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seven

[jisung: did donghyuck ask you to meet him at the coffee shop in the student union in ten minutes?]

[you: no, but mark did]

[jisung: well, i'll see you in ten]

With a fond shake of your head, you pocketed your phone and started your journey across campus. Looks like you were going to have an impromptu coffee date with Jisung. You had to admit it, while their meddling could be annoying, it was a little fun sometimes to see when your next spontaneous date with your own boyfriend would be, as arranged by your six little matchmakers.

As you arrived at the small but extremely busy campus coffee shop, you surmised that you were the first one to get there, and hopped in the obscenely long line to at least order for yourself. You took out your phone to text your friend that you were supposed to be meeting.

[you: hey, i'm here! i'm in line, what do you want, in case i order before you get here?]

Mark did immediately text back his coffee order—which was actually an order for one of the "refreshers" that you were pretty sure was just a mix of various juices. Coffee was too bitter for his extremely sensitive snake tongue.

Your basilisk friend found you while you were still waiting for the drinks to come out, and once you had them in hand, the two of you went to find a spot to sit down together. You raised an eyebrow when he suggested a table with four chairs instead of the two-seater that you had spotted, but you shrugged and accepted his reasoning that it was in a quieter area. Sitting across from him, you put your bag in the seat next to you.

"So how's your day going, Mark?" You asked him brightly, taking a sip of your drink.

"Hm? Oh, good, good." His eyes flitted around the student union almost anxiously, as if he were anticipating something.

You pushed on in the conversation, however. "That's good. And how are your powers coming along?"

Most natural-born magical creatures started developing their powers practically at birth, but basilisks didn't come into theirs until after their first molting—which Mark just had last year. The last you'd heard, he'd partially petrified his human roommate Johnny back in the spring and had been working on getting them under control as they got stronger since.

"It'd be a lot better if Johnny would just let Taeil and Doyoung make him a protection charm so that I wouldn't keep accidentally compelling and petrifying him," Mark covered his face with a groan. "But no, he's got this whole deal about wanting to make sure we all know he doesn't think we're monsters and he's not afraid of us. Which is all well and good but like come on, maybe he should take at least some precautions when he's like getting petrified by his basilisk roommate every week! So now I have to wear sunglasses around the apartment like I'm hungover 24/7."

You winced sympathetically, not realizing the situation was that bad. "Maybe start sprinkling some weasel fur into his morning coffee?"

"Eugh, weasel fur coffee. I think you've described my actual worst nightmare." Mark wrinkled his nose and looked like he was genuinely holding back a gag. "Anyway, I think he might notice if there were suddenly furs in his iced Americano every morning."

"Maybe the witches can put it in something else innocuous that he'd use every day? It'd just be until you got a handle on your powers, remember."

"If I ever do," he sighed, stirring his straw around in his drink.

"You will, Mark," you tried to reassure him. "It's only been a year. These things take time."

"Yeah, MCS major? Want to give me some statistics on basilisk powers to make me feel better?" He retorted, and you knew your friend well enough to understand that the words were meant to be light-hearted, despite the bitter and biting tone that they came out with instead.

You gave him a frank look. "I'm not Renjun. I'm not a walking, talking encyclopedia of magical creatures. But if you insist on making me think back to Intro to MCS... On average, basilisks take two to three years to reach full development of their powers after molting. You just molted a little over a year ago, you can't put so much pressure on yourself to be perfect already, Mark."

He ran a hand through his hair, forked tongue flicking in the air before he spoke again. "Fine, fine. You're right. I knew all this, it's just... it's a lot more of a relief to hear it from somebody else."

"I know what you mean, don't worry," you smiled at your friend.

He smiled back at you, genuinely, a flash of his two sharp snake fangs that hadn't finished descending yet, then it turned sort of weird, before the smile fell entirely from his face. Mark sat forward in his chair, looking a bit more businesslike now. "Y/N, I've got to tell you something, and I don't have very long, so please don't say anything, just let me talk, okay?"

Your eyes widened with alarm at whatever the hell could be coming next, but you just slowly nodded.

"Thanks. I didn't just ask you here to get coffee and hang out. I'm really sorry. You see, Donghyuck and I—"

"Mark! Y/N! Hey!" The very dryad that had just been named suddenly emerged from the crowd, with your boyfriend in tow.

Mark gave you an apologetic look before he turned to Donghyuck and Jisung. "Oh. Donghyuck. And Jisung. What a... surprise."

The two newcomers each had their own coffee orders in hand, and you smiled at them.

"Hey, guys! Did you two get coffee too?" You did your best to pretend both like you had no clue something was up because Jisung told you about it, and because Mark had just almost told you about it.

"Yeah, we did!" Donghyuck replied cheerily.

"Well, we have a couple extra seats, if you want to join us," you offered of your own volition this time, taking your bag off the chair next to you.

Jisung remained standing for a moment, looking to Donghyuck for his cue. The dryad was absolutely beaming.

"Of course!" He slid right in next to Mark, who looked like he wanted to die. "Thanks, Y/N!"

The dragon took the seat beside you with no further prompting.

You turned your focus back to the basilisk, doing your absolute best to feign obliviousness. "So, what were you saying, Mark?"

Donghyuck looked at him pointedly. "Yeah, Mark, what were you saying?"

"Never mind, I forgot," he waved it off. "Wasn't important, I guess."

You shrugged, taking a sip of your drink.

"What'd you get, Y/N?" Jisung asked curiously.

"My usual. You want some?"

"Sure."

You held yours out to him at the same time that he handed his over to you in return. As naturally as you could with the two pairs of dumbfounded eyes glued to you, you took a sip of Jisung's drink. Yep, it was his regular order, same as always. You handed it back, holding out an expectant hand to receive yours again.

Jisung didn't let either of your two slack-jawed friends recover to ask questions or make comments, though, immediately engaging them in conversation. "Donghyuck, how'd that report go, by the way?"

"Oh, don't get me started on that Panforsaken assignment!"