#poly!yoongi

Unlike the majority of his kind who live both integrated and undercover among us, witcher Yoongi always felt caught between chairs when it comes to vibrant metropolitan society. Neither has he been fully immersed in nature like a traditional sorcerer because he does incorporate hands-on magic, nor was he truly able to yet embrace an inevitable attraction to humans and technology that he still cannot deny. The tricky situation has been haunting him for longer now, but he does want change.

After his childhood and early adolescence, meaning 130 witcher years of inhabiting wetland huts and lonesome villages, Yoongi eventually does make up his mind to settle somewhere more urban, closer to his kin. The decision is hard, as is packing his tools and convincing his headstrong familiar Jack to join him. Once again, Yoongi ends up isolating himself in a long-abandoned cellar. Somewhere below the old harborfront of Singapore, doing all sorts of cauldron and crystal experiments for hours and hours. 

Exhausting and profound witchercraft, but then again, compared to what more influential colleagues of him are doing worldwide: What Yoongi creates are mostly whimsical and harmless things. Small quality work, step by step. His ultimate goal would be to compile helpful spells in a giant potion book over the years, one to actually publish online for other witchers and witches to freely access. In the back of his mind, it seems like the only way to do something for the greater good with his time, albeit from afar and desolate. 

The isolation greatly fosters his studies. But every other week, he’d begrudgingly have to venture out to collect human hair or some particular fermented ingredients at the next best grocery store. Usually, a small shop called Zhang’s with dim blue neon lights and narrow isles, or a nearby gas station. Using just about every sigil spell he knows to walk swift and unseen through the avenues of early dawn, his familiar neatly tucked into a mason jar in his backpack. Jack enjoys being carried like that, but he does notice how on edge Yoongi is, on the other hand. Singapore isn’t an easy city for a magician who’s used to silence ever since he was a kid. 

Despite all that, guard sigils are one of Yoongi’s strong points, so the two of them get by even after sunset. There are a dozen corners and quay streets to pass, but the spells keep Yoongi just veiled enough. Any district of the city where a fellow witcher left his magical imprint he avoids out of respect, however, and he doesn’t like popular spots, so there aren’t a lot of options where to buy stuff in the first place. 

Since Yoongi is by himself 98% of the time, he’d be impressionable and sensitive to social contact. After longer periods of withdrawal and frustration, he’d even muster the guts to hook up with the next best person somewhat known to him at Zhang’s. Yes, you heard that right: Yoongi has his eyes on the staff and even some regulars that ogle him at the cash point on Mondays. 

In the local bars at the dock he doesn’t want to crash even if the chance of dtf people is higher there, and they’re not busy at night. But he can’t fathom sitting down with some intoxicated middle-class folk where there’s booming music and nuclear family or business topics all over. His 130 years worth of knowledge would come to a standstill. Zhang’s is a mysterious store as loud as the bottom of the sea, the right kind of clientele is there. 

A sizeable portion of desperate singles and outcasts, that is. Sailor- and fishermen, prostitutes, addicts, stressed drop-outs, system rejects who doubt their humanity but struggle daily to retain it. Yoongi likes them better; they’re surprisingly similar to him. He can read minds enough to know who is on the same wavelength as him, it’s no coincidence he visits this store. It’s creeping Yoongi out to know everything at one glance, but then again, it fascinates him. So he acts on it. 

Sure, he’d definitely feel weird flirting and asking someone to meet at their place if he observed interest in him — which would ironically come with ease given his enigmatic vibe and appearance. It’s like moths to the flame. Love and attraction potions Yoongi wouldn’t dare use, however. He’d already feel guilty enough to keep his lonely dick wet. Yoongi doesn’t want to be needy but can’t ignore the occasional urge interrupting his concentration during spellwork, reminding him that not all things are technology and controllable by magic. 

He sort of but not fully came to terms with how he’ll always feel ambivalent about sex. Not that his hook-ups would ever care or even notice. He has a lot to offer and doesn’t even know. Besides that he carries around a scorpion, most of his casual lovers see right past his antics. In fact, he’d probably have to limit his erotic encounters not to be too noncommittal and have more than just a handful of people request he visit them one after the other for a quick romp. Zhang’s can only sell so many condoms. 

But then again, Yoongi might end up liking that. To get passed around between so many kinds of people who he’d get closer to over time, even striking up longer afterglow conversations which would have been unthinkable to him months earlier. His familiar he knows inside out, his potions, too; humans and their subtle sexual and social influences on his magic are a different game. 

The talks would inspire him to create more useful spells and bring the book to fruition a lot earlier than he thought only half a year later, making it an insider tip among magic experts online. Which would even draw some curious witches and witchers from neighboring bay districts to his home for practical advice and maybe— well, some other favors. Which would come at a surprise, but since he’s gathered some experience already... Yoongi is going to have a good time.

Witchers of his folk live up to 540 years, so it is safe to say that Yoongi still has quite an interesting journey ahead in the borough. ⟡