Put A Spell On Me (a verkwan fic)

Chapter Eight: Purse Puppy

A/N: early chapter since i'll be busy this weekend ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ

"You brought Hansol along, I see," Seungcheol stated, raising an eyebrow. He opened his front door wider to let Seungkwan, followed by Hansol, in for his first training session. "Never leave the house without him?"

"What?" Seungkwan said and turned away, his face burning. "No, I just-"

"Yeah," Hansol interjected, linking his arm with Seungkwan's. "I'm his little purse puppy."

"Don't say that!" Seungkwan yelled and pulled his arm away. "That's so weird."

Hansol gave him a silly look, and Seungkwan rolled his eyes. Since when had he become so playful? Purse puppy? The fuck? Nonetheless, the way his heart was pounding at the nickname.

Seungcheol was laughing too hard to comment on the fact that Hansol's comment was indeed weird. "I can see why you two get along well," he chuckled. "Anyway, we need to get started on your lesson."

The leader led them down the hallway and past the den and up the stairs.

"We're going to practice in my study," he explained, leading them up the staircase. "It's a lot bigger than the den, and I keep all my magic tools in there."

"A study," Seungkwan oohed. "That sounds professional. Hansol, you should get a study."

Hansol made an amused face. "I'm not as professional as Seungcheol, but I'm flattered you think I could have one."

The study, as mentioned, was a lot bigger than the den - almost twice the size. There were multiple bookshelves in the room, all appearing to be meticulously organized. Unlike the enormous windows found downstairs, Seungcheol seemed to prefer smaller, curtained ones up here. A large desk was the main focus: a pile of neatly stacked papers on one end, a small desk lamp on the other, and a sleek laptop in the middle.

"I hope you weren't expecting a creepy witch's lair," he said pointedly. "Unless you enter a black magic den, you probably aren't ever going to see that."

"Should I feel lucky?" Seungkwan snorted.

"Yeah, black magic dens are terrifying," Seungcheol said. "My study is like, the most peaceful place ever."

"I hope I don't destroy it with my lousy magic teleporting crap today."

Seungcheol smirked. "We'll see about that."

"Okay, when you said your skills weren't that great, I didn't expect them to be this bad."

"Hey!"

Seungcheol shook his head and looked down at Seungkwan, who was collapsed over Hansol in a dramatic manner.

"I asked you to teleport five feet," Seungcheol said.

"I did!" Seungkwan argued, picking himself off the floor and dusting himself off.

"You teleported five feet into the exact spot Hansol was standing," Seungcheol pointed out, helping the youngest off the ground as well. "This is the fourth time you've materialized right on top of him."

"That's not my fault," Seungkwan protested. "You asked me to teleport within a five feet radius, and Hansol happened to be within that radius."

"Okay, fine," Seungcheol sighed. "Hansol, go sit behind my desk. Seungkwan, if you end up teleporting on top of my work, I swear to god-"