My Witchy boyfriend!
A BTS Fantasy, Magical modern day Au, Sope as Sorcerers, fluff, romance, comedy, soft, every day life of two magical boys.
Pairing: Sope as romantically involved couple. Side couples vminkook and Namjin also romantically invol...
Chapter 3: Hoseok's grandfather's old and mysterious Mansion, its secrets, and the mysterious black bunny.
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Hoseok had woken up pretty late the next day, it was 12 in the afternoon, he at first got startled when he opened his eyes and everything was black, then he realized something fluffy, warm and heavy was covering his face. When he took the peculiar object he found it was a small animal, a little rabbit was sleeping on his nose bridge and eyes, but where did that small thing came from, who knew. Probably it was from the forest or was his grandfathers.
Soon he left the small fluffy thing sleeping on the couch, he went up and instantly his back bones cracked a little while he tried to stretch himself, his body didn't appreciate him sleeping on a dusty, hard old couch.
He was so tired even though he had just woken up, he was sad, and annoyed, he hated so much being there, at day time he could recognized each part of the house, and his inner child recoiled in pain, he was afraid.
"Come on you fool, you are a grown man, act like one Hoseok, you can do it" he told himself, but he regretted it, he even had sounded like the old man.
"Fuck, that wasn't it" he said annoyed. "How about, you can do it, you smart handsome Hoseokie?"
Yeah that had sounded better to him, and with that he mustered a little courage to begin his tiring day.
After a small disgusting breakfast, he began to clean all the first floor, he had thrown out a lot of trash and stuff that hadn't an use any longer, the antique machines, books, and furniture that were laying there with no use whatsoever, he took them to the garage, he was planning to move them to the antique shop.
Once the first floor was cleaned, the curtains had been washed, dried and hung again in front of the windows, and the furniture and floor had been cleaned and swept from the ancestral disgusting dust. He began laughing to himself, he found from time to time amusing his own jokes.
"This dust had been for ages growing here and it's so old, I won't be surprised if it was old dumb Merlin" he thought for himself and had laugh loudly enjoying his own momentarily stupidity.
But what had been intended to lighten his burdens, had become a major burden in itself.
His blood suddenly went cold, another uncomfortable shiver ran through his spine, and his tummy flipped-flopped twice in a funny way. He was forgetting something, deep down his unconscious mind had already registered what was wrong in that joke, but his conscious mind didn't want to think about it yet. His conscious itch in a funny way. "What was he forgetting?"
Finally he desisted and accepted the ugly memory that just came and had hit him like a truck, his Grandfather voice began sounding in his head and ears as an old broken record or a scratched disc, the phone conversation playing on and on again in his head.
His father had swear, that wasn't a big deal, but he had said: "For Merlin's sake, when are you going to speak normal boy, my daughter your mother told me you became an adult, and become a nice well made man, but I just can hear the babbling annoying kid you used to be"
