Jimin woke up cuddling into the face of the dog stuffy that Namjoon had gifted him in the Human Realm.
He sat up, rubbing his eyes and yawning loudly, expecting for Namjoon besides him to also wake when he realized the sorcerer wasn't besides him. Blinking, Jimin sat up in surprise. He stretched out his arms, parting his lips and looking around for the silver-haired
male.
"Joonie?" Jimin mumbled out, scratching his tummy beneath his robes.
As he slipped out from beneath the blankets, golden magic fizzed from above his head. Jimin squeaked, looking up in shock as the magic swirled and transformed into a tiny note. It landed on Jimin's lap with a thud, and Jimin picked it up, unfolding it.
He was met with the scent of lemons, and he flinched back when a bunch of Namjoon's golden magic puffed out, falling around him in sparkling dust.
Jimin,
I had to leave early this morning due to professional deals...
I hope I didn't leave you hanging or anything. Plora should fix up breakfast for you, once she wakes. I'll be back by tonight, maybe this afternoon if everything goes right.
Love you (*'∇｀*)
-Namjoon
Jimin flushed at the emoticon at the end, giggling to himself before looking up at Plora, who smelled strongly of cinnamon and sugar, her feathers dotted with the powder and sugar flakes.
Breakfast is ready! Plora chirruped, puffing out her breast feathers as Jimin laughed, reaching over to rub her head. She purred, eyes closing slightly as Jimin waddled over to the door, pushing it open to be met by a plate of a stack of pancakes and waffles, soaked in maple syrup, with two tubes of whipped cream, heavily buttered eggs that had Jimin's stomach hurting just from imagining the tummy ache he'd get after eating all of it.
"P-Plora!" Jimin yelped. "This is...this is enough to feed a whole family! How the heck am I supposed to eat all of this myself?"
Plora chirped, flying over onto Jimin's shoulder. What? This is usually how much Namjoon eats. A little less, maybe.
Jimin blinked. "A-all of this?"
Plora shrugged. Well, he doesn't have American breakfast's like this often, but when he eats stuff like jjachangmyeon and kimchi stew, he can eat an entire pot.
Jimin gulped. "H-how's he so...so fit, then?"
Plora flew down onto the table, pecking at a teeny piece of pancake. He doesn't just laze around all day.
Jimin sits down on his table, pulling himself forward and munching on the first slice of pancake. "He works...he works out?" His cheeks flushed at the thought of imagining Namjoon, shirtless and drenched in sweat, muscles flexing and working in moonlight as he lifted twenty ton weights and...and imagine his hair is sweaty too! And he pushes his bangs back and exposes his forehead...his eyebrows...and he turns back to stare at Jimin and—
Yes, he does! He works out a lot to relieve stress! So it's quite often. Also that and having to run around all day at work? He's basically a body-builder!
Jimin scooped up some whipped cream onto his spoon and licked it off. "Hu...I don't work out at all..." He pouted and stared at the stack of waffles.
Plora hopped over to Jimin's hand and nudged it with her head, golden feathers puffing out in hopes of cheering the younger up. Don't worry! Namjoon doesn't like muscular bottoms!
Jimin choked. "W-what?!"
He likes his men small and soft! Plora seemed painfully oblivious. At least that's what he confessed to Seokjin when he was completely drunk...he likes it when they have squishy thighs and cute cheeks like yours! So you're fine, Jimin, now eat up! Breakfast is the most important meal of the day!
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Namjoon's task today was to be done with Min Yoongi and rookie Jung Hoseok. Yoongi had claimed that the wizard was going to help their mission immensely, so Namjoon had reluctantly agreed to bring the wizard along, but so far, Hoseok had just been screaming and jolting and jerking back at the smallest of noises and movements.
"Can you stop being so loud?!" Namjoon snapped when Hoseok screeched as a bunch of bats flew up from the dark alleyway they were treading in. "You'll scare off our enemies miles away!"
Hoseok meekly nodded, red hair tousled from Yoongi's slender fingers that were carding through it so often, the Shapeshifter following him with a lazy smirk on his pretty features.
"Hey," Namjoon snapped his fingers as he made it to the end of the alleyway and pointed his finger up. "Up there."
With a burst of lemony-scented winds, Namjoon put his hands together in a symbol, and golden winds surrounded the three of them before he lifted them up onto the roof, landing nimbly on both feet before swiftly scouting the edges, his sharp eyesight catching almost every intricate detail of the town below him.
"There!"
Hoseok's voice came from behind Namjoon, and the sorcerer put his hands on Hoseok's shoulder as he leaned over to glance at what Hoseok had seen. Yoongi quickly brushed them off, hissing possessively, his black and electric blue robes flowing behind him prettily.
Namjoon just rolled his eyes and peered over the edge, eyes widening once he spotted it.
A tower, a pitch black and slightly holographic navy-bluish tinge to the outside was being built not far from the Waiyter Rivers, East of the Council Tower. Namjoon squinted, a growl rising in his throat as he spotted a cloaked figure flying around the tower in the making, and Namjoon could recognize that dark gaze and magic instantly.
Saeng Park.
"What the hell—?"
"What...in the hell is that?" Yoongi cut Hoseok off, hopping off the wizard's back to meet Namjoon's place on the edge. "Is that some kind of Dark Council Tower? We don't have a Dark Department yet..."
"Yet." Namjoon emphasized, huffing. "This is dangerous. That's Saeng Park, master of Mirage Magic. There's no written record on how to defeat any Royal Magics besides the rumors that Royal Magic defeats Royal Magic."
Yoongi scoffed, flicking his hair back. "Well then that's easy. You're Royal, aren't you, Kim? Then use your damn Royal Magic!"
Namjoon looked away. "I don't like using it."
"Bitch, did I ask if you liked using it? I told you to use the damn magic to stop this! We have no idea what it is, what danger it holds, what kind of fucking person is behind it! Saeng Park is known for nothing but his skills, not his intentions!" Yoongi snapped. "Now, you never show your Royal magic to anyone. And I'm sick of it! Use it now, I wanna see it."
Namjoon backed off with his arms crossed. "I told you I don't use specialty magic unless I'm on a very important mission."
"This is an important mission if you haven't noticed, fucktard!" Yoongi pointed at Hoseok who jumped back at the sudden spotlight. "Use it on him!"
Hoseok squeaked. "But babe—!"
Yoongi's eyes softened. "If he hurts you, I'll kill him." He made kissy noises and smiled. "Don't worry~"
Namjoon just huffed, allowing Deysi, who was tucked away in his coat hood, to fly up onto his head. "It's dangerous, Yoongi. The only way to snap them out of it is with a kiss."
"Snap them out of what?" Yoongi frowned.
Namjoon shook his head and stared at Hoseok straight in the eyes. "I'm warning you, if you get angry at me for kissing your boyfriend that's on you." Namjoon snapped, and his dark brown eyes suddenly glowed blue.
Hoseok's eyes turned the same color of blue, and his body went slack. Namjoon lifted up his fingers, they were splayed out like claws and suddenly thin blue magic, like strings, appeared and looped from them to different parts of Hoseok's body.
Namjoon sighed and lifted one finger, and Hoseok's arm raised.
"I command you to kiss Min Yoongi."
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