Bitter Sweet Sympathy

faxjordan‌:

Jordan’s body was still warmed up after one of his grueling workout sessions. The air might be cold, yet he forwent  his jacket to use that to his advantage while ending all that weight lifting in a run through the city. Currently selecting some tunes off of his phone that was linked to air buds. “Hmm…” It shouldn’t have taken him so long but he was struggling between a classic Rain song and one of the more recent bops o enjoy on his trek home. A debate in which he couldn’t just decide how to listen to them back to back. Such strange things often were something he focused on when any normal person wouldn’t take the time and just hit play.

A few minutes later, his decision making was interrupted with the sound of his name. Head snapping up and eyes catching sight of a dear friend. “Kitty!” Sounding oddly reminiscent to Boo in his child like exclamation. Stopping in his tracks to let the other catch up more easily. “Hey! What are you doing out here? This isn’t your usual run time, is it?” Unable to recall off the top of his head.

Despite being sweaty and probably gross, Kitty launched himself at the other familiar. He was easily affectionate with all of those who he deemed as friends and Jordan was certainly one of the few. It was so good seeing his smiling face after such a terrible day. The cat familiar eventually dropped his hug and stopped invading the other’s space. “You are not going to believe the day I had,” he said with a deep pout. “It was so awful that I got sent home early, but instead of going home I came out here to run off the stress.” 

faxjoon‌:

This up close the other looked rather adorable even if he had his face hidden behind tiny hands and the pink hair fell down over those slender short fingers. He knew they needed to talk, because this was probably the worst start to any familiar witch bond since the start of time, which in Gabriels case was no wonder. Being very bad at opening up to anyone, it was even harder to now come to terms with the fact he had a familiar, who seemed to have been looking for him far and wide. A sense of deep happiness washed over him since he never had met someone so determined like him and yet so sweet, while he was a breath of cold air on a winter morning. That warm happiness seemed to overpower every other feeling inside of him, aided by him silently swooning over the smallers cuteness. “I am disappointed being such a failure of a witch to someone, who so eagerly looked for them,” Gabriel spoke softly in his deep voice, finding it easier to stay this warmer man when such a sense of happiness took over his senses. “It doesn’t? Huh.” The latter part was much more to himself, but he did wander out loud as clearly not the whole concept of familiar and witches bond was similar all the world around. By no means was it a great discovery, but still interesting for him to find out and thus feel a lot less disappointed in himself.

Moving away he fixed the male on the spot with a gaze before walking over to his photographer - exchanging probably not more than five sentences, the other left wordlessly and with a peace sign thrown at Joon. Walking back he dug into his pockets to get out his car keys, off which hung a small cat pendant given to him by his manager. Gabriel looked at the smaller male, hoping the other had stopped crying since it was hard for him to watch someone cry, especially if he was the reason. “Moons know? Well I’m hungry as I got up at the ungodly hour of 9AM, so want to grab breakfast?” the model spoke, adjusting himself a bit awkwardly as honestly no one had gotten through to him so quickly and effortlessly. The power the younger held was clearly no joke, thus Gabriel wasn’t sure what to make of the pinked haired cutie, but figured while the other spoke there would be time to eat as well. Mainly since he really needed a good strong coffee to actually move him into a state of being somewhat functionally awake. “My car is parked outside. Coming?” he finally asked, gesturing to one of the doors Joon started to slowly walk towards the exit.

Years of travelling up and down all different corners of South Korea had gone into finding Joon. Years of disappointment and bitterness brewing in the familiar’s chest at how pathetic their bond was that he couldn’t find the one person his life was meant for. Kitty didn’t friendship or family with his witch but he did need his purpose. That was what he reminded himself as he slowed his tears and sniffles until he could look at Joon clearly. His head needed to tilt up just so he could see eye to eye with the other having several inches on the cat’s short stature. Objectively, Joon was incredibly attractive with his dark hair and matching eyes. Then there were the tattoos.  Kitty couldn’t see just how much ink was on his witch, but if was enough to interest him. It was after he finished staring the other down that the familiar started to feel inklings of an emotion coming through their bond. At first he couldn’t put his finger on it but the longer they stood toe to toe with Joon holding him lightly, the easier it was to see the happiness. It came through their bond like Kitty’s favorite yellow yarn unraveling. “The only thing you failed with was staying in one spot long enough for me to find you. Let me be the judge of the rest,” he replied. One dark eyebrow quirked at the other’s mumbled comment, but the familiar didn’t respond. It could be a conversation for another time.

fasohee‌:

starter for @fakitty​

sohee wasn’t usually one for coffee. however, with some creamer and about ten packets of sugar, though, she was definitely willing to reconsider. but the cold was really getting to the small pup, and she was in desperate need of a warm treat. though she preferred hot chocolate, just the thought of the cruel stomach ache she’d have to endure after devouring the dark, creamy goodness made the girl extremely distraught. 

so there she was. standing in line for a cup of coffee, staring off into the abyss as she daydreamed up ideas for a new video. in the midst of doing so, she caught sight of a familiar face a few spots ahead of her in line. though she wracked her brain to figure out exactly why, sohee just couldn’t. tapping her foot impatiently, the girl rushed through her order at the register in order to catch up to the other with a bright smile, a greeting bursting from her lips almost immediately. “hi! do we know each other?” 

kitty’s life had become a bit of a whirlwind in the last two weeks or so. first came with one of his roommates leaving - and this was the one he liked. second was his job. in general working at the 7/11 wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but their were plenty of days where he didn’t feel like putting up with the rush of customers some rude, others nice, but most unpleasant to be around. yet, the kicker and final problem had been gabriel. meeting his witch would forever be imprinted into the cat’s mind.

Gabriel knew it was hard to deal with him as he was closed off, distant and detached from all the years of not having a proper home, a proper connection to life itself. Having someone come rattle at the door, demand to be let in was what unhinged him to the point where his face expressed everything he usually kept inside of himself. This small pink haired handsome male clearly had hoped for a fairytale, but ended up with a nightmare dressed in streetwear and unable to emote. Biting his lip the model looked around a bit panicked as he saw the others reaction, something within him waking up and feeling like a new flower after a long winter. Being much taller it was easy to get around the small male and crouch down enough to level their eyes, Joons orbs frantically looking towards the distraught familiar. Everything within him told the witch to hug and console the male, but his own awkwardness and inability to be openly affectionate chained him, held him back. Instead he put both of his hands on those small shoulders and gave a squeeze, the most he had probably ever shown physical affection to a stranger. It was confirmed by the shocked expression of his photographer. 

“Hey, hey,” he spoke and under his breath cursed in several languages, trying to ease up his voice not to sound like it had been shot and now was a ghost haunting his vocal chords. “I’m not disappointed in you. I don’t know you. It is just…” Gabriel sigh and let his head drop, swearing he needed a drink and probably a whole packet of smokes to get to digest all of this without going absolutely insane. He didn’t know how to express everything that was in his head verbally, having lived to himself so long that opening up was like pushing against old rusted shut doors. “I am not disappointed in you, okay? It is hard to explain being out in the open and I really don’t like talking about these things where everyone can just listen in. Let uh…get some tea? Talk? Do you even want to be my familiar, when I am not following my families lineage of being a healer?” Gabriel tried to let his voice sound warmer, but soon noticed it wasn’t hard as his low voice was smooth and soothing once he focused it only on Kitty. As if their connection melted away so many layers he has piled upon himself over the years, leaving him even more uneasy.

It only made sense that this meeting was destined for failure. At every turn of his life Kitty had been abandoned so why would his fate change now? His parents left him, the first family that took him in left him...now his witch didn’t want him. There was no escaping his fate. Kitty scrubbed his eyes harshly to stop more tears from flowing down his cheeks as he silently cried. He wouldn’t give Joon the satisfaction of knowing he had broken the familiar. Then again, Kitty doubted he cared. It wasn’t until the soft squeeze and warm pressure on his shoulders that the familiar dragged himself out from behind his hands. His watery glare didn’t leave Joon’s dark eyes. Something in his tone had finally changed from the emptiness from earlier. In any other situation he could have hoped. Kitty wanted to have hope. There had been so many lonely nights in his apartment where he spent hours curled up alone in his bed wishing his witch could feel their bond. There were just as many hours spent cursing the witch as well. So much time and energy had gone in trying to locate his mysterious witch that it never occurred to Kitty it could all be in vain. 

Gabriel stood there wordless for a good few minutes, simply looking at the familiar before him as every single emotion he felt flashed across his face - confusion, understanding, happiness, confusion again, fear, anger, disappointment, etc. It was as if his eyes lit up and told everything going on within him while everything else about him stayed unchanging and even more distant than before. It was probably odd seeing such a towering figure seem this disconnected, seemingly staying in this realm only by the heaviness of the Doctor Martens he was wearing. Slowly a clarity settled on his features as if he had come to some sort of understanding within himself, oddly enough the light of emotions slowly dimming again. “Ah.”

Looking towards his photographer, who was on the phone, he looked back and realised he owed some sort of answers to this pink haired male. “Gabriel,” he spoke finally, figuring that was enough for now and then remembered he was in Korea, “Gabriel Joon, so call me by whatever name. I tend to react to both.” There was no smile or warmth, simply distance as somehow all of this news was a full on assault on the barriers he build up around himself. His closed off self feeling someone rattle at the doors and demanding entrance - he did not expect it nor was he sure what to think of it. “Witch is just fine. I don’t really think the terms are gendered, even if many argue differently. Their own bias speaking,” he spoke and finally raised his hand to mess with his hair a bit, a small sign of how inwardly he was panicking as he didn’t know what to do. There was joy in there too, but also sadness that this male was destined for him - a witch, who didn’t follow the family line. A witch, who barely understood their connection to the element of air. A witch, who struggled and had caused the other pain. Gabriel struggled for composure, even if his voice stayed detached from the world around him. 

After all this time, Kitty should have known whatever day dream he conjured up about meeting his witch wouldn’t have matched reality. He had hoped for a smile, maybe a sweet laugh, and on his loneliest days he thought maybe he’d get a hug. It would have been a happy occasion as the fated pair could finally be together. Yes, the familiar hated that he left a family he loved so dearly, but fulfilling his duties as a familiar to a witch that needed him was a deep desire he couldn’t leave unchecked. But those were just dreams. The reality hit him like a slap to the face. The pair stood there staring at each other silently for minutes as the witch went through whatever  he was experiencing. Kitty wasn’t the best when it came to ready human expressions, but he did catch onto one that crossed the witch’s face that left the familiar with a heavy heart. Silver eyes didn’t miss the disappointment, the anger, the confusion. Kitty wasn’t good enough for this witch. 

Joon was about to start moving past the small figure, but stopped as the other stepped closer and looked up at him with those wide silver eyes, trying to be bigger than he actually was. In a way it was rather cute and brave, especially as on most days Gabriel looked like someone, who wasn’t here to be messed with. Something within him told the witch to not let his usual attitude shine and wait for whatever the smaller male had to say. Much to his disappointment it wasn’t much, leaving Joon to open his mouth to let out a rather snappy remark about being bothered by fans. He didn’t mind people, who recognised him, but had said several times to approach him respectfully or not at all - this right here was how never to talk to him. Out of the corner of his eye Gabriel noted his photographer snapping a picture of them, probably getting some unsettling vibes from the pink haired cutie. Gabriel was confident he could defend himself against anyone if need be, even if this Kitty had a very stalkery vibe to his words.

Slowly, painfully so, it clicked what the male said and so the warlock looked over at his photographer to give a small shake of his head. “Come,” he simply replied and started to walk off towards a less crowded area, not sure what to think. This wasn’t a fellow witch as Joon had a nose for them, which meant this was probably a familiar or indeed a very creepy fan, who knew how to be cryptic with him. Whatever the matter would be in a more secluded private area he could use his magic to get away, knowing his photographer lingered around. As they got to a nearly deserted area, his eyes landed back on those silver ones as Gabriels own dominance radiated from his gaze. “Speak. It better be important.”

It took the sound of a camera going off to pull Kitty’s attention away from the witch in front of him to the other person in their group. In the middle of panicking over meeting his witch, the familiar had some how missed the fact that the other man was carrying a rather large fancy looking camera. His nose scrunched clearly displeased with having his photo taken for no apparent reason. However, it did bring to question just what the hell these two had been doing before Kitty interrupted them both. Still, his mind didn’t linger on that train of thought for long as he finally got exactly what he wanted. Kitty held the straps of his backpack tightly and stayed close as he trailed after his witch. There was no denying their bond as he felt it move along as they walked. By walking behind the other, Kitty got a moment’s chance to take in everything about the man without him looking back. Nice clothes, natural black hair pulled back, tattoos everywhere. The stranger looked every inch of a what Kitty thought a bad boy would look like. Suddenly, his plain v-neck shirt and jogger combo seemed to cheap when compared to the handsomeness that was his witch. 

Tall and usually with a glare in his eyes, Joon was setting off towards the full glass wall where the lighting was the best and the number of other people rather low. Having been a model for so long he had an eye for these things, understanding his own features well enough to work with the light. Add to that he actually liked the outfit he was wearing today as it was a delightful mix of Stüssy, Supreme and Blvck Scvle - in short he was comfortable. Joon was someone, who naturally pulled of street style and seemed to be misplaced when wearing a suit or worse male haute couture. Plus his hair, which right now was his natural black, undercut and in a small ponytail actually looked good without a hat. Even his skin, which usually was a dull looking graveyard had a nice glow to it which probably came from his stylist putting on about five different products. In short Gabriel looked good enough to snap some Instagram pictures, which would even seem good to his otherwise critical eye.

However as he started to walk a much smaller male with wide eyes stood before him all of a sudden and not saying a single word to explain why. He looked shell shocked and even with the small stature managed to block the witches path with ease. Looking at the male, there were several beats of tension and silence as the warlock tried his best to figure out who this was - a fan, stalker or someone confusing him for one of those idols he saw during Seoul Fashion Week. “Yes?” he asked finally, raising his brow where the marks of a eyebrow piercing could still faintly be seen. Gabriel decided to give the man opposite him another few seconds before he would simply pass him by and take those photos before going back home to sleep.

Now that he was here standing in front of the witch who was meant to be his everything, Kitty couldn’t find the words to explain the emotions running through his heart. On the one hand, this asshole drove the familiar away from his adoptive family where Kitty spent every night cuddling with the human girl who had rescued him from certain death. On the other hand, this man, who was incredibly attractive, was the other end of a emotional and magical bond that had followed the familiar all of his life. Their bond was weak, but it was there and now the there was standing right in front of Kitty with a disapproving look on his face and an annoyed tone in his words. That bitterness from leaving his family boiled hotly in his gut and brought a raging blush to his cheeks. He needed to speak, Kitty knew that, but something kept a hold of his tongue. Instead, the short familiar took a step even closer with his pink hair falling away from his forehead as he needed to tip his head back to look straight up at his witch. 

ft. @fakitty

there’s a reason that he works at a candy store and it’s not because he’s desperate for any sort of job. if he was that desperate, then he’d probably be working at a mcdonalds. he’s lucky that he has a job like this, even though he has to be cautious whenever he tries to eat a piece of chocolate so he doesn’t get lectured by his boss. though he likes his job, he will admit that the prices of the products are higher than what they should be.

and though he’s graduated, he still has no idea what he wants to do with his literature degree. so he’s saving up until the day he decides what to do, just to make sure he has enough money to do it in the first place. 7/11 was a place he usually went to whenever his chocolate cravings were strong, but he wasn’t lucky enough to eat the boujee chocolate at work. cheap chocolate isn’t as bad as people think it is. as long as it does its job in satisfying minhyuk’s tastebuds, there’s no complaints. besides, slurpees are a delicious frozen treat.

when he walks into the store, he notices the cashier is not someone he recognizes. usually, the cashier would be an old lady who he’d smile and happily call grandma and she would baby him and he’d always leave with a hop to his step. this cashier, however, was a young man who he’s never seen before. is he new? he did see the now hiring signs in front of the store, come to think of it. hopefully, he’s as nice as the old lady who knows who she is.

he bows his head to him as he walks in, “hello,” he says politely before he goes to the candy aisle. maybe i can befriend this guy, too, he thinks to himself. with how awkward i am, i hope i can.

seoul was an expensive place to live. unfortunately for kitty, he had no formal education after spending years as a house pet, so the only place willing to hire him was a dingy 7/11 several blocks away from his shared apartment. so far it paid his half of the bills and no one complained about his service which meant he couldn’t complain as much as he wanted. at least he could keep his bubblegum pink hair. in fact the older lady who managed the store loved kitty to pieces and suggested he keep the color. 

it was his hair that made him stand out in interviews for the cashier position, but it was his soft smile and sweet voice that won the woman over. kitty charmed his way right into his job and now after working the night shift for nearly two months he finally moved up to a day shift watching over the store when she normally would have. it was strange seeing a new set of regulars who didn’t know what to expect for him. it was all the more reason for him to work hard and play nice. 

avec @fakitty​

Joon had only tagged along with his friends, because there were no tattoo appointments and he actually did like hanging out with these his stylist and manager. Both were a famous in their own right, but could fly under the radar very often - such luck was never granted to Gabriel. Tall, distinctive look and above all his sharp looks drew in a lot of curious gazes, some lingering a bit too long for his liking. A low grunt of annoyance came from him as his friends did the check in and he waited on the sidelines, both in the duo grinning to themselves as to the both it was amusing to watch their friend in such situations. Knowing him and his discomfort was in a sense amusing as well as endearing as Joon wouldn’t do it for anyone - not even his own parents, who visited once a year.

Check in done, they shuffled along to the area before the security check, having a small bit of banter before the goodbyes were spoken. Gabriel watched the pair leave, knowing they would be back in a week buzzing with ideas and concepts for him. In a way he waited for it and equally dreaded it - for now he simply looked at his photographer, who was with him, and signalled they should move. “Lets get some airport pictures too. Probably can switch out some things,” he commented in a very monotone bored voice, rich and deep to the ears if there wouldn’t be such a distance and disinterest in it.

After years of searching, Kitty finally felt like he was at the right spot. He sat up right on a bar stool in the middle of an airport coffee shop, forgotten coffee next to him along with an unfinished bagel, continuously scanning the crowd for the one person who’d change his life. His witch was here. Despite having a weak bond, that had more than often lead Kitty astray, he knew this time they were close by as his heart was pounding and palms were sweating.  There was also a bittersweet taste on his tongue that had nothing to do with the black coffee he had ordered. The familiar had left his adoptive human family for this bond, so a lot was riding on their first meeting going well. When he had felt the bond move towards the airport he had flung himself out of his shared apartment and into a cab yelling for the driver to step on it in fear that his witch was leaving the country. 

something wicked this way comes…

now introducing ryu kwang, a familiar who looks remarkably like park jimin. learn more about this magical creature with a look into the grimoire !!

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