Witch One? ~Indefinite Hiatus~

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Nova's POV

Jimin continues to tend to my injuries even two weeks after we all got drunk, with the guys occasionally dropping in to check on me, and tease Jimin for something I'm not allowed to know about apparently. Taehyung has especially taken a shine to me and has insisted on doing a reading with me, which I was nothing short  of excited for.

"I'm so excited," I rant to Jimin who just rolls his eyes at me, handing me some painkillers and a brew of herbs and tea leaves he made to help relieve me of my nausea.

"And you are also in pain so drink up," he sits down across from me, squinting his eyes as I sniff the tea.

"It's only PMS symptoms Jimin, I'll live," I roll my eyes, gulping down my painkillers quickly as if that would relieve my back pain faster.

"Doesn't mean you should be in pain," he quips back. "Anyway, you craving anything today? If it's healthy, I'll fix it up for you."

He stands up to check the refrigerator after seeing that I am drinking my, what I'll call, Jimin's magic in a mug. The name's a work in progress.

"Mm, a fruit bowl sounds amazing right now. Maybe with some powdered sugar?" I try to ignore the growl that comes from my stomach at the mouth-watering thought.

"Maybe just a little powdered sugar," he concedes, pulling out a container of strawberries and blueberries and sets them on the counter. "Looks like we are a little low on strawberries, I'm going to head out to pick a few more. You know where I'll be, right?"

"The garden is right beside the patio, I know Jimin," I smile while rolling my eyes at him.

"Just checking, I'll start up some lunch to go with the fruit bowl too. Is that good with you?"

"Yep!"

"Okay brat, if you need anything you'll know where I am," he calls as he goes out the patio door with a bowl in hand.

I hum out a tune as I cup the warm mug in both of my hands, trying my best not to throw up a second time that morning. Ugh, my period is really going to be a bitch again this month. The nausea isn't as intense anymore, thanks to Jimin's magic in a mug. It was all I could think about all morning, and my morning had started four painful hours ago, also known as seven in the morning.

"Jimin's Magic in a Mug?" I try saying it out loud as I stare intensely at the drink. "No, no too long, needs to be... catchier."

The drink offers me no answers to a better name no matter how intensely I stare at it.

"Come on magic mug, gimme an answer. Magic Mug? No, not any better. It's so... if I go any longer it might as well be a slogan. Magic, magicky? Nope, sounds too yuck," I can't help but scrunch my nose at my inability to name the darn drink. "Guess we're sticking with Jimin's magic in a mug."

My tortured train of thought is cut off by the sound of the front door opening. I scooch my chair in a circle slowly but surely, so I don't have to abandon the warmth of my blanket, to see Taehyung grinning as he toes his shoes off.

"I brought my cards!" He shows off his little black velvet bag to prove to me with a little giggle.

"Yay! Jimin's out picking some strawberries right now for lunch. I got him to make a fruit bowl with powdered sugar," I giggle, proud of myself.

Taehyung comes over and sits across from me, and I make an effort to scooch back around to face him.

"Nice! I love strawberries," he cheers and I laugh.