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the pair behind yoongi seemed to know everything, namjoon and hoseok both being the teachers pet.

but fate wasn't too nice to yoongi today.

the boy had terrible social anxiety, speaking in front of people was terrifying to him, so when the professor asked him what the correct language for most spells was, he choked.

"i-i, uh.. sir i.. i-i'm sorry.." he stumbled, the professor giving him a pointed look. even hera's cheek nuzzles couldn't make him feel better.

"yoongi-ssi, you need to be studying. for a witch to not know the base language for most spells, it's just disappointing."

the thing was that yoongi knew the answer, he knew that it was latin, but there was no way he could say that being thrown on the spot.

luckily, a voice behind him covered for him.

"it's latin, yoongi knew that, sir. every sorcerer knows latin. don't talk to him like that." it was namjoon.

the professor was shocked at the outburst, and especially from one of his favorite students. but he knew he couldn't just let this go.

"since he knows so much, why not have him teach the class. come on, min." the man said with dead seriousness.

yoongi shook his head, looking at his books on the desk to avoid eye contact with his classmates.

"you don't have a choice, witch."

he couldn't handle it anymore, first he was emberassed in front of his crushes, then namjoon was being the wonderful warlock he is and stood up for yoongi, and finally he was being told to get in front of the class of students who think so little of him, and being called a witch by his professor. it was too much.

so the boy ran.

he gathered his materials on his desk before dashing out of the room, leaving everyone shocked by his actions.

namjoon noticed something was up though, "hoseok," he whispered. "go follow him and make sure he's okay, yeah?"

hoseok nodded with no questions asked and ran after the boy.

and namjoon?

he knocked some sense into that professor.

"he obviously was nervous, I think he's having a full blown anxiety attack now, and why? because you wanna be an asshole to a cute little witch just because he isn't the best at using his powers." he said, standing. "all of you are mean to the little one, why?"

his voice got angrier as he went on. "he doesn't deserve that shit!" he was full on yelling now.

and after saying a few very harsh words, he disappeared to find his boyfriend and the little witch.

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