BOOK 1
Jeon Jungkook, a quiet boy who loves to draw, One day, as he cleaned his room, He found an empty notebook in his drawer.
He decides to take it and draw. He never thought magic would appear in between the pages.
Kim Taehyung, a nerd who loves...
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Taehyung knew that once his mother finds out. He'll be saying goodbye to his freedom.
Because it was stupid. Everything is stupid and weird and exhausting. But he is willing to risk it. Risk it all for a certain bunny boy.
Once he was back home from the hospital, he thought about a way to get back there. Alone. With no one knowing. He thought about what Jungkook told him about opening a door and getting to the bank to move between cities. So, if he will concentrate enough, he can open a door and appear in the door hallway in the bank, right?
It was worth trying.
Taehyung sat in his room and tried to meditate. Why? Maybe he can make himself more focused on magic that way? Maybe. In the book his grandfather left behind, there is a lot of things written about magic. But nothing about the use of it. All the magic in the book has nothing to do with the magicians.
He could feel his power. That was for sure. He would have been lying if he wasn't feeling like he has a flame inside of him wanting to burst. Is this how Jungkook felt when he used his magic the "couple" of times he did?
Because it was an incredible feeling. Taehyung opened his eyes. Then his stomach grumbled. Maybe he should eat before using his powers on his bedroom door. If it will work at all, of course.
It was time for dinner. A messy dinner that is. Everybody eats when they want to. It was the middle of the week.
Taehyung went to the kitchen right when his mother stepped inside the house, wearing her date shirt and skinny jeans and her favorite boots. "How did it go?" The Seventeen-year-old asked.
"What time is it honey?" His mother asked back.
Taehyung looked at the clock, "seven-thirty, oh." "Exactly," Mrs. Kim sighed and flopped on the couch. "What happened?" Taehyung asked curiously and sat down next to his mother on the couch. "They were..." The woman started. "Boring." "That's it?" His mother, an open bisexual just said boring about a date with, "was it a man?"
"Do I look like a lady who eats salad to you?" She said as if she didn't hear him. "You are a vacuumed for fast food," was his answer. "Exactly. This man has no respect, said that he thought I would come with a nice dress or something." Taehyung laughed.
His mother was that bi woman who goes to dates with shirt tuck in the jeans, loose button-down shirt, that is. "Maybe your next catch will be a woman," he tried to lighten his mother's mood. "I sure hope so. Maybe I'll just go to a gay bar and flirt like the old days," Jihyung Mumbled.
"And find someone much younger?" "That sounds nice. Having a sugar baby." Taehyung knew she was joking, but imagining it wasn't so pleasant. "Or try dating sites?" He tried. "What's the point? It's not a good story to tell to the kids one day. 'yes, we met through that app and fell in love through text' yikes."
