Put A Spell On Me - Taegyu

Traffic Sign Head

“MINGHAO, YOU BETTER EXPLAIN YOUR ASS OR YOU WON’T HAVE ONE ANYMORE!”

“Jihoon, that was a terrible threat,” Seungcheol sighed, “and I’m sure there’s a reason for this.”

A week ago, Minghao had stopped by each of the coven member’s houses to personally deliver a basket full of specialized potions. There were a few obscure ones, such as cures for poisonous plants and formulas for spells, but there were also a few practical ones, such as the magic hair treatment.

However, Taehyun had realized the problem with Minghao’s magical hair treatment the second he had stepped out of the shower. One look in the mirror, and he realized his hair was no longer black. Instead, wet locks of blond hair were framing his face. If he wasn’t a witch and had known about the existence of magic, he might have actually had a heart attack right there.

But as he looked around the room at the twelve other witches, he figured his hair color change wasn’t nearly as drastic as the ones some of the other ones had. Like Jihoon’s, for example.

“HE BETTER HAVE A REASON TO WHY MY HAIR IS NEON YELLOW! I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING HIGHLIGHTER!”

“Jihoon, please,” Seungcheol said again. “It’s not as if I wanted silver hair either, so let’s calm down and figure out what happened.”

Minghao shook his head. “I really don’t know! I thought I had gotten the recipe down. All this was supposed to do was make your hair look amazing.”

“I think your potion’s definition of amazing was different from yours,” Jeonghan laughed, running a hand through his long, pink hair. It seemed to serve his title as ‘angel’ well, though at least half the coven would secretly agree that the nickname no longer fit his cunning and playful personality.

“Well, it’s not like I wanted to look like cotton candy,” Minghao defended himself, pointing to the pastel blues and pinks in his hair. The sweetheart look was clashing with the earring and leather jacket he had on.

“It looks nice,” Jun winked from across the room. His own look was magenta, a few shades more purple than Jeonghan’s.

“Is there any way to reverse this?” Soobin  asked. His hair was the same blond as Taehyun’s, or perhaps a shade brighter.

“Do you hate it?” Yeonjun asked, reaching up to push a strand of hair out of Soobin ’s face. “It looks nice, like with your skin.”

Taehyun had noticed a change in Soobin  and Yeonjun’s behavior recently. Ever since the kiss between the two on Halloween, they’d both become extremely flustered around each other all the time. Beomgyu was extremely convinced they were dating in secret, but something about the way they were acting made Taehyun question how much they were willing to admit to each other right now.

“Well, I don’t hate it, necessarily,” Soobin  replied, the red tips of his ears peeking out from under the cropped golden locks. “I just wanted to ask in case someone here doesn’t like their hair and wanted to reverse it.”

Yeonjun secretly let out a sigh of relief. He was the only one in the coven who hadn’t tried the hair treatment that Minghao had given everyone, and while he was thankful that his hair was the same inky black, he had to agree that Soobin ’s blond hair was only adding to the fact that the boy was a whole golden sculpture.

“LIKE ME!” Jihoon screeched. “I NEED TO REVERSE THIS!”

“Shut up, traffic sign head,” Jeonghan said. Jihoon made an attempt to attack him but was held back by Joshua.

“Jihoon, you know he’s only doing it to annoy you,” Joshua said, pulling the smaller one back into his seat. A mop of ginger hair sat on his head. Seokmin had called him Ron Weasley at least seven times since he entered the room and showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.