"you shouldn't be able to see me."
in school, there is one person kim taehyung despises the most: jeon jungkook, taehyung's homophobic bully.
yet, what lies beneath is for more devestating: taehyung is a cursed witch, bound to serve the one who summ...
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later, after jungkook was done with his seminars, he took the bus home.
he sat in the back of the bus, his breath shallow, eyes glazed over as the city smeared past him in streaks of electric haze.
the world outside looked like a fever dream painted onto the glass.
yet within him, something solid, something ink-black, curled through his veins like spilled calligraphy, unfurling, consuming. it was the feeling of the summoning curse he had used on taehyung.
he could still feel it, thick as oil in his lungs, twisting around his ribs, pressing against the inside of his skin like it wanted to seep out. it was exhilarating, the way it had obeyed him so easily, the way it had wrapped itself around taehyung like puppet strings waiting to be pulled tighter. it felt too good.
the thought sent something electrifying down his spine.
what else could he do? how far could he push it?
taehyung should bow. should obey. jungkook wanted to make him bend until he shattered.
fuck, this was too dangerous. too good.
his fingers drummed against his thigh, erratic, impatient. outside, the streetlights hummed against the rain-slick asphalt, casting elongated silhouettes behind the tired figures slouched in their seats.
normal people, normal people.
normal shadows, normal shadows.
but then-
one shadow moved wrong. looked wrong.
jungkook's breath hitched.
finally.
a deep violet pulse, barely perceptible, a flickering afterimage behind a man sitting three rows ahead. the glow curled around his outline, unnatural, coiling like smoke, dissipating and returning in waves.
jungkook's pupils fucking dilated.
the bus felt too small, the air too thick, pressing against him as if the universe itself held its breath.
his heartbeat was not inside of him anymore. it was outside, pulsating, a living thing slamming against his skin, trying to escape. his veins turned to fire, his teeth ached, his throat felt raw with anticipation.
witch. a fucking witch.
the moment the man stood up, jungkook followed. he moved without hesitation, every fiber of his being drawn towards his prey.
the bus doors hissed open, spilling them both into the cold air, into the city's pulse. rain had begun to fall, thin needles pricking against jungkook's tattooed skin as he trailed the man down a quieter street, further from the hum of traffic.
