Namjoon opened up the drawers in front of him. There he found a ton of papers, mostly typed reports which seemed to be for class.

He closed it behind unamused at the papers. Instead he headed to the closet and opened it up. There he scanned through various articles of clothing.

He took note of how much this man liked silk. He was about to leave and go talk to Jimin to let him know this blonde hunk wasn't a threat when he spotted something behind the clothes.

He pushed all of the hangers to the side to take a look. There he found the wall which looked odd. It looked fake.

Just as he was about to touch it he heard the keys rattling and the doorknob turn. He quickly pushed the clothes back into place and shut the door as quietly as he could.

He decided to vanish—well, to the human eye. Meaning he was still present but no human could see him.

The blonde man, Seokjin, dropped his keys on the desk next to the door. He kicked his shoes off and unbuttoned his shirt. 

Namjoon stayed and watched, just because he was a supernatural being didn't mean he didn't have human emotions or curiosity.

Seokjin was pleasant to look at. He was tall, had broad shoulders and a toned abdomen. His face was deadly. It was almost perfectly symmetrical.

Namjoon was too invested in admiring the attractive human that had forgotten why he'd come to his apartment in the first place.

Seokjin propped his legs up on the small wooden center table in between the two small couches. He released a deep breath and grinned.

"You can come out of hiding. I know you're here. Or do you want to watch me completely undress?"

Namjoon's eyes widened and for the first time in—centuries—he was flabbergasted. However, he quickly composed himself and made himself visible.

"How did you know I was here?"

"Hard to miss such a strong presence." He responded unbothered while he turned to look towards his direction.

"Do you know who I am?"

Seokjin instantly got up and bowed, "Of course I do. How rude of me. Pleasure to meet you my lord. To what do I owe the honor of the god of soul showing up in my humble apartment?"

"What are you? You're not immortal. I hear the blood rushing through your veins and your heart beating."

Seokjin straightened himself up and then quickly went back to sitting down and propping up his legs. "I'm not a threat to you. I'm not sure why you're even here."

"What are you?" Namjoon repeated in a sterner voice.

He raised his eyebrow, "I'm just a witch."

"With no powers?"

"I don't practice dark magic if that's what you're implying. Everything I do is natural. I do potions, with natural ingredients of course, and sell them to those in need."

"What's a witch studying law for?"

"I can't make a living out of selling herbs and potions."

Namjoon turned towards the closet door, "What's behind there?"

"Ahh. Nosey god I see." He quickly chuckled, getting up, "I'm just kidding. You really want to see what's there I'll show you."

Namjoon walked behind him as he opened up the door and moved his clothes to the side. There, he slightly pushed the wall on the closet and removed it.

"Just plants." Namjoon said.

"Just plants." He reassured him with a grin.

"Stay away from Jimin and his friend." Namjoon warned him while giving him his most threatening look.

"I'm not hurting anyone. I've never even approached Jimin. I'd be stupid to mess with a god. Though he's mortal I know my place."

"Jimin doesn't trust you with his friend."

"The last thing I'd do is hurt Taehyung. Competing in class is fun and that's as far as it goes."

Namjoon eventually concluded that this man was not a threat. "Fine, but if you hurt—"

"I won't. Pinky swear." He smirked, extending his hand out.

Namjoon looked at his pinky finger confused, "I will be leaving now." He stated completely ignoring his hand.

"Sure. Come back to see me again!"

But by then Namjoon was already gone.

•••

Yoongi stared at the wall in front of him. He didn't bother to look up once he felt Jungkook appear right next to him.

"I forget how wonderful college parties are."
He happily said. "Mind if I take a drink?" He asked but was already pouring himself one.

"It's eleven in the morning."

"So?"

"Didn't you drink enough last night?"

"Never enough. What's up with you?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

Yoongi sighed as he finally looked at Jungkook. "The stupid human boy tried to kiss me."

"Okay. So what? His breath stinks? He has chapped lips? Oh no! It's even worse, he used too much tongue. I always hate when they do that. It's so slimy."

"I didn't let him kiss me." Yoongi replied while rolling his eyes.

"Why not? Jimin is not ugly."

"Jimin?"

"Uhh yeah. The stupid human as you refer to?"

Yoongi thought back to the previous night and he couldn't believe he had forgotten that the human—Jimin— had actually told him his name.

"I don't need him to like me. I need him to give me my powers back."

"I mean will hooking up with him truly be that bad?"

Yoongi thought about it—briefly. For half a second, but he quickly pushed those thoughts to the side because his goal was not hooking up with him. He needed to set his priorities straight.

"Yes. It would."

"He can't give you your powers back. You have to complete the test and show how much you want them."

Yoongi didn't say anything. Instead he frowned because like usual, Jungkook was right and admitting it out loud stung.

"Maybe because he likes you it won't be hard for him to accept you."

"I'm the one that has to accept serving him." He said slightly disgusted.

"What makes you think Jimin wants you as his familiar?"

"I mean who wouldn't want me as their familiar?"

Jungkook shrugged, "I don't know. I'm just saying. I know you hate to lose your liberty, but do you really have it? You're dying slowly and you're not free of will either. At least next to Jimin you'd be stronger and one step closer to climbing the ladder."

Yoongi looked back at Jungkook. Most of the time, he said a bunch of nonsense but the more they talked about this subject the more Jungkook's words reasoned with him.

Being tied to Jimin couldn't possibly be the worst that happened to him.

•••

Jimin slowly opened his eyes and that's when he saw Namjoon standing over him with his arms crossed.
His eyes widened and he felt his heart nearly implode until his brain comprehended who was there.

"Gosh you scared me."

"I would've expected you to be up already. Especially since we're so close to noon."

Jimin closed his eyes again and felt himself slowly drift back to sleep. He didn't have time for a lecture today. He needed the extra sleep.

"I told you not to go to that party, but what do I know huh?"

As soon as those words left Namjoon's mouth he got up abruptly because he remembered everything! The party, the drinking, the dancing on the table, attempting to kiss the bartender, the puking!

Attempting to kiss the bartender, puking, attempting to kiss the bart—

"Oh fuck." Jimin cursed holding his head. He could feel it throb and the pressure behind his eye was excruciating. His stomach felt weak and it suddenly felt like he could faint.

"What's that smell?" Namjoon asked, wrinkling his nose.

Jimin winced embarrassedly, still holding his head. "It's me. I'm hungover. Can't you see?"

"Gross. I don't smell like that when I drink."

"Well, you're not human so whatever Mr. Immortal."

"I'm here to talk about that guy."

Jimin panicked and looked up at Namjoon. Did he mean Yoongi? Then a horrific thought crossed his mind. Had Namjoon witnessed everything from the night before?

"What? What do you mean?"

His face started to feel hot and he knew it was a bright red now. Thinking about it made it worse. Namjoon uncrossed his arms and looked at him like Jimin was supposed to know what he was talking about.

"Seokjin. The guy you asked me to look into."

"Oh! Yeah! Yeah! What about him?" Jimin's voice echoed in his head and it made the throbbing sensation worse.

"He's not a threat. He's mortal and a witch. Not a black magic witch so he's pretty defenseless."

"A witch?"

"Yeah. All he does is use natural potions to help with human emotions."

"Did you tell him to leave Taehyung alone?"

"I warned him to not hurt him, but like I said he's not a threat."

"Well okay but if—"

"If he becomes a threat I'll handle it. Even better, if you get a familiar they will handle it."

"I don't need a familiar."

"Sure. Whatever you say. Once you do, it will make my life much easier."

"I have to shower and take some Advil before my head explodes." Jimin scooted to the end of the bed. He started to walk to the bathroom, but then stopped.

"Who is that pale guy? Why can I sense that he is not human but I can touch him and not others?"

"You already know the answer to this."

Jimin rolled his eyes annoyed and quickly regretted it because it didn't make his eyelid pressure any better. He continued to walk to the bathroom and he locked it once he was inside.

Not that it mattered because if Namjoon wanted to, he could appear in the bathroom without having to use the door.

As he looked at himself in the mirror, he started blushing again remembering how he embarrassed himself by trying to kiss Yoongi.

Being rejected was already deadly humiliating, but then puking in front of him because he was so drunk he can't even stand straight? That's beyond humiliation.

Jimin felt like he had to move out of the country to avoid seeing that man again. Not to mention he knew that Yoongi wasn't a typical person so why was Namjoon being so mysterious about it?

And what did Namjoon mean by saying that he already knew that?

Within a second, while looking at himself in the mirror and asking himself that question he suddenly had a huge realization.

His eyes got wider the more he thought about it but it made perfect sense. Well, lately nothing made sense but this did.

Namjoon said that he was the holder of a god's power. A god who'd been stripped from it and had to pass a "test".

Touching Yoongi made him feel 'complete'. It was a strong feeling that couldn't be put into words. So what if he was the god? 

Jimin quickly opened up the toilet seat and puked stomach acid. Hungover was a bitch, but it didn't compare to the feeling he had knowing that he attempted to kiss an ex god who probably hated him for taking his abilities.

Being attached to Yoongi was definitely the worst thing that had ever happened to him.