Oneshots | woosang

Many potions

Fantasy AU

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"Yeosang you are early today" a witch opened the door for a hooded man, "I thought you had a meeting."

"In fact I had but I said that I had already arranged to help Carat" the prince removed his hood, placed the bag that had some of the witch's things together, "I brought what you asked for."

Wooyoung and Yeosang made magic potions, it was very unusual for a prince to hang out with people who were not from the nobility or royalty but here he is. A handsome young prince being the best friend of a witch, helping him with his work and escaping from home to spend the day with Wooyoung.

"Did you bring the roots of Spring Poke? And the powder I asked for? " Yeosang nodded as he took out each product that was asked for, placing them neatly on the table, "Uhh !? How did you get the frog skin !?"

"Ahh, I hunted them... Oh come on, don't look at me like that Woo it's not the first time I've killed frogs" Yeosang was an experienced hunter since from an early age he was taught, "You should thank me, you won't have to look for them yourself anymore. "

"I appreciate it but it really wasn't necessary" he went for the things they would need, "Can you go get the book please."

The prince entered the witch's room in search of the recipe book, today they would have to make several orders, especially one for Wooyoung's older brother. Yeosang liked to see how his friend allowed him to help, since at the beginning of their friendship Yeosang was not even allowed to touch the jars with materials.

"The Taste Of The Plague, that's the potion you will make right?" the witch nodded as he prepared the bowl, "Ok, what do you want me to do first."

This was his dynamic, although Yeosang had already done this alone before, he always waited for instructions from the expert.

"Please start with the powders on the shelf, we have many orders today so it will be better to start" his business was highly valued by the locals and therefore takes a long time, "Do you think you can with the order of Mrs. Zinnia?"

"Maybe ... Doesn't it require reciting some crazy word from your book?" Wooyoung laughed and confirmed that the crazy words were necessary even though he had an idea, "Do you want me to say your spells?"

Was that possible? Yeosang had never crossed his mind to conjure some kind of magic, he liked to watch his friend use his power but for him to do those things would be crazy.

"Come on Prince Yeosang, you hunt animals and you clean them yourself even if you shouldn't but  you are afraid to say a few simple words?"

"Wooyoung are not just words, what if I say something I shouldn't and your whole house explodes !?"

"Come on royalty, I trust you."

The witch turned to begin his work, Yeosang looked at the small cauldron as his mind tried to calm down before starting work. It would be easy, he always repeated Wooyoung's spells on his head, nothing could go so wrong.

"So now I say this?"

"Yes."

"How do you pronounce that? Do you really think I can do it? "

"Yeosang just do it."

The prince reread the little sentence he had to say three more times, again thousands of scenarios were presented in his head.

"Please don't summon a demon" he whispered but Wooyoung managed to hear him, eyes closed Yeosang recited the spell, "Portis Ethericum."

Minutes passed and nothing was heard, Wooyoung kept doing his thing and the prince finally opened his eyes. The liquid that was supposed to be orange started to turn purple and that was the beginning of the disaster.

"Woo, this is bubbling ..."

"I can't believe it ... how the hell did you make this happen?"

"All of this is your fault! I told you I couldn't do it! "

"Now, now, easy" the witch combed Yeosang's now purple hair, "Look on the bright side, you did magic."

"And half of your floor, your ceiling, and my hair are purple!" he shook his head from side to side with his hands on his face, "I'm not good for this."

"It's true, but you did magic! We just have to practice your pronunciation. "

The prince looked at him badly and quickly denied, in short, he was not going to do any kind of magic again, ever in his life.