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Working for a witch has its perks. The job itself isn’t too strenuous. Yoongi usually just has to go pick up odds and ends for whatever potion Seokjin is working on. Either that, or he helps watch the shop while Seokjin is out on break. Yoongi had initially expected to get fired within the first week, having no experience whatsoever with any aspect of magic, so the simple tasks Seokjin gave him were a pleasant surprise.
Yoongi did have one problem with the job: Seokjin. The man was sculpted by the gods, and so completely out of Yoongi’s league. It doesn’t help that Yoongi’s literally working for him. Seokjin seems like the type to not mix his work life with his personal life. It physically pains Yoongi to keep himself from constantly complimenting Seokjin. He just looks so beautiful, even when he’s sweating over his boiling cauldron. The one time Yoongi did accidentally let a compliment slip, Seokjin went red and wouldn’t look him in the eye for the rest of the day. He learned his lesson.
To be honest, Yoongi doesn’t see how Seokjin hasn’t been taken already. Almost every Friday night, he leaves Yoongi to take care of the shop, and goes on on a new blind date that Namjoon is “forcing” him to go on. Without fail, every Saturday, Seokjin complains about his latest date to Yoongi. While part of Yoongi feels bad that Seokjin wasn’t treated like the angel he is on his date, a bigger part of him is happy Seokjin is still single. He knows it’s selfish since he can’t make a move, but Seokjin deserves better than these blind dates that he’s been set up with. Yoongi just wants to make Seokjin happy.
*
“Yoongi, you won’t believe what my date last night did.” Seokjin throws his coat off and dramatically stomps across the shop over to Yoongi. As he reaches the counter, he puts his elbows up on it, holding his head in his hands, pouting up at Yoongi. “I caught him staring at our waiter’s ass as they were walking away. I wanted to just get up and leave after that.” Seokjin collapses his top half across the counter. “I mean, if he’s bold enough to stare at someone else on our very first date, he can’t be serious about being in a committed relationship with me.”
Yoongi starts to reach out to hold Seokjin’s hands in his to comfort him, but stops himself. It’d be too much. “You’re right Seok. He didn’t deserve you time.”
Seokjin lets his head fall to the side so he can look up at Yoongi from the counter. “You think so?”
Yoongi can’t take the puppy dog eyes. He lets a small fond smile creep up on his face. “Course Seok. You shouldn’t settle for anyone less than perfect.”
Seokjin finally rises up off the counter, his face falling slightly. “I’m starting to think I’ll have to,” he says quietly, probably not intending for Yoongi to hear. “Anyways, did you get any custom orders while I wasn’t here?”
“Oh! Yes I did, but I’m not sure what it was. I wrote it down somewhere.” Yoongi looks around behind the counter till he finds the sticky note he left for himself the night before. “Ah, here it is. He didn’t say what it was, but someone named Taehyung stopped in last night asking for ‘the usual’? He said you’d know what he was talking about?”
Yoongi catches Seokjin’s cheeks going red before he walks past him to go into the back room. “Oh yeah. I know what he needs,” Seokjin calls back to him. Yoongi follows him. He loves watching Seokjin work his magic. Yet another perk to being his assistant.
“So what potion does he need anyway? He refused to tell me last night, for whatever reason.” Yoongi stands back, keeping out of Seokjin’s way as he flits around the room gathering his materials.
“Ah. Um. It’s a sort of-ah. A love potion. He was probably just embarrassed. Don’t worry about it.” Seokjin dumps all the items he gathered onto his work bench and begins organizing them. Yoongi watches intently as Seokjin gets very focused, measuring and adding each ingredient into his cauldron with intense precision. Once he adds the final ingredient, the potion inside turns into a silky red liquid. Seokjin pours the potion into two different vials and hands them to Yoongi.
“Okay, when he stops by again today, tell him I’m throwing in the second one for free and that I don’t owe him anymore.” Seokjin cleans up his mess, before heading back out to the front of the shop. Yoongi scurries behind him, trying to keep up. “I need to restock some of my inventory after making extra of that. It’s a bit of a long list so I’ll leave you with the shop. I shouldn’t be too long.”
Seokjin is out the door before Yoongi can call out a goodbye to him. Yoongi goes back behind the counter and places the vials of Taehyung’s “love potion” with the sticky note he made last night.
Yoongi tries to keep himself busy, but he keeps coming back to look at the love potion. Technically, if his boss fell in love with him, and he made the first move, he couldn’t get fired for it, right? He knows it’s wrong but, Taehyung isn’t expecting the extra vial, and he would be so good to Seokjin. He would treat him better than any of the men he called “dates” treated him. He just needs Seokjin to love him back.
Yoongi plucks one of the vials out from where he left it, and slipped it into his pocket. He’s glad he made the decision when he did, because not too long after, Taehyung pops in. Yoongi sells him the love potion, making sure not to talk about it, considering how embarrassed he was about it previously.
Other than that, the rest of the day was relatively quiet. Seokjin returned a little before lunch time, and Yoongi helped him put away all of his supplies. A few customers came in and purchased some potions that Seokjin kept stocked up front, simple luck and patience potions. On his lunch break, Yoongi googled how basic love potions worked. Almost every single result said that whoever is the first person to look at the person who drinks it, will fall in love with them. Since Yoongi can’t exactly ask Seokjin, he trusts the internet not to betray him.
To ensure Seokjin is the first person who sees him, Yoongi decides he will drink it after closing time, so that no stray customers are the ones who see him before Seokjin. For the rest of the day, Yoongi can feel the vial burning a hole in his pocket. He can’t stop thinking about it. Just when he thinks he’s focused on something else, Seokjin will pass by him, or call out to him, putting him back at square one.
Once closing time rolls around, Yoongi goes to the bathroom to make sure Seokjin doesn’t see him with the love potion. He takes it out of his pocket, and looks at himself in the mirror. He stares at himself and at the vial for bit, before gulping the potion down in one shot. He throws the empty vial into the trash and heads back out to find Seokjin.
When Yoongi spots Seokjin he has his back turned, so he calls out to him. Seokjin turns to him, looks at him, and....does nothing. The internet said that he would basically get super heart eyes for him as soon as he laid his eyes on him, and start complimenting him and cooing at him. Seokjin did nothing but look at him, waiting to be told what Yoongi needed.
Yoongi muttered a “nevermind” and started cleaning the shop, sulking. How the the hell did it not work? Seokjin made it, and he makes everything perfect every time. Yoongi’s never had a single complaint from a customer in all the time he’s been working for Seokjin.
As he begins sweeping, he starts getting hot. He knows he’s not that out of shape, so what’s happening? He takes a moment to sit down, trying to see if he can cool down. Seokjin notices and comes over to him, putting his hand to Yoongi’s forehead to check if he’s okay.
“Oh my god Yoongi, you’re burning up! Are you okay? You haven’t felt like this all day have you? You shouldn’t push yourself.” Right after Seokjin touched him, the heat intensified. To add insult to injury, he’s starting to get a slight hard on. Yoongi knows somethings wrong. One touch couldn’t have been the cause of this. Yoongi has shown great restraint these past months, keeping from getting a hard on even when Seokjin wears his really nice, tight shirts and pants that show off his chest and nice ass.
It had to be the potion. He has to tell Seokjin. The internet stabbed him in the back. Yoongi hangs his head, covering his eyes with his fists, trying to hold the tears brimming in his eyes from falling. “Seokjin, I messed up.”
“It’s okay Yoongi, I can take you home if you need me t-”
“No Seokjin. I messed up bad. I drank one of the love potions you made for Taehyung. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s happening now. I’m really hot- all over.” Seokjin takes a step back, causing Yoongi to take his hands away from his eyes. Seokjin’s eyes were wide, and they were staring right down and Yoongi’s obvious hard on in his pants.
“W-Why would you do that Yoongs?” Seokjin tries to keep eye contact with Yoongi, wanting to be empathetic, but his eyes kept flitting down to Yoongi’s crotch every once in a while.
“I-I uh. I like you, Seokjin. I just wanted you to like me too.” Yoongi lets his tears fall down his face. Seokjin rushes forward, swiping the tears from his face. He leans down and rests his forehead against Yoongi’s.
“Ah well. I have a couple confessions of my own. First off, I may have liked you back this entire time? To be honest, I only hired you in the first place because you’re adorable.” Yoongi pulled back to look up at him questioningly. “What can I say? You had no experince with magic whatsoever, but who could say no to that face.” Seokjin pinched his cheek softly.
“That makes all of this even more embarrassing I think,” Yoongi pouts and looks away from Seokjin.
“The uh. The second confession. Um, well. I wasn’t technically lying when I said that the potion was a love potion, but it wasn’t the whole truth. I just didn’t want to embarrass me or Taehyung anymore than strictly necessary. It’s actually a uh. It’s kind of an aphrodisiac?”
Yoongi feels like he’s gonna pass out. From the heat and the embarrassment. “Wh-what do I do? Can you make it stop? It hurts Seokjin,” Yoongi stumbles a bit and falls into Seokjin. Seokjin wraps his arms around Yoongi and walks him into the back room and sits him down on his work bench.
Seokjin begins scrambling for something. He’s looking through every ingredient he has it seems. “Ah. Well fuck,” Seokjin mutters under his breath. He stops for a moment, running his hand through his hair in frustration.
“Seokjin, please tell me you can help me.” Yoongi’s fully hard at this point. He doesn’t know how much longer he can keep from touching himself. Seokjin isn’t helping at all by pushing his hair back like that.
“Ah, I um. Don’t have anything here that’ll counteract the potion so. I can’t exactly help in that department.” Seokjin sits down beside him, twiddling his fingers. Neither of them try to look at the other.
Yoongi digs his fingers into his legs over his jeans. “What now then, Seok?”
“Well, the only way to, um, relieve yourself is to-”
“Oh my gosh Seokjin stop. I know.” Yoongi turns his head away from Seokjin, not wanting him to see him blush over this.
“I could help, y’know. That is, if you wanted me to.” Seokjin waits for a reply, but Yoongi’s head is still turned away. “I’m partly responsible for this, so it’s the least I can do. I should’ve stopped making these for Tae along time ago. His boyfriend likes it for whatever reason. It’s still gross.”
Yoongi slowly turns toward Seokjin. “You’ll really help me?” Yoongi looks up at Seokjin with sweet puppy eyes. Seokjin still can’t say no to that face.
“Of course Yoongs. I mean, we both like each other so, why not?” Seokjin shoots Yoongi an award winning smile before Yoongi pounces on him. He sits on top of Seokjin’s lap, grinding down, searching for friction. His mouth connects with Seokjin’s, kissing him in desperation. Keeping Yoongi’s mouth occupied, Seokjin snakes a hand down to Yoongi’s crotch, palming him through his jeans. Yoongi tosses his head back, letting out a groan he’d been holding back since he drank the damn potion.
Seokjin takes the opportunity to bite and mouth at Yoongi’s bared neck. Yoongi lets his eyes fall closed, and cranes his neck more so that Seokjin has more area to work with. As Seokjin paints Yoongi’s neck in blooms of red and purple, he unbuttons Yoongi’s jeans, letting his hand slide down into Yoongi’s underwear.
“Seok! I-I’m gonna-” Yoongi shouts, coming all over Seokjin’s hand not long after he started stroking him. Seokjin sits back up, taking his hand out of Yoongi’s pants to wipe the come off. “Fuck. I swear I’m not usually that quick.” Yoongi slumps forward, laying his head on Seokjin’s shoulder.
Seokjin cards his fingers through the back of Yoongi’s hair soothingly. “It’s okay Yoonie. The potion makes you really sensitive, so you’ll probably need to come a couple more times before it wears off completely. Um. I forgot to ask, exactly how far do you want to go? I’ll give you whatever you need Yoon.”
Yoongi keeps his head buried in Seokjin’s shoulder. “I. Um. How would you feel about maybefuckingme,” Yoongi spits the end of his sentence out as fast as possible. God, he’s got to stop blushing so much.
“You want me to fuck you Yoonie?” Seokjin feels Yoongi nod his head against his shoulder. “I can do that baby.” Seokjin puts an arm around Yoongi’s waist and another around his shoulder, hoisting him up, and laying him down across the work bench on his back. Seokjin leans down to help Yoongi out of his shirt and pants. After much difficulty with his tight jeans, Yoongi is left in his slightly come stained undies.
Seokjin swears under his breath. “Yoongi...you wouldn’t happen to have lube and or condoms would you?”
Yoongi goes red again and looks to the side. “Back right pocket. In my wallet.” Seokjin follows his line of sight to the discarded jeans on the floor. Sure enough, in the wallet he had a packet of each item. He took the two packets of lube, just in case, and a condom.
Seokjin walks back over to stand in front of Yoongi, spreading his legs a bit more to give himself more room. He reaches up and slides the tips of his fingers under the waistband of Yoongi’s underwear, looking at Yoongi, silently asking permission. Yoongi nods, bringing a hand up to play with his bottom lip unconsciously. Seokjin slides his underwear off, tossing them towards where he had left his jeans.
“Seok,” Yoongi whispered, looking nervous. “C-Can you take your shirt off? I wanna see you too.”
Seokjin smiles and leans down and peppers Yoongi’s face with soft kisses. “You’re so cute Yoonie. Of course I can do that for you.” Seokjin leaves one last kiss on Yoongi’s scrunched up button nose, and stands back to let Yoongi watch him pull his shirt off.
Seokjin moves back between Yoongi’s legs, pushing them up towards his chest. Yoongi grabs the back of both of his thighs, whispering a “please” that Seokjin saw but didn’t hear. Seokjin grabs one of the packs of lube and pours some over Yoongi’s hole, rubbing it in slow circles. “Seok, don’t tease. Please.” Yoongi pouts and wiggles his hips a small bit.
Seokjin smiles as he looks Yoongi in the eyes right as he slips one finger in. Yoongi sighs in relief, letting his head roll to the side. Seokjin pulls him closer the the edge of the bench and gets on his knees in front of Yoongi. “Baby. I need you to watch me.” Yoongi moves his head back just in time to see Seokjin take his cock into his mouth.
Seokjin added another finger, watching Yoongi struggle to keep his eyes open. Seokjin could see tears forming in the corners of his eyes, ready to spill over at any moment. Seokjin slowed down, taking his time lick over Yoongi’s cock, leaving open mouth kisses along it and his stomach. Yoongi’s cock was already beginning to leak again.
“S-Seok, I’m getting close again.” Yoongi whimpers as Seokjin takes his cock back into his mouth, sinking all the way down. Seokjin begins fucking his fingers fast into Yoongi, loving the whines and moans Yoongi rewards him with. Just as Seokjin reaches up with his other hand to roll the bud of Yoongi’s nipple between his fingers, Yoongi screams “I-I’m! Seok I’m gonna-” and comes into Seokjin’s mouth. Seokjin keeps fucking Yoongi with his fingers through his orgasm, before pulling off and out of him, kissing up the back of one of his thighs.
Yoongi let Seokjin kiss all up and down his thighs until he started feeling the heat come back. “Seok. Need more. Please, need you in me Seok.”
Seokjin stood back up, and moved his kisses up and across Yoongi’s body until his lips were at his ear. “You sure baby? We don’t have to.” Seokjin moves so he can look at Yoongi, hovering over his face, taking in Yoongi’s beauty. His lips are slightly parted, his cheeks still have a slight pink tint to them, and his eyes are hooded.
“Yes Seok, I want you.” At hearing that key word “want” Seokjin smiles before enveloping Yoongi’s lips into another deep kiss. Seokjin let his hands roam across Yoongi’s body, caressing his thighs, running up and down his sides, watching Yoongi shudder as he does so, feeling him arch his back beautifully.
Seokjin pulls away from the kiss, Yoongi’s lips trying to follow his. “I’m gonna take care of you, Yoonie. Promise,” he says as he unbuttons his pants and shakes them and his underwear off. Seokjin grabs the extra packet of lube and condom, rolls the condom on, and covers his cock with lube. He starts to push into Yoongi slowly, watching his face for any signs of uncomfort. Yoongi is completely relaxed, letting Seokjin in relatively easily. Seokjin stills, letting Yoongi adjust. That is, until Yoongi turns into a whimpering mess, muttering lots of “move”s and “please”s.
Seokjin leans down over Yoongi, gripping the back of his hair and connecting his lips to Yoongi’s jaw. He keeps his pace slow, enjoying the whines Yoongi lets out because of it. It doesn’t last too long, because Yoongi starts pushing his hips down to meet Seokjin’s thrusts, making Seokjin groan and comply with fucking Yoongi harder.
“Fuck, Yoongs. You feel so good baby. Can’t believe this.” Seokjin sucks and particularly dark mark into Yoongi’s throat after the moan he lets out at hearing this. He can feel himself getting close, so he knows Yoongi must be getting there too. He speeds up the pace, pushing Yoongi farther up the work bench from the force. Yoongi never stops letting out moans.
“Seok please, I’m so close. Please, please touch me Seok.” There will never, ever be a time that Seokjin could say no to Yoongi. He reaches down, taking Yoongi’s leaking cock into his hand, stroking it in time with the pace of his thrusts. Seokjin swears Yoongi’s moans go up and octave, before coming no too long after. Seokjin pulls out, not wanting to overstimulate Yoongi. Save that for another time.
“Seok, in my mouth, please let me have it,” Yoongi pleads, sitting up and sliding off the bench down to his knees.
“Fuck, whatever you want baby.” Seokjin lets Yoongi take the condom off him, sliding his mouth down his cock. Yoongi goes as far down as he can, stroking what he can’t reach. He swirls his tongue, and before Seokjin can warn him, Seokjin comes into his mouth. Yoongi doesn’t seem to mind, continuing to stroke and suck until Seokjin pulls him off. Seokjin just stands for a moment, catching his breath and petting Yoongi’s hair. “Hey, is it better now baby? Does it still hurt?”
Yoongi leans his body against Seokjin’s legs, wrapping his arms around one. “No, Seokie. You made me feel better.” Seokjin smiles down at him, letting Yoongi nuzzle his thigh a bit longer before picking him up bridal style.
“Come on baby, let’s get you all cleaned up.” Seokjin walks them to the bathroom and sits Yoongi on top of the counter. “Remind me to clean this counter again tomorrow.” Seokjin turns on the warm water and grabs a spare rag that’s under the sink and wets it. Yoongi lets Seokjin wipe him off, keeping his eyes closed the entire time, wanting desperately to just fall asleep. “Do you want me to take you home Yoongs? Or do you wanna come home with me? I live a little bit closer, but it’s up to you.”
“Wanna go home with you. Need Seok’s cuddles.” Yoongi raises his arms to be picked up. Seokjin picks him up and takes him back to the back room and dresses the both of them. Yoongi falls asleep somewhere in the middle.
*
Yoongi wakes up feeling warm. He doesn’t open his eyes yet, because he can tell he’s not in his own bed. His blanket hasn’t been this soft in years. Whoever’s bed this is needs to give him their detergent and softener secrets.
“Yoongi?” Yoongi’s eyes shoot open, seeing Seokjin looking back at him. Then he sees that Seokjin is holding him. Then he remembers last night. His face must be on fire. “Oh, did I just wake you up? Sorry, you can keep sleeping if you need to.” Yoongi shakes his head, not sure what to say. “Um. I’m not sure if you wanted to talk about last night right now, or-”
“Yes.” Yoongi didn’t mean to say that out loud, fuck. No going back. “But, you go first.” Smooth.
“Ah, well. I just wanted to say I was serious when I said I thought you were cute and stuff. Probably moreso now. Also, I maybe kind of like you too? I just never wanted to overstep my boundaries. That may also be why I’ve been going on all those dates. I was sort of hoping someone else could make me forget I liked you, but no one could live up to, well, you.” Seokjin was the one blushing now.
Yoongi smiled bigger than he ever had. “Really?”
“Yeah, Yoongs. You don’t need a love potion to make me fall for you. I did a long time ago.” Yoongi reaches up and pecks Seokjin’s lips. Seokjin nuzzles Yoongi closer, and they fall back to sleep, with soft smiles.