∘₊✧──────✧₊∘Yoongi wanted to blow his brains out. Preferably in the next five seconds. This was not the first time today he had thought this. An earlier example would be when he saw the Thing munching on the carcass of a still wailing cat and then been forced to run for god knows how long.
First off, he'd already been having a pretty shitty day. Namjoon had called him in a huff, waking him up from his very much deserved rest after pulling an all-nighter, and said that a human had heard Jungkook speak and when nothing had happened to her: ran off. She had also seemed very panicked over Jimin touching her apparently, but Namjoon had dismissed that pretty quickly. The pink-haired teen was pretty much a celebrity to the campus, belonging to the elusive 'fraternity' BTS and looking like an overall heartthrob. Cue the girly squeals. Or maybe she was a germaphobe. The point was that was pretty irrelevant. The point was that wasn't the issue here. The issue was that a mortal, a 'muggle' had heard Jungkook talk for fuck's sake and whether for better or for worse, nothing had happened to her.
Did Yoongi care? Not really. But he cared about the maknae and the general welfare of his coven, so if there was a possible threat to it (such as an unregistered person with an affinity to magic: an 'Arcane' as they were called, not only was that illegal but definitely worrying.) then he had to get his knuckles cracking.
So he'd promptly spent the rest of the four hours of free time before the lecture that was supposed to be for napping, trying to get CCTV footage of the incident by the bus stop. When he finally got it, he had no success in finding her (because she wasn't turned that way) but did, however, confirm that Jungkook had actually talked in person and she had been unaffected by his curse.
Then he had an even shittier day after going to lecture and going all the way back to the house and realising that he had left the V.I.P (very important project) flash drive still downloading in Studio B. Did he deal with this?
No. He just hooked in whichever member was going to be out of the house for the night, made them promise to fetch it, and then took a much-deserved nap.
The only good part of his day was when Seokjin had arrived in a generous mood and brandished two coupons to the lamb skewer place Yoongi loved, having been given it by a secret admirer. Of course. It's lamb skewers, naturally, Yoongi said yes, and he had a blast rubbing it in Jungkook's face with various selca's and videos. The latter deserved it. He had literally done the one thing he was explicitly reminded not to do: talk to a human face to face. Yoongi got to have lamb skewers, rub it in the maknae's face, and pick up the flash drive: perks of the restaurant being a five-minute walking distance to campus. Oh, and with the coupons, they'd gotten dinner a full 58% off.
Fuck yeah. Yoongi was a simple man. He was fed lamb skewers? He was happy. The meal as 58% off? Even better.
Then his day got shitty again because almost as soon as they picked up the flash drive and walked out of the building, he saw a fleshy mass in the parking lot chewing on a wailing cat. Instant mood kill. It was moist, it smelled like death (they'd just had dinner for fuck's sake) it had like ten hundred thousand million eyeballs? All swivelling about in their sockets- blergh. No thank you.
Seokjin had yelped, grabbed Yoongi's wrist, and both of them made a break for it.
His day curved up slightly when he saw Hoseok because come on its Hoseok. Anyone with two eyes can see he was happiness personified.
Then said curve dropped again after seeing that Hoseok had a human beside him. This confused Yoongi, because wasn't he dating Sunmi or Sookmi whatever fuck the human's name was? And also because that was just an unnecessary variable who was going to be screaming or yapping their ear off with questions and asdmasomdsad.... Yoongi was done.
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