On the third try, Kai picks up.
“New phone, who is this?” he asks.
“Wow, and here I was, calling because you can’t go an hour without spam texting me to pick up.”
“The service here sucks,” Kai says, using Soobin’s own excuse against him.
Soobin leans against an old growth willow at the back of Siyeon’s property, providing a perfect view of the ocean and a range of cliffs to the east. There are millions of stars in the sky, a good sign that he won’t be meeting Taehyun alone again tonight.
He looked for the well Yeonjun heard when they arrived and found nothing indicative of water flowing this high up from the beach.
“Are you at the magic store?”
“Do you have any idea what time it is?”
Soobin looks at his phone, wincing when he reads that it is just past midnight.
“Did I wake you?”
“No. Beomgyu and I are playing Blackjack.”
“By yourselves?”
“Woosung and Yoobin were in town, so they invited us down to the old warehouse. I had no idea they renovated the place! There’s a pool now and a fully functioning bar.”
“Does it still smell like vomit and cat piss?”
“No to the vomit, yes to the piss. But it might be human piss this time”
Soobin laughs, sliding down the tree until he sits in the dirt. There is still traces of purple in his shoelaces and the bottom of his pants.
“So, who’s winning?”
“The dealer, obviously. I think Woosung might be hiding cards in his sleeves. He was never really good at magic tricks, though.”
Of course not, Soobin wants to say. He’s human. Humans are shit at magic because Earth’s atmosphere combats it to the point where other realms send their magical war criminals here.
“Speaking of magic tricks…”
Soobin sighs. He called Kai so he could escape from the magic for a minute.
“What the hell is happening right now? Last time I saw you…” Kai lowers his voice to a whisper, “Last time I saw you, you fucked off with some guy claiming to be a pixie after escaping from the loony bin. Did he show you any more of his magic tricks?”
“You wouldn't believe what I’ve witness if I told you.”
“I saw him shoot dust out of his hands like Spiderman’s webs and fling a table across the room. Not to mention the jacked up first aid kit you left for me and Beomgyu to have to clean up. Try me.”
“Don’t freak out?”
Kai’s end buzzes in silence.
“Okay. Well, I don’t know how much I’m allowed to tell you—”
“Everything. Don’t leave out a single detail.”
Not happening.
Soobin traces patterns into the dirt with his free hand and mixes in some of the purple dust to make a new color.
“You remember Siyeon?”
“The gay witch from high school?”
“Yes. She’s um…” A war criminal imprisoned in this realm. “She’s an actual warlock. And Yeonjun knew her.”
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Fanfiction❝ So humans are happy when they do a kiss? ❞ Oh, no. That was adorable. Soobin doesn't need to be a fortune telling warlock to know where Yeonjun is going to take this. "That's the general idea, yeah." "I want to do a kiss." Say no, and Soobin will...
