𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂

↳ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜᴄʀᴀfᴛ

*Fantasy AU*

(Human!Jungkook x Witch!Male Reader)

(A/N: I know that a male witch is referred to as a warlock, but please just bear with it for the sake of the oneshot. Also, please, please, please read the note at the end!)

"He's a witch!"

"He's a witch!"

"He's a witch!"

The eight-year-old boy simply stared at the group of children in front of him in silence, his hands tightly clutching the hem of his black shirt in growing anger, and he pursed his lips.

He had only approached them with the intention to join in their game of catch, but he should have known better since the local children weren't particularly fond of him.

That doesn't mean that it hurt any less, though.

"He's a witch!"

"He's a witch!"

They continued to taunt him, pointing their fingers and making obnoxious faces.

A girl chose to take it a step further and bent down, grasping a rock between her stubby little fingers and hurling it at the boy, striking him in the forehead. He released a grunt of pain and landed on his bottom, most likely staining the underside of his white shorts. The children laughed, cruelly pointing their fingers again at the sight of his misfortune.

"He's a witch!"

The boy slowly stood up, his eyes intensely locked solely on the taller girl who threw the rock, a bead of blood sliding down the side of his face, and he stood there silently. The laughter soon died down when they saw him standing there staring at them. Rock girl, who seemed to be the leader of the group of children, strode up to the boy and poked his shoulder provocatively.

"Look at this, guys," she picked up a strand of the boy's hair off of his shoulder. "He's a witch and a girl! Why is your hair so long, you witch?"

The boy didn't answer and only stood there, looking up at her quietly. The girl scoffed.

"What? Why are you staring at us like that? What are you going to do, witch? Curse us?"

"...I just might."

She looked a bit surprised at his stoic answer before she composed herself, still trying to look cool in front of her friends, and she poked his shoulder even harder to get a rise out of him.

"I'd like to see you try, I'll have you hung before you can!"

"You think so?" His head fell to the side in genuine confusion.

"Yeah!"

"Interesting," his eyes shone a bright lavender so briefly that it was hard to tell that they even shone at all, but the girl had seen enough to take a fearful step backward, "that you would think that..."

The girl turned around and stumbled back into her group of friends, jabbing a frantic finger at the boy in front of them.

"He really is a witch!"

With that, they all turned around and ran the other way, screaming about how the boy down the road really was a witch all along, and the boy smiled in satisfaction.

It quickly fell, however, when he felt his arm being yanked into a tight grip.

"M/N L/N," his mother snapped in a low tone, "what did I tell you?"