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A deep shuddering breath and a sharp notion in his body, his mind, his magic had shook him and had left him leaving the doorway to Astronomy in a cascading shower of papers from his hand. He had stood there shocked and irritated beyond belief at his clumsiness. That had been a week ago. It had been the start of the downfall as he liked to call it. The beginning of a series of strange events that he thought nothing of until he started to connect the dots, carving out a constellation of sheer confusion and deep belief. Feeling phantom feelings that didn’t fit into his current situation, the pangs of happiness in moments of melancholy chased by warm satisfaction during his insomnia fueled walks all over the campus.

Initially Jeongguk had chalked it up to a rare coincidence, something easy to ignore. But a small inkling at the back of his mind, a dream of his brother raving about familiars and bonding and the side effects that would present themselves once the next step had been completed. And Jeongguk had shot out of bed at 4 am, a cold shiver running down his back. He had stumbled, wrapped up in blankets toward his textbooks and after an hour of intense reading he had laid his head down on the desk in disbelief. There was just no way. And imagine his surprise at the sensation of following a trail only he could sense, through the winding maze of campus and straight into view of Kim Jongin. Jeongguk could only stare on in shock before turning tail and running away.

With this new development had come the initial reaction, the rumors that spread about the two of them. Jeongguk knew half the campus had nothing but distaste in their mouths when speaking about his name. There were only a few, held close and tight that knew the true Jeon Jeongguk. The hopeless romantic who hid away his true feelings about bonding, an act so delicate, so pure, the melding of two individuals in complete trust and adoration. But as luck would have it, things can’t always stay a secret can they? A side effect, one completely uncontrollable had opened his mind entirely to another and Jeongguk had nothing else left to hide behind. No more smoke and mirrors. 

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Partners. 

Oh, but not just partners, assigned partners, and of course, it was Jongin. Why wouldn’t it be?

it was always Jongin.

From the time Chanyeol arrived at Baridegi to now, Jongin has somehow always found a way to weave himself into the familiar's life and even worse, under his skin. He couldn't even pinpoint the exact reason Jongin drove him so insane. All he knew was just the thought of him had his hands itching to ball into fists and had adrenaline coursing through his veins. The thought also tended to be accompanied by the faintest stir of something that could easily be mistaken for something akin to fondness had it been associated with anyone else, but Chanyeol pointedly chose to ignore it.

Jongin and Chanyeol were an unstoppable force and an immovable object, perfect counterparts and natural enemies. Somewhere along the line, Chanyeol’s dislike of the familiar had lead to him unconsciously begin to memorize every detail about the other from the tone of his voice to the way he smelled, and it all got on his last nerve. From a distance, the two were more alike that different -both earth familiars, second order, and good at what they did- but upon further inspection, nothing could be farther from the truth. Jongin was like the human embodiment of summer all soft smiles and warm, glowing skin with smooth edges that drew people in, the polar opposite of the coldness that seemed to define Chanyeol’s sharp corners and reach all the way down into his bones.

“You’re late, asshole,” Chanyeol announced the second his eyes landed on Jongin. Technically, Chanyeol had been early, and he hadn’t checked his watch in a while, but the details weren’t particularly important to him.

Jongin was an asshole either way.

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digital numbers blear hyungwon’s eyesight when he checks the time, somewhere between a quarter to four in the morning and the next day. it didn’t sink in past the lingering fog of ease of the couple drinks that he’d had before he’d texted the older male with the demand for him to come get high in the library with him. to which, he would not accept an answer of ‘no’. that’s why he sat in the far back rows, legs spread and curled, heels of his sneakers pressed together and the phone faced upwards to leave the space in an ominous glow; shadows cast across the ceiling and inside of the shelves. the rips in his jeans leaving his knees exposed and the hood of his jacket still pulled over his head, leaving him in half-glow. 

there was a handful of thick books discarded, ones that hyungwon had selected as they made their way down the rows. he hadn’t explained to jongin what they were for, instead made him lug them and then place them on the floor where he decided was the perfect place to get high. it was only when he’d sat that he began to flip through them, tossing them aside when he got to the end and finding his stash of drugs in the fifth one--a rather large and boring looking book--that he’d commented he couldn’t remember where he hid them last time he was high. there was a breathless chuckle, his fingers blindly finishing rolling the blunt before he glances over at jongin.  

“i know, this is like, the worst time to mention this, but,” jiho looks up at the sky after tearing her gaze away from jonging, hands reaching up in an attempt to touch the sky, but obviously, the stars are way out of her reach; she ends up grabbing nothing but air tainted with sketchy magic and alcohol and laughter, “i failed a test in ancient magics a week ago.” despite the obvious negativity of that fact, jiho can’t help giggling. her hyperactivity may have subdued a little by now, but the drug is still very much flowing in her veins, her cheeriness never-fading. “sorry, you tried so much to help me but i still sucked. i just can’t keep all the details in my head!” she whines, rolling over to lie on her tummy, not giving a single thing about her outfit getting dirt and flattened, half-broken leaves all over itself.

her eyes travel back at jongin in the exact moment someone randomly screams ‘ghosts!’ – and then hell breaks loose. jiho quickly sits up, her gaze scanning the people as panic emerges, students running around and letting out desperate sounds while she’s just sitting there, mind full of confusion accompanied by a similarly puzzled expression. “uh, what is going on? ghosts? what the heck?” she turns to blink at jongin. “what do you think is happening?”