Put A Spell On Me - Taegyu

Psychiatrists for Desperate People

“This is too much for me to emotionally handle,” Beomgyu said, and then promptly grabbed a bottle of beer out of Yeonjun’s hand.

Beomgyu ’s birthday falling on a weekend was the perfect chance for the coven to throw him a surprise birthday party at their local bar. All of the coven was old enough to join at that point (including Kai , though everyone had vowed to try their best to stop him from getting drunk), and Jun knew the owner well enough to ask that they keep the crowd from getting too crazy that night so the coven could have most of the bar to themselves.

There were already a lot of people when they arrived, some in smaller groups in private booths and around the cocktail bar, and most others scattered around the dance floor. The coven had dragged Beomgyu in blindfolded, much to his protests. Only once they had pulled away the covering and hollered ‘Happy Birthday!’ did he finally stop grumbling to start screaming in joy.

“I love you guys so much,” Beomgyu sobbed, pulling the two people nearest to him – Yeonjun and Joshua – into a hug.

“We brought you to a bar because we though you’d enjoy getting drunk and singing loudly,” Jihoon said, handing Beomgyu a small bag.

“Getting drunk and singing loudly, my two favorite things,” Beomgyu said, taking a peek into the bag. “Is this a gift?”

Jihoon nodded. “Don’t you dare make a big deal out of it.”

“Are you kidding? Thank you so much!” Beomgyu said, almost throwing himself atop the smaller witch in happiness. Jihoon let himself smile a little at the younger’s antics.

“Happy birthday, magus,” Seungcheol said as he came over to Beomgyu . “I wanted to say congratulations about getting better at physical projection too.”

“Is that what magus means?” Beomgyu asked. Seungcheol nodded. “You’re really one of us.”

Beomgyu let out an involuntary sniffle. “Thank you, Cheol.”

He looked around at the twelve other witches around him, immensely grateful for all of them and whatever would happen tonight.

His eyes landed briefly on Taehyun, who gave him a shy smile and looked away before Beomgyu could return it.

“Time to get drunk!” Jeonghan’s loud voice called out from behind him, followed by an arm slung over both his and Seungcheol’s shoulder.

“Jeonghan-,” Seungcheol started but was immediately interrupted.

“None of that now,” Jeonghan cooed. “It’s Beomgyu ’s birthday so we’re all getting drunk. Take this, Beom.”

Beomgyu accepted a second bottle of beer with his free hand and grinned.

Jeonghan, the first to initiate, was also the first to get completely shitfaced. A record of 15 minutes, which the other members found concerning since he wasn’t a lightweight.

“It’s too bright in heeeeeere,” he slurred, gesturing vaguely around him at the bar he was sitting at. Indeed the overhead lights were intense, and the fluorescent blue from behind the glass drink shelf was vivid enough to cast a hue of turquoise over everyone at the rounded bar, but it was more due to the fact that his senses were already distorting strangely. “We need another round of shots.”

“We need more shots, not you,” Hoshi said as he called the bartender over to order.

“Don’t you dare order more tequila shots,” Seokmin said, slumped onto Hoshi’s side lazily. “I already feel like death.”

“You’re such a lightweight, Seok,” Hoshi said, shaking his head. “Also I’m totally getting tequila shots.”

“Where’s the birthday kid?” Joshua said, pulling up a stool in between them. Minghao had snuck in an elixir for him since he didn’t drink alchohol, and he had managed to disguise it in one of the glasses he snatched off a rack.