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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Character:
      Jeon_Jungkook, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Park_Jimin_(BTS), Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Kim
      Seokjin_|_Jin, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster
  Additional Tags:
      OT7, Platonic_Sex, Witch_AU, High_School_AU
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-03-11 Words: 7406
****** witch boys ******
by purpleho
Summary
     Jungkook joins a coven.
They run through the woods, leaves and other fallen underbrush crunching
underneath their feet. The almost pitch blackness of night engulfs them,
shrouds them in cover as they blindly dash towards The Circle. It’s all  so
exhilarating. The chill of the cold fall air, heavy with the scent of raw
nature. The stray branches and vines that scratch at their shins and faces,
almost as if trying to grab them and hold them back, to keep them away. But
they run on. Someone among the seven begins The Howling. Loud, guttural wails
tear through the the dull hum of night . And before long, they all follow suit.



Jungkook walks across the campus of Greenwich School for Boys with his head
down. He doesn’t want to be noticed, doesn’t want any confrontation this early
in the morning.
 
The usual chatter from other students making their way from the dorms to the
school’s main building buzzes around him and he does his best to hold down the
longing in his chest. That nagging feeling that he wants to be a part of the
giggles and jokes and horsing around. But he swallows it and walks faster, his
calves beginning to burn from straining his legs to increase speed.
 
Halfway across the quad he notices that he’s forgotten his uniform tie. He
clicks his tongue but keeps walking, deciding he’d rather get the warning
demerit that his floor’s prefect will have to sign because he was “out of
uniform” instead of a lashing for being late to class.
 
He’s almost there, almost to the the main building, when someone bumps into
him, hard.
 
He lurches forward, dropping the two textbooks and notebook he had tucked
against his chest onto the concrete walkway. Somehow he keeps his body from
tumbling forward after them.
 
The snickers come afterwards and he watches the white sneakers run past him. He
doesn’t even bother to look up to see who it was and silently picks up his
books to the sound of whispers and laughs that are clearly directed at him



They hate Jungkook. And for no reason really.
 
Well, there is a reason.
 
He’d transferred to Greenwich School for Boys halfway through the first
semester of his freshman year. He hadn’t wanted to go to a boarding school but
even after months of resistance his father all but dragged him to the school’s
secluded campus. Usually, prospective students had to take an entrance exam and
be accepted into the selective school. But due to his late enrollment, and
father’s money, Jungkook had to do no such thing.
That was the first reason. Rumors had probably traveled fast through the close
knit school community in no time. Students being allowed to enroll in a
semester that late was unheard of.
 
But the tip of the iceberg was that Jungkook got to board in a room on his own.
Another unheard of occurrence. There were usually  four students assigned to
one room, but of course, Jungkook got to be the exception.
 
Any of the students could put two and two together and see that Jungkook was
getting special treatment and may be getting it elsewhere as well.  And for
other kids who were just as rich as him, kids who weren’t used to having anyone
else above them, Jungkook became the enemy before he even attended his first
day of classes.



Jungkook eats lunch alone again, making his way out of the dining hall’s back
door with a sandwich and milk in his hand. There’s a grassy hill that he climbs
over and sits on halfway down the other side. He gets the perfect view of the
other half of the campus from there. He can see the sports fields and the
sports complex next to it across acres of rolling green grass. Everything is
surrounded by trees, an overgrown forest really, that probably extends for mile
after mile before reaching the closest highway or any other civilization.
 
He takes a bite of his sandwich when he notices them.
 
There’s a group of boys sitting in a circle a yard away from him on the slope
of the hill. From what he can see their eyes are closed and they’re holding
hands. He vaguely wonders if they’re praying or something.
 
He recognizes one of the boys, Kim Taehyung, he thinks. He was a popular junior
that helped when the lower classes had chemistry labs. He was very smart,
handsome too,  and it was almost weird that someone like him hadn’t skipped a
grade or graduated early. But maybe he liked being here, being at the top of
the food chain. College would be different.
 
There’s something about them that entrances Jungkook. The way their mouths move
in silent chant, their hands intertwined in a way that seemed almost intimate,
fingers interlaced in a way that Jungkook wonders whether or not is really the
normal way to pray with others.
 
He tears his eyes away from them after a moment, doesn't want to get caught
staring at them. He knows word of him has to have gotten to upperclassmen. They
probably know who he is, they’ll probably rough him up if they notice him, or
ignore him completely. He hopes for the later.


He continues munching on his lunch and a breeze starts to blow. It’s such a
nice day for the beginning of fall and the warm sun on his skin makes him feel
warm and fuzzy. He watches the soccer field as a gym class, probably of seniors
or juniors since they have a different lunch period, filed out of the sports
complex building.
 
Then Jungkook realizes something. Seniors and juniors had a different lunch
period. So why were  junior  Kim Taehyung and his clearly upperclassmen crew
hanging out outside when they had class.
 
Jungkook’s head whips over to the group and he immediately realizes that was a
mistake.
 
They’re all staring at him.
 
Their closed circle had now turned into a semi circle as the boy’s who
previously had their back to him are now turned around, looking. Their fingers
are no longer intertwined.
 
Jungkook feels a chill run up his spine and his blood runs cold when one of
them stands and begins to walk towards him.
 
He’s a pale boy, dark hair falling into his eyes. Nothing about his build is
scary necessarily, he actually looks quite fragile, his face boyishly cute. But
Jungkook is almost sure he’s in for a beating by the way the boy’s stoic face
twitches into an odd, lopsided smirk. What scares Jungkook is how  evil  the
older boy looks.  It’s a glimpse at an evil that Jungkook has never seen in a
teen before.  Even the kids who push him around  and exile him are never  this
pure evil.
 
The other boy stops when he’s a foot away from Jungkook. The corners of his
mouth are twitching so oddly and Jungkook feels like he should run. But he
can’t. He’s scared shitless and half of his brain just isn’t working and he
just can’t move.
 
“What are you doing out here, kiddo?” says a gruff, deep, grinding voice.
 
It takes Jungkook a second to realize that this voice is coming from the pale
boy standing before him. Jungkook shivers uncontrollably and averts his gaze
from that almost animalistic smirk.
 
“Fuck, Yoongi, don’t scare him!”
 
Jungkook’s head snaps over and he sees Taehyung running towards them.
 
Taehyung wraps his arms around Yoongi’s shoulders intimately. Almost too
intimately. The way he towers over this “Yoongi” is almost funny. Almost.
 
Taehyung is like a ball of sunshine, smile wide and bright. It’s why he’s so
popular. He’s gorgeous, stunning in a way a boy his age shouldn’t be. It’s a
beauty that looks like it took centuries to mature.  He almost isn’t real.
Shouldn’t be.
 
But here Kim Taehyung is, very real, and very close to Jungkook. More than half
the school would die to be this close to Kim Taehyung.
 
“Your wolf feels it too, huh?” Taehyung whispers in Yoongi’s ear before kissing
it.
 
Jungkook blushes. He feels like he shouldn’t be seeing this. He shouldn’t be
hearing this, and Taehyung acts like he doesn’t know Jungkook could hear his
little “whisper” loud and clear from his spot on the ground. But above
embarrassed, Jungkook is just very confused.
 
Taehyung untangles himself from Yoongi and moves around him. And then he smirks
at Jungkook.
 
It’s even more evil than Yoongi’s smirk and Jungkook thinks he’s going to burst
into tears. His last shred of hope of Kim Taehyung being different goes up in
flames and his eyes water, tears threatening to spill. They’re going to beat
him up for sure.
 
But then Taehyung seems to notice the effect he’s having on Jungkook and the
smirk slips off of his face. His eyes widen in a comical way and  his  mouth
hangs open dumbly.
 
“Oh my god, you can see it, can’t you?”
 
Yoongi, who’s standing slightly behind Taehyung seems to have a look of
realization on his face that bewilders Jungkook even more.
 
“S-see what?” Jungkook sniffles. He wishes they would just get on with whatever
beating they’re going to give him so he doesn’t end up being too late to his
next class.
 
There’s a moment of silence, a powerful gust of wind whips past them and
Jungkook feels like he’s floating for a second. He doesn’t feel like he’s
touching the ground when Taehyung says it.
 
“The evil.”
 
Jungkook feels himself metaphorically crash back down.
 
And he’s scared. Very scared.
 
Are these boys psychopaths? Liars who hide behind fake images of themselves?
Will they hurt Jungkook even more for seeing through it?
 
But then Jungkook’s thoughts are cut short by Taehyung laughing giddily.
 
“You can! You can see it!” giggles out, “I knew it was you. We knew it would be
you.”
 
Taehyung falls to his knees and hugs Jungkook. Hugs the shit out of him. He
smells like honey and incense and Jungkook feels so overwhelmed. He’s puzzled
as hell, but oddly happy. This is the most social interaction he’s had so far
in this damn school and Kim Taehyung is hugging him tight like they’ve been
friends for years. Jungkook hugs him back before the older boy pulls back and
shoots a toothy grin at him, this one far less “evil”.
 
“Jeon Jungkook, freshman, 16 years old. We’ve heard all about you. You’ve been
ostracized since the day you walked into this damn school. Bullied too. It’s so
nice to finally meet you.”
 
Jungkook glances over Taehyung’s head and sees that the other four boys are now
standing behind Yoongi. They’re all far less menacing than the short pale boy.
 
Taehyung pats Jungkook’s head gently. It feels nice.
 
“We were just like you, you know. Bullied, ostracized, tormented.” Taehyung
coos in Jungkook’s ear.
 
“No way!” Jungkook says a little too loudly, and they all laugh at him. He
shies into Taehyung’s touch.
 
“Yep. I was a fat little fuck,” Taehyung says with this weirdly reminiscent
smile on his face, “Greasy hair, greasy, pimply face and all. They treated me
like a punching bag.”
 
Jungkook can’t believe it.  The  Kim Taehyung was actually an awkward bullied
teen just like himself? Something like happiness bubbles up in Jungkook’s
stomach. He feels like he belongs. He feels like they’ll help him.
 
“How did you change?” Jungkook asks excitedly, eyes darting between Taehyung’s
gorgeous face and the mixed reactions of the other boys who weren’t too far
from them.
 
Some look uncomfortable, unsure even, while some look just plain wicked. This
edges Jungkook’s excitement just a bit. He still doesn’t get what their
intentions are, approaching him like this. He’s beginning to feel scared again,
tensing at the feeling of Taehyung’s fingernails scratching his scalp.
 
“Well, we changed ourselves, of course,” Taehyung whispers almost menacingly,
that evil smirk, crooked, almost ugly, cracking his pretty little face again
“and we got rid of the people who did it to us.”
 
Jungkook shivers.   
 
He wonders if this is what making a deal with the devil feels like.
 
“H-how,” he whispers back. Though he’s frightened, he wonders briefly if things
would really be better if he  followed Taehyung and his crew. If he took
whatever path they had. He  was  quite miserable. And no amount of waiting for
high school to end would make that better. His home life was in shambles too.
Maybe he was meant to take this easy way out. Maybe it was destiny.
 
“With potions and spells,  of course. ”
 
There’s a silence after that. A thick silence that makes Jungkook’s ears ring.
For a split second he thinks this was all a joke. They were toying with him all
along, but the looks on their faces tell him otherwise. Kim Taehyung is very
serious and something about it makes Jungkook’s gullible mind believes it.


“We’re witches, Jungkook. And you’re one too.”




The next day feels so surreal to Jungkook. He’s halfway to the main school
building when an arm wraps around his shoulder. He tenses up for a second but
then the smell of burning honey infiltrates his nostrils and that’s all he
needs to know it’s Taehyung.
 
People are staring already.
 
“‘Morning sunshine,” Taehyung sing songs, louder than he has to. It’s almost
like he’s doing it on purpose, for Jungkook, and a smile spreads across
Jungkook’s faces as he wraps his own arm around Taehyung’s waist.
 
“‘Morning,” Jungkook replies .
 
Soon, Yoongi has caught up and is walking beside them, talking to Taehyung over
Jungkook’s head about some calculus problem he couldn’t solve. Jungkook feels
comfy.
 
The stares on him are so different now. They’re filled with jealousy and shock.
Jungkook almost wants to laugh. They deserved it for what they did to him.
 
When the trio finally makes it into the main building, Jungkook has to part
ways with the older boys.
 
Taehyung pecks Jungkook’s temple quickly before mumbling, “Meet us at the same
place as yesterday, I want to formally introduce you to the rest of the coven.”
 
Jungkook nods vigorously and with a wave from Yoongi and the almost burning
spot on his forehead from Taehyung’s  kiss, Jungkook makes his way to class.
 
The word coven roles around in his head for a bit. He felt giddy and excited.
He was going to be one of them. He was still pretty skeptical that he was even
a witch, he’d never had powers or anything, otherwise he would have used them
long ago. But the fact that they’re already so nice to him without even
checking if he’s really special makes him happy and hopeful. He’ll finally have
friends.
 
No one bothers Jungkook all day, likely because his connection with Taehyung
and his friends has spread..
 
Jungkook walks with his head held high for the first time in a while.



Lunch couldn’t have come sooner. Jungkook slips out of the back dining hall
door as usual, only with a honey bun this time since the giddiness has overcome
most of his hunger.  
 
He all but runs up the hill and when he’s on the other side they’re there, just
as promised.
 
Most of them are sprawled out across the grass and it’s damn near one of the
most beautiful things Jungkook’s ever seen. They’ve got tiny flowers in their
hair, uniform blazers tossed to the side and barefoot. Two of them are dancing
around in circles giggling while the others are soaking up the heat of the sun,
limbs throws over each other.
 
Taehyung is the first to notice Jungkook. He stops dancing and grins, beckoning
Jungkook over.
 
Jungkook walks over and joins them, fitting neatly into Taehyung’s outstretched
arm as the older wraps him in a one armed embrace.
 
“Everyone, as you all know, this is Jungkook, our newbie!”
 
Jungkook bows his head shyly towards the boys. They welcome him with hand
clapping and a few shout of approval. He’s nervous but the warm welcome makes
him feel good.
 
The introductions are short and sweet. There’s Seokjin, and Namjoon, who are
seniors like Yoongi, and then Jimin and Hoseok who are juniors like Taehyung.
 
They're an odd bunch at first glance. All very different visually and
personality wise from what little Jungkook has seen of them, but somehow they
fit together perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle. There’s this electric
chemistry that makes Jungkook stare in wonder. There’s a thin line between
lovers and friends and all six of them are dancing bravely on it.
After the introductions Jungkook finds himself sitting snug between Jimin and
Taehyung, half in both of their laps as they play with his hair and dote on
him. He can’t help but get butterflies in his stomach as they giggle in his
ears.
 
Minutes pass in a peaceful haze of pure joy before Yoongi brings them back to
reality.
 
“So, are we going to explain it to him, then?” His gruff voice says, cutting
through the childish giggles.
 
Jungkook hears the collective sigh that the group lets out. A tone of
seriousness suddenly clouding over them.
 
“You’re the oldest, Tae. Go on,” Seokjin says.
 
Jungkook feels his confusion rising again, swirling around his brain as he
struggles to form a reasonable conclusion. Was Taehyung held back a grade or
something?
 
“No I’m not!” Taehyung whines petulantly, voice rising in pitch, “Haven’t we
decided not to go by our years alive? I hate it when you forget that.”
 
Jungkook looks between the two, Taehyung’s fakeish pout, Seokjin’s resistance
and want to argue fading quickly into thin air.
 
“Fine, then,” Seokjin says, giving in to Taehyung so easily.
 
He looks at Jungkook then, eyes seemingly cloudy as they reflect the sky so
perfectly. The seriousness of it all is making Jungkook nervous. He want to
blurt out that he doesn’t think he’s a witch but he doesn’t want to anger them
when they’re serious like this. He’s never seen them serious like this in the
few hours he’s known them for.
 
“Welcome to our coven, Jungkook,” Seokjin starts, smiling at him, really
smiling at him, “our name is  lupus filios , wolf children, and we were founded
about five hundred years ago, was it? By Taehyung.”
 
 “Five hundred and thirty years ago to be exact,” Taehyung butts in, looking
proud of himself.
 
Jungkook doesn’t feel shocked necessarily, he’d thought, assumed, immortality
and witches went hand and hand. But something about hearing it said out loud
makes a bit of doubt seep into him. Was he being gullible? Being made a fool
of? He couldn’t help but feel that way just a smidge. But he  wants  to
believe. He  wants  it to be real
 
“We serve a goddess, our  matrem omnium ,  animāta . She is the sole source of
all of our power. Once we officially hold The Ceremony, you will have that
power too. Her spirit is that of a wolf, so once you have her blessing, you’ll
gain a sort of wolf counterpart.”
 
“You guys are werewolves too?” Jungkook asks incredulously, eyebrows furrowing.
 
They all laugh at him.
 
“No, no,” Seokjin says softly, “we do not transform into wolves. It’s all a
spiritual thing. You’ll just feel it inside of you.  Animāta’s  spirit essence
will be inside of you.”
 
Jungkook doesn’t quite now what to think of that, what to think of any of it.
 
“So I’ll only get powers after you guys officially make me a part of the grou-
coven?”
 
Seokjin nods, but then Yoongi speaks up.
 
“There’s something you have to understand, Jungkook.  You  will not have any
powers. What makes us witches is the ability to harness the power of a
supernatural being, or in our terms, a goddess. What makes us a coven is the
fact that we’re all spiritually compatible with the same goddess. This isn’t
some movie. You won’t have a magic wand and be able to do whatever you please.
When we carry out a spell, we all have to do it together. We have to make a
sacrifice, whether it be blood or innocence, and nothing will come to fruition
immediately. We must worship our goddess wholly and do everything and anything
to keep her happy and satisfied and in return, we gain her immortality. You
must understand that.”
 
Something about that makes it all click for Jungkook. He nods in understanding.
 
“Geez, why didn’t you just explain everything, then,” Seokjin mumbles,
playfully annoyed.
 
They stick their tongues out at each other and banter childishly and then
everything falls right back into the previous pure goofiness that the serious
atmosphere had previously taken away.  
 
Amidst  the laughing and joking, Jungkook asks Taehyung, “So, when is my
induction ceremony or whatever?”
 
Taehyung stops fooling around with Jimin and gives Jungkook his full attention.
 
“Next Wednesday. It’s the full moon. You’re a bit premature, but holding The
Ceremony shouldn’t be a problem. Your spirit is quite strong considering the
circumstances.”
 
“Premature?” Jungkook asks in disbelief, “What is that supposed to mean?”
 
Jimin, who is still to the left of Jungkook, giggles girlishly. It’s a giggle
that puts school girls to shame and Jungkook’s heart flutters just a bit as he
turns his head towards Jimin, pulled in by his gravity.
 
“You weren’t supposed to show up for another seventy years,” Jimin whispers
lowly, a certain childishness, a certain teasing hanging low in his tone.
 
Jungkook thinks he quite likes Jimin. His brain can barely work up the energy
to be confused or offended. But somehow, despite Jimin’s sweet, hypnotizing
smell that has Jungkook thinking  ah, this is what a witch is , his questioning
nature stays front and center in the little bit of awareness he has left.
 
“What do you mean seventy years??” He says back in a loud, drowsy whisper.
 
He feels Jimin’s tiny hand patting the back of his head suddenly, even though
he hadn’t seen the other move even an inch. His eyes feel heavy but he knows
it’s no time to fall asleep.
 
“A new member was prophesized to join our coven every 100 years. It was a
divine vision given to Taehyung and I by  animāta  . We stated it all. Found
each other and discovered our calling to harness  animāta’s  power .  A hundred
years after that, we found Yoongi, then a hundred years after that it was
Seokjin, and so forth and so on. But you, you’ve broken the prophecy. You’re
here early and yet  animāta  is not unsettled. She remains content.”
 
Jimin speaks like a lullaby and Jungkook is completely entranced. Entranced in
a way Taehyung could never hold him.
 
“T-then how can you be so sure i’m really meant to be a witch.”
 
“Oh Jungkook,” Taehyung says now, deeper voice infiltrating his brain through
his other ear, “there’s no doubt that it’s you. Our wolves are drawn to you,
animāta’s  spirit is drawn to you. Jimin and I especially have felt it four
times already with the others. You’re meant to be with us. You are.”
 
Jungkook smiles as the two older boys pet his head gently. Clouds roll across
the sky and the sound of the others bantering mindlessly wafts over to them.
Jungkook’s never felt so content before. Everything is so beautiful and simple
and he’s happy.
 
A few minutes later the bell signaling that lunch is over sounds loud and clear
from the other side of the hill. Jungkook sighs, hundreds of questions still on
his lips, but he bids the boys farewell and makes his way to his next class,
suddenly feeling lighter.




The next day during break Jungkook finds himself pushed up against the bathroom
wall by a gang of his classmates. Jaebum has his forearm pressed tight against
Jungkook’s trachea and he squirms to get free to no avail.
 
“Who the hell do you think you are, getting close to Kim Taehyung?” Jaebum
says, trying to be menacing, but Jungkook’s seen true evil now. This child’s
play doesn’t scare him in the slightest.
 
 “Who are you, then?” Jungkook says back because he’d really like to know.
 
A slap lands  on his face and he hardly flinches. His father had done worse.
 
“Fuck, he’s brave now, is he?” Jaebum says spitefully, his little gang egging
him on and backing him up.
 
The curse word sounds strange on his lips, forced, like he’s showing off, and
Jungkook wants to snicker but the sting on his cheek makes him wince into a
grimace.
 
It’s almost odd how much one day of being with the coven had changed Jungkook
so drastically. Maybe it was the fact that he knew things would be different.
He’d be able to change himself and use spells and magic to flip the whole
school hierarchy on it’s damn head. There was no use in being scared or
intimidated by Jaebum, or any of these pricks for that matter. He was better
than them already. He’d be visibly better than them in no time. He’d be like
Taehyung.
 
Jungkook finds himself laughing hysterically suddenly. He laughs loud and from
his gut because it really is funny. How pathetic they all are.
 
They stare at him like he’s a madman and maybe he really is.
 
Next thing he knows Jaebum has punched him in the face but he doesn’t stop
laughing. He only laughs louder, even though he’s all bloodied now. He can’t
help himself because they all have no idea. They have no idea who exactly
they’re messing with, what exactly they’re messing with. Jungkook would pity
them if it wasn’t so hysterical.
 
They all stare at him in fear.
 
“Fucking creep,” Jaebum says gluping down the visible display of terror that
wants to dance across his face before turning away and gesturing for the other
boys to follow him.
 
Jungkook wipes his nose and his hardy laugh boils down to giggles.





“Who did that to you?” Taehyung says at lunch, his voice deep, angry, his face
slipping into a wolfish snarl that looks cute to Jungkook for some reason even
though just two days ago it would have scared him immensely.
 
He’s a bit surprised they could even tell someone had done something to him.
After his run in with Jaebum and his minions earlier, Jungkook had cleaned
himself up in the nurse's office, claiming he got elbowed in the face during
gym, and changed into a spare uniform.
 
“You guys can tell?”
 
“Of course we can tell Jungkook,” Hoseok says. His eyebrows are furrowed deeply
and though Jungkook hasn’t talked to him much yet, he looks as worried as he
might over a brother and something about that gives Jungkook the fuzzies for
the millionth time since he’s met these boys.
 
“Tell us who it was, we’ll use them as a sacrifice for The Ceremony,”  Taehyung
is growling again and Jungkook realizes just how angry he is in that instance.
 
Jungkook looks around at the others, their faces of anger and concern make him
feel safe for some reason.
 
“Guys, really, it’s fine- wait, what do you mean sacrifice?”
 
He vaguely remembered talk of sacrifices, blood sacrifices, but he’d thought
they’d meant their own blood. And he hadn’t thought they’d need to sacrifice
anything during only his induction ceremony.
 
Taehyung sighs, realizing they still had so much more to explain to the newbie.
His anger simmers down to a glower of annoyance.
 
He begins to explain to Jungkook, “Anytime we are in  animāta’s  presence, any
time we awaken her rest, we must prepare a sacrifice to appease her. Usually we
would sacrifice your innocence but if-”
 
“My  innocence ?” Jungkook says, cutting him off.
 
Taehyung sighs again and looks around at the others, begging for someone to
help.
 
“Your virginity, Jungkook,” Namjoon says. It’s the first time he’s spoken to
Jungkook directly. He says it so matter-of-factly that Jungkook almost doesn’t
even realize what he’s said.
 
“My  what ??”
 
A few glances are thrown back and forth between the other's, like they’re
having a silent conversation and Jungkook feels so worked up all of a sudden.
He’d never known that was a part of the deal. He’d be offended that not one of
them decided to tell him this if it wasn’t for the pure shock and disbelief
that was coursing through his veins
 
“What, do you not wanna?” Jimin asks, moving closer to Jungkook.
 
He’s doing a cute baby thing with his voice on purpose, pouty and just plain
adorable, and he’s damn good at it.
 
“It’ll help us get closer, we all did it,” Jimin says lowly in his ear.
 
Jungkook feels a hot blush creep up his cheeks. The idea of that type of
intimacy with any of the others oddly excites him.
 
“You’ll have to pick one of us. Only one. Not until The Ceremony though of
course, and the rest of us will just help out and watch mostly,” Seokjin is
suddenly droning on from the side.
 
Jungkook’s head is all cloudy with a haze of embarrassment and he only really
catches half of what Seokjin is saying.  The rest blows away into the slight
breeze.
 
Jungkook fidgets and squirms and then suddenly the attention is off of him and
they’re bantering among themselves again, bickering and teasing.
 
Jungkook sighs in relief and falls into his own thoughts until he feels
Taehyung and Jimin’s hands sliding up his back. They’re on either side of him,
trapping him like prey and he shivers, partly from the chilling wind and partly
from their overbearing presence.
 
“You don’t have to tell us who did it now, but if you want we can  take care
of them after The Ceremony,” Taehyung says nonchalantly with a wink.
 
“I-I don’t want to kill anyone, not here a least, wouldn’t it be too obvious
anyway?”
 
They laugh at him. He blanches. Why are they always laughing at him?
 
“Our dearest Kook, no one will ever know if we kill someone,” Taehyung starts.
 
Jimin finishes, “ A simple memory erasure spell is all it takes to cut someone
out of the picture completely. We can dispose of anyone however we please and
re-write everyone’s memories accordingly.”
 
“We  are  witches, Jungkook.”they say in unison and it’s Jungkook’s turn to
laugh, though maybe he should be a bit frightened.
 
They’re like twins almost.
 
They break out into a fit of giggles together and Jungkook almost forgets about
the whole virginity thing until Yoongi wanders over to them and has his usual
effect of completely changing the atmosphere.
 
“You should choose me, Jungkook,” Yoongi says forwardly, and it takes Jungkook
a second to realize what he means, but when he does get it, he feels his face
heating up again.
 
“Oooooh,” Taehyung coos playfully, “does Min Yoongi have a crush on our little
Kook?”
 
Jungkook knows he must be as red as a tomato. He trails his eyes over Yoongi’s
face but doesn’t find much but that subtle caring stare of his. But that’s
enough for Jungkook.
 
“You know I’m the most experienced, Taehyung. I took everyone’s except yours,
Jimin’s and my own.”
 
Jungkook’s eyes widen at that. And the way Yoongi says it, not like he’s trying
to brag or show off but just stating facts, just trying to help, it really
comforts Jungkook.
 
“Okay,” Jungkook whispers smally, almost unnoticed, but Min Yoongi notices
everything.
 
“Okay,” Yoongi repeats, giving Jungkook a solemn nod and then  stalks off.
 
There’s a moment of stillness and then Taehyung and Jimin bust into their usual
fit of laughter, making Jungkook giddy too because their happiness, their
playfulness, it’s damn near contagious.
 
“But I wanted to take it from you, Jungkook~” Taehyung teases, back hugging
him, pulling him closely with a determined fondness.
 
Something about the phrase, “take it from you,” the innocence of it makes
Jungkook feel alive, feel immortal even though he isn’t. Yet. It’s so simple,
it puts no pressure on him, and an reassurance he needed is in that phrase. The
blissful comfort of that phrase.




The night of The Ceremony comes quicker than Jungkook expected. He’d wanted to
get a bit of rest since they weren’t going to sneak out of the dorms until
midnight but excitement was rolling around in his stomach like a pinball in a
pinball machine and he couldn’t even bring himself to close his eyes.
 
He watches the digital clock on his night stand as it  changes to 12:00 am on
the dot and he’s about to get out of bed when the door to his room swishes
open.
 
Yoongi is standing there, face illuminated by the moonlight trickling through
the cracks in the blinds on Jungkook’s window. He’s glowing almost, porcelain
skin reflecting the bluish light. Jungkook holds his breath.
 
“Come on, we haven’t got all night,” Yoongi whispers, outstretching his left
hand towards Jungkook.
Jungkook nods stupidly and takes Yoongi’s hand. The walk briskly and silently
through the halls of the dorm and Jungkook is just burning to ask where the
others are but he holds his tongue.
 
They come to the back door of the dorm and Yoongi holds the handle for a second
before the door clicks unlocked. Like magic.
 
They’re outside then and Jungkook notices the others immediately. Their heads
are all turned up, facing the moon which hangs full and round in the sky. They
don’t notice Yoongi and Jungkook approaching, fingers still intertwined, until
Yoongi clears his throat loudly.
 
They break out of their trance and there’s a moment of absolute stillness where
Jungkook almost thinks time has frozen. But Taehyung breaks out into a devious
grin and soon the others follow.
 
“You have to run, Jungkook, you have to run as fast as you can. All
preparations are complete. All that’s left is The Howling. We must call for
animāta  at the top of our lungs. We must awaken her,” Taehyung says.
 
It sounds like an excerpt from a poem and Jungkook nods excitedly, squeezing
Yoongi’s hand tightly in determination and then letting it go.
 
And without even needing any sort of cue really, they all start running.
 
They run through the woods, leaves and other fallen underbrush crunching
underneath their feet. The almost pitch blackness of night engulfs them,
shrouds them in cover as they blindly dash towards The Circle. It’s
exhilarating. The chill of the cold fall air, heavy with the scent of raw
nature. The stray branches and vines that scratch at their shins and faces,
almost as if trying to grab them and hold them back, to keep them away. But
they run on. Someone among the seven begins The Howling. Loud, guttural wails
tear through the the dull hum of night. And before long, they all follow suit.
 
Jungkook feels it then, as he’s using everything he has to howl at the moon. He
feels the presence of something else, something greater. It swirls around him
in a thick, clear fog and he howls even louder.
 
Suddenly two hands are grabbing at his arms, pulling him to somewhere he can’t
really see. He knows one had is Jimin’s by it’s size and figures the other one
must be Yoongi’s. Only Yoongi’s hand could be that cold.
 
He notices the candles then, they’re placed in a large circle in the middle of
what looks to be a pentagram made of rocks. It’s huge. Had to have taken
forever to complete perfectly like that.
 
Jungkook is being led to the circle of candles.
 
He can’t see very far, all he can make out is the stone pentagram, the candles
in the center and the dirt ground.
 
Jimin’s hand slips away and then it’s just him and Yoongi.
 
“Watch your step,” Yoongi whispers, helping Jungkook over the candles and into
the middle of The Circle.
 
They stand there for a second, not awkwardly, but just comfortably, and then
Yoongi says it.
 
“Take your clothes off.”
 
Jungkook almost wants to feel embarrassed by that but he doesn’t. He really
doesn’t. He trusts Yoongi. He trusts all of them really, and this is just the
last step to joining them.
 
He nods and does as he’s told and Yoongi strips too.
 
Jungkook feels himself flush, the chill of the night air making the heat of his
chest all the more noticeable.
 
He hesitates when he reaches his underwear, but takes a deep breath and quickly
removes them, holding the balled up piece of clothing in front of his crotch
 
His eyes find their way to Yoongi, wandering across the white expanse of
Yoongi’s pale skin. It’s like a winter landscape almost, smooth and subtly
sparkly like snow. His dick hangs heavy between his legs and Jungkook feels his
heartbeat quicken. Yoongi is hot.
 
Their eyes meet and Jungkook can’t look away even though he wants to. Yoongi’s
holding out a hand and Jungkook timidly hands over his clothes. He hands them
to one of the others outside of the circle before returning his attention to
Jungkook.
 
They stand there for a moment in silence apart from the rustle of leaves in the
forest among them.
 
“It’s going to hurt and I just want to say I’m sorry for that. It has to be
painful. I’m sorry.”
 
Jungkook just nods a Yoongi’s words. He feels hypnotized by the atmosphere.
Nothing could make him feel any less exhilarated. Absolutely nothing.
 
Yoongi walks towards him, slowly, so slow that if feel like slow motion as
wraps a hand around the back of Jungkook’s neck and pulls him into a kiss.
 
Jungkook’s never kissed anyone before. So this is new. He pliantly opens his
mouth and lets Yoongi do everything. Anything he wants. There’s tongue and when
Jungkook starts to awkwardly move his mouth along with Yoongi’s there’s sparks.
It feels good. Yoongi tastes good and smells like clean sheets and the
simplicity of it all is pure bliss.  
 
Yoongi’s grip on the back of Jungkook’s neck tightens and Jungkook feels light
headed for a moment. Then Yoongi is pulling away and pushing Jungkook onto his
knees.
 
The dirt of the forest floor is somewhat sticky beneath Jungkook’s knees, like
the top layer of dead foliage on the ground was scraped away leaving nothing
but soil. It’s oddly comfortable.
 
Jungkook looks up at Yoongi, knowing full well what he’s meant to do.
 
Yoongi’s already half hard, dick twitching up into Jungkook’s line of sight,
probably mostly from the chill of the air.
 
“Use a lot of spit, it’s all the lube you’ll get,” Yoongi whispers. And
Jungkook knows it’s not meant to be hot or dirty talk, but something about it
makes Jungkook’s stomach turn in arousal.
 
Jungkook nods before timidly licking at Yoongi’s hardness.
 
He uses spit, as Yoongi had told him, making Yoongi’s dick as wet and sticky as
possible. He takes Yoongi’s length into his mouth as far as he can and let’s
himself gag around the head a bit, even though his eyes begin to tear up. Drool
dribbles down his chin, but he lets it.
 
Yoongi moans, low and long, but he stops Jungkook before he comes.
 
“Lay down,” he says with a hand caressing Jungkook’s face, fingertips sliding
up over Jungkook’s cheek and lightly pushing his head back by his forehead.
 
Jungkook complies.
 
He notices Taehyung and Jimin holding hands in the dark just outside of The
Circle. Their toothy smiles glint in the moonlight, white teeth illuminated. It
would be creepy, those cheshire like grins floating in the air, if Jungkook
didn’t know them.
Jungkook lies flat on his back, the ground hard against his spine. He wriggles
a bit to get comfortable.
 
Yoongi kneels in front of him, face catching lighting from the candles, lips
curled into a fond smile that makes Jungkook’s heart flutter.
 
Everything feels so natural and earthy, like Jungkook is about to lose his
virginity to mother nature herself and maybe that’s the whole point of The
Ceremony. Maybe.
 
Yoongi gently places his hands on Jungkook’s thighs and it’s like a jolt of
electricity courses through him. His insides are ablaze with nervous energy and
embarrassment, but it feels so good, in a masochistic sort of way.
 
Yoongi leans down and peppers kisses across Jungkook’s chest leaving a burning
trail of heat blooming in each spot and then he’s pushing gently, aligning his
dick with Jungkook’s asshole. The tip is slowly breaching the ring of muscle
and it hurts.
 
It hurts like hell.
 
“Jungkook, relax,” Yoongi says softly, nose nuzzled against Jungkook’s collar
bone.
 
Jungkook feels tears streaming hot down his face as Yoongi continues to push
himself in, centimeter by centimeter.
 
“H-hurts,” Jungkook whimpers out into the nothingness of the night.
 
But Yoongi doesn’t stop. He doesn’t stop until he’s bottomed out inside of
Jungkook. It feels like Jungkook’s asshole is going to rip but he swallows down
the sobs that want to tear out of his throat and takes deep breaths.
 
Yoongi doesn’t move. He stays like that, completely buried inside of Jungkook,
for seconds that seem like forever.
 
Jungkook squeezes his eyes tight, his hole pulsing in little jolts of pain from
the stretch.
 
“Jungkook, welcome,” Yoongi says, voice swirling around in the silence.
 
Jungkook almost wants to laugh, might have laughed if it wasn’t for the sudden
feeling of multiple sets of hands sweeping over his torso, grabbing, rubbing
pinching.
 
He gasps, the sudden stimulation jolting his dick to life and calloused
fingertips sweep across his nipples.
 
“Jungkook,” multiple voices whisper at once and Jungkook shivers.
 
Yoongi starts to thrust in that exact moment, the stretch of his dick makes
Jungkook tense up, shockwaves of pure electricity shoot through his body, his
brain doesn’t know what to focus on when his head is lifted off of the ground
and shifted into someone’s lap.
 
There’s a hand on his cock then and Jungkook is nearly bouncing up and down
with each of Yoongi’s thrusts into him and each tweak of a nipple and each
twist of a wrist around his own dick.
 
He’s whimpers and moans and sobs and everything in between and it’s all so
much.
 
Then he feels it. The presence of something in the air, something different,
looming over all of them. It makes him squirm and the pit of his stomach begins
to gurgle. His mouth falls open, jaw slack, when a hand curls under his chin,
slender fingers digging into his cheeks and holding his mouth wide open.
 
Jungkook’s eyes slide open and he sees Taehyung over him, smiling that evil
little smile of his. He’s holding something, a glass jar of a luminescent blue
liquid.
 
“Open wide for me, Jungkook,” Taehyung whispers.
 
Jungkook lets his eyes close again and then Taehyung shoves the jar’s opening
against his lips and pours the liquid down Jungkook’s throat.
 
It’s hot, burning hot, and Jungkook feels like he’s on fire. Something is in
him. Something is sliding down his throat into his stomach and seeping into his
bloodstream. Something.
 
He screams, loud, and he thinks his vocal cords are going to be fried for life
from it. But he can barely think anything. It’s a burning pain like something
is trying to destroy his body from the inside out.
 
He cums then, hard into the hands of someone he hasn’t identified, with
Taehyung petting his head as it rolls around in the older’s lap.
 
And as fast as it came, the pain subsides and Jungkook feels hollow. Completely
and utterly hollow.
 
There’s a second of silence before  it  enters him, before she hits him like a
truck.
 
Animāta  swoops into his still open mouth and fills him with her spirit. It’s a
sudden surge of everything and nothing at all. His body shakes hard, and he
feels six sets of hand holding him tight, keeping him from rolling away into
the dark.
 
He hardly notices that Yoongi has pulled out. Hardly notices that Taehyung has
a hard grip on his jaw, keeping him from opening his mouth so that the spirit
stays.
 
It swirls inside of him for what feels like an hour before he’s left with
nothing but the glow of a distant power in his veins.  
 
He pants, a sheen of sweat glossing over his entire body.
 
The others pile on top of him, showering him in kisses as he stares up at the
moon from between the leaves of the tree towering over him.
 
“You’re one of us now,” Jimin whispers in his left ear, the happiness in his
voice warming Jungkook’s very soul.
 
Jungkook smiles, and he knows he probably looks just plain wicked.


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