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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.