Myungjin Oneshots Collection

Magic Users

Before you read this, I suggest you go and read the full fic first at ao3 :)

Link:
https://archiveofourown.org/series/689652

Credits :
@plastic--hearts (tumblr)
@vonseal (magic users)

Jinwoo wasn’t paranoid. He just happened to worry a lot. Which was understandable, right? He didn't want anything to happen to Myungjun, and if slipping little, colourful stones or feathers into his pockets was a way to ensure he would be okay, then Jinwoo was going to keep doing it.

Of course, it confused Myungjun. He would often come home and tell Jinwoo about them, tell him about how he had reached into his pocket to pull out some change and was instead met with a clear blue-tinted marble, a tiny yellow feather, or even a smooth pink stone.

Jinwoo never said anything. He just commented on how strange it was, and that's where the conversation usually ended.

But secretly, Jinwoo was slightly worried. Would Myungjun get mad if he knew? Was this, in a way, Jinwoo not trusting Myungjun to be out on his own? He didn't like to think of it that way, but he couldn't help it sometimes.

When he prepared the little trinkets, he thought about Myungjun, obviously, but also about how he wanted his day to go. He couldn't control the outcome of the day, but he could hope, and sometimes hope was all he had when it came to keeping Myungjun safe.

Hope and little good luck charms that might or might not even work.

On the days he picked the feathers, he hoped that Myungjun’s worries would float away, even for just a moment. Myungjun was too cheerful a person to deserve being plagued with fears.

The smooth stones were for days when Jinwoo knew something was stressing Myungjun out. They were for the days when he wanted everything to go particularly smoothly, such as when Myungjun was expecting a customer with a big request.

The marbles were for when he didn’t have a particular sentiment in mind other than, of course, Myungjun having a good day. He hoped Myungjun would find the colours and the intricate glasswork inside them pretty.

When Myungjun came home one day with a little cloth bag in hand, Jinwoo didn’t really think twice about it. He occasionally received small, well-deserved gifts from customers, so Jinwoo figured that was the case again.

However, when Myungjun disentangled himself from their embrace on the couch to grab the bag again (which he had left on the living room table), Jinwoo couldn’t help the curiosity that piqued in him.

“What’s in that?” he asked, eyebrows furrowing in curiosity when Myungjun shot him a slight smile before tipping the contents out onto the tabletop gently.

Out of the bag came rolling marbles and tumbling stones, and when they stopped, Myungjun peered into the bag and pulled out a few tiny feathers, attempting to place them on the table as well and giggling when they got stuck to his fingers and sleeves.

“I dunno, Jinjin,” Myungjun then said, turning to face his boyfriend. “You tell me.”

Jinwoo tried to keep a straight face when he shrugged. “I have no idea.” Inside, however, he was panicking slightly. He had hoped this day would never come, even though part of him always knew that it would. He never really listened to that part of himself.

“I know you know,” Myungjun insisted with a playful smile. He then shifted a little closer to Jinwoo and took his hand, squeezing it. “Come on. I’ve seen that little bag of marbles you hid away under the bed.”

With a sigh, Jinwoo let his shoulders fall. “You weren’t supposed to figure this out.”

“Why not? Are you trying to curse me?” Myungjun teased and bumped shoulders with Jinwoo. “I doubt you are, but even if that is the case, I want to know.”

“It’s not a curse.” Jinwoo then dropped his gaze to their interlocked hands. “They’re… They’re good luck charms.”

Myungjun was quiet for a moment, prompting Jinwoo to look up again at his boyfriend. When he did, however, Myungjun let go of his hand, choosing to wrap his arms around him and hug him instead.

Jinwoo froze for a moment before letting himself accept the embrace. “I didn’t finish my explanation.”

Myungjun only squeezed him tighter. “You don’t have to. That’s enough for me.”

Jinwoo smiled, closing his eyes as he, too, gripped his boyfriend tighter. “They’re not perfect, and sometimes they don’t really work. I just worry about you, and I do trust you enough to be able to handle yourself, but I just- just want you to have good days.”

“And I trust you to make my days better. Any day with you is a good day, Jinwoo.” Myungjun pulled away for a moment just to press a kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. “As long as I get to come home to you, any day is good.”