Put A Spell On Me - Taegyu

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Chapter Notes

small warning for a few sad feelings from Beomgyu at the beginning, nothing too bad i think.
(Do comment and give your opinions on the book so far, I love reading them ! )

Beomgyu rolled over in bed and looked over at the unnecessarily bright screen of his phone next to him.

You have two unread messages from Taehyunie.

He groaned and turned away from it. He had spent the entire morning in bed without doing anything, and now it was almost noon. Back when he was a teenager, he could say it was because he was tired. Now his only excuse for not getting out of bed was that he was trying to avoid something.

He was worried, mostly. He kept thinking back to the coven and the members, and how all of them had a power that they were amazing at and used regularly and it made their lives easier (and ten times cooler).

What did Beomgyu have? Shitty teleportation skills that never worked when he needed it to. Of course, he couldn’t forget that his powers were what brought him and Taehyun together, but other than that, he couldn’t remember a single time where he used it for his own personal needs.

Training with Seungcheol had been a bit helpful, thank goodness for that. But every time he tried it himself at home, even just to teleport to the kitchen when he was feeling hungry, he never could. He swore one of these days he was going to end up getting attacked in the alley behind the supermarket and wouldn’t be able to teleport himself out.

Never being good enough was a touchy subject, which unfortunately seemed to pop up repeatedly at multiple stages in his life. He was a dedicated learner, and had a ton of ambition, but for some reason it never helped him when he needed it most.

Teachers loved him for his energy and excitement, but would frown at his assignments. His parents encouraged him to do what he loved, but when he’d return not having accomplished anything, they would share a look which he would come to realize meant something along the lines of ‘we expected this, what could we do?’.

These self-deprecating thoughts hurt Beomgyu . They made him feel like shit. They made him not want to get out of bed in the mornings. But he had spent years fighting those feelings, and today wasn’t going to get the better of him (even though he did already spend most of his morning under his comforter avoiding the outside world).

Ding.

You have three unread messages from Taehyunie.

Beomgyu huffed and threw his arm over his comforter in an effort to reach his phone and only ended up smacking it off the bed and onto the floor.

He leaned over the edge of the bed and picked it up to unlock it.

Taehyunie (10:26): morning gyu <3

Taehyunie (10:26): you coming over?

Taehyunie (11:42): text me when you can :)

Beomgyu smiled. How could Taehyun wait over an hour for a reply and still add a smiley face at the end of his text?

Gyu (11:44): Sorry about not replying!

Taehyunie (11:45): ah don’t worry about it

Gyu (11:45): I’ll be over soon.

Taehyunie (11:45): oki

Taehyunie (11:45): see you, gyu!

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Taehyun glanced over his shoulder at Beomgyu . He had arrived at the shop about twenty minutes ago and hadn’t said anything more than simple one syllable words. The usual Beomgyu would have started talking the moment he stepped into the shop. Something was off.