"Bringing your apprentice to a meeting? That's a first." Lisa said, giving Jungkook an unamused glance as the apprentice, his cheeks red and face puffy, clinging onto Namjoon like a baby. Namjoon had an arm around the boy's shoulders, bringing his head closer to his side protectively, and Lisa simply shook her head. "They're inside waiting for you."
Namjoon nodded, pushing open the doors and telling Jungkook to sit at the small benches beside the door. A couple of the people waiting in the meeting hall spared the young mage a confused glance, and Jungkook looked away.
"Is everyone present yet?" Namjoon asked, his voice oddly collected and booming in the long meeting hall. His boots clunked onto the heavy wooden floors as he walked to the front where the glittering screen lay, and Namjoon waved his hand through the screen and it glowed golden for a brief moment before bursting into a bunch of golden glitter, sparking weirdly. Namjoon hissed and pulled back, eyes wide.
"You broke the screen!" Someone shrieked from the meeting hall and Namjoon rolled his eyes. Did the screen really just explode because it couldn't handle Namjoon's magic?
"No matter." Namjoon said, disgruntled. He had almost forgot how powerful his magic was, and placed out the flat side of his palm towards the smoking device, and with a twirl of his fingers it vanished. "We can do it with personal screens."
A man in the front of the table scowled. "We've always done it by using Electric Magic."
"And?" Namjoon questioned. "There is no difference but the fact that through the machine our magic was kept at a controlled rate. Hush. It's time to begin this meeting, we've already wasted six minutes."
"Fuckin' maniac..."
"He's so full of himself just because he has a royal background. He's only raised up as an orphan because his kingdom probably tossed him."
"Abandoned, maybe?"
Namjoon ignored the gossip rising from the back of the hall, and he breathed through his nostrils calmly. They must've forgotten that Namjoon had sharpened hearing, so the sorcerer simply gave the crowd a cool, level gaze and the room went deathly silent.
"The problem that Mr. Park brought up yesterday was on the rouge warlock terrorizing the Ouel Villages scattered among the outside of the city." Namjoon said, stepping back. His robes swished back as he took a step back, pointing to his personal magic screen. On the screen was an tab with photos of Seokjin's handsome face scattered around it, along with his criminal records that were flooded with robberies and destroyed properties, and Namjoon could almost laugh. It was as if his friend was boasting how much of a troublemaker he could be. "However, among further investigation, you can see that it wasn't the work of a single warlock, but a group."
A witch at the front raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to defend him? He won't be given an easier punishment if he's caught."
Namjoon shook his head. "Of course not. Please simmer down, all of you," he added, turning back, "the magic in this room is buzzing and it's giving me a headache."
"Well. Then I wonder how you handle being the Head of the Elemental Magic Department."
Namjoon swallowed thickly, his adam's apple bobbing. Jungkook flinched from his seat at the entrance, a ripple of pain shooting up his spine and Namjoon felt it from here, the waves of distressed emotions. He spared the apprentice a glance, and Jungkook shifted uncomfortably.
"I'd like to propose a sort of article." Namjoon raised his arms and above the heads of every person sitting in a chair appeared a gold ball, that emitted a golden smoke and as it dropped, it burst into a small packet of papers. "Please read through this. I'll be back in a moment, and we will further discuss the details of what will entail Kim Seokjin's punishment after."
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"Jungkook. Let me see. You know I went through two years of Healing class for this very particular reason!"
Jungkook shook his head, his eyes bubbling with humiliated tears and lips pouting. "N-no! That's embarrassing! You're my mentor, I ca-can't just show you my butt hole!" He sat back in panic in the bathroom stall that the two were cooped up in, and Jungkook firmly shook his head.
Namjoon gave him an unamused look. "It's called your ana—"
"Stop! No! I don't w-wanna, I told you I'm okay!" Jungkook said, raising his hands and pushing against Namjoon's chest.
Namjoon sighed. "Jungkook, I've performed open brain surgeries, your asshole won't shock me." He pushed Jungkook against the wall and his eyes glowed gold. "It's simple Healing, Kooks, nothing to be afraid of. I want to check for infections or tears, and get rid of bruises or markings."
Jungkook flushed. "C-can't we just wait for S-Seokjin to d-do it at his place? I'm more comfortable with him..."
Namjoon gaped, offended. "You're more comfortable with that dumbass that walks around with nothing but the thought of you in his head? You even told me yourself you didn't like him!" He sat back, scowling. "He's a fucking pervert, you know this!"
The soft-eyed boy shrugged. "J-just because he watches pornography doesn't mean he's creepy...I saw you watching porn once to-too, so don't even think about saying anything!"
Namjoon fell back, shocked. "What?"
"That's a story for a different time." Jungkook said softly, getting to his feet. "Let's just finish this dumb meeting and go..."
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