They say there are accidents that are fortunate. Jimin feels doubtful about that.
Lately whatever magic he performed didn't come out the way it should. Some sort of ill luck was following him wherever he went, whatever potion he brewed.
He has become a walking hazard and it saddened him greatly for the witch was a sociable person and loved to spend time in someone's company if he wasn't stuck in his home doing his magic commissions.
Jimin even went to a healer that lived two towns away just to slap himself on the forehead. He wanted to do it again so he flies back all the way into his living room.
How could he forget?
He has reached full maturity as a witch this October, just two weeks ago and it was finally time to unlock his sexual magic.
He's been keeping himself for that moment, not specifically for anything romantic, although it would have been a wonderful bonus.
- Go slow, - doctor Kim said with a kind smile, - Don't rush into things, choose carefully. You have plenty of time still. Stay safe, Jimin-ssi.
He trusted that doctor a lot, partially because he himself was a witch.
He gave him several booklets with additional info before prescribing some extra herbal mixes.
Carefully folding the reference scroll that his healer gave him he traveled back, mentally going through the list of candidates.
It was consisting of all his suitors that, to be frank, he was trying to avoid. Simply because most of them didn't attract him in this way.
They were kind, responsible, some richer that others, some more insistent than he would have liked.
And he had absolutely no desire to do anything remotely sexual with any of them.
He was just entering the house and heard a loud crash. The shelf in the hallway slid down the wall, and fell apart on the floor.
The only thing the witch was able to do is thrust his both hands in the air and levitate a small flowerpot that was usually standing there among the books.
Jimin hugged it carefully to his chest and carried it to a tall round table that had just enough space for one more item.
Another item was a vintage looking phone that he used a lot. He loved chatting for hours on the line rather than messaging through apps.
He had to admit that most of the calls lately were to one person.
With his destructive kind of luck he's been getting lately Jimin became a frequent caller at the only workshop in the area.
And possibly the most troublesome client of one local handyman Min.
The one Jimin had a huge crush on, naturally.
Because he was content from watching him from afar or being sort of not yet friends but more than just aquaintances.
But fate has been putting them in one space way more often than he would have imagined.
With the maturity that creeped up on him so unexpectedly suddenly his feelings for the elder intensified what seemed like tenfold. The healer warned him about that too.
The said Min Yoongi surely was the reason for his small misfortunes in everyday life.
He didn't mind that. He was mature and kind, always polite and let the witch call him hyung.
Congratulated with all the holidays and sometimes walked him home when they happened to meet on the street.
The younger couldn't leave things as they have been lately, with tiny disasters that followed him.
Jimin had a light and accepting kind of nature but he also liked to keep things in order. And couldn't for the life of him assemble a single piece of furniture.
The silent "again" was hanging in the air silently.
- I don't know how this happened, honestly, but the shelf just - fell down?
- Are you alright? You're not hurt, are you? - Yoongi sounded concerned now.
- I'm okay, hyung, it didn't get me, - he replied softly, - Could you maybe fix it for me?
- Be there soon.
Luckily he was able to come over today.
And then Jimin realized he didn't have much time. Even if he wasn't going to act on his feelings he still wanted to look good when his hyung would see him.
He put on a plaid skirt and a black crop top that hugged his breasts in a delicious way. It was low cut too, showing his cleavage well.
With his elbow length fishnet gloves he looked like a typical witch from the pictures on the web but he didn't care, he loved that look a lot.
Soon there was a knock on the door and the handyman walked in, dressed in his denim overalls and with a manbun on top of his head.
The latter was a deadly weapon that made Jimin almost drool. How many times he dreamed of running his fingers through those black wavy locks?
- Hyung, please come in. - they bowed and greeted each other.
He came up to the mess that once was a pretty neat shelf and put his hands on his hips.
- This shouldn't take too long, I'll just replace some of the joining elements. And it will be as good as new.
- Could you tell me how much this would be? - the witch asked looking over the fallen pieces.
- Jimin-ah, - Yoongi looked up from where he was now crouching, - How many times do I need to tell you? You don't owe me anything.
- That house cleansing I did was a year ago. And you still fix everything for me.
They would argue until the sun went down if not for his hyung's suggestion.
- How about that pie you told me about?
- Okay, - Jimin sighed, realizing that this debate was a lost battle.
- Your outfit is really nice by the way, - the elder commented, lightly touching the fishnet tights with his fingertips and Jimin mentally patted himself on the head for putting them on himself the last minute , - Especially these.
His pointer finger hooked on the elastic and let go.
There was a teasing smile on his face and the witch wondered if it's the reality or it was one of his vivid steamy dreams.
- Oh, - the witch didn't expect it and he blushed at the sudden compliment.
His hyung was usually pretty reserved but maybe he should have paid more attention to what he was saying? Instead of blatantly ogling him.
A week ago he saw the handyman buying some apples at a local market.
He came up to him with his own basket of herbs hanging off his elbow and they chatted a little like they often did.
Yoongi mentioned he loved apple pies a lot but because he wasn't any good at baking he resigned to eating just fruits.
And Jimin used the opportunity to extend an invitation where he would try making one for him.
So he went to the kitchen to make a quick cake mix. It was truly a simple and easy to make recipe.
By the time he only needed to add chopped apples he went back to the handyman. He was measuring the wall and the witch noticed that one of the straps of his overalls was tangled.
- Yoongi-hyung? Are you okay with me adding some cinnamon or do you prefer nutmeg?
The elder turned around and said that he didn't mind either. But before he went back to work Jimin stopped him with a hand on his broad shoulder.
- I turned twenty-one and reached full maturity as a witch, - he started tentatively.
- Ah! - Yoongi nodded in understanding, - My nana told me about that. It's a very important step. I didn't realize it on your birthday. Congratulations, Jimin-ah.
The younger preened from the fact Yoongi knew what he was talking about right away.
That saved him the embarrassment of having to explain what it was all about.
- That's why you have all these accidents then?
Jimin nodded.
- It's hard to resolve this right away. With some help things will get better though.
- I could help you if you want? - Yoongi suddenly suggested.
The tone in which the handyman said it drew all Jimin's attention.
One of his veiny hands was on the counter and another was touching one of Jimin's long dangling earrings.
Yoongi raised one of his hands and cupped Jimin's breast, squeezing and feeling its fullness in his palm.
He circled his pert nipple with his thumb through the material of his black top.
The strong fingers traveled lower to the strip of skin on his abdomen that wasn't covered and tickled him a little.
Jimin giggled at it eased his nerves a great deal.
He went under his skirt and pulled his thighs and underwear down to his knees, getting ready to hop on the counter.
Yoongi helped him and lifted him there like the witch weighed nothing. His veiny hand went under the skirt and circled around his cock that was already fully hard.
Jimin gasped and leaned back, watching the elder's face that was so focused on the length in his hand.
He lifted his skirt and was now watching himself pleasuring the witch slowly and sensually.
- Faster, hyung, please, - he asked, still dizzy from being so naked in front of the older man.
- As you wish, - he replied simply and increased his pace.
Jimin didn't last long. He never had anyone touch him like that and the fact that he didn't absolutely lose his cool and didn't squeal was only due to various scenarios he went through in his dreams prior, dreams that included them both in all sorts of positions.
He came in that hand and thought he really lost his grasp on reality when Yoongi pulled his underwear down and used his release to lather his thick cock.
He didn't expect it to be quite so big and he wanted to touch it right then.
- Can I? - the handyman clearly had other plans.
After the younger nodded, intrigued, he took both Jimin's legs and slid him closer to the edge of the counter.
He stepped to his side and kissed the witch again while thrusting his girth between the supple thighs.
The witch kept his legs pressed together and hummed into the kiss as his hyung rubbed his cock in between his tensed muscles, quickly getting himself off.
The younger felt hot liquid on his skin as Yoongi moaned lowly between his parted lips.
He picked up the paper towels that were within his hand's reach and wiped the mess of come thoroughly.
He gave the witch a final, almost chaste kiss and backed away, caressing his face.
- I hope I didn't go over any boundaries, - he murmured, still looking at him attentively.
- Not at all! I'd say if you did, - the younger assured him.
He felt a little awkward, not really knowing what else to do other than look at the man of his dreams with his now damp hair, falling over his eyes.
Yoongi seemed to have a similar problem as he was looking at their joint hands.
They were luckily saved by the sound of the oven timer. They let out breaths of relief and laughed at how synchronized it was.
- Let's treat you to this pie, hyung, - Jimin said softly and hopped off the counter with the handyman's help, sorting out his clothes.
They washed their hands, standing pressed together over the small sink and worked together to make some tea and serve the apple pie onto the cute plates.
They sat close to each other with Yoongi tasting and praising the pastry, making the witch blush even more than he already was.
- Jimin-ah, - he started quietly and the younger turned to face his hyung, - I wouldn't like to feel like I've taken advantage of you. If I did, I'm deeply sorry.
- No, don't be. Because you didn't. It was purely consensual. I promise.