"Thanks for helping." Namjoon said grinning while heaving one of the baskets out of his car, "Usually I would've asked Jimin to help me put he had an important class today so you were the only one I could think of..."

You waved it off smiling, taking one of the with seedlings filled baskets, "No problem Joon, I'm really glad that I can help."

The blond smiled, with dimples and all, heaving up a second basket, "You're an angel Y/N."

You winked at him grinning, watching in jealousy as the older carried not one, but two of the heavy baskets inside his store.

"I wanted to ask you already, but I didn't dare to yet-" Namjoon said while pushing the door open with one leg, "-but I wanted to know wether Taemin ever contacted you again?"

You thought back to your ex, whom you haven't even heard of once ever since you moved out, "Nah, I guess I won't for a while. He's probably hella pissed."

Namjoon laughed, a thumping sound chiming through the stuffy shop when both of you placed the basket in front of the counter, "I guess it's for the better if you two cut ties completely."

You agreed 100%, not feeling bad about how you hadn't wasted a single thought on Taemin ever since you broke up.

"Well, then." Namjoon huffed, straightening his back, "There are only two baskets left, I can carry them myself."

You shook your head, pushing past him, "One basket for each of us Joonie, I came here to help."

The witch laughed sheepishly, "Guess, I underestimated you."

You just snickered while making your way back to the car, where you heaved up the - it felt like - 298th basket today.

Strands of silver hair where sticking to the sides of your face, and you felt a bit gross with all the sweat soaking your clothes. It didn't help that the sun was blasting down on you with full force today.

"Uhm- Y-Y/N-" Namjoon began and you turned around, looking at him attentively.

"Hm?" You knew his tone, because he only got so shy when he was talking about Seokjin.

"Did he.. did he talk about me? Or our date?"

You giggled, thinking back to the hours you spent listening to Jin swoon about Namjoon, "You could say that, yeah."

"Did he... enjoy it?" You almost felt bad for the stuttering mess of a man in front of you and reached out to pat his shoulder, almost dropping the basket in the process.

"I won't snitch on my best friend now, you can just ask him yourself, but all I can tell you is that you pretty much conquered the cutest ass in South Korea."

Namjoon laughed hole heartedly at your cheeky statement, a slight red tinting his cheeks, "I'm glad, really."

You wanted to answer but got distracted by the feeling of pure relief when you finally dropped the last basket onto the stone tiles, "Ahhh Jesus Christ." Namjoon snickered behind you, eyeing your sweaty form with somewhat pity.

"I'll go make something cold to drink for us quickly," The older proposed, disappearing in the back rooms of the store, "Wait for me!"

You just nodded, slumping down onto the cold floor, back leaning against the wooden counter.

Namjoon was really cute, you thought, Seokjin was one lucky bastard, that was for sure.

You looked down at your hands that were covered in red marks that the rough material of the baskets left behind and then lifted your gaze back up at the rows of strange plants blooming in the dim light of the shop, right in front of you.

Especially one of the flowers caught your attention;  A large plant with smaller, blueish-purple blossoms. The color of their petals stood out from the others, it's shade looking fascinating to you.

"Do I look pretty?"

Your eyes widened comically when you heard that, a thin, shy voice speaking in your head.

"What the fuck-"

"I knew it." The quiet voice sounded incredibly sad, "I'm ugly, stop looking at me."

"Wha-" You searched for someone talking, until you realized that, no, there was no one. The only thing you'd been looking at was the pretty flower in front of you.

oh

OH

"N-No, you're beautiful!" You denied quickly, feeling bad for having made the pretty flower feel bad.

So we're taking pity in plants now? I see.

You were so totally going crazy, but nothing in this world would stop you from making this goddamn flower feel more confident.

"You really think so?" the thin voice sounded relieved.

"Of course! the color of your petals is so pretty!"

You watched in fascination how the flower in front of you curled into it self a bit, probably the flower equivalent to blushing or something.

"Th-Thank y-"

The door to the back rooms opened and Namjoon walked in, the pretty flower straightening back up immediately, as if it didn't just fucking talk to you.

"Y/N? What are you doing on the floor?" The witch asked confused, placing the glasses filled with lemonade onto the counter, "Why do you look as if you just saw a ghost?"

"Th-The flower talked." You breathed out, not standing up as you kept on staring at the plant.

For a moment, the older looked surprised, until his eyes fell onto the plant you were referring to and he smiled, "That's an Aconite, also known as wolf's-bane. It's commonly used to treat, fear anxiety and restlessness."

You looked from Namjoon, back at the plants, skeptically, "Well, for that it has a long way to go."

Namjoon chuckled, taking one of the glasses he brought, "Why? What did she say?"

She? "She asked me if I think that she's pretty. Seemed very insecure about herself."

"Yeah, they are like that sometimes." Namjoon nodded, taking a sip of his lemonade, "Especially flowers need a lot of reassurance. Other plants are a little more confident in that context I'd like to say."

You stood up with a huff, smiling gratefully when the man handed you your lemonade, "Why'd she talk to me all of a sudden?"

The witch scratched the back of his head, looking a bit clueless, "Well, they don't usually do that. Plants don't really like talking with humans they don't have formed a kind of bond with and it generally takes some time to make them talk to you." The blond looked down at you with his heed cocked to the side slightly, "Do you perhaps have witch blood running in your family?"

Witch...blood?

"I don't know..." You said, sounding unsure, "I mean, I don't really know my family, even my mom is kind of an enigma to me since I was very young when she was still alive."

What were the odds that one of your ancestors had been a witch? But then again, the fairy you met with Jimin did call you a witch.

"Hmm I see..." Namjoon mumbled, deep in thoughts, "Well, clearly there has to be someone in your family, otherwise you wouldn't be able to do-" He gestured toward the Aconite, "-that."

You blinked at him for a moment, feeling the condensed water drops of your lemonade roll down the glass onto your fingers. You didn't quite know what to do with that knowledge, or how to react to it.

"I'm a... witch?"

Namjoon laughed endearingly, "Well, you definitely have the potential to become one."

This sounded awfully promising to you, but you got cut off before even starting your answer, because a very dramatic fairy barged into the room.

"I CAME TO SAVE YOU JOONIE-HYUNG!" Jimin shouted as soon as he'd set a foot inside the shop, most likely giving half of the plants in here a stroke.

"Too late Mini," The witch said with a glint of amusement, "Your human helped me out already."

A look of betrayal appeared on the pink haired's face and he scowled at you, "You really let her help you? Aren't we best friends? Traitor!"

Poor Namjoon sighed, "No need to be so dramatic."

"I am not being dramatic." Jimin said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"You are." You insisted, "You are the biggest drama queen I know... or should I say the smallest?"

His eyes widened, "Oh you did not-"

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Namjoon watched the two of them bicker, like children, he thought, taking a sip of his lemonade.

He rarely saw Jimin as agitated as now, rarely saw him getting as emotional with anyone as he did with Y/N basically all of the time.

Come to think of it, he hadn't seen Jimin as regularly as he did ever since he and Y/N started dating.

She really is a blessing, huh?

The abandonment of 'his' human had left behind a deep wound in Jimin's heart. One that had been already severe when Namjoon got to know him first and only deepened over the years.

But now? it almost looked like it completely healed. Almost, but not completely.

But those scars would fade as time passed by, Namjoon believed.

So... she's a witch after all

It wasn't really a surprise that she didn't have a clue, looking at her... circumstances.

Non the less, Namjoon hoped that she wouldn't reject her own genes and get out of this circle of 'I-only-do-what-others-expect-me-to-do' and finally, finally learn to stand up for herself and accept herself.

Until then, he'd gladly go through the endless bickering of those fools in love.

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it's so hot I just want to crawl into a hole and hiss at anyone who tries to get me out of there

xx