spellbound;
Being in BTS doesn’t allow them much time to find love.
However, Taehyung wants to — being a hopeless romantic. So Jeongguk takes it upon himself to buy his best friend a ‘love potion’... not expecting himself to be in the receiving end of the effect.
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- CANON COMPLIANT; SUPERNATURAL/FANTASY TWIST
- idk about smut but i’ll inform u l8r
- this is p unplanned so making a lot of it up as i go!
- TIME STAMPS ARENT IMPORTANT
- typos
- best friends to lovers
- yes there is angst
- be nice
this is a work of fiction! all characters written are a part of an alternative universe, one set in the plot of this story.
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“How’re you feeling?”
Jeongguk sits by him, Taehyung’s eyes wide and blinking up at the younger. He nods, yawning.
“Good. Do you need anything? Water?” The elder blinks again, eyes not leaving Jeongguk.
“Okay.” There’s a knock at the door and Jimin peeks his head in, glass of water in hand.
“I have to go. I’m late to the studio, but Jimin will stay with you, ok?”
“Let me know if he says anything Jimin.”
“Jeonggukkie..” l
There are arms round his waist, tight and desperate when Taehyung’s gaze hovers close.
“You look.. good.” the elder whispers, lips a little close. “And you smell nice, too.” he smiles, not with his lips but eyes — piercing into Jeongguk’s.
“You okay?” Jeongguk asks through light chuckling for what feels like the 59th time today.
“Better now.”
He’s pretty sure the elder is leaning in when Jeongguk moves with him, making him walk back and settle down on the edge of his bed.
Taehyung reads Jeongguk well, and vice versa — comes with having the most in common in the group.
Though, right now, Taehyung’s eyes seem out of himself. Thoughts seemingly beyond the norm.
Taehyung doesn’t answer immediately, smiling down at himself, gaze leaving Jeongguk for the first time in the last minutes.
“Perhaps...? I don’t know.” His voice is small and ... “Are you blushing?” Jeongguk questions in laughter.
“Stop, you’re making me feel all weird inside.”
Taehyung naturally burries his face in Jeongguk’s neck, something he’d do when cuddling. Except, looking at his best friend, the younger can tell Taehyung isn’t himself.
He anticipates what’s to come. The satisfying feeling of finishing a successful show and celebrating with the boys backstage amongst sweat and laughter is always Jeongguk’s favourite. However, he knows that is not what he and Taehyung would be walking into tonight.
Taehyung seems more than proud of himself when he waddles next to Jeongguk as they exit into their cars.
“You did so good today, Jeonggukkie. I love watching you perform, I get shivers.”
“Taehyung,” Jeongguk hums, tapping Taehyung’s shoulder gently not to startle him.
“Sleep,” he suggests, “You’re tired, worked hard today. Rest now.”
“Mmmh, fine.”
‘What have I done?’ he thinks to himself, mind unresolving, before he too dozes off.
“You okay? You feeling dizzy? Thirsty? Tell me what you need—”
“I’m fine, Guk. You can stop worrying for me. You’re cute.”
There it is, Jeongguk thinks. The crimson on Taehyung’s cheeks — the side smile as though he hadn’t just passed out 20 minutes ago.
And Jeongguk sees it once again, the out-of-character look lingering in Taehyung’s gaze; he’s still under the potion’s effect.
“Sorry, you really worried me... you just. like . collapsed after I...“
“Tae, do you remember what we were talking about?” he frowns in question, careful not to trigger any sort of effect all over again. “Like, before...”
“Not exactly.. Just you calling me handsome a whole bunch. Which was weird.” Something shifts in Taehyung but it’s barely noticeable.
“I suppose it’s not, though? I don’t know.”
“Where are you going??” Taehyung’s voice is small at Jeongguk standing up to step out.
“I have to just— check something. I’ll be back.”
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He holds a furious pace and though hot-headed, Jeongguk is fully aware of the scene he so carelessly caused when storming out of his car and into the hotel. Now pacing in the hallway outside of Taehyung’s door upon having, somehow, succeeded in dismissing the other members.
Somehow in the midst of the flaming hell burning in his mind he manages to quietly give himself some sort of peptalk.
“Ok” he exhales, knuckling at Taehyung’s door. “This has to work.”
Hair tossed and clothes too wide, face slightly swollen.
He’s been… crying?
The elder doesn’t answer, instead leaning forward and resting his forehead on what Jeongguk comes to learn is his tense shoulder.
It’s when they’re stood in the middle of the room and Jeongguk looks once more into Taehyung’s eyes that he sees another shift in character.
Perhaps, a look of bitterness?
He can’t put a finger on it, before the
“Taehyungie can I um—“ Jeongguk begins, clearing his throat as he realises the unsteadiness in his voice.
Taehyung looks at him expectant and the elder’s pupils seem to shrink, gaze tight when Jeongguk goes to speak again.
“Can I just, do something?” Probably not what he had actually wanted to say at first, but not half-bad.
Taehyung seems hesitant, and Jeongguk thinks he sees a hint of a frown that could easily be missed, before he nods.
Perhaps Taehyung coming to terms with the fact that he is, indeed, kissing Jeongguk — his best friend — and that he does /not/ love him that way. Perhaps an “awakening” so to speak.
Not a slight push out of impulse, not one of confusion nor curiousity, no. Anger blankets Taehyung’s eyes when he spits his words out, brows knitted.
“What the fuck, Guk?”
/His/ Taehyung.
Though he thinks that isn’t the reason it hurts so much.
But why is his chest tightening at the thought? Why does he feel his palms sweating and breath shortening at Taehyung not wanting to be kissed by him?
Mostly, why is it that, deep in there, Jeongguk suddenly doesn’t feel like himself?
The following morning Jeongguk wakes up convinced he’s on his deathbed. His ears are ringing at a ridiculous pitch, the hammering in his head seems to be never ending and he’s sure the sunlight burning through the window has temporarily blinded him.
“You two little bugs have been blacked out for way too long now. We have practice, c’mon.”
“You two”?
It’s then he notices a movement around him, the familiar scent of Taehyung’s favourite passion fruit body wash.
He looks down, one eye open at the arm around his torso.
Jeongguk isn’t hearing nor is he seeing things, Taehyung grunts, laying beside him — better yet, wrapped around him, and Jeongguk begins to wonder if last night had /actually/ happened or if it had perhaps been a terrible nightmare — he highly hopes for the latter.
Maybe Taehyung sleep-walked his way into Jeongguk’s room, he’s sure he remembers Yoongi tweeting something about Taehyung passing out beside him...
“Tae, how—how did you end up here?”
Taehyung gazes up, eyes heavy with sleep.
“Hello... are you.. okay?” The younger really isn’t sure how to bring up... whatever he wants to address first.
Taehyung only nods,
“I just came here in the middle of the night,” he shrugs—words drowsy, “missed you, so.”
Jeongguk is only spread with more confusion—the ringing in his ears beginning to disappear.
It couldn’t have been a dream... could it?
He flinches at the memory, the lingering feeling of Taehyung’s hands pressing against his chest as he stumbles back, It was real, has to have been.
He had texted the witch right after last night’s events, and if the texts are there, he’ll know if it truly happened.
Every single text from the previous night.
As if on cue, Taehyung sits up, opening his eyes that now look into Jeongguk’s and the younger sees it, the coated look of “magic” in the gaze.
Taehyung is still under the spell.
“When Taehyung comes and asks to stay the night in your room, remember what I first told you.”
“Mmm?” Jeongguk doesn’t realise he’s voiced his thoughts until Taehyung is leaning back down on his chest, chin propped onto his palm in question.
“Whatchu got there?” he asks, curious gaze on Jeongguk’s phonescreen.
“Why are you staring at a blank screen, Jeonggukkie?”
Practice goes by as usual, Taehyung taking some of the lead when he isn’t getting distracted by what Jeongguk assumes is his reflection in the mirror.
“Jeonggukkie is doing it perfectly!” the enchanted boy would snap at Hoseok when trying to correct the youngest.
Jeongguk clears his throat, shirt pulled back down.
“Let’s get a drink of water.”
105.
He’d decided he wasn’t going to ask for help, not rely on any of the hyungs to help him find a way to break Taehyung’s spell — not after talking to both Jimin and Namjoon and none of them really /helping/ much, feeling stupid for having to explain the craze.
“Taehyungie.” Jeongguk starts. His hands are holding Taehyung steady by the shoulders, eye contact sharply held as if he’s about to tell the elder the most important peace of information on the face of the earth.
“Listen to me carefully,” he says, taking a deep breath.
And Jeonggguk wants to crumble, scrunches his nose giggling at the wide-eyed boy in front of him.
“Taetae, no— listen.”
“Oh.”
“We are /best friends/, Tae.”
“Yes.” Taehyung nods in agreement, “is this where we confess?”
God, Jeongguk thinks, this is... not working. He’d thought earlier that the words would possibly spark something in the elder.
However, when Jeongguk looks at Taehyung, an expectant look in his distant glazed vision, he thinks instinctively that perhaps playing along may work /this time/.
“Yes. Yes, I am confessing, Tae.”
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It’s sometime in the A.M. and the members are each in their rooms packing for their break, having decided they’ll be heading out into some sort of cottage getaway, location picked out my Jimin and Namjoon.
“Jeongguk-ah, are you listening to me?”
No he is not.
“Yeah, sorry.” He clears his throat, ears heated. “What was it?”
“Can you pack my camera with yours?”
Jeongguk wants Taehyung.
But he doesn’t — except some alternative ego side of him seems to do. And the more he seems to interact with the elder, the more he thinks this new character of his will have the best of him and do something crazy.
But whatever Jeongguk is about to do gets cut short when Namjoon — thankfully — stops him in the hallway.
“Listen, you and Taehyung have to tell the others everything.”
“We will, Hyung.”
Of course, it’s inevitable. Jeongguk knows damn well that if it weren’t for him, they wouldn’t have been in this ridiculous situation.
“I mean now,” Namjoon presses on, his eyes now showcasing a new found panic
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Evidently, no amount of hoping and praying can possibly fix the situation the pair have put themselves in -- Jeongguk and Taehyung are well aware.
“Well, you see..” Taehyung breaks the deafening silence with a crack in his voice.
Jeongguk visibly flinches, taken aback by his own words, still getting accustomed to his own outbursts.
“Right, I’m not exactly following.” Yoongi voices in over tranquility.
Namjoon and Jimin stare the pair down, both expectant and encouraging, until sighs and scoffs float the room, and one by one, the three get up and make their way out, heads shaking.
It’s around 7 in the evening when they arrive at the set location at, the place is spacious, but cozy enough for the seven.
They set their baggage at the entrance, and though it’s a break, some staff are still around to film for future Bangtan Bombs as per usual.
“It goes as follows—” he reads out from the sheet given to them by the staff, and Jeongguk absentmindedly crosses his fingers.
“Jimin and Taehyung in room two, me and Jeongguk in room three.”
Jeongguk doesn’t know, his body doesn’t seem to care.
“Uh—Namjoon Hyungie.. said.. he—wants to room with you!”
Jeongguk stands tall and proud, chest perked. He’s not quite sure how convincing he looks, but he came up with something.
Jimin stays quiet, narrowing at the younger.
“Yeah.” And if the two notice the tremble in Jeongguk’s voice neither of them mention it.
Jimin perks a brow in question and Jeongguk thinks perhaps he’s not doing so bad.
“He’s shy!”
And perhaps Jeongguk should have thought this through when Jimin makes his way out.
“Shy? Namjoonie Hyung!”
“Namjoon hyung! Is it true you want to room with me?”
Shit.
It’s the sheer panic—or at least that’s what Jeongguk will eventually blame it on—but the younger resorts to using Namjoon and Jimin’s feelings for one another.
“JIMIN HAS A CRUSH ON YOU, HYUNG.”
Jeongguk hands fly to cover his mouth, big fucking mistake.
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