𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐍

yoongi - request

thank you my amazing luna, TaesWolfie for requesting! i hope you like it! btw this is a witch!au

You scowl at your reflection. Baby smooth skin. You spit yellow green saliva over your image and fold your arms tightly over your loosely hanging black garment.

You tried infecting your face with the verruca that grows on your aunt's foot. You had rubbed it with poison ivy. You had soaked it overnight with pads of salt-water. No matter what you did, your face stayed stubbornly looking like a sixteen year old goody-two-shoes. Even your eyes were a bright hazel instead of the yellow-amber your mother's had been. How on earth are you supposed to rise to power in the coven looking like a common villager? Even your roots were already growing in auburn.

You flick your wand at the stolen looking-glass and watch bitterly as it melts off the wall, forming a glassy puddle at your feet.

Grumbling out some of the curses you were asked to memorise, you pick up the stupidly colourful school bag by your feet and storm down the stairs. Your mother stands by the stove, stirring up a blue concoction with a gentle smile on her face.

"Hello, sweetie," she sings out, barely looking away from the stove, "ready for school?"

"No," you mumble, grimacing at the timidity that your tone holds. Sighing, your mother spins on her heels, looking at you with her newly coloured eyes that occasionally flick back to her yellow-amber ones as her anger grows.

"Baby, you know that to fully take over you have to pass this test. We can't have anyone normal knowing what we are or what we do. If you can manage to hide your powers from the humans for a month, you become the leader. It's as simple as that," she explains, tapping your nose.

"I can't get rid of this until I do?" You ask, pointing at your flawless face as your mother chuckles. She nods, motioning towards the door with her hand.

"Have a great day at school!" She calls after you, ignoring the curse you spit back at her.

School is horrible. And although many would find this a 'duh' fact, it's worse for you. With just a few words, you could have the most insufferable of people turned into a bunch of rats but you can't.

Or you'll fail your test.

And you won't become the next coven leader.

You find yourself in the bathroom, four hours into school with a hatred for the place that could scare your own mother. You scrub a hand down your face, screeching when not even the makeup comes off.

Cursing loudly, you raise your hand, closing your eyes as you feel the power pull out from within. It vanishes when you hear a gruff voice from the door.

"What the fuck?" It utters, the owner of the voice running behind the door as his eyes meet yours. You gasp, flailing your hands around in a panic.

"H-hey," you stutter, loud enough for the boy outside to hear, "it's not what it looks like."

The head of soft, brown hair pops out from behind the bathroom door, a look of confusion on his face. "Oh yeah? Well, I mean, a girl who was screaming just a few seconds ago and sounded like she needed help was just doing some voodoo magic shit with her hands while the guy wanting to help her watched!"

You open your mouth but close it again, nodding slowly. "Maybe it is what it looks like."

By now, the boy has let himself into the bathroom, his back leaning against the door dramatically. He suddenly pushes himself off it, pacing the length of the bathroom while being very careful in avoiding you.

"Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck," he mutters to himself, eyes widening each time. "What are you?" He finally breaths out, looking at you with his wide eyes.

Fuck it, you think to yourself, I've already failed. Might as well tell the cute dwarf.

"I'm a witch," you smile, emitting a small flame from the tip of your finger. The boy gasps, covering his mouth with his hands before approaching you slowly. He blows, smiling when the flame disappears.

"That's so cool," he concludes, holding his hand out. "I'm Min Yoongi."

Confused, you take his hand with a nervous smile. "I'm Y/N. Shouldn't you be scared of me?"

"Why?" He scoffs. "You look like you wouldn't even hurt a fly."

Something about his statement makes your heart flutter. A small smile graces your features as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

*

"Y'know, I think I'm starting to like you," Yoongi says causally, turning the page over in his book. You choke on your drink, looking up at him with a look of disbelief.

"Why?" You manage to cough out.

"I don't know. I think it's because you're different and challenging," he reasons, smiling brightly at you. You can only laugh awkwardly and go back to your own book.

"Do you like me back?" He asks, placing his book to the side and looking at you as if he expects you to do the same. Sighing, you do.

"It'd be weird, wouldn't it? I'll be coven leader soon and I might scare you away."

Truth be told, your two weeks with Yoongi has been splendid and as much as you'd love to say that it's the sixteen year old side of fucking up your feelings, you know that you truly like Yoongi for the way he accepts you and treats you like you deserve to be treated. Plus the coven accepted him and didn't get you in trouble.

"I don't think it will be. I'll just have a super cool girlfriend."

You throw your head back with a smile, giggling as butterflies erupt in your stomach. He watches fondly from his seat, grinning when your gaze meets his again.

"Ok, let's do this. But if you run, I won't hesitate in disembowelling you."

He laughs, blowing you a kiss. "I would deserve it."