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Jimin spends a lot of time visiting different stalls with clothes, herbs and food.
True to his word, Yoongi keeps guard a distance away from him, his muscled arms crossed as he closely observes anyone who merely glances at Jimin a moment too long.
Just before sunset, it starts snowing.
Seeing that Jimin starts sniffing, Yoongi decides to cut the witch's fun short.
They spend the night at a nearby inn full of people, and this time it doesn’t surprise Jimin that Yoongi is being recognized any longer.
‘Master Witcher!’ A short ginger haired man calls, grinning from the counter.
Although already in his late thirties, he’s got a rather untypical charm; fair skin, adorable smile and several freckles on his button nose.
The lively music and the noise of so many guests doesn’t stop Yoongi’s perfect hearing from hearing the call, and he guides Jimin that way.
‘Long time no see, Matthias.’ Yoongi starts, shaking hands with the man in the way locals do.
‘Any festive approaching?’
‘Correct!’ The man cheerfully replies, and Jimin can’t miss the adoring gaze in the bartender’s eyes.
‘It’s Lady Freya’s Day tomorrow and many people from the region have arrived. We’re out of rooms, but if Master Witcher is willing to wait a moment, this humble servant will find an appropriate chamber!’
Seeing such devotion and eagerness in the other man’s eyes, Jimin can’t help but raise an eyebrow.
The scar on Yoongi’s face seems deeper in the shadow of the dim lamps as he meets Jimin’s gaze, but in the end, the witch leaves his comment for later.
The inn feels stifling and cramped with the heat of so many bodies, the crowd dancing some folk dance in one big circle, laughing and singing to the band’s music.
Feeling energised from finally being amongst other people, Jimin smiles, taking off his black hood and unbuttoning his lapels.
Yoongi didn’t accompany him inside the clothes shop, and now he’s stunned to see the witch wearing a finely made two-piece attire - all black, some parts of the gorset and the sleeves are adorned with small white crystals, the thick black fabrics looks of the highest quality.
This is clearly the outfit he was wearing when Yoongi first found him, and apparently Jimin brought it here to have it repaired.
Taking notice of the way the witcher’s golden gaze travels down his frame, eyeing how the firm gorset hugs his thin waist, each part of the attire accentuating his body curves, there’s a small smile on Jimin’s pretty face.
‘Liking what you see?’
Taking his time to return Jimin’s gaze, Yoongi only rasps darkly.
Wanting to rile the witcher up a bit, the younger hands him his coat and rounds him with a smirk, and walking away in that attractive way of his, he joins the fun.
Hardly looking away from Jimin’s alluring frame Yoongi absent-mindedly dawns the drink he’s offered on the house, right then Matthias makes himself scarce to find them a lodging.
Only after a moment of observing the vixen of a man, Yoongi realises that the scarf on Jimin’s blonde hair is no more.
It’s of no surprise that both men and women want to dance with him, the bulky men not necessarily asking for permission to do so.
Jimin doesn’t seem to mind, laughing as he’s easily swung in circles, several locals fighting each other to have a turn with him.
Yoongi is a reticent one, but his throat suddenly feels both parched and full of acid, his expression becoming quite unsightly.
An attendant silently refills his mug, and the witcher dawns it all yet again.
It doesn’t take long for Jimin to get strained with dancing, his leg injury has barely healed and even if he’s mostly carried by the male dance partners, the women trying their chances with him are way more demanding and he needs some rest.
He merely moves back in Yoongi’s direction when his way is blocked, and two of the men who competed for him demand his attention.
Plenty amused, Jimin peeks at them in that seductive manner of his, a small smile on his lips that he starts playing with.
In this fancy attire, he certainly doesn’t look like a peasant, and with his exceptional allure, he makes a perfect candidate for marriage.
He locks eyes with Yoongi over their heads, jealousy and ire brewing in those gold vertical pupils.
‘My fiance is waiting for me, make a way.’ Jimin says to the two fools blocking his path.
Could he show his powers, they’d already be crawling away on all fours.
‘Fiance?’ one of the men chuckles like a toad.
‘Nice one, doll. Bet you use it a lot to reject your suitors?’
The amusement in Jimin’s eyes suddenly turns solid, a spark of wreath gleaming in his gaze.
A harmless tiny spell comes to the tip of his tongue, but before he wastes the effort of his recuperating powers, another deep voice cuts in.
‘Move.’
Dumb and Dumber turn back, and seeing the warrior towering above them, they feel like stepping away.
Witchers are a matter of tales in the region.
Several decades ago, one of them slayed a monster terrorising the village, becoming a hero for their fathers and grandfathers.
This one looks certainly well experienced in his field, all buff and covered in battle scars, threat written in his dark gaze.
But with so many people watching, they can’t allow a stranger to humiliate them like that. Buffing up, they square up, ready for a fight.
‘You better cut it, Karl!’ One of the elders shouts to the younger man, and yet Karl doesn’t make anything of it, throwing hands at the witcher.
Not knowing when, Yoongi dodges and reciprocates the attack with a tenfold strength, an unpleasant creak of a broken nose fills the space.
The other man takes half a second to react, wanting to take advantage of the situation, and swings a fist without a wait.
Yoongi single handedly blocks in though, his pose attentive and firm.
Glaring the muscled man right in the face, the witcher has half a mind to choose a place that won’t make his opponent disabled for life.
They might be fools, but without all their senses, it is difficult for survival.
Not even five seconds pass when both men lie flat on the floor, battered, with blood-covered faces.
Sending Jimin one frosty glare, Yoongi takes his wrist and pulls him from the crowd.
It’s the first time the little witch could see the elder in action and he doesn’t hide how aroused it makes him feel.
He lets himself be tugged to the more deserted part of the inn, Yoongi throws him against the wall harshly, cornering him with no way out.
‘Where’s your scarf?’ is all he asks, voice even lower than usual.
Not shying away from the look of intense desire in the witcher’s dark eyes, Jimin stares at him straight on, his head tilted back a little, hooded gaze exactly the same when Yoongi has his way with him.
‘Didn’t you say it yourself I should come here to be with people? If I wore your scarf, good sir, who would dare dance with me?’ he muses, trying not to smile.
The look of possessiveness in the witcher’s gaze incredibly pleases him.
Yoongi seems to contain a growl, a set of his wolfish white teeth showing up in a scowl.
‘Your body is mine!’ he growls as he presses against him, awaking a pleasurable current through Jimin’s body.
‘Keep that in mind next time you’re tempted to go and seduce others.’
Squeezing his legs a little at the elder’s commanding tone of voice, Jimin tries not to show on his face what the witcher does to him.
His breathing quickens though, the want to throw himself at the latter and spread himself ready for him is overwhelming.
Even if they're entwined only because of the debt he's repaying with his body, Jimin finds pure delight in his saviour's possessiveness, and he wants to provoke it some more.
By now he's learnt Yoongi enough to know that he shouldn't pull the string even more.
The two of them are attracting too much attention, and even though they are hidden in the darkest corner of the room, there are some glances drilled into them from the back.
‘Wear your scarf.’ Yoongi orders, and Jimin petulantly pulls it out of his bosom.
Without averting his eyes from those golden pupils, Jimin covers his silky hair with a plain folk patterned scarf.
Although it takes away some of his mighty aura, it goes quite well with his black attire, adding the unrestrained youth charm of a young domestic househusband.
Regarding him in silence, Yoongi lets out a low hum of acknowledgement as he pulls at the tie under Jimin’s chin.
‘Good boy.’ says the witcher somewhat softly, finally stepping away.
The electrifying air between them lessens some, but Jimin’s body remains like on fire, craving the elder’s touch.
Yoongi takes his hand as he leads him back to the counter, some women giggle at their sight.
It is clear this youngling will be scolded by his man for strutting around with a bare head.
‘Master Witcher, be kind to your husband! He’s so young after all, it’s not good to keep him under the bushel!’ one old woman chuckles.
‘Remember Old Kal and his Barna? He wouldn’t even allow her out and talk to neighbours! Not even two full moons passed when she took everything and left once and for all.’
Yoongi’s pale face is dark and gloomy as he goes past them, he can sense Jimin stifle a chuckle.
‘You stop sticking your nose in other people's pantry!’ Matthias scolds from the corridor.
‘Master Witcher, come, our grand room is ready for you and your companion.’
Eyes in slits, Jimin notices the way the man refers to him, and he feels a sudden urge to make his claim on the witcher be seen to all.
They are clearly only in an intimate relationship with no strings attached, but if Jimin’s body is unavailable to other men, Yoongi’s isn’t either!
Thinking through what he’s going to say, Jimin follows the two to the suite on the highest floor.
The room is truly in a good condition, all clean and spacious, with a nice snowy view out of the balcony.
The decor full of warm furs creates a cosy atmosphere, together with fire in the stove which keeps the room warm.
‘This is our best lodging, please make yourself at home!’ Matthias grins, his adorning eyes still glued to Yoongi.
‘If I could have a small request, could Master spare me a moment? There’s something I’d like to talk about.’
Too occupied with Yoongi, the human is completely unaware of an icy glare a certain witch bores into him from behind.
‘Let’s talk tomorrow, we’ll set off early in the morning.’ Yoongi replies shortly as he throws their outer robes on the small couch.
The inn owner brightens up at that and leaves with a final bow.
After a moment of silence, Jimin is about to speak but Yoongi tilts his head to the door, as if listening.
He then soundlessly walks over and opens the door with a firm move.
Startled, Matthias flinches back and his face goes beetroot red.
‘I- I..’
‘This matter is urgent?’ Yoongi grunts, his golden eyes squinted at the smaller.
The man hesitantly nods.
With a short sigh, Yoongi leaves, Jimin’s annoyed scoff reaching his witcher ears from behind.
Walking away with innate firmness in his step, a light smile marrs Yoongi’s scarred face.
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Jimin might not have regained many of his depleted powers, but this time he’s seething, and without much thought he forms a small ball of spiritual light, which follows the two men.
Were he in his prime, it’d be enough to cast a short spell and he’d be able to look with the witcher’s eyes and hear with his ears.
Now, this must suffice.
Matthias’ request isn’t anything he didn’t expect.
Angered, Jimin walks back and forth like a cat, eager to stop listening, but unable without hearing Yoongi’s reply first.
‘This request is something I can’t do any longer.’ the witcher says, his tone somehow soft yet raspy.
‘Is there any reason behind it?’ he adds, sounding amused.
Jimin can’t figure out Matthias’ embarrassed reply, focused on the witcher instead.
He wishes he could see the elder’s reaction, if he’s positively surprised, if he’s any tempted to do it.
That’s when Jimin’s powers dim fully, and he stumbles slightly.
Damn… so many months and only this little improvement. He might as well be called a human now.
Yoongi returns after a while, peering at him from afar.
‘Got a little curious, hm?’
Jimin is sitting before the fireplace with arms folded, sulking.
Yoongi doesn’t come over yet, at ease, taking off his clothes first.
‘How many times did you have him before?’ Jimin asks then, without looking at him.
Having undressed to his pants and white undershirt, Yoongi sits on the thick pelt before the fireplace, facing him with a thick arm leisurely resting on his knee.
He looks at Jimin in that flickering light, his golden eyes incredibly tempting.
‘Once, many years ago.’
Glaring down on him, Jimin doesn’t reply for a while, plump lips pressed in a thin line.
He looks adorable in that scarf covering his head.
'How did it happen?’ Jimin wants to know, trying to sound nonchalant about it.
Yoongi regards him for a moment, his dangerous cat eyes never leaving him.
‘Visited my chamber the night after I slayed the Sylvan who settled near the village.’
Gulping it down, Jimin glances at the flame.
‘Once?’ he asks again.
Amused by the younger’s unexpected show of possessiveness, Yoongi hides a smirk.
‘Once. Unlike one exceptional witch who can bear it all, he passed out after the first round.’
Jimin doesn’t know how to react to that, and so a small pout forms on his plump lips.
‘How about we talk about the men you’ve had now?’ The witcher asks, his voice going down.
‘You’ve mentioned having plenty of experience…’
Taken aback, Jimin’s expression falls.
There indeed was this and that… Even at a mere memory, he feels his stomach heat up, and his face goes slightly red.
Dazedly, he registers Yoongi’s firm hand on his wrist, as he’s pulled to settle astride this well-built frame.
‘What exactly did you think of just now?’ the witcher demands darkly, his hand wandering down Jimin’s perfect bottom.
Looking away, Jimin avoids his gaze.
‘Do I have to pound the answer out of you?’ Yoongi growls, pressing the younger down his hardening manhood.
Jimin finally looks at him, wondering whether he should be sincere, or silence this information.
‘Let's let bygones be bygones…’ Jimin says eventually, cutting the elder’s reply with a soaring kiss.
Jimin doesn’t get much sleep that night, lasting six whole rounds before he passes out from exhaustion.
The witcher is exceptionally energetic, grunting and growling at the memory of all those lustful glances towards Jimin.
Yoongi never took himself for a possessive man, until that charming witch appeared on his land out of nowhere, suddenly becoming the centre that everything can only circle around.
Sweat and warmth shared between their bodies is plenty alluring, Jimin’s pliant heat so inviting, and even when he passes out, the witcher doesn’t stop pounding into him, sounds of fierce hips slapping against the younger’s shapely round butt can be heard far on the corridor.
Jimin clamps down half-consciously at the feeling of something filling his already swollen flat belly, the muscled body rolling into him hovers above him, covering him whole.
His body stuffed with the witcher’s impressive manhood, Jimin only feels a set of lips messily finding his own, invading him in a familiar manner, before he slips back into deep slumber.
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