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₅ | i saw the devil

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namjoon tried his best not to outright sneer at the insistent fidgeting of the boy next to him.

because he was orpheus namjoon, son of the high priest and probable heir(he was still unsure about that one) to the priestmanship.

so it didn't matter that seokjin was blabbering too much or that he was constantly trying to provoke him by squishing his familiar. namjoon wasn't going to give him the reaction his leering grin wanted so bad. nope he was so not going—

" oh holy father! jin what is that abominable stench!"

jisoo and chaeyoung held their noses as well. they sat behind them all the time in mrs taek's transfiguration class and this morning was no different.

except jisoo seemed a little greener than normal, dalgom he reckoned was about to dog faint and chaeyoung looked like she had murder on her mind; guess the victim—yes it was our innocent, lovable seokjin.

" we were clearly told to transfigure familiars not conjure this...fart!" chaeyoung roared. seokjin was a little taken aback but he stood his ground and crossed his arms whilst grinning.

" warlocks don't fart, chae, they cast smells," he explained.

in unison, namjoon, jisoo and chaeyoung heaved a sigh of irritation. even dalgom barked in disgust.

" its too early in the morning for your bullshit. i can't take it." jisoo muttered.

seokjin was unabashed, shrugging and setting his attention back to strangling the poor hamster.

namjoon frowned. " stop using that mortal slang jisoo; it's forbidden."

chaeyoung rolled her eyes, shifting so she was a hair breadths away from namjoon's face. he looked as stiff as always but you could distinctly see the red topping his ears, like a cherry on a mystic cake.

" she can do whatever she wants, pavarotti."

" if you call me that one more time, i promise i'll get sparkles," namjoon pointed at the struggling hamster at seokjin side, " to rip out your tongue. and you know how fearsome his goblin form is."

chaeyoung tsked. " ' fearsome sparkles?' has a nice ring to it—quite unique."

namjoon grunted and she hissed. chaeyoung was glaring at him so hard that jisoo feared he'd ignite in flames right then and there. namjoon was doing what namjoon always did— icy but straight faced—he was inexpressive like that.

jisoo massaged her temples. her head was thrumming badly—almost like the merlin's choir were marching and stomping on her neurons. oh muggle. she winced when she felt a pulse pass through her.

seokjin was the first to notice. he nudged her slightly. " soo? you're not going to die are you?"

chaeyoung and namjoon flicked their attention to jisoo who had her head in her hands. pain was written all over the reassuring smile she sent jin. were this side effects of not taking the pill today—so soon already? was her intuition wrong and those capsules actually aided her? was she dying?