Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/10222766. 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. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!