Put A Spell On Me (a verkwan fic)

Chapter Eighteen: Psychiatrists for Desperate People

A/N:  even as an early chapter for seungkwan's birthday, this chapter starts off light and ends up angsty. if you're trying to avoid anything that isn't just pure fluff, i'd say this one right here. no actual nsfw content or anything that needs trigger warnings , as far as i can tell (though you guys can let me know for following or previous chapters if i miss anything)

"This is too much for me to emotionally handle," Seungkwan said, and then promptly grabbed a bottle of beer out of Wonwoo's hand.

Seungkwan'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 Chan, 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 Seungkwan 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," Seungkwan sobbed, pulling the two people nearest to him – Wonwoo 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 Seungkwan a small bag.

"Getting drunk and singing loudly, my two favorite things," Seungkwan 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!" Seungkwan 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 Seungkwan. "I wanted to say congratulations about getting better at physical projection too."

"Is that what magus means?" Seungkwan asked.

Seungcheol nodded. "You're really one of us."

Seungkwan 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 Hansol, who gave him a shy smile and looked away before Seungkwan 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 Seungkwan's birthday so we're all getting drunk. Take this, Kwan."

Seungkwan 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."