A comedic tale of friendship, self-discovery and (you guessed it) magic! BTS fanfiction partly based on the Magic Shop VCR from a concert in Busan. No ships again.
Jungkook's ears were ringing. Magenta spots danced before his eyes, making him dizzy. Massaging his temples groggily, he groaned and slumped back against the park bench. What sort of 'meditation' was that? Blinking once or twice, he realised that night had already fallen in the town square, and he was alone. The book was nowhere to be seen, either. That was when he felt it again.
An unusual feeling floated across the square from behind, and this time he turned around to see the source of it. He had been expecting a bit more than another little street shop. A glowing purple lantern hung above the door, and a sign nailed to the space where there should have been a window read:
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Jungkook read the sign, peered about the darkened square, then shrugged and headed towards the invitingly lit, panelled door. The translucent glass let a warm glow spill onto the porch and illuminate a polished brass handle. Twisting it uncertainly, the young man pulled the door open and stepped into the shop.
The atmosphere inside was cosy and friendly, with a faint scent of freshly-baked biscuits and herbal tea. A strange combination for a so-called "magic shop", Jungkook thought. He didn't notice the other person in the room at first – the potted aloe vera plants either side of the tartan doormat had distracted him.
"Good evening!" a silvery voice piped up from a well-lit corner of the room. Jungkook briefly thought it was the voice of a fairy, and became absolutely certain of that when he spotted who had called out to him. He was a beautiful young man with a delicate face that could have belonged to an angel. His rosy, squishable cheeks and crystalline blue eyes matched the warm ambiance of the room, and a pearly smile outlined by plump, pink lips made Jungkook feel even more welcomed.
"G-good evening," he replied, realising he had been speechless for about ten seconds and had left the other man's smile to grow more awkward than cheerful.
"How may I help you on this lovely night?" the man continued, looking less uncomfortable. For a moment Jungkook was confused, until he noticed that the stranger was standing behind an elegant receptionist's desk of glossy mahogany wood, which held a nameplate that read "J. Park" and piles upon piles of parchment paper, which he seemed to have been rifling through before he had entered the shop. he then realised he had left the room in silence yet again, and fidgeted nervously under the other's gaze.
"I, uh..." he stammered. "I-I'm not sure, really..."
"That's okay!" the receptionist (who Jungkook supposed must be "J. Park") returned, beaming as brightly as ever. "Most people who come in here don't know why they were summoned – you're not on your own!" This half-disturbed, half-comforted the younger man. He had been "summoned" like a demon, it seemed, and that was why he had felt the shop calling to him. But he was not alone.
"Do... do you know why I'm here, then?" Jungkook asked.
"No, but I can help you figure that out for yourself!" The smile was still impossibly bright. Mr. Park beckoned the other man over to his desk and presented a small piece of parchment which read "magical remedy" with a dotted line beneath. "Write your name on the dotted line, give it back to me and wait on that sofa while I organise your appointments," the receptionist instructed, pointing a slender finger towards a worn-down but comfortable-looking leather couch with quilted cushions and a coffee table in front of it.
Jungkook selected a pen from the pencil-pot on the desk and signed his name, raising an eyebrow as the ink revealed itself to be a sparkly violet colour. The receptionist's eyes twinkled kindly as he handed the parchment back, and watched him as Jungkook made his way over to the sofa. The young man absent-mindedly stared at the patterned carpet for a while, thinking about the day's events so far. he couldn't quite remember how he had gotten to The Magic Shop or what he had been doing before then. It was all very strange.
Coming to no conclusions, Jungkook turned his attention back to the pretty Mr. Park, who was now shuffling the parchment on his desk again, searching for something. He seemed frustrated, sighing constantly and running a hand through his silky, platinum-blond locks every so often. He noticed Jungkook regarding his actions and smiled over at him again, although this time it was rushed and anxious, as if to tell him everything was under control when, in reality, it wasn't.
To avoid embarrassing the poor guy any further, Jungkook scanned the room curiously. Next to the receptionist's desk was a set of double doors painted dark umber, with another purple lantern hanging on the wall beside it, although this one had not been switched on. A few shelves and tapestries occupied the rest of the wall space, but they didn't interest him very much, so he went back to thinking.
"J. Park," he murmured to himself quietly. Where had he heard that name before? He felt like the receptionist looked like someone he knew. Maybe a distant relative? At that moment, a jingling sound caught his attention, and he looked back over at the familiar man. he had just tugged a cord attached to one of five tiny silver bells hanging below a row of portraits on the wall behind the desk. Each one depicted a different young man in smart clothing, and the nametags beneath them told him that they were 'DR. Smart', 'DR. Sleep', 'DR. Eat', 'DR. Dance' and 'DR. Photo'. Jungkook found himself chuckling at how ridiculous their names sounded.
"What is it?" Mr. Park asked with an uncertain grin.
"Nothing, it's just..." Jungkook shook his head. "It doesn't matter. Have you figured anything out?" He stepped over to the desk again, peering at the more organised piles of parchment.
"Yes, I have!" the other man replied, looking mightily pleased with himself. "I just rang for the first doctor so he knows to be ready for your appointment."
"Hold on a moment," Jungkook raised a hand, utterly befuddled. "What are these appointments for, exactly?"
"Why, to find your remedy, of course!" the receptionist beamed. "That's what you're here for!" Jungkook, who still had no idea what was going on, nodded. Right on time, a 'ding' sounded out from the double doors, and when the pair turned to look at them the lantern had lit up with the same purple light from outside the shop.
"Off you go, then!" Mr. Park sang happily, taking the increasingly bewildered young man by the elbow and leading him across the room.
"Um," said Jungkook, attempting to stop himself from quite literally gliding over the carpet. "What's your name, by the way?"
"Jimin, dear," the man responded with yet another shiny smile. "Have fun!" Jimin held one of the doors open and pushed the perplexed man through into the next room. "Bye-bye!" Jungkook didn't even have an opportunity to thank the receptionist before the door swung shut.
Reminder for shippers: I only described Jimin like that because I like describing him; this is not a Jikook fanfiction! XD
