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"Ngh,"
Jimin lifted his head from where it was burrowed underneath Namjoon's arm. He frowned and shook himself, lips pouty, nose scrunched and face puffy from the sleep and the food he had eaten late at night.
"Shit," Namjoon's deep, husky voice came from besides him as the older male was also roused from sleep, "oh, shit..."
Jimin blushed at how hot he sounded, and Jimin perkily sat up, looking over him. "Good morning!" He said, yawning widely. "Did you sleep well?"
"What time is it?" Namjoon asked, his voice still thick with sleep and it was so deep and sexy...
Jimin looked over at the alarm clock and read it out: "Nine...forty two!"
Namjoon's eyes bulged and he jumped out of bed, and Jimin flushed, cheeks heating up. Because Namjoon was shirtless, and how could Jimin not blush at that?
"Fuck! I've gotta—did Seokjin leave for scouting already?" Namjoon hopped out of bed, his back muscles flexing beautifully and Jimin drooled, his purple eye glowing a little when he saw how his arms rippled as he pushed back the couch and snatched his robes from where it was hooked beneath a stub.
"I dunno," Jimin mumbled, looking away when Namjoon turned around shyly, eyes now a bright purple. Namjoon stared at him, confused as to why Jimin's eye was glowing so hotly, when it came to him.
Surely Jimin... "Are you...?"
Jimin squeaked and looked up nervously.
"...sensing Dark Magic?" Namjoon gasped.
Jimin blew out a breath of relief, sending a quick prayer to whatever deity blessed Namjoon with such stupidity, and shook his head. "N-no, I think it's just—"
Seokjin burst into the room a second later. "WAKEY WAKEY BITCHES!"
"—because of Seokjin..."
"Mm, it's time to go out hunting for these Spirits, babe!" Seokjin teased, back-hugging Namjoon and irritating the hell out of the sorcerer. "C'mon, daddy! Let's go play~!"
Jimin's eyes blazed purple and Seokjin smirked knowingly, but Namjoon just threw Seokjin off and touched Jimin's cheek worriedly. "Are you okay? Your eye is glowing...it's because of Seokjin's Dark Magic, isn't it?"
Seokjin gaped and Jimin stifled a whimper.
"You idiot."
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"When are we going to confront him? Are we going to forever stay at this distance and watch him? Shouldn't we explain?"
"We are fallen royals, dear."
"And? We can pick ourselves back up."
"It's...too late for that..."
Namjoon flopped back onto a chair right outside of a cafe, fanning himself madly while Seokjin reappeared in front of him in a puff of dark purple dust. "At least we caught one." Seokjin said optimistically, grinning. "Now we only got one more to catch!"
Namjoon scowled. "We could've gotten both if you hadn't moaned like that!"
Seokjin widened his eyes. "What? If you touch my ass like that of course I'm gonna fucking moan!"
"Why are you literally the most perverted piece of shit—?!"
"Kim...Namjoon?"
Namjoon froze and whirled around, stopping himself from continuing his conversation with Seokjin to turn around at the old man and woman that had confronted him. He scowled and rolled his eyes and turned back to Seokjin only for the warlock to gape at him.
"Wait," Namjoon turned again to them and gulped, "how can you two...see us?"
The man bit his lip and turned to the lady behind him, and Namjoon raised an eyebrow, his robes flowing back behind him, making the sorcerer feel self-conscious. How the hell could they see his robes? Him? Seokjin? It was impossible: he was in his sorcerer form, humans shouldn't be able to see him like this!
"We're not human," The lady whispered, and Namjoon's frown only deepened, "we're...we're sorcerers."
Namjoon let out a breath of relief, staring at Seokjin who also physically relaxed and sat back in his chair. "Thank goodness...I thought that we were running around the Human Realm and casting our spells in front of humans everywhere, but if you're sorcerers that's fine. How did you two even get here? I thought public access to the Magic Realm wasn't allowed until the next three summers."
The lady began tearing up out of the blue, making Namjoon blink in confusion, and the male who was awkwardly standing in front of the crying lady cringed at Namjoon's bewildered expression.
"Namjoon," the male patted Namjoon's shoulder and the sorcerer flinched a little back, "we're not just any sorcerers."
Seokjin abruptly stood, eyes blazing. "Namjoon, get back—"
"We're your parents."
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why did seokjin tell namjoon to get back?
