Spells [Min Yoongi]

one

"Okay, so now I mix," she muttered, reading over the recipe. [Name] accidentally put in six eggs instead of two, but that wouldn't change too much, right? She turned the music on and started her sad attempt at rapping in German. Knowing the language or at least pronunciations would have helped, but she couldn't be bothered. [Name] was fine with just making strange noises that she personally thought sounded like German, although they weren't even close.

"Bam!" she exclaimed, letting go of her mixing spoon and raising her arms. As soon as [Name] stepped back, there was a bright flash of light and some force that knocked her down. The lights flickered a few times before going out entirely. She shivered. The air was cold and she had no idea of what was going on. All she wanted was to bake a cake, but something went wrong, it seemed. What was happening? Was someone playing a prank on her? Fucking Taehyung and Jimin. They loved to do this kind of shit, although the girl was positive they had no way of getting in her house on their own. That was a whole new level. They wouldn't go that far. If it wasn't them, was someone breaking into her house?! [Name] held her breath and started thinking of what to do.

"What the fuck? How did you do this? The words weren't even written down. They weren't even in an actual language!" someone exclaimed. [Name] turned around slowly. There was a guy standing behind her, dressed entirely in black. He didn't look particularly scary, but he had an atmosphere that screamed "power" around him. Holy shit. It really was a break in.

"Uh, who are you?" she asked hesitantly. It was the obvious thing to do when someone very dangerous broke into your house. Because she totally cared about the criminal's name. Actually, that would help her report him if she survived, so [Name] did want to know. His head snapped down to look at the girl, a scowl on his face.

"Well everyone loves calling me a shit ton of different names apparently. Some call me Satan, some guys a long time ago called me Hades for some reason. There was also, what was it... Mictlacuti? Maltecul? Mictlantecuhtli! Aztecs, were they? All of them are fucking terrified of me for some reason. Some of my idiotic friends call me Suga, but if you care about my actual name here, it's Yoongi." [Name] stared at the black-haired man in front of her. If he actually expected for her to believe that he was Satan, he was very mistaken. So not only did someone break in but they were crazy. Was her life turning into some drama now? Maybe horror movie was more suitable. Shit, [Name] was too young to die! She slowly started reaching for the frying pan somewhere behind her.

[Name] jumped when something clattered down to the ground behind her. Spinning around, she watched in horror as the frying pan crashed onto the floor and then floated up into her hands. The man smirked at her.

"Looking for that? I know it's hard to believe me, but really? A frying pan? What were you planning to do with that?" he asked. She pouted.

"Hey, a frying pan is a wonderful weapon."

"Right. Now how did you figure out the summoning ritual?!"

"...The what?" she questioned, staring at the guy in confusion.

"The summoning ritual! You're wearing all white, your hair is in a side ponytail, you put six eggs in a cake mix, and you even did the incantation right! How did you know? I specifically made sure the words weren't even in an actual language so that no one would guess them!"

"Excuse me? I was rapping in German, so I don't know what you're talking about!" [Name] defended herself. Was this creepy invader now insulting her nonexistent German skills? So he was creepy, a criminal, hot, and rude? This was definitely a drama. So as Yoongi opened his mouth to speak, looking very unimpressed, [Name] lifted her frying pan, closed her eyes, and swung as hard as she could.

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oh boy here we go again lol ray returns with a story she'll take twenty years to complete