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Black magic

Take a sip of my secret potion
One taste and you'll be mine
It's a spell that can't be broken
It'll keep you up all night

Kim Leehan had always been the quiet type—the kind of person who blended into the background of crowded hallways and busy classrooms. But beneath his calm exterior, there was a heart that burned with feelings he didn't dare voice. Those feelings, for better or worse, revolved around Han Taesan.

Taesan was everything Leehan wasn't. Confident, outgoing, and effortlessly charming, he seemed to have the world at his feet. Wherever he went, people gravitated toward him. Leehan had watched from afar, his chest tightening each time Taesan flashed that easy, disarming smile. They weren't friends—not even close. To Taesan, Leehan was likely just another face in the crowd. But to Leehan, Taesan was the embodiment of every impossible dream.

A week before Leehan stumbled upon the "Mystics" stall, he overheard a conversation between two classmates discussing an art exhibit that was rumored to showcase rare and enchanting paintings. Though Leehan wasn't particularly into art, something about the mention of "hidden meanings" and "stories within the brushstrokes" piqued his interest. Perhaps it was curiosity, or maybe it was the thought of losing himself in something beautiful, even for a short while.

So, when the weekend arrived, Leehan found himself wandering through the museum halls. He didn't expect to see Taesan there. Yet, there he was, standing in front of a large, abstract painting, his head tilted slightly as if trying to decode its secrets. Leehan froze, contemplating retreating, but then Taesan turned, their eyes meeting.

"Leehan?" Taesan asked, surprised but smiling. "What brings you here?"

Leehan stammered, clutching the museum brochure as though it held the answer. "Uh, just... curious, I guess."

Taesan nodded, his grin widening. "Same. This one caught my eye. What do you think it means?"

Leehan hesitated but then stepped closer, their shoulders nearly brushing. They spent the next hour discussing the paintings, their words growing easier as the moments passed.

The next encounter seemed even more surreal. Leehan had developed a habit of visiting a small cafe near his school when he needed a quiet space to think. On this particular day, he ordered his usual drink—a matcha latte with a drizzle of honey—and found a corner seat. As he waited, the bell over the door jingled, signaling a new customer.

He looked up, and there was Taesan, scanning the menu. His heart skipped a beat as he watched Taesan approach the counter.

"One matcha latte with honey, please," Taesan said.

Leehan's eyes widened. The same drink?

When Taesan turned, holding his cup, he spotted Leehan. "No way," he said, laughing as he walked over. "We meet again. Mind if I join you?"

Leehan nodded, trying to mask his nervousness. Their conversation started light—school, weekend plans—but gradually grew deeper. Taesan asked about Leehan's favorite books, music, and even dreams for the future. For the first time, Leehan felt seen, and he couldn't help but wonder if the potion had orchestrated this moment.

The coincidences didn't end there. Later that week, Leehan decided to catch a film alone, needing an escape from the whirlwind of emotions. The theater was dimly lit, and he chose a seat near the middle, hoping for solitude. Just as the previews began, someone slid into the seat next to him.

"Leehan?" Taesan's voice was laced with surprise.

Leehan turned, his heart hammering. "Taesan? What are you doing here?"

"Same as you, I guess. Needed a break," Taesan replied with a chuckle. Throughout the movie, their arms occasionally brushed, sending sparks up Leehan's spine. He couldn't focus on the plot, his mind swirling with questions. Was this magic? Or was something else at play?

The final twist came when Leehan's family moved to a new house at the edge of town. On moving day, as he helped unpack boxes, a familiar voice called out from the driveway.

"Leehan?" Taesan stood there, holding a basketball. "You're my new neighbor?"

Leehan blinked, stunned. "Y-Yeah, I guess so."

Taesan grinned. "Well, this is going to be interesting."

Leehan had almost grown used to the "coincidences" when he overheard Taesan at the cafe. The casual mention of the Black Magic potion made his blood run cold. Later that night, under the stars in the park, Leehan confronted him.

"You used the potion, didn't you?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Taesan's smile faltered for a moment before he nodded. "I did. But it seems I'm not the only one."

Leehan's eyes widened. "How did you know?"

"Call it a hunch," Taesan said, his tone soft. "Magic might have started this, but I think we both know it's more than that now."

Leehan looked away, his cheeks burning. "So... what now?"

Taesan stepped closer, his gaze unwavering. "Now, we let fate take over. No magic, just us."

As their fingers brushed, Leehan felt the last of his doubts fade away. Magic might have set their paths in motion, but their connection was entirely their own.