Put A Spell On Me - Taegyu

Taehyun's Bitchy Girlfriend

Chapter Summary

The first coven meeting.

Come Friday, Beomgyu didn’t know what to expect of the coven. In the few days in between his meeting with Yeonjun and Friday, Taehyun had taught him whatever little knowledge he had about covens - that they gathered for special occasions, that most often they were just groups of friends, that there were both good and evil covens and you needed to be able to choose carefully.

Taehyun’s mother, when he was younger, sometimes left in the afternoons to visit her coven. She wouldn’t come back until late evening - sometimes tired, sometimes a bit more joyful - depending on the day.

“How was the meeting?” a tiny Taehyun would ask. “Good,” she would reply.

“What did you do?” “We performed a ritual.”

“Is that the one with candles and singing?”

“Yes, Taehyun,” she said, lifting him onto her lap like she knew he liked. “That sounds fun. I want to join a coven.”

“Maybe when you grow older, you can join a coven with your friends.” “And then I can do rituals and light candles and sing with them?”

“Yes, Taehyun. When you’re a full grown witch, you can do all the rituals you want.”

Yeonjun had picked them up at a quarter to four, after Taehyun closed shop earlier than he normally would. The covenstead was a fifteen minute walk - Yeonjun clearly planned this well - and upon arrival, Beomgyu was surprised to see a lovely, modern townhouse instead of the dark, spooky tower he was imagining.

A small sign hung on the front door: 9 ¾ C.

“9 and Three Quarters Coven,” Yeonjun explained, and then added quietly, “or because Seungcheol loves Harry Potter that much.”

He lead them up the front steps, which were lined with neatly potted plants in brown pots. Before Yeonjun even knocked, a shout could be heard from inside.

“Yeonjun’S HERE!”

A moment later, the door swung open slightly, enough for a boy, maybe a few years older than Taehyun and Beomgyu , peered out.

“Password,” he grinned.

“Hoshi, I swear to god-” Yeonjun began to complain.

“I’m not letting you in unless you say the password,” Hoshi continued playfully. “We don’t have a password,” Yeonjun groaned. “Just let us in.”

“But what if you were a left-hand path in disguise?” “I’m not a left-hand path in disguise, oh my fu-”

Taehyun nudged Yeonjun.”Just say the password maybe?”

“Your friend knows what’s up,” Hoshi winked at Taehyun. “Say it.”

Yeonjun looked up at the sky in disbelief. “I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” “You have to. It’s the rules.”

“We don’t have any rules! Fine. Whatever. Kwon Soonyoung is the best witch.”

“You know that’s right,” Hoshi grinned and shut the door for a second. Yeonjun sighed deeply and mumbled something along the lines of "why are we friends".

A few locks and bolts could be heard being opened before Hoshi pulled the door open completely. “The locks are just extra safety measures,” he explained to Taehyun and Beomgyu , “along with the protection spells. And the password. Specially made by me.”

Yeonjun punched Hoshi in the arm as they entered a long, narrow hallway. There was only one window, a small round glass pane at the end of the hall next to a staircase. There were multiple wooden doors on each side, each carved with a unique intricate design. Taehyun recognized a few of them as sigils, for things such as happiness and luck.