehow feel so familiar, my magic recognizing something old and intangible. 

For a moment the golden pictures stop. A second of complete stillness that permeates the air. 

Then it explodes in thin glimmery threads flying out of me, as if searching for something. 

For the first time since my magic started crawling to the surface, my eyes dart up, landing on two mystified expressions. Namjoon has one arm around Yoongi’s shoulder and the other one was holding his abdomen, as if trying to hold him. Yoongi’s face is filled with a mix of worry and awe.

The golden threads dance painfully slow towards the boys, I’m trying everything to stop them, to get my magic inside me again, but not my body nor my magic are listening to me and it seems the boys are in a similar situation because as the glimmery string inch closer, they don’t back away. 

Two strings reach each boy, and to my horror they plunge right in the chest of each one. 

No, no, no, no…. 

Two new energies start pulsing in my chest. Slowly they move towards the center on of my magic, finding their place right beside it. They latch unto my essence like satellites to a planet, with a force beyond anything mundane, circling the power that resides in my solar plexus, the very same power that gives me life and the living core of my magic. 

Once my magic and the two new energies are pleased with the connection all my magic withdrawals, leaving no evidence of the gold power.  

My head now completely clear, everything comes crashing down… EVERYTHING! From my loopy interaction with my bosses to the bitchy way my magic decided to go and create magic bonds without anyones consent. 

To this a tiny voice in my head whispers… You know, better than anyone, that without a soul’s consent this wouldn’t be possible. 

I want to be pissed at my magic for acting without permission but the echoey voice inside my head was right… To form a magic bond with someone there are certain guidelines you have to follow, certain rituals that need to be done. 

“What just happened?” Namjoon’s voice sounds calm but there is a palpable strain in his tone. “I have this weird feeling on my chest, and there was golden light coming out of you.” 

“I don’t think I’m the best person to explain what’s going on… but I know someone who might.” My voice, barely a whisper. “C’mon.” 

Both of them follow, without a word or objection. 

Nera opens the door before I can even knock. She is wearing a nightgown with a robe on top, concern painting her expression. 

“Ne…” Another low whisper, seems like my voice disappeared.  

“I know little girl, I know.” She turns to my companions “Come inside please, its cold. Better to introduce ourselves over a warm cup of tea.” 

Both boys bow without a word and we all follow her to the kitchen. The kettle already on the stove, a testament of how much Nera was aware of. She motions towards the table.

“Please take a seat, make yourselves comfortable.” Both boys follow her instructions, not questioning anything. Probably the shock. “My name is Nera Rossi. You guys must be Min Yoongi and Kim Namjoon” 

“We are so sorry to intrude at this time Mrs. Rossi. I guess we are kind of like in shock, whatever happened was… pretty weird.” The leader nods in agreement with Yoongi’s words. 

“Nonsense boy, you are welcome here anytime.” Ne places a cup of tea in front of each of us, taking a seat right across Namjoon. “I guess we have a lot of thing to talk about.” Both boys hum in agreement. “We should start with the fact that I was Seph is like a granddaughter to me, I was her teacher for a long time.” She takes another sip of her tea before continuing. “To be honest, there is no easy way to drop this, so I’m just gonna do it… We are witches. Both of us come from ancient lineages of witching family’s and what you witnessed today was Seph’s magic acting out.” 

The room sinks into absolute silence. The broad bodies of my two bosses, make the sage kitchen feel small. 

“My reasonable side wants to call you a liar. Call all this a sick joke, attribute it to a drug.” Yoongi’s deep voice breaks the silence. “But something within me tells me that what you are saying the truth, as crazy as it sounds.” 

“Hyung…”

“Namjoon-ah. Tell me, with all honesty, that you don’t feel it, the truth in her words.” He pauses in hesitation before continuing. “Somehow it feels right to know. The sensation that there was always something I was missing, a feeling of discomfort, of forgetting something without knowing what is was. Now gone.” 

The other boy just stays quiet, but doesn’t deny it.

“Good! The quicker you accept it, the easier it will be to manage this situation.” Ne sighs before continuing. “Again, this is less than ideal. Normally Seph has great control over her magic, but in the end, magic is a sentient being.” She pauses again, doubting how to proceed. “It’s been such a long time since I had to explain all this from the beginning. We all grow up in this world, so our knowledge develops in an organic way, so forgive me if the explanations are a bit… weird.” She pauses a third time. “Also, stop me if there is anything you are not understanding.” She turns to me. “Before we start with witching 101, Seph dear why don’t you bring me the grimoire?” 

Before I could stand both boys scream a desperate “NO!” Surprising everyone, including themselves because they look at each other with curious eyes, Namjoon reaches for Yoongi’s hand before explaining.  

“We are sorry, there is just this feeling of… discomfort in having you out of my… our sight. Feels so wrong.” He holds his breath a little before dropping his question. “Did you… bewitched us? Like a love spell or some voodoo shit.”

I groan and hide my face on my hands. This is terrible. Nera just starts laughing hysterically. 

“Oh no, no, no, my dear boy. Love spells don’t work like that. Everything would be hazy and you would feel more like a weird obsession was creeping over your body. Terrible things, love spells.”

“Good to know.” The leader mumbles under his breathe. 

“Actually, I think this is a good place to start. What you are experiencing it’s what we call a bond. It happens when two or more people decide to join their essence. In the most simplistic way it’s a connection that allows the exchange of magic, but in reality it’s way more complex than that. It’s a connection that goes beyond everything mundane, the souls merge in an intimate and delicate way.” The lilac haired woman takes sip of tea before continuing. “Because there are several kinds of magical bonds the first step to create one is to determine which kind of bond is the one you are choosing to form before continuing with the rituals.”

She pauses and narrows her eyes 

“Are you following or I lost you?” Yoongi and Namjoon just nod. “We have the most basic bond which is for protection, it tends to be one sided, giving the protector the necessary tools to aid and care for the protectee. This types of bonds have conditional time frames, which means that they are temporary. Used for specific situations or specific needs. 

Then we have the bond a coven forms, which is way more intimate. It’s meant to create a connection between the magic of the people forming the coven, allowing each individual to draw power from the ones within the bond. Giving boosts to each other’s magic and allowing the coven to perform much more powerful rituals and spells. While this bond is meant to last a lifetime, there are ways to break it or undo it. 

A warrior’s bond is powerful, allowing two people to fight as one. It’s an open exchange of magical and fiscal strength between the two. The delicacy of this bond is that it ties one’s life force to the other, meaning that if one dies the other follows” She pauses to add her fun fact. “this bond is a fae’s favorite. The drama you know?. This bond is not so common now a days because, well… we are not openly at war.  

And finally the most sacred bond any being can make is the one you create with your mate, or mates. It ties the very essence of the people forming the bond, connecting the souls on every aspect. It is a way to honor the universe because the basic requirement to form it, is unconditional love between souls. This bond creates the purest form of connection, allowing the exchange of strength, power, magic and protection without conditions or expectations. The decision to form this kind of bond is taken with serious thinking behind it, there are several risks that come with this connection, starting with the fact that there is no way to break this type of bond, and it entails a severe risk going trough the rituals to forming it. 

The reason for this is that bond provides so much raw power. So when It’s created for the wrong reasons or with the wrong person, it can result in terrible, unmentionable things. Some of which make dead seem like a good outcome. To say that this type of bond is rare would be an understatement, there are not many that would risk their essence in such a way.”

We all digest the information. And I wonder if the two rappers are just as curious to learn what kind of bond we formed as I am. Nera sighs before continuing. 

“Because this is such a peculiar case where, you didn’t choose to form a bond nor followed the needed rituals to actually create it, there is no way of knowing which kind it is.” 

Three whispered “fucks” echo trough the kitchen.   

“Isn’t it a bit dangerous not knowing how are we connected?” Yoongi whispers quietly. 

“How are we gonna undo this if we don’t know what is it to begin with?” I follow. 

“Is there truly no way of knowing what type of bond are we sharing?” 

“What happens if one of us in injured in any way?” 

“Are we gonna start developing some sort of magic?” Namjoon chirps in. 

“What about the danger they are in because they are bound to me?”

“What can we do as humans with this bonds?”

“Why did it happened like this?”

“What will happen with the rest of the boys?”

“Are we gonna grow ears and tails?” 

This question actually makes both me and Yoongi swivel in Namjoon’s direction. 

“Namjoon-ah are you dumb? Who the fuck even mentioned ears and tails? How did your brain got there?” I snicker at Yoongi’s reaction. I mean he is right. Ears and tails, seriously? Still I appreciate the fact that Namjoon just made the tension in the air dissipate into nothing, I wonder if it was on purpose. 

The leader just shrugs ignoring his friend’s questions and turns to the Seer. “So, ears and tails?” 

This makes Nera laugh. “Oh boy, I like you. A lot. But no, no ears or tails for you, just yet. To be honest this shouldn’t have happened by the mere fact that you are humans. Which leads me to my next point.” She stands to grab the kettle. “You see? Humans renounced the magic they had hundreds of years ago when they decided to follow the Light Bringers bastards…” 

“Who are they?” Namjoon interrupts. 

“We will get there, because it’s kind of an important topic now that you are bound to Persephone. But like I was saying, humans renounced to that direct flow of energy from the universe, making them incapable of forming any kind of magical bonds, which means that either you are not completely human or…”

“Or they are blessed by Deities.” I supply. 

“Correct. To be honest, it wouldn’t be that rare to have a magical ancestor in your lineage that transmitted enough magical essence for you to have the ability to form a bond, it’s just not enough that you would notice any kind of magic.”

“No.” I hear myself saying, making the three of them look at me. “I mean, it may be a little bit of that, but I’m pretty sure they are all blessed.” Surprise paint’s Nera’s face for the first time in a while. 

“What do you mean?”

“I can say for a fact that Park Jimin is blessed by Aphrodite, it was pretty obvious once he said how he felt in Paris. It obviously raised the question if the others where blessed as well… I can’t confirm it but, it kinda makes sense.”

“Well, this is interesting. It’s not common for the Gods to bestow their favor, it goes without saying that eight blessed souls in such proximity is extremely rare.” 

“Eight…?” Echoes the leader. 

“You seven boys, and the little witch, dear. She doesn’t carry that name for nothing.” 

“Are you blessed by THE Persephone?” Yoongi asks with unfiltered curiosity. 

“No.” My voice barely audible. “I carry Hades’s favor.” 

The room descends into an eerie silence. The shadows a little to dark, the light a little to dim, the air a little to heavy.

Nera clears her throat before proceeding. “Luckily, there is an easy ritual for you to know which deity do you belong to. And if you are lucky you might get your ears and tail… if that’s what you are into.” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively at Namjoon, making him turn a pretty shade of pink. From the corner of my eye I could see Yoongi trying not to grin at his bandmate reaction. 

Once he regains enough composure he asks. “What does it mean, to be blessed?” 

“It depends on the Deity that blesses you, but it can go from something as simple as giving you a little bit of luck on your daily life, providing you with abilities and in some special cases they gift their own power allowing the blessed to wield their God’s magic. So what do you think, want to find out?”

“What do we need to do?”

Nera’s grin grows bigger in a wicked way. “I was hopping you would ask that.”

Two ours later we are standing on Nera’s garden, the enchantment she has placed over her lush garden maintains the area with just the perfect temperature. Not too cold and not too hot. The space seems infinite -and it probably is, thanks to her magic- but we are in the middle of a round patch of grass surrounded by every color of flower I can think of. A soft breeze making them dance once in a while, carrying an intoxicating aroma trough the night air. 

Namjoon is standing in the middle of a circle made out of thin orange petals. Within the flower boundary there are different symbols drawn with the same kind of petals. Four candlesticks marking the cardinals points and an offering of food and alcohol in case his Deity demands one. 

“Okay sweet boy, now the only thing left is for you to drink the potion.” Even with the distance within us, I see Namjoon’s fingers tense around the vial. “Remember let it flow. Your body will know how to react without you needing to intervene.” 

He nods nervously, takes a deep breathe and gets the vial to his lips. 

One.

Two.

Three. The petals starts glowing with a pinkish light, that only glows brighter and brighter. The petals start to get off the ground with delicacy, creating a mesmerizing wall of pink light and orange petals. And just like it started, the petals fall to the ground and the light vanishes. 

Namjoon is still standing in the middle, but now there is no nervousness or hesitation is his stand. He looks confident, his broad frame exudes raw power and for a moment his eyes glow with a feline light. His voice booms over the clearing. 

“Bastet, I’m blessed by the Goddess from the Egyptian Pantheon, Bastet.” 

“Oh, well! You do get your ears, after all.” Nera’s comment is all it takes to make him lose the powerful stance and twitch with embarrassment. “She is a great Goddess, powerful in many ways. Being blessed by her is a great honor.”  

“What am I supposed to do now?” 

“You build a relationship with her, see how far her favor extends. We will help you whichever way we can.” Nera smiles fondly at him and turns to Yoongi. “Your turn dear.” 

He nods and starts walking towards the circle. Before he can step into the circle his phone starts to ring. He checks it and glances at Namjoon.

“It’s Hoseokie, do I answer him?”  

“Better, he might get worried if you don’t.”

He answers with a soft “Hey Hoba!” A soft question is uttered on the other side of the phone  “Where are we?” Yoongi eyes the leader with panic. “We are having a walk…” Another inaudible answer that prompts a panicked “You want to come?” His face searches desperately for an answer in the leader, Namjoon just crosses his arms in negative and keeps saying no with his head. “Actually we are a bit far…”

“Oh, is that another one of your boys, Seph?” A groan scapes my lips, seriously, we are still on that? “Why don’t you tell him to come over? It’s better to test him out as well, before Seph’s magic starts acting out again.” Another groan. 

“Hoseokie…I will send you where we are. There is some stuff we might have to discuss.” He hangs up and starts texting. 

“Ne, I don’t think we should get more people involved in this… it’s already a huge risk as it is, without adding more people to the mix.” 

“Little girl you can keep denying what’s happening all you want, but the more you deny them information, the bigger the danger you are putting them on.” Ne tries to reason. “Besides, I like them. I wanna meet them all.” She grins. 

“Are you all in drugs?” The newcomer asks. Hoseok runs a hand trough his light brown hair in confusion. “Hyung, you are telling me that our very pretty, very angry looking stylist is a witch and made some mojo that tied you together, and expect me to think you are on your right mind?” 

“I told you that saying nothing was better. I’m finding a way to get you out of this, anyway.” And then mumble “Besides I’m not angry looking.” 

“Little stylist, you have murder in your eyes. If you weren’t so cute I would be fearing for my life.” He beams at me

“Hobi-ah just indulges us. Do the ritual, and then we can talk some more.” 

“It’s quick and easy Hoba, you can even let Yoongi do it first. He’s been secretly buzzing to try it out.”

“Aish, you brat! I’m not the one who ran into the circle of flowers the moment Seph finished it!” Their light banter is cut short by Nera coming into the garden. 

“Okay pretty boys, who is going next?” She says wiggling another vial. 

“I will go.” Hoseok surprises us.  

“Perfect, now the whole process is pretty simple. Magic will do most of the work you just have to drink and trust your instincts.” He nods and takes the vial. 

Once he is in the middle of the circle, I relight the candles with a swish of my wrist. His light brown eyes grow a little bigger and lets out a low whistle. He takes a deep breath before taking the potion. 

Just like with Namjoon, the petals start glowing, only this time the light is bright yellow. What didn’t happen before was the silhouette forming out of light before materializing into a huge, gorgeous blue eye God. 

Three things happen at the same time. Hoseok falls to the ground in shock. Nera groans loudly and I shriek before running towards him. 

Apollo catches me in his arms and starts spinning me. 

“Little rascal! I have missed you so so much!” He puts me down and ruffles my hair. “When I felt the summoning from one of your boys I had to come. You know it’s so hard to get away from the job these days and you are always the perfect excuse.” He winks at me and I beam. 

“I’m so glad you are here! I need to ask for a fa… wait! Jung Hoseok is one of your Sunlings?” 

“He is currently my only one!” The only one? That’s… weird. “Where is he by the way? I’m dying to meet him in person, have you seen him? He is the actual sun incarnate, so freaking cute!” I giggle and point behind him, to a very wide eyed Hoseok. The God turns beaming, his hand reaches for the rapper on the floor, helping him stand. 

“So you are my little Sunling, huh? What a precious thing! I’m so glad you summoned me, there are many thing to discuss, but first things first. I’m Apollo from the Greek Pantheon.”

“I’m Jung Hoseok” He looks baffled, in a very cute way.

“Oh, I know my sunshine!.” Then he peeks behind Hoseok and grins even bigger. “Bastet’s Kitten and Dionysus’s Maenad are here as well! Hello boys, nice to meet you” He extends his hand, the boys hesitate but Namjoon grabs his hand, causing the God to pull him into a tight hug. Once Apollo releases the leader, he clears his throat. 

“I’m Kim Namjoon” He introduces himself with a bow. “And that’s Min Yoongi” 

“A pleasure to meet you both.” He turns to me again. “I can feel the bonds coming from them, did you reject my Sunling?” 

“What? No…” He cuts me

“Perfecto! Let me fix it then.” And before I can stop him, he raises his hands and a golden light floods the garden. A third essence is dancing on my stomach, an essence so radiant but so dark at the same time, Hoseok’s essence nuzzles against my magic, making my body break into goosebumps, a warm feeling trying travels my body, for a moment it makes the constant gelidness dissipate. It feels nice, I miss the warmth. It’s a similar feeling of the body heat I was stealing from Taehyung earlier. 

Nera swats Apollo over the head. “You oversized goon! What did yo do? That’s exactly the opposite of helping, we had enough trouble with two bonds, what are we gonna do with three?” 

“Should she be scolding an actual God?” I hear Namjoon whisper to Yoongi, who responds with a shoulder shrug. 

“Ah, Ms. Nera why is it every time I visit, I end up being scolded?” The God asks ruling the spot where the old witch hit him.

“It’s not my fault you like to do stupid shit.” 

“I don’t get it tho, I made the bond. No need for al those tedious rituals.”

“The thing is” I interject. “I was gonna ask you if you could help me break the bonds.” 

“Why?” He seems truly confused. “Are our champions not to your liking? We picked them carefully and you should have seen the fights we got into so we could favor the boys. I have never seen Artemis so pissed at Aphrodite before. Dionysus bribed half the Celtic Pantheon to get his boy. It was so much fun to watch all the drama, until that idiot Ra almost stole my Sunling, made me cranky for weeks.” He keeps rambling

“I’m sorry, champions? What are you talking about?”

Summary: Persephone Keres is a witch with a dark past; she never imagined that a knock on her door from the celebrity and her current boss, Kim Taehyung would lead her right to what she was running from. When she started working for the biggest band in the world as a stylist, she believed she was finally escaping her fate but the Gods had entangled their destinies, and now the only way to survive what was coming was… together.

Genre: fantasy, polyamorous relationship, witches, bts idol au, romance, fluff, angst

Pairing: BTS x Female original character

Rating: Mature (may include violence, sex, smoking, cursing)

Word count: 3.7k+

Cross posted on Ao3 and Wattpad

Soft melodic murmurs wake me from the peaceful darkness that held me.

As soon as I start gaining conscience I can feel my whole body aching thanks to the tension accumulated because of the panic attack

Shit, thought I was over those.

The surface I'm laying has a cloud like feeling, my head resting over something a little bit harder. Nothing like what the floor should feel like. 

My head is throbbing, my magic pulsing incessantly on my stomach stirring a sensation of nausea and a weird fluffy fuzz clouding my thoughts. 

The feeling of long fingers combing trough my pink curls is what makes me open my eyes and scramble to stand up -which lets be honest, it’s a terrible decision because it takes 

.2 seconds for me to lose my balance and fall to the actual floor- the blow on my head makes me groan loudly in pain. 

And suddenly my vision is clouted with two very handsome and familiar faces. Kim Seokjin and Min Yoongi were standing over me with worry written all over their faces. 

Shit, why do they have to be this gorgeous?. 

The fates were really not on my side today. Another groan leaves my lips prompting Seokjin to wack Yoongi in the head 

"Yoooongi! Help her up, you brat!" Yoongi throws him an unamused look, but bends down to help me nonetheless. With slow and careful movements, as if trying to avoid startling me. When he is sure he has a good grip on me, all it takes is a swift motion to place me back on the bed and just like that, the soothing touch is gone.

With my head still spinning, and this woozy feeling clouding my head, a playful giggle scapes my lips.

"I'm sorry, give me a second and I will get out of your space. " Another maniacal giggle escaping my lips.

Yoongi mutters something between the lines of 'like hell you are leaving.' But the fuzz in my brain is still too much to actually catch the phrase accurately. 

"Oh, no, no, Sweetie. The hotel said they would send a doctor, you are not moving until they give you a thorough check. You hit your head pretty hard from what Yoongi said… and with the way you are acting…” Seokjin just left the idea hanging in the air. "Besides Namjoon and Taehyung went to get you some ice for your pretty little head and something to drink."  

I opened my mouth to argue, I just want to sleep.  

Yoongi caught what I was about to do and quickly added "You are not about to argue with your employers, are you?" He raised an unamused eyebrow at me, which quickly prompted me to close it again, why is he so intense? causing him to smile and wink at me "Good girl" again he says it so low I don’t know if he actually said it or my fucked up head was playing tricks on me. 

But hell if it doesn’t make my magic stir on my chest. Humming in content, begging to get out. 

I swear Seokjin throws him a scandalized look but doesn’t comment on it. He crouches in front of the bed leveling us face to face. So beautiful. 

"Sweetie, I don't want to push you or bother you in any way, but the doctor did leave some instructions for us if you woke up. Just to see if we could wait for him or if we had to take you to the hospital right away. It's ok if I ask you some questions?" I nod and giggle, just wanting to keep his plump lips moving. "Ok, can you tell me your name and your age?" 

"My name is Persephone Keres and I am 25"

"Good, good. Now can you tell me where you are?" 

"We are at the hotel, silly” Yoongi snickers at my answer and Seokjin shoots him a pointed look. 

“Well… yes, do you remember where is the hotel? He tries again.

“Well duh… Florence. I had good gelato today.” My smile getting bigger. 

"Perfect, what is the last thing you remember before losing consciousness?" A shiver runs trough my whole body, at the mere thought of reliving it. 

"The elevator stoped, I had a panic attack… Those are bad.” Taking deep breaths is the best I can do to keep my magic from getting loose at the memory of the panic. Yoongi hesitates for a second before placing his hand on my shoulder. His silent support oozing trough his touch, letting Seokjin continue.

"You did perfect sweetie. Let me step out to call the doctor and tell him you are a little loopy  but answered everything. Yoongi will stay with you."  He reaches for his phone, walking towards a double door. 

The door is about to close when he opens it again peaking his head in. "Why don't you lay down comfortably in bed? It will make you feel better." With that he disappears closing the door. 

Leaving me and the intense presence of Min Yoongi in the room. His warm hand disappearing from my arm.

"He is right you know?" Yoongi speaks softly "If you lay down, you will feel better." 

"I'm okay now. I need to go to my room. I need a potion." I giggle.

“A potion huh?” He asks amused.

“YES!” My enthusiastic scream making him bark a laugh, I lower my voice to whisper to him in a very low, breathy voice “I’m a witch.” I put my finger over my mouth to signal that it’s a secret and then I grin like a Cheshire Cat, making him laugh even more.

“Ok, little witch. But there is no way I'm letting you leave. Jin-hyung would have my head for it.” He shudders a little “Just let him take care of you. He is like a mama bear when it comes to taking care of others." He chuckles "Besides he always gets his way. No use fighting him. On that note, do you need help getting comfortable or can you do it on your own?”

“Mmm… I can do it. I’m strong, need no man to help me.” I grumble as I find a comfortable position at the center of the bed. I look at Yoongi just to find him struggling to keep a grin from forming in his mouth. 

Once he is satisfied with my position on the bed, he parks his squishable bum on one of the little couches beside the window. To far.  

The room sinks into a comfortable silence, my eyes heavier as my magic began to settle down on my stomach. The humming getting quieter. Slowly, smoothly my consciousness drifting towards the sweet, warm, dark abyss. Only to be disrupted by a loud door opening and a melodic voice.

"Aish, Min Yoongi, you shouldn't let her sleep! She might have a concussion!" Seokjin placed a light hand on my leg "Sweetie, you can't sleep right now. Please open your eyes." 

“Pretty boy, I swear, I'm feeling fine. A quick nap in my room will fix the problem." This makes Seokjin choke and chuckle, his soft babble cut by a deep baritone voice, a voice that right now feels like a warm blanket. 

"Aish hyung! You are such a bad nurse! You let her fall a sleep?!" Yoongi just grumbles back that he didn't study medicine and that how was he supposed to know that I shouldn’t be sleeping. 

"Taetae, please tell them that I'm okay? That, they should let me leave, so they can go back to whatever they were doing before I passed out and that I can make my potion.” I drawl. 

"Hyungs... I don't think she is ok." He then adds as a whisper "She called me Taetae. That has never happened before." 

"Traitor" I huff, eliciting a soft laugh from the boys. Catching a fourth presence, my eyes open in search of it. When I found it, a shriek left my lips. Kim Namjoon, the intimidatingly handsome leader, is standing besides Yoongi with his arms crossed over his broad chest. Seokjin’s hand, that still resting on my leg squeezes a little, calling for my attention. 

“Sweetie, it ok. We are just all a little worried.” He gave me a reassuring smile. “It would be a terrible irresponsibility on our part to let one of our head stylist die, right?” A little laugh escapes him at his bad joke.

“Thank you Pretty Boy, I will repay your kindness” I giggle again.

“Yah! Why do I end up with a generic nickname like Pretty Boy, but the little brat is Taetae?!” Seokjin sounds so offended in the most dramatic way possible making Tae gloat. 

“Well hyung, because I have certain privileges for being the cutest” That results on a combination of groans and complaints over the statement, which leads to a light hearted discussion of who is the cutest, before it could come to a conclusion the phone rings and Namjoon quickly picks it up, a soft sound coming from the other end of the line at to which he gives a soft thank you as an answer and hangs up. 

“The doctor is coming up.” He announces just as a low buzz sounds “I’ll get it.” 

I hate modern doctors, so much. I mean… if I can cure myself with herbs (and a little magic) why would I go to a doctor? Besides all doctors are jerks, and yeah maybe I’m scared of needles. Can someone blame me? 

Namjoon comes back with a short black haired man. “Night signiori, My name is Salvatore. I’m the on call doctor for the hotel. Who is the unfortunate soul that passed out and hit their head” His thick Italian accent coating every word. 

“I fell, but I’m completely fine right now. I swear I don’t need treatment Dottore.” So yeah… me speaking in Italian with the doctor might be cheating, because there is no way the boys would understand that I am refusing treatment. But before the doctor could answer Namjoon interjects.

“As impressive as her language skills are, I’m pretty sure she was telling you she is ok; but when she fell, she hit her head pretty hard against the wall. We just want her to have a quick check up, to prevent anything.” I groan. This men, really!    

“Don’t worry young man, with the way you described the fall over the phone, I wouldn’t have felt comfortable leaving with out checking her first.” Another huff from my part earns me another soft squeeze from Seokjin 

“C’mon sweetie don’t pout, it’s for your own good.”  That gains him an eye roll from my part, and yeah maybe I shouldn’t be sassing my bosses but my head is throbbing and I just wanna go rest and maybe take a calming potion. 

“The check-up will be quick, signorina.” He clears his throat with a little wariness “I know you all are her employers but I would prefer if at least one of you are present for the check up. Just for like… legal reasons and stuff” The doctor looks rather uncomfortable asking, prompting me to snicker, five pairs of amused eyes land on me. 

“I don’t mind. You are forcing me to this whole thing, anyway.” I grumble. Yoongi stands up, grabbing Taehyung’s hand and dragging him towards the living room of the suite. The whines leaving Tae are hilarious. Or at least to my cloudy brain.  

"Signorina, would you please remove your sweater? So I can check the vitals." I could feel Namjoon is about to object, so I start to peel my azure chunky sweater from my body leaving me on my black tank top. 

A loud gasp from Seokjin made me remember that without my sweater my arms are exposed, leaving my tattoo sleeve on display. Shit forgot about that! At least I could feel marshmallow curled up in my belly with her tail hugging my waist and not on her favorite spot. 

My eyes shot up to find my two bosses standing side by side with equal looks of surprise. Namjoon whispers something along the lines of "Jungkook is gonna lose it when he finds out." 

To which Seokjin answers "Yup, but we are not gonna be the ones to tell him."

"Deal." Their little whispered display was kinda funny because I could hear everything, Ignoring them I turn to the doctor again.

"Hurry Doc, I wanna go sleep." My comment startles him a little, but puts him to work. "And please don't go poking me with your devil needles."

He grumbles in Italian how kids now a days were covered in tattoos but were afraid of harmless little needles. Harmless my ass. 

After a bunch of questions and a thorough check of my head, reflexes and vitals, he stars to rummage through his bag.

"Well, the signorina indeed has a concussion. I will leave some painkillers here, but there is nothing much we can do. Someone has to keep an eye on her all night and wake her every two hours to check up on her. If any symptoms that she is getting worse appear, such as vomit, eyesight getting blurry, fainting or something like that, take her to the hospital." He hands some pills to Seokjin "She can take two every six hours. And it would be better for her to rest at least two days." 

Once the doctor leaves, Yoongi and Taehyung enter the room with disheveled looks, the latter sporting a wicked smirk. Namjoon repeats the doctor's instructions, making Tae's grin even bigger. Once he asks the leader a third time if he is sure I won't just spontaneously drop dead, he turns to look at me and my stupid concussed brain decides to make grabby arms at him.

My action is rewarded with a variety of reactions, coos, snickers , a grumbling Yoongi… to my surprise Taehyung strides towards me. 

When he is close enough for me to grab, I latch myself to the front of his shirt and pull him towards me, leaving us almost nose to nose. His eyes turning the size of Jupiter at my sudden action, but he doesn’t seem displeased. 

"Taetae, can I go to my room now? You heard I'm all good." I’m trying to do my best impression of puppy eyes, but I don’t think I’m succeeding "Pleaaaaase? I need to make myself a potion and then sleep." 

"Hyungs!" His whine is low. "I don't think she is ok! She's still calling me Taetae and talking none sense. Maybe we should take her to the hospital.” 

“I’m fine Taetae! Just sleepy” I let his shirt go, but grab his arm to pull him toward the bed. He maneuvers his body so that he finds a position in bed close to me but not overly close. I grumble at the distance and scoot, till I’m completely flushed against him. He becomes marble still for a moment and then relaxes against me. Burying my face in his side I mumble “So warm.” It was so warm. I haven’t feel this way in forever. Not since… 

I could feel stares being exchanged, but there was nothing that would make me give up the warmth that was coating my entire being. 

“Do you want some hot chocolate sweetie?” Okay, maybe there was one thing. I peel myself from Tae, just enough to grab the mug Seokjin is offering and take a sip. The richness of the chocolate makes me moan. Loudly. Yoongi stands suddenly, startling me. 

“I’m going to get some air.” And with that he disappears from the room, making Namjoon snicker a little. The leader catches my confused look, smiling even wider.

“Don’t worry, he just needs to think a little.” His dimples are ridiculously cute. 

I shrug it off and continue nursing my hot coco. The magic in my stomach stirs again, letting me know that it’s using the cacao to help me. While chocolate is mostly related to sex magic, it’s also great for grounding. Maybe a second cup, with the help of my magic will get the fuzzy feeling out of my head. A thought that quickly disappears when Taehyung clears his throat 

“Seph, would you like me to call Dante or Stephan, just to let them know the situation? You didn’t have anyone listed as your emergency contact with the company, so we couldn’t call anybody without asking you first” I groan.

“Don’t call the idiots. They will just cause a ruckus over nothing.” 

“I don’t think this is nothing, you have a concussion.” He tries again. 

“Taetae, believe me. You don’t want those two breathing down your neck all night. I will call them in the morning.” I give him the biggest smile. 

His phone rings making me groan. “I told you! You invoked them.” I pause for a second, considering my options. “Do me a favor and tell them I’m dead.” The giggles are back, making him look bewildered. He takes a deep breathe and answers the phone.

“Hello.”

“Good night Tae, sorry to bother you. We have been trying to locate Seph all night but she is not picking up and we are a little bit worried, by any chance do you happen to know where is she?” Stephan’s voice sounded muffled over the phone. 

“Oh, yes Stephan! We were just talking about you actually, would you like to talk to her?” My eyes narrow in his direction. 

“Yes, darling. Grazie.” He hands me his phone. “Seph, are you ok? Ne called and told us what happened. She said to stay away, that your men were going to take care of you, but we still wanted to check that you are ok.” 

“Ugh, that old hag.” He lets out a relieved laugh.

“I guess you are fine if you are insulting Ne. Is there anything you need? I know you are being taken care of but do you want us to go pick you up?” 

“I just want to sleep! If you come pick me up, you will pester me to my early grave.” 

“Ma che cosa? You concussed brat!” I absolutely love annoying him. “Is there a responsible adult I can talk to?”

“Noppe!” I hang up and hand Tae his phone back. He grabs it cautiously, a grin threatening to appear. 

“Darling, the doctor left some pills for you. Would you like us to bring you some water?” Seokjin interjects before the brunette could comment on the short call. 

“No, no. I don’t take any poisonous pill. But if you get me some ginger, valerian and maybe lavender, I will be forever grateful Pretty Boy.” I stop and look at him. “Well more than I already am.” His mouth hangs open, he turns to look at Namjoon for some sort of support but the leader looks just as confused as he is. Yoongi picks this exact moment to return to the room, stopping in his tracks once he sees the confused looks on his band mates.

“Why do you idiots look like you are trying to solve a math problem?”

“Well, our little patient is refusing to take her pills and asking for herbs instead.” The leader answers Yoongi, the short man’s expression filling with the same confusion the other’s where experiencing. He then turns to me, with his characteristic cautiousness. 

“Uhm, where would we get those herbs at this time of night little one?” Seokjin just looks at him like he asked the craziest question.  

“Hyung why are you indulging her? She needs medicine to get better.” Tae is just as bewildered as the older boy. 

“Shush Tae. If she is asking, it must be for a reason. So, Seph?” His fiery eyes never leaving mine while answering Taehyung. 

“Well in my room of course, dummy.” I giggle. “I can go grab them, and then get some sleep.” Suddenly it hits me that it’s getting late and this boys need to rest for tomorrow. “Besides you guys need to rest! Tomorrow it’s going to be hectic.” 

“Are we back to this none sense of letting you go?” Yoongi raises an eyebrow at me.

“Well, yes? To go sleep and take actual medicine.” He comes closer and I can’t help it. My hand shoot to his cheeks grabbing them and squishing them. “FOR ALL THE GODS!! YOU LOOK LIKE A CUTE CAT!! Has anyone told you that?” My initial squeals turning into a soft whisper at the end. His cheeks, still being squished and pinched by my tiny hands, start to turn a bright red, a nice contrast against his snow white skin and charcoal hair. 

“Umm… what?… hum…yes…” He mumbles a little dumbfounded, making Namjoon bark a laugh. 

“Look Hyung! Yoongi has found another baby that renders him useless.” Yoongi tries to turn to him but he can’t, still being captured by me. He sighs, ignoring his bandmates and returning his attention to me. 

“Little one, could you let go of my face?” I grumble but comply, reluctantly. “Thank you. Now back to the topic, we can take you to your room, get you what you need and then we come back here to keep an eye on you.” 

“Nope” I boop his kitty nose. “You can’t keep an eye on me, you guys have to go have beauty sleep, you are working tomorrow. I will find Na-Ri-ssi to keep me company.”

“That’s not up for discussion. Neither me not Namjoon have to shoot tomorrow. We will take turns watching over you.” The fire in his eyes burning with such determination, my magic burning in response to his passionate eyes, there is nothing I can say about it. He notices my caving and smiles. “Good. Tae, Hyung, she is right, you really should go sleep.” Both of them grumble, but follow Yoongi’s orders. 

Jin pulling Tae and closing the door leaving Namjoon, Yoongi and me alone. 

“You can sleep Seph-ssi, you are safe here and we will look after you if you need anything.” With the cloud over my brain, the leader’s words start causing a strong reaction in my magic. The power stirring and pushing to get out, my control over it loosening every passing second, thin gold strings breaking, magic crawling to the surface without an ounce of restrain…

Light gold light starts coating my skin, shimmering and pulsing with determination.

And there is nothing I can do to control it. 

Summary: Persephone Keres is a witch with a dark past; she never imagined that a knock on her door from the celebrity and her current boss, Kim Taehyung would lead her right to what she was running from. When she started working for the biggest band in the world as a stylist, she believed she was finally escaping her fate but the Gods had entangled their destinies, and now the only way to survive what was coming was… together.

Genre: fantasy, polyamorous relationship, witches, bts idol au, romance, fluff, angst

Pairing: BTS x Female original character

Rating: Mature (may include violence, sex, smoking, cursing)

Word count: 4.5k+

Cross posted on Ao3 and Wattpad

I start banging the purple door that indicates that a witch lives here, or in this case… lived. From the corner of my eye I catch how Jungkook jumps a little at the sudden noise which in turn makes Jimin snicker. The door opens while I’m still banging, showing a smiling Dante, an expression that completely disappears the moment he looks at me. For a giant guy he looks so tiny trying to avoid confrontation, before either of us can say anything, a petite blond guy with the face of an angel and bottomless yellow eyes comes waving a spoon. 

“Persephone Keres don’t go killing my boyfriend please, I could feel you seething all the way to the kitchen.” He places his hands on his hips, the incubus has enough sass for an entire country, and not a small one. “Now don’t be rude and introduce us to your friends.” Shit!. I turn to find three pairs of amused eyes, trying to hold back laughter. 

“Stephan, Dante, this are my bosses. Mr. Kim, Mr. Park and Mr. Jeon.” Stephan pulls each of them into a tight hug, I wanna protest because this is truly not culturally appropriate but I notice the three boys relax into the embrace, returning the gesture. Dante follows Stephan’s example embracing the boys and introducing themselves.

“Thank you for inviting us to your home. We are very honored.” Jimin bows in gratitude “Me and Jungkookie made a reservation for one of your restaurants the moment we found out about this trip. So when Taehyungie was bragging about your partner inviting him to have dinner with both of you, we couldn’t help but beg him to ask if we could tag along.” Well, this was news to me. Stephan waves off his comments, clearly pleased at it. 

“Oh babies!!” He actually squeaks “You are the cutest! There is absolutely nothing to thank for, this is your house. You are always welcome. With that being said, if you still want to go to the restaurant, let me know beforehand so I can treat you to something extra special. You can ask Seph for my number.” The blond pauses and narrows his eyes a little “Actually no, I will have Dante text it to Taehyung and he can pass it along. I don’t trust the witch” I think my eyes are gonna fall from my face at that comment, but the boys just snicker at it. 

“You are such an annoying little brat Stephan” Dante bumps my side playfully, agreeing with me. I missed this two assholes so much. 

“Mr. Stephan” Jungkook starts, making Stephan scoff, he interrupts him before he can continue.

“Oh boy, don’t call me Mister, please. I’m not that old.” This makes Jungkook give him his signature bunny smile and a little giggle.

“Sorry… Stephan, actually what I wanted to ask you is something related to that. Seph-ssi keeps calling me Mister and I don’t know how to stop her, could you…” The other two voicing their agreement behind him has Stephan laughing.

“Oh my! you look like a really cute bunny, how could I say no? Don’t worry boys I will take care of that.” Another groan scaped my throat, my hand finding its way to my face. “Now let’s go to the dinning room, get a bottle of wine open and chit-chat about your celebrity life” 

Before I could follow them to the dinning room, Stephan pulls me into a tight hug. The incubus hugs where always an otherworldly experience. His magic basically consists in making the body feel good and he treats his magic the same way he cooks, with precision. He weaves the exact amount around people to give them what they may need. “Ne said you might need a little more affection than usual, how have you been?” 

“I bet you could answer that question better than me Steph.” He waves me off and proceeds to whisper, really loudly to be honest.

“You should have warned me, how God like are your boys Seph! I will try my best not to drool over them during dinner.” And there he was, being his horny self. “I can’t begin to understand why are you trying to keep them at arms length. From what I heard, they where the ones that sought you out.” 

“First it’s not my fault that you have never seen them, they are literally famous, their faces are everywhere and second, yesterday was the first time we actually crossed more than three words! Why is everyone acting like we have been friend forever and I’m pushing them away. It’s creepy and weird!” 

He gives me an eye roll, I’m pretty sure he saw the back of his head “You know time is just a weird ass human construct. Besides the company sought you out and you asked for a ‘back of house’ job so you wouldn’t have to interact with them. Don’t even try to deny it, I know this because Dante quacked about it.”

“That busybody needs a new hobby.” I humph “Let’s go before they think we are talking about them”

“Oh honey, they definitely know.” 

When we enter the cozy dinning room Dante was already pouring wine for they boys and whatever chatter had been going on stoped the moment we stepped into view, I narrowed my eyes towards my best friend but he just smiles back. Sitting on the free spot between Jimin and Jungkook, I take a sip from my already full wine glass, the rich velvety taste makes me moan, causing everyone to laugh. “I went to the Castello that you like earlier today to gab your favorite amore, can you go back to loving me now?”

“If you brought me an extra bottle to take home, I will think about it.” I give him a little wink. 

That earns me a huff “You brat.” He proceeds to stick his tongue out to me and I reciprocate the gesture. 

“Children, children, please. We have guests.” The petite blond comments as he places a few food plates on the table “Please grab whatever you like, and don’t be shy.”  

Once we are al settled with our plates full, Taehyung is the first to try the food, his reaction nothing less than hilarious, his eyes roll back and he lets out a loud moan that only keeps getting longer as he keeps chewing the food. Stephan is grinning from ear to ear now. “OH MY GOD JIMINNIE, YOU HAVE TO TRY THIS!!!” He then proceeds to feed Jimin a taste, which elicits another moan but this time from the pink haired boy. The expression on Taehyung’s falters for a second, a flash of something primal crosses his hazelnut eyes, the magic inside me stirs curiously, but whatever it was, disappears all too quickly and I can’t help but wonder if I imagined it.

“I’m glad you liked it, this are my specialty dishes, all crafted with lots of love… and passion of course.” Stephan winks at no one in particular and it makes me choke. “So tell me all about you, pretty boys. You seem like an interesting bunch.” 

Jimin is the one to answer, Taehyung being to busy inhaling his food and Jungkook looked  pissed at his food, to immersed in it to actually form a coherent sentence. “Well, I like soft things, I think it’s a sensory thing. I love to travel, get to know new cities. My favorite city is Paris.” He stops to think with a soft hmm. “I love cats, I’m allergic but it doesn’t really stop me from smooching my face on them every time I see one…” this makes my friends laugh a little “there is not much to tell to be honest, I’m not that interesting, I spend must of my time working so it’s hard to have hobbies or anything really worth telling.” He finishes with a smile, I could tell both Italians where impressed not really expecting that type of answer.

“Oh, I love photography and fashion!” Taehyung adds with his mouth half full, earnings him a swat on the back of this head from Jimin “Aish! Whats wrong with you?! I just wanted to tell them about my personal interests as well”

"Stop talking when you are eating! It’s disgusting." Jimin counters.

I could see amusement dance on Taehyung’s eyes, and then a slow smirk started to grow "YOUR FACE is disgusting" he chuckles, as if his comeback was the best one out there and not one a kinder-gardener would come up with. 

"Real mature Tae" His response was to stick his tongue out and we all bursted into laughter at the friendly banter. They looked adorable while bickering. Stop! They are your bosses remember? They are most definitely not adorable!.  

"Paris is my favorite city too Jimin! There is just something in the air that exudes romance, you know?" Jimin nods at Dante’s statement and answers in a low tone, as if talking to himself.

"I guess it's the aura of old art, classic poetry and absolute hedonism that has been embedded in every part of the city, that just makes me feel... high, in the most lucid way possible. As if every time I step in it's streets, it sang to me, lulled me into a state of pure ecstasy..." The words sank into my stomach, of course he felt like that. It made a lot of sense and I couldn't believe I hadn't caught on the fact sooner. Jimin was blessed by Aphrodite.

Aphrodite had claimed Paris many centuries ago. Gave it her protection; flooded the city with her magic until it drowned in love, sex, passion, beauty... becoming a beacon to every kind of art, which in turn fueled the Goddess’s magic; creating a symbiotic relationship of pure uninterrupted power between The Deity and The City of Love. 

While many Gods favored Paris, it was Aphrodite's city, always under her care, always pumping with her unlimited magic. The city resonated so deeply within Jimin, because in a way, that same magic flowed trough him. What Jimin felt when he was in the city... well it just meant that he had The Goddess favor and she was calling for him. I wonder if he has answered?.

To be honest, it made perfect sense. Aphrodite has an obsession with pretty things. And with the way Jimin played his duality -being a sexy demon with siren eyes luring thousands to their deaths and then turning into an adorable little mochi, with crescent moon eyes that could solve every problem on the world- I could bet my right arm that it had taken all but 2 seconds for the Goddess to fall for him. His indescribable talent securing the divine favor even further. 

Dante searched for my eyes as if looking for confirmation, but it was news to me too. Making me curious as if the other boys where favored as well. Not that it was extremely rare, but it wasn't common either; the Gods where picky to say the least. 

"Do you visit often?" The word scape my lips without permission, making Jimin turn to me, his glistening almond eyes locking into mime, making my heart skip a beat. His stare holding so much power; the single look causing my magic to tingle as if he was reaching within my soul, where it resided, caressing it.                                       

"Not as much as I'd like." His answer was laced with a little bit of disappointment. 

"Next time you want to spend a few days there, call us! We know some amazing places for you to visit!" Jimin gives a radiant smile and nods at Stephan's words. Then the petite Italian turns to Taehyung to ask. "So fashion huh? You look like you could be a model! I can't picture someone not falling for you the moment they saw you" He gives a wink and Taehyung turns a soft shade of red, pulling his hands to his face in a cute attempt to hide in them. 

"Yeah, I do love modeling. I get a similar feeling to the one I get when I'm on stage." His boxy grin making an appearance "But I also love what fashion represents, the stories you can tell with it." This deeply resonates within me, making me take a huge sip of wine.                        

Jungkook must have finished eating because for the first time he speaks. "I think your style is so cool hyung!" 

"And you precious bunny? Tell us something about you" This makes him furrow his nose, adding effect to the nickname. I need more wine.

"I like boxing." He states simply with a huge grin in his face. This makes everyone laugh, then adding coyly "Is there any more wine?" 

I stand hurriedly "Yes, that what we need. More wine" I dash into the kitchen and come out with two more bottles ready to fill everyone's glasses. 

 After a few more bottles of wine and a spectacular dessert, we are all relaxed in our tipsy state, talking about music, food… Dante was in the middle of explaining why churning the ice-cream clock wise was better, when a tipsy Taehyung caught my attention, he leaned in to give a peck in Jimin's plump lips, and then another one in his jaw, he continued creating a path of soft placed kisses towards the pink haired boy's neck, where he stayed nibbling a little and then settling in an intimate manner.  Jimin'a arm going over Taehyung's shoulders, holding him with such delicacy, as if he was holding the single most precious thing in the world.

"It's an intoxicating view, isn't it?" The soft whisper brushing my ear, almost making me fall from my chair. Jungkook was so close I could smell his sweet marshmallow essence. He must have seen the shock in my face, and yes there were rumors, about all of them. Different pairing, or ships or whatever they called them. There were even rumors about them with different girls, but I wasn't expecting any of them to be true. "You are not gonna tell, right Seph-ssi?" I could feel the weariness beneath his confident tone, it was easy to tell he was feeling protective over his bandmates.  

"Of course not, this is no one’s business, but theirs." I reassure him.

He lets out a sigh of relief “Good. I knew we could trust you.” 

“You barely know me Jungkook.” 

“Yeah, but something in my belly tells me you are ok, besides I’m not the only one who trusts you. Do you think they would be so comfortable and obvious about their relationship if they didn’t feel safe?” His question stirring something within me. Safe, a word that makes my blood freeze. A feeling I haven’t experience in a long, long time. My magic becoming distressed at the thought of someone feeling in danger; before I could even protest, it decided we were doing everything so they could keep feeling safe. 

A loud clap from one of the Italian’s startled the four of us making us jump, the bitches snickered. “Okay! love birds, precious bunny, wicked witch of the west” I squint my eyes at that “I think it’s time you all head to bed. You all look to drunk for your own good and to my understanding, you all have work tomorrow.” We all responded with a choir of boo’s to Dante’s suggestion and of course his savior Stephan stepped up.

“Aww, the drunk babies are pissed!” He cooed at us. “C’mon, he is right. You all can stay here if you want or I can give you a ride back to the hotel, but you babies need to sleep if you don’t want to be zombies tomorrow.” 

He ends up giving us a ride. 

The bastards were right… my alarm is way to loud, my head is pounding and I could swear we didn’t drink that much last night but it appears I might me wrong on that statement. Fuck. With every single muscle in my body protesting, I manage to stand from my hotel bed to find my grimoire and supplies.  

My tiny travel cauldron is filled with a tweaked healing potion; made out of coffee, vanilla and poppy seeds. My mom used to brew the original version of this potion whenever we caught a cold; so, when university started kicking my ass with all-nighters and hangovers, I changed it a bit. Made it coffee based, added some sugar, and now it was my life-saver potion as well as the perfect morning drink. 

I conjure four disposable coffee cups, to lazy to actually go down and ask for them and pour the potion into them. I can’t have the boys feeling like shit when they have to work, so I might have brewed a little extra to give them some. Just out of pity, nothing else. 

I have to be at the Palazzo Pitti at eleven to help with the arrangements for the boys arrival. I know I’m already late but it doesn’t stop me in making a quick pit stop in Jungkook’s room, praying he is up or that he hears when I knock. A soft grumbling voice answers something completely incoherent but a minute later the door opens to a barely awake Taehyung, his hair looking like a bird’s nest, his t-shirt is all twisted over his slim frame and his eyes are barely open. 

He perks up a little when he spots me “Good morning Taehyung, how are you on this bright morning?”

“Why are you so loud? And how do you look so perky? We just want to find a hole and die in it.” I snickered and thanked the Gods for healing potions. 

“Sorry, I brought coffee for the three of you. Drink it, you will feel better.” He scrunches his nose  at that.

“I don’t like coffee” His whine is so cute. 

“It tastes like vanilla and it’s sweet. Don’t be stubborn, I swear it will make you feel better.” He grumbles but promises he will drink it. “Okay, I have to run, see you later.”

Everything that could go wrong was going wrong. 

Today we were shooting the first part of the concept photos for the boys next project. The past few months we have been working on creating a dark fantasy world that goes with their next albums storyline. It has been a blast, because it has allowed the whole art department to exploit concepts, looks and ideas that wouldn’t have been possible otherwise. Today and tomorrow the boys where gonna play the part of mysterious princes. The outfits we picked for this specific part of the concept were… well… regal. Lots of black and gold, embroidery, decorative buttons, heavy fabrics, jewels… oh the jewels! Crowns and chains and rings and tons of pretty sparkling stones. To say that all the art department was living their best dream was the biggest understatement. 

But right now, everything was not regal! 

It was chaotic. AS FUCK.

One of the new assistants, that carried herself with an air of superiority, had forgotten the suitcase with part of Hoseok’s outfits, Jimin’s jacket buttons kept falling and the same assistant  that forgot the suitcase couldn’t stop chitchatting with everyone that came by and fawning over the boys, instead of actually helping or doing her actual job. I was gonna loose it if she came once more and asked ‘is this how you sew a button?’ So when I felt a tap on my shoulder, my body tensed and my magic responded by coating my skin with a light electrical current. 

The soft ‘oww’ came from a very familiar voice, one that was most definitely not the annoying assistant. I turned to find a furrowed bunny nose looking at his finger like it had betrayed him. I wanted to slap me in the face. 

“Sorry Jungkook, I must have been building static electricity by walking barefoot in the carpet” I lie “Is there anything I can do for you?” 

“It’s ok, just took me by surprise” His grin is form ear to ear now “Actually yes, I wanted to know if I could take the tag out of the shirt, it’s so itchy. I asked Na-Ri-ssi if she could do it, and she said she had to ask you. Anyways, I told her I could come and ask you myself, she tried to convince me that it was her job to deal with it, but… I’m very persuasive.” He grins triumphantly making me roll my eyes and laugh. 

“Yes, we can remove the tag. Let me go grab some scissors.” I return and have him sit down so I can maneuver to actually cut the tag without damaging the shirt or hurting Jungkook “You do know that if you are uncomfortable in any of your outfits, or if they are bothering you, we can fix it right? That’s literally our job.” 

“Really?” He genuinely sound surprised at the statement “Thank you! The last head stylist tended to be a bit… stuck up. Used to say discomfort is part of fashion” UGH! Freaking fashion divas.  

“Yeah… well, that’s not how we are working from now on. If something bothers you, come tell me or tell one of your stylists, we will do everything in our power to fix it. I will hold a meeting tomorrow with the whole team to clear it out, but if you can let the others know, I would appreciate it.” The last thread snaps under the scissors. “There you go. Go finish the shoot. If you need anything else, send someone to find me.” 

He stands ups to go back to set but he stops and turns “By the way, thank you for the morning coffee, did wonders for our hangover. Seriously, I thought we weren’t gonna be able to survive today but we feel perfect. Like magic.” I smile back at him and then shoo him with my hands.

“You are welcome, now shoo.” He grins again and skips his way to finish the shoot. This boy. 

“OH MY GOD!! Did you actually talk with Jeon Jungkook?!” I was gonna kill this girl. Maybe if I turn her into a plant… 

“Yes, that’s my job. You should go and do yours.” I knew I was being rude, but I didn’t care. I hate inefficiency, and this girl was what appeared on the dictionary when you looked up the word. 

“Yeah, but, like, you talked, talked. Like, I heard you calling him by his name.” Her nasally voice was piercing my skull. “Like, are you friends? Or something?”

“Nope, he is my boss. Na-Ri-ssi” Na-Ri, was my right hand. An excellent stylist and kind hearted girl. She appeared with her lovely round face and big eyes, that only turned bigger when she saw who was pestering me. “Could you be a dear, and find something for…” 

“Eun Young” The assistant said proudly.

“Yes, Eun Young to do? Please?” I pleaded with my eyes. Na-Ri saw my desperation, swallowing a laugh, she nodded.

“Of course boss” She winked at me. “Come girl. Let’s go be useful, for a change.”

I let out a loud sigh. This job was gonna age me prematurely. 

After what was a long day we stored everything and readied the things for tomorrow. Everyone was on a light mood and wanted to go get drinks, but I was so tired specially, after yesterdays dinner that I just wanted to head to the hotel, grab a cold shower, and sleep. I thanked my team, said my good-byes and headed outside. 

The cigarette on my lips tastes like heaven after the day we had at set. The chilly night was just perfect. Tonight the stars that painted the sky were whispering loudly, their voices carrying prophecies to some and poems to others. The waning moon romancing lovers, weaving tapestries of dreams in the endless night. The soft wind carrying fortune and a promise of new beginnings. I truly lived for this moments when the universe gifted us brief immortality.  

My body was begging for a rest by the time I arrived to the hotel, so with a swift beeline  I jumped into the human sized tuna can, the uncomfortable feeling settling in the pit of my stomach, just like every other time body was surrounded by metal. When the elevator doors where about to close a hand stopped them prompting them to open again only to reveal a black haired boy, with a soft nose and pouty lips. Min Yoongi was dresses covered in what looked like layers upon layer of clothing, topped with a black heavy waistcoat and a chunky scarf covering half his face, it would be so easy to not recognize him beneath all that fabric but his eyes where visible and the fire burning in them was a tell tale of who he was.  

“Mr. Min” I bow in greeting, responds in a similar manner and proceeds to push the button to his floor. 

I thank the Gods the silence during the ride is not filled with awkwardness, Yoongi’s aura was strong, I could feel the power emanating from his soul but somehow it wasn’t imposing or unsettling. His presence somehow soothing the discomfort that was stirring my magic, caused by the metal walls.  

A screech of metal and a light tremble was all it took for my heart to skip a few beats. The fucking contraption STOPED. 

With us inside.

No, no, no, NO!.

I could feel my magic agitating again, a ball of fear forming in my throat, my breath starting to become quicker and shorter. My foggy brain managed to recognize a soft voice uttering an impressive repertoire of curses. 

Logically a quick spell would have solved this situation but my growing panic was leaving no room for reasoning. 

And suddenly I’m not at the elevator anymore. I’m back at the place where all my nightmares started, where everything crumbled. 

The unnatural cold seeping trough the metal cage, my body unable to hold to an ounce of heat.  The continuous aching caused by days of incessant torture. The blood tickling from my writs that were held by the wide metal shackles, anchored to the wall by chunky chains; glowing with several enchantments to keep my magic at bay. My throat raw even though it hadn’t uttered a single scream in days -not even when the pain had become unbearable- thanks to the shackle adorning my neck laced with a charm to prevent any kind of sound. 

Summary: Persephone Keres is a witch with a dark past; she never imagined that a knock on her door from the celebrity and her current boss, Kim Taehyung would lead her right to what she was running from. When she started working for the biggest band in the world as a stylist, she believed she was finally escaping her fate but the Gods had entangled their destinies, and now the only way to survive what was coming was… together.

Genre: fantasy, polyamorous relationship, witches, bts idol au, romance, fluff, angst

Pairing: BTS x Female original character

Rating: Mature (may include violence, sex, smoking, cursing)

Word count: 7.0k+

Cross posted on Ao3 and Wattpad

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My hotel room looked like a tornado passed through but I couldn’t find my lighter, my needed for a cigarette was starting to become desperation. Travel days always got on my nerves. My Witch side didn’t respond that well to airplanes. 

A strong knock on my door made me stop my search, with slight resignation I stood from my current position on the floor, replied a “coming” while grabbing my purse and proceeded to go answer the door. 

To say that I wasn’t expecting the person that was standing on the other side of the door was an understatement, it took me a whole 30 second to react and make a 90 degree bow.

“Mr. Kim good night, is there anything I can do for you?” Kim Taehyung, a member of the largest boyband in the world… and my boss was standing in front of my door scratching his head, grinning like a teenager about to ask permission to go out to his parents. 

“Hi” he did a quick bow “are you Persephone? Sorry to bother you but one of the  other stylist may have said that you where the one to see if I wanted a cigarette.” This makes me chuckle. 

“Please call me Seph and I guess my reputation precedes me” I start searching in my bag and pulling packs out “So… I have menthol, chocolate, reds and some rose and lavender that I roll myself” I wave the four packs in the air, his boxy grin gets a little bigger, which makes me add “I may have some vapes inside as well if you want me to search for them…”

He lets out a little laugh waving his hands “No, no, if you sell me a pair of menthol ones I would be eternally grateful.” I hand him the pack. 

“You can keep the pack, is there anything else I can do for you Mr. Kim?” 

“Oh, how much do I owe you?”

“Nothing, don’t even worry. I have more and I should seriously stop smoking” I give him a huge smile “If that is all Mr. Kim, have a goodnight.” I bow, closing the door and start heading towards the elevators 

“Actually…” his voice stops me “are you going out?” I turn, he is scratching his head again with the mischievous grin. 

“Yup, I was heading to grab a smoke and an ice cream from my favorite place in the city” His eyes grow a little bigger getting a cute little spark in them “Do… you… wanna… come?” His answer is an enthusiastic nod accompanied with a huge boxy grin “Great. Do you have to go grab a cap, a mask?” He nods again, making me laugh a little  “I will see you in the lobby in five?” He nods a third time and sprints to what I assume is his room.

I’m waiting by the lobby door, my mind berating me for inviting my boss to come grab an ice-cream with me, there is no scenario where this is not a bad idea. Crap. My magic sits restless in my stomach, a product of my own anxiety. There is an endless list of why I should have kept my mouth shut, starting with the fact that absolutely no one within the company, and specially not my seven bosses, knew anything about the Witching World or the danger they may face, if certain people where to see them near me outside of a professional environment. That’s exactly why I had accepted the job on my terms of being a ‘back of house’ stylist, which basically consisted in helping with the conceptualization of looks and dealing with international brands to get the pieces for the outfits we needed which meant I had little to no interaction with the boys whatsoever. 

I seriously can’t believe how my mouth had betrayed me that way. My magic was becoming more and more restless in the pit of my stomach, when the feeling of a light tap tap on my shoulder pulls me out of my thoughts, making me turn around to find a tall slim guy dressed in jeans and a knit cream sweater with a black mask and black beret hat over his brown fluffy curls. His attempt to hide is identity was cute and mostly useless considering how their fans could recognize them from the tip of their ears, to avoid any uncomfortable situation I cast a quick spell to actually hide who he was, it may not work for magical being but there was no way the regular human eye would recognize him tonight. 

“Okay, I’m ready to go. Let me follow you to the magical ice-cream place you where talking about” He began bouncing on the ball of his feet and it was easy to tell he was smiling with anticipation bellow his mask. 

We walk out of the hotel to the fresh night air of early March. For the first time in a couple of days I take a deep breath filling my lungs, my magic steading a bit more at the sight of the Arno river, water always helped with grounding. Right in front of us we had the view of Florence’s lights dancing in the water, an instant pang of nostalgia struck my chest, I missed this city so much, I missed the cobblestone streets, the smell of fresh espresso in the mornings and fresh baked pastries at night, the sweetness of drinking in the afternoon a glass of wine with a delicious pizza, the weekend trips all over Tuscany, the buzz of ancient magic that flows trough the city… a loud “whoa” pulled me out of my thoughts. 

“It’s gorgeous right?” I can’t help but ask. Taehyung nods enthusiastically. “Let’s go. We have to cross to the other side of the river” We start walking, both of us pulling our cigarettes “Shit, forgot I lost my lighter. By any chance you have one Mr. Kim?” His melodic laugh startles me a little. 

“I have one and I will only lend it to you if you stop calling me Mr. Kim, call me Taehyung-ssi or Tae if you are feeling bold but please I’m begging” he trows his hands in the air very dramatically “I’M BEGGING, stop the formality” His drama was hilarious, actually making me laugh. 

“Fine, fine, can you please lend me your lighter? It’s been such a long day and I really need a cigarette.” He smiles, lights my cigarette and proceeds to light his. The heavenly feel of the first drag, the way the smoke caresses my throat feels just right, I let out a deep breathe and my sight becomes clouded with smoke and just for a moment I feel steady and calm. 

We walk in silence, enjoying our cigarettes, the murmur of the city, the flow of the river. We start crossing the Carraia Bridge and when we reach the middle Taehyung stops and leans into the old stone taking in the view of city. 

“You know? Its my first time in the city, and I have walked like… one street and half a bridge but it kinda feels magical” His deep voice matches the Florence night vibe down to a T. 

“It does, doesn’t it?” Little did he knew, how right he was, this was a city filled with ancient magic. He answers with a soft ‘mhm’.

We continue walking until we reach Sbrinos, a small ice-cream shop that makes hand made gelato and every day offers a variety of different flavors, it’s widely popular and it might have something to do with the fact that the owner infuses a little bit of magic when he churns the gelatos, taking advantage of the ingredient’s properties. Dante was one of the best herbalists healers in the witching world. We go inside the tiny gelateria, the insides are beautiful, the stone walls covered in vines and local artists paints. 

I spot the huge man behind the counter serving a young boy, his broad shoulders hunched while he serves the gelato. Dante may be a 6’2” giant, with a muscular broad body but in reality his bearded face, tatted arms and piercing glance where just the facade of a big ass teddybear, the fact that he extended his magical abilities towards his hobby of making gelato was a testament to his soft personality. When he feels the two new presences his heads lifts and a loud booming voice is calling my name.

“Seph! Bellissima, come stai? Mi mancano tuoi visite di mezzanotte amore” I can’t help but laugh at my best-friend’s stupid antiques, of course he misses my midnight visits, we would gossip about all the Italian fuck boys we encountered, and Dante was the worst busybody in the whole Tuscany region.

“Dante, I missed you too! How have you been? How is Stephan?” He hands the ice-cream to the little boy and walks around the counter to embrace me in a huge bear hug. 

“I have been doing good Amore, business is doing great and Stephan is been amazing, he took me on a surprise trip to Venice last week, one of the must romantic weekends of my life.” He is grinning from ear to ear “But how about you principessa? You are always so busy with work and you haven’t come to visit in six months, you know Mrs. Rossi is gonna throw a pot in your head when she sees you right? She is pissed, keeps saying you have to take a break.” I cringe at that. I was planning to surprise Mrs. Rossi with breakfast tomorrow, I know the 90 year old seer thinks I’m overworking myself, because she tells me so every time I call, and I know she will berate me to dead when she sees how much weight I have lost in the last months. Dante must notice my pout because he lets out a loud laugh and hugs me again. “So are you here for pleasure Amore?” I can’t help but laugh again.

“I wish. Actually, I’m working but it’s good because it’s a light schedule and I get to spend the next three weeks and a half here, which makes me extremely happy.” We came to Florence because the boys where shooting some concept photos for some projects taking advantage of the fact that they had a big photo shoot and the recording of a fashion film as brand ambassadors for an up and coming brand. My job was technically easy this weeks because we planned this concepts for months, we had the looks ready to go and for the brand shooting they where the ones bringing the pieces, I just had to coordinate the sizes, styles and preferences for each boy with the brand beforehand which meant I just had to show up and make sure everything ran smoothly in the set. “Let’s say it’s almost like vacations” 

Dante tsks and flicks my nose 

“Don’t talk anymore Amore! You are breaking my heart, have I taught you nothing? Work hard but don’t forget to enjoy life.” Just then he remembers I’m not alone and I realize we have been talking in Italian all the time, which seems like a rude thing to do to your boss. What is worse is how Dante is eating alive Taehyung, making him squirm under his gaze which makes me punch his arm, hard, making him wince. “I’m sorry we have been so rude, I’m Dante. Are you one of Seph’s boyfriends? Do I need to threaten you?” This earns him another punch on this arm.

“DANTE!! WHAT THE FUCK?!” I shriek, but Taehyung only laughs and crosses his arms signaling a no, with the very Korean gesture.

“No, actually I am one of her…” He pauses considering what to say. “coworkers. My name is Taehyung” he bows and extends his army in greeting “but I am curious to hear all about her boyfriends, I’m always down for some good gossip.” I narrow my eyes towards Dante and the bastard just laughs and pats Taehyung on the back. 

“Oh, Mr. the amount of stories I have of this girl are unbelievable, you know this once…”

“Don’t you dare Dante! I just properly met Taehyung today, don’t make me never bring anyone again.” I point at him “He just tagged along for the amazing ice-cream I promised.” Dante just shrugged it off.

“Maybe next time she brings you pretty boy, I will be allowed to talk.” He winks and makes Taehyung laugh again. “So today we have your favorite red wine gelato” Dante begins pointing at me and then turning to look at Taehyung. “Which I totally recommend if you want that fuzzy feeling of infatuation and adoration pretty boy or if you want something more creamy to make your night sweeter and comforting you should try the caramello al sale or if what you are looking for is pure euphoria then you have to get a baccio della casa e buonissimo” He starts serving the wine gelato “So what can I get for you pretty boy? What do you crave?” Taehyung looks at me as if looking for an answer and then back at Dante. 

“I will get the caramel one… please?” He gives Dante his typical boxy grin which I know is melting Dante in the insides, because he throws me a look that says it all. he has always had a soft ass spot for pretty boys and my boss had the one of the prettiest faces in the world only rivaled by his bandmates faces. When Taehyung turns to check some decoration inside the parlor, Dante mouths “You brought a literal god to my shop without warning me! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?” That made me wince, I knew my bosses where handsome I wasn’t stupid, but I tried not to think about it, because what would be the point of doing my job more difficult than it already is? So I just tend to ignore their looks. Dante will never let me hear the end of this once we are alone. 

He hands us our ice-creams and both me and Taehyung reach out to pay, which leads to a bunch of things happening at once, the first being an incredulously offended face from my boss, he started spewing something in Korean that completely passes over my head because at the same time I got a huge Italian man talking and gesturing at light speed.

“Stop, stop, stop, please! I think my brain just short circuited, I understood absolutely nothing from what you just said and somehow I still feel like a two year old getting scolded” 

“Yaah! Of course you are getting scolded, you brought me here, the least I can do is buy you an ice-cream” my boss pouts.

“And while I would normally agree with pretty boy over here, the ice-cream is on the house Amore. You should know this!” Dante crossed his arms and this makes Taehyung grin like an idiot. 

“Seph-ssi, I really like your ice-cream maker friend, can I keep him?” I gape at him, its Dante’s turn to laugh and pat my boss on the back. This wasn’t good. 

“We are having dinner tomorrow Seph, and before you say that you are too busy for that, I don’t care about any excuse you might pull out of your ass, you are coming to dinner tomorrow. Stephan is gonna die when I tell him you are here for a few weeks.” He then turns to Taehyung “You are invited to pretty boy. My boyfriend is one of the best chefs in the city so, don’t eat much during the day” He really didn’t have to tell him that, these boys had the worst reputation of not taking care of themselves properly “And if this crazy bitch doesn’t want to take you, call me.” My boss chocked at his words but Dante didn’t notice or didn’t care, he just handed him his business hard which made me roll my eyes. This really wasn’t good.

We say our goodbyes and leave. Once we start walking with our ice-creams in hand I can’t help but open my mouth.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Kim, I know Dante is a little bit much but he means well. Sorry that you had to pass as a coworker, If I had known he was working today I would have never brought you, normally he rests on Mondays. I’m so so sorry.” His chuckle takes me by surprise, I wasn’t expecting him to be ok about it. 

“Hey, first of all you called me Mr. Kim again, that’s unforgivable. Now you have to take me to your dinner tomorrow, that’s gonna be your punishment.” He winks at me and I’m sure I’m gapping now. “Second I absolutely loved Dante I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to keep him and lastly this is the BEST ice-cream I’ve ever tried! I would go trough actual hell flames just to get more of this” This makes me snicker “I have to bring Jiminnie and Kookie and Jinnie. Hell… I have to bring all of them here, they are gonna pass out!” His boxy grin couldn’t be bigger by now.  “So… I don’t mean to pry but, are you Italian? Did you grew up here? I was truly surprised when both of you started speaking in Italian, sounded really beautiful.” His voice full of curiosity.

“I took a semester off during college, came here to learn Italian, art history, some fashion” and witchcraft, but I keep that tad bit to myself “ate like crazy, traveled all over Tuscany and met some amazing people along the way.” He just nods. 

“That’s how you met Dante?” 

“Mhm, I used to live right by where we are staying. You know the church that is in front of the St. Regis? It’s called Chiesa di Ognissanti, my apartment was right beside it, one day my roommate and I were craving ice-cream late at night, we googled a place near by and Dante doesn’t close until midnight, the rest is history.” The fact that he was also a witch was just a lucky coincidence. He nods again, checks his phone and places it back in his pocket.

“Taking advantage of the fact that you lived here, and that you owe me for calling me Mr. Kim, can you recommend a place where we can have an amazing dinner, that is not a tourist trap?” He is giving me the biggest puppy eyes I have ever seen. “Jiminie is spamming me about dinner, apparently he is hungry.” 

“Sure, there is this tiny family owned osteria, really close to the hotel. They do the best handmade pasta in town. I don’t know the address but I can walk you and you can send him the location.” 

“That be great, Thank you so much Seph-sii!” His Boxy grin was back.

We were waiting by the restaurant, smoking yet another cigarette when a melodic voice boomed in the empty cobblestone street.

“KIM TAEHYUNG YOU HAVE TO STOP THAT DISGUSTING HABBIT OF YOURS!” I turned tomato color and actually choked like a fucking amateur trying a cigarette for the first time. “AND ARE YOU ROPING POOR INNOCENT GIRLS INTO THAT?!” Now you just wanted the earth to open up and swallow me whole. 

“Yaah! What’s wrong with you Jimin-ah?!” Taehyung pointed at me and continued “Look what you did! You just embarrassed one of your stylists! If she decided to dress you in feathers and sequins for the shoot, I’m just gonna laugh at your face because you deserve it!” He was pouting while shouting at his best friend and soulmate. Park Jimin, an adorable men, with an angelic face half hidden in a huge scarf, framed by pink wavy locks under a beanie, turns to look at me, I was ready to die, so I did the only thing that seemed logical on my panic and bowed. 

“Mr. Park, I’m deeply sorry, when I gave Mr. Kim the cigarette, I didn’t taught it would be a problem! He didn’t rope me into anything I swear, I have been smoking since I was eighteen, nothing to do with Mr. Kim. He was just keeping me company while I smoked.” I could swear I heard Taehyung groan, I knew I was rambling but I couldn’t stop myself “I’m Seph part of your team of stylists and I would never dress you like a psychedelic chick I swear!” The psychedelic chick must have sounded funny because next thing I know is that my pink haired boss is a little ball on the floor laughing his ass off. I could hear Taehyung snickering behind me and just then my brain registered a third laugh coming from the most adorable bunny face ever, the youngest of the bandmates, Jeon Jungkook was holding his muscly body against the wall trying not to fall into hystericals besides Park Jimin. He was the one to gain enough composure to make a really tempting offer. 

“If you dress him like a psychedelic chick, I will make sure you get the biggest bonus ever” He manages to say between laughter “please, please, stylist-nim” 

“Kookie, don’t tempt her please.” Jimin said while standing “I’m sorry, that was so rude of me. I’m Park Jimin and I know my asshole soulmate tends to be a bad influence, I shouldn’t have assumed. Please don’t listen to Kookie and don’t dress me like a psychedelic chick.” Taehyung snickered again at his friend comment. 

“I won’t, you don’t have to worry Mr. Park.” I gave the three of them a polite smile and bowed “I will get going now. Mr. Park, Mr. Kim, Mr. Jeon I hope you enjoy your evening” 

“Aish! Seriously why am I still Mr. Kim?” His voice was reflecting the pout his lips where forming “And what are you talking about, what is this about leaving? You are having dinner with us, its the least I can do since you showed me the best ice-cream in the city!”

“What? You went for ice-cream? Without me?” Now the bunny was the one pouting. The cuteness overload. “Hyuuung that is so mean” he continued whining, making Jimin slap the back of Taehyung’s head, making him wince.

“Yah! Kookie is right! So mean Tae!” If Jimin starts pouting I swear to the gods…

“Thank you, for the offer Mr. Kim but I wouldn’t like to intrude” He groaned.

“Seph-ssi, stop with the formalities, besides it’s not up for discussion, you are having dinner with us. You can add it to your job description for the day.” Taehyung gave me an evil smirk, leaving me with absolutely no argument, accepting with a nod, that made him grin. 

The little restaurant was not to busy but the nice hostess lady gave us a table in a room that was completely empty for the privacy of the boys. 

We were looking at the menu, the boys where discussing what to order when the waiter arrived and asked us if we wanted anything to drink, this made three pair of eyes turn to me, expectantly. Taehyung was the one to speak. 

“Seph-ssi why don’t you order for us? You are the one that knows the place and besides we are not really picky when it comes to Italian food” He batted his eyelashes at me, I don’t think I will survive the night if they keep this up, then turned to Jimin. “besides you have to hear her speak Italian, she has the cutest accent ever!” It was loud enough that me and Jungkook heard his alleged whisper across the table, making me turn pink and Jungkook snicker. With a deep breath, I ordered a bottle of wine and several different plates so they could have different options to try. Once the waiter left, the three of them were completely silent, Jungkook was watching me with his doe eyes, Taehyung was grinning knowingly and Jimin was smirking. Jungkook was the one to break the silence.

“Are you Italian?” His tone was dripping with curiosity, like it had millions of questions and this one just scaped. Before I could answer, Taehyung beat me to it.

“Nope, she took a semester off in college and came to have her eat, pray, love era, how cool is that?” The other two boys let out a low ‘whoa’ this just peaked Jungkook’s curiosity even further.

“I had no idea you were a stylist, I mean you are always around and I remember you asking some questions about some clothes, but you never do what the other stylists noonas do. I just assumed you where part of the marketing team or something like that.” Jimin nodding along his words.  

“I’m more in charge of the concept behind outfits and with dealing with international brands to get specific pieces to create the looks.” The three boys looked confused but it was Jimin who voiced his question. 

“Thats actually the first time I hear that a stylist is in not involved in the whole process. Are you part of like a different team of stylists?” Before I could answer the waiter came with all our food, they tried the plates and moaned in agreement, Jungkook looked a little pissed at how good the food was, furrowing his brows while he continued eating just pausing to look at me expectantly. 

“I’m the only one. When I accepted the job offer, my only request was that I would be exclusively involved in the preproduction part of the styling.” 

“Why Seph-ssi?” Jungkook tilted his head. 

“Well, maybe I should shut up before I lose my job” A nervous laugh scapes, but I can’t seem to actually shut up "I declined when the company first sent the request, but apparently one of you guys had seen some of my work and were pretty adamant about hiring me as your stylist, so the company pushed, made it pretty hard to say no.” Jimin starts choking on his pappardelle, Taehyung automatically patting his back until he calmed down. He took a swig of wine and spoke. 

“You are the fashion designer Yoongi-hyung couldn’t stop talking about! You do a lot of experimental design, don’t you?” He was grinning now “I truly believed they couldn’t get you, I knew Yoongi put in the request but he didn’t say anything afterwards and when we didn’t get an evident new member in the stylist team I just assumed… but I should have known something had changed when the clothing started to be a little edgier” 

“Does Yoongi-hyung know that you are working for us Seph-ssi?” Taehyung inquired. 

“I’m not sure. But my bet is that Mr. Min knows because, one day during my first week a huge arrangement of flowers appeared on my studio, the note wasn’t signed it just said ‘thank you for accepting, means a lot to me’. Never had a clue which one of you was until now.” A soft smile grazes my lips remembering the sweet gesture. 

“He is gonna flip when he finds out we had dinner with you. He tends to be a little… possessive” Jungkook sneers, making Taehyung reach over the table to flick his head 

“Yaah! Are you trying to scare her? Don’t listen to him, fell as a child, now he is missing must of his grey matter. Please forgive him.” I hold in my laugh.   

The dinner continued with a light atmosphere and by the time we finished all our plates and ordered desert, we could just roll back to the hotel after everything we ate. 

The walk back to the hotel was quick. The night was getting colder, the light chill of the wind through my clothes made me sigh in contempt, this gained the attention of Jimin who tilted his head in curiosity but said nothing. When we arrived at the hotel we hopped into the elevator.

“We are gonna play video games in Tae’s and Jiminnie's room, do you wanna come?” 

“Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Jung but I think I’m going to head to bed, I’m having breakfast really early in the morning and it’s been a long day” I politely declined, and just in time the elevator dinged indicating it had stopped at my floor, I bowed and wished them goodnight. I couldn’t stop smiling, it had been such a nice night, I just hoped this wouldn’t complicate my job or bring any unnecessary danger towards the boys.  

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I was standing outside Mrs. Rossi house, the lavenders she had planted besides her doorstep looked like they where stuck in eternal spring, their color was vibrant, a lot of flowers were either growing or fully grown, the smell so intoxicating, making it easy to get lost in it. This reminded me of home and the lavenders by my bedroom window.

The basket with basket with fresh pastries and some fruit hanged from my arm. I hesitated for a moment before knocking at the door because Mrs. Rossi would make a scene when she sees me, she has a tendency for the dramatic but I loved the old hag. I knocked and almost instantly a shout letting me know someone was coming came from the inside. The door opened and Dorothea, the 12 year old granddaughter of Mrs. Rossi greeted me with a polite smile and a tight hug, as she let me go a petite old woman with a slim frame, soft lilac curly hair that hanged right above her shoulders was pushing Dorothea out of the way and was ready to claim her hug. Nera Rossi was a one of the most gorgeous women I knew, she used to be a model back in the day and she still looked like one in her nineties, her face looked like it was sculpted to be a doll, delicate and perfect, with enough fire in her green eyes to burn entire villages in one look. 

“Beat it squirt, Seph is mine all morning!” Mrs. Rossi told her as she came to hold me.

“But Nonna! This is so unfair!”

“Life is unfair Thea, so shoo!” Dorothea stuck her tongue out to her grandma and started walking away. It was useless to fight Nera, she was stubborn as a goat. When my mother sent me to Florence to hide, my grandma contacted one of her oldest friends, asking her to be my teacher. Nera specialized in shadow work, our lessons tended to be intense and explosive. We were both incredibly headstrong, causing endless arguments between us but in the end her stubbornness is what truly made me understand how to unleash my powers. 

“Bye Seph, come see me some time soon, yes?” Grinning I nodded towards her. 

“Come, come child, let's sit in the kitchen. I will make coffee and give you something to eat. You look so skinny. I saw you where coming so I picked your favorites, I was wondering how long it was gonna take you to you grab your big girl panties and come see me. I’m glad it wasn’t long.” We settle in her vintage sage kitchen table and I can’t help but admire Nera’s kitchen, you could tell that the place has seen and enjoyed countless memories, filled with love and affection. The cabinets were all the same shade of sage but they didn’t look perfect, there were tiny scratches here and there, a testament of how lived this kitchen was. While the style was typical Italian, you could still see Mrs. Rossi in the details, the bases with flowers everywhere, the countless spice racks placed randomly, the herbs hanging to dry in weird places, the cute and funny kitchen cloths… This kitchen felt like home and I appreciated the comfort I so desperately needed. 

“My child have you not been eating?” She caressed my cheek “You keep loosing weight every time I see you. It’s troublesome to say the least. I worry”

“Don’t worry Ne, I swear I have been eating” This was a blatant lie, with the crazy work hours I’ve been putting I barely had time to eat. “I just have been doing a lot of exercise” Nera Rossi was no fool, i knew she could see right through me, with her being a seer and all, it was hard to get away with anything, but she just chuckles and lets it pass. She places a cup of coffee and a plate full of food in front of me. 

“Now eat my dear child, so you can tell me all about your exciting life working for worldwide celebrities.” The grin that paints my face is full of joy. I start digging into my delicious breakfast while I hear all about Mrs. Rossi’s brand new hydroponic strawberry garden, which lead her to adopt a baby raccoon that was stealing her strawberries, so now she had a new garden and a new baby pet raccoon called Cuddles that was currently being babysat by Stephan because apparently Cuddles loved cuddling, catch the irony here, under the morning sun rays by the bay windows at Stephan’s restaurant, Delicia. A spot he had discovered one day Nera and Dante has breakfast together, apparently he would make a fuss if Nera didn’t take him in the mornings and it had become such a sensation having Cuddles at the restaurant. Stephan agreed to come to pick him up the days Nera didn’t stop by and brought him back by luck when the sun no longer hits Cuddles favorite spot. To say that I was excited to meet the baby raccoon was an understatement. I finished eating, knowing we couldn’t postpone the big talk any longer. 

“So baby girl, tell me all about your boys now”

“Neeeeeee” Dragging the e’s in the most dramatic way possible “You know they are not mine, I have barely spoken three words to any of them.” I glare daggers at her and she just waves me off. “The work is good. Tough and long somedays but truly rewarding when I get to see how the pictures turn out, or how empowered they look in the outfits we put together for them.” Taking a deep breathe I continue. “You know how much this all means to me, but I don’t know Ne. I feel like throwing myself at work it’s… not working anymore.” I let my head fall in my hands. Clouds start to form in the kitchen ceiling, starting to rumble with little thunders. “I keep working more and more hours, asking for extra shifts, covering for coworkers, making all the extra trips, but my head still finds time to play tricks on me and I’m afraid of slipping into old habits Ne…” She pulls my face out of hiding and her soft hand started caressing my cheek with nothing but love, her tender strokes feel like she is handling crystal and could brake easily, she sighted. 

“Could you stop the almost storm inside my kitchen? I would hate to have to deal with humidity in my ceiling.” Her comment instantly made the room feel lighter, my clouds beginning to dissipate. “Baby girl, you knew that throwing yourself at work was just a temporary solution for a much more bigger problem” her eyes where so comforting, so soft, so full of love and they just turned softer when tears started to paint my cheeks “Yes child, what you need is a good crying, you don’t have to be strong all the time”

“I don’t know what to do Ne, I really taught this was it… that this job would be what erased my past” my voice cracked “I don’t know how long I can keep running.” 

“Baby girl, thats where you are wrong, you can’t erase your past and you can’t run for ever, it will come a day when you have to confront your demons.” her fingers kept wiping my tears “But remember that you wont be alone trough this fight, there are a lot of people that will be with you when you are ready to take on it. But until that moment comes, please top weakening yourself, try to find a balance and maybe open up to other people, you can be surprised with what you find.” She gives me a knowing smile that made me believe that she saw something coming but wasn’t telling me.“And by the love of the Gods child, eat. If you keep losing weight you will leave me no option but to follow you to Seoul and force feed you or to call your grandma, and I wouldn’t put it past her to crawl out of your cauldron once she hears her little princess is not eating, and then you would have two old hags to deal with in your tiny apartment.” Her sudden outburst makes me laugh between my tears.

“Now, tell me all about  what you are doing the next weeks. I bet you are dying to talk about it.” With that, the heavy conversation ended and we fell into the topic that excited me down to the last detail.  

I had to leave before lunch to pick up some accessories for tomorrows photoshoot. We were saying our goodbyes at the door, Nera gave me a tight hug.

“I know you are here for a few weeks, so if you don’t come visit often I will haunt you down girl.” I chuckled and nodded 

“I’m having diner with Dante and Stephan tonight, want to come? I bet they would love to have you over Ne.” 

‘No, no baby girl. You youngling have fun tonight” she winked at me “Besides, Stephan said your boys are going and like hell I’m gonna meet them before I can threaten them.” I groan.

“Ne, this “my boys” thing is getting annoying and of course my bosses are not going! Mister Kim just said that to be polite.” 

“You have to let Him go at some point Seph.” She murmured “Anyway, shoo girl, you have places to be and so do I.” She started to push me away to get me out of the house and I could swear I heard her say under her breath something along the lines of Mister Kim my ass before she closed the door. 

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The afternoon went in a blur between picking up the missing accessories and finishing some touches in the outfits. I was going over some paperwork for the brand shoot when my cellphone rang.

“Dante, you little bitch I swear if you call me one more time to hurry me, I will curse your ass six days from Sunday!” 

“Sorry for interrupting Seph-ssi” The deep timber of the voice on the other side from the phone, startled me automatically making me cringe, crap, crap, crap. “The manager gave me your number, I just wanted to know if you wanted to walk together tonight.” It took me a moment to realize he was talking about dinner at Dante’s. 

“Thank you Mr. Kim but don’t worry that won’t be necessary. Dante was just being polite, you don’t have to go tonight.” The light chuckle let me know he was going no matter what I said, before he even voiced it. 

“He said you would say that. See you in the lobby, we will be there in a few minutes and then we can head out.” Taehyung didn’t even give me a minute to answer, he just hanged up the phone. shit. I was going to kill Dante, what the fuck is wrong with him? When he called me earlier I had informed him that Taehyung was my boss and how it was a terrible idea for him to have dinner with us. He was so dead. A groan forms in my throat, I had the feeling that the next few weeks were gonna be interesting, thanks to my asshole friend. 

The elevator pings to the lobby. Dreading what my night had in store, I step out of the dangly metal coffin. Taehyung is standing right by the elevators looking dashing in black slacks topped with a gorgeous oversized camel wool coat, his dark hair looked messy as if someone had been running their fingers trough his locks. Damn it! I shouldn’t be noticing how he looks outside of the outfits I put together for him. When he spots me he flashes a boxy grin, tilting his head, expectantly. 

“Come on Seph-ssi. We are gonna be late! Dante said to be there at eight and it’s eight o’five” 

“Don’t worry Mr. Kim, Italians are not that into punctuality. Dante won’t mind one bit. But if you don’t want to come, you can always stay and rest, you do know tomorrow night you have a big shoot, right?” He presses his lips together, shakes his head while he turns and starts walking towards the door. What I didn’t expect was the two figures that rose from the couches, just like Taehyung, my other two bosses looked ridiculously good. 

Jimin was wearing skinny jeans, his black leather racer jacket was open showing a pink sweater that looked so fluffy (I really wanted to touch it), his blond hair was in a similar state as Taehyung’s: messy. His pink plump lips held the biggest smile making his eyes look like little crescent moons, a beautiful sight, specially paired with the bunny smile Jungkook was sporting, his outfit screamed comfort, oversized black cargo pants with an oversized black hoodie and a black beanie covering most of his fluffy black hair. 

With a quick bow I greeted both of them. Taehyung must have caught the surprise in my face because he quickly added “Dante said it was okay if they tagged along, said something about meeting ‘this boys Ne keeps talking about’. Which I have no idea what he means but he did say his boyfriend is a great chef so…” 

My hands balled into fists, my jaw locked and I could feel shadow starting to crawl the walls ready to consume the whole room if needed be. I need to calm down. Taking a deep breath, the rumble of my magic starts to ease, the shadows instantly disappearing. Through clench teeth I manage to utter “Sure, let’s go.” 

Summary: Persephone Keres is a witch with a dark past; she never imagined that a knock on her door from the celebrity and her current boss, Kim Taehyung would lead her right to what she was running from. When she started working for the biggest band in the world as a stylist, she believed she was finally escaping her fate but the Gods had entangled their destinies, and now the only way to survive what was coming was… together.

Genre: fantasy, polyamorous relationship, witches, bts idol au, romance, fluff, angst 

Pairing: BTS x Female original character

Rating: Mature (may include violence, sex, smoking, cursing) 

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