#got7 request

Pairing: Jinyoung x Reader

Genre: Magic!AU, Urban Fantasy

Request: Anon: Hi! For your drabbles, can I request any type of magic au with Jinyoung from GOT7? Just for some Halloween fun :)

A/N: Its not Halloween anymore, but this magic au was a lot of fun to write! I might even continue this in the future if you all like it! 

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You tapped the tip of your finger against the side of the lukewarm glass of soda. Each contact flared a surge of cold through the cup to try and give the liquid new life. Tiny frost flakes appeared and disappeared like they were playing peek-a-boo. It was a small enough piece of magic to not worry about getting caught. From the hood pulled over your head to the way you were leaning back in the metal chair outside of the café, you felt you were safe, that your face was obscured. 

The average people around you blissfully went on with their lunch. They smiled and chatted and scrolled through their phones without a clue of the war happening in their shadows. 

There is no origin for humans like you. No one knows when magic entered the ancestors’ veins. But they do know when the rest turned on the magical. And for the past few hundred years, your kind has been hiding and running and fighting for the right to live. 

Because of the Purgo. 

Taking their name from the Latin word to cleanse or purify, the organization made that their sole mission, their sole reason for existing. They were determined to cleanse the Earth of magic. Funny how they had yet to succeed in that. But you weren’t too keen on dying so you kept your head down. No big magic, no attention seeking. Stay unseen, stay aware. A near flawless formula. 

As a deep sigh left your lips, you decided it was time to move. Lingering brought attention. The plate in front of you was empty and the soda was flat. So, after throwing down a few bills, you stood, cringing at the loud, high pitch scrape of the legs against the concrete. Hands in your pockets, you walked down the street, away from the cafe and the traces of your existence. 

You had no destination in mind. Only to keep moving. 

A block up and across the road, a teenager refused to pay attention. Their eyes were glued to their phone which naturally meant that they barely glanced at the flashing crosswalk hand. Barely four steps into the street, the flashing hand became solid and a speeding car headed towards the newly green traffic light. You gritted your teeth and summoned a powerful enough wind that when you waved your hand, the teenager was pushed back, landing on their butt on the hard sidewalk. But they were out of harm’s way. And the vehicle rolled on through the intersection, completely unaware of the accident narrowly avoided. Hunching down, you continued on. 

Acting out like that was dangerous. It brought attention and curiosity. But damn it, you couldn’t let someone get hurt - or even killed - when you could stop it. 

Stupid moral compass. 

While your thoughts were scolding your actions, a hand reached out and pulled you into the shadowy alleyway. Your head collided with the brick wall, sending your mind into a dizzying spin. Both arms were pinned by your side. No magic to get you out of this. 

The idiot who thought he could take you stared you down. 

“It’s not smart to do that out in the open.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. Your eyes were wide as you tried to play it off. “Do what?”

He smirked. “Really going to play that game?” His hickory brown eyes flickered towards the street. “Lucky teen to get knocked down by nothing before the car could hit.”

Not so lucky idiot. 

When his eyes left yours, his grip slackened. Snapping your wrist up, you broke free and hit his chest, your palm sending frost across his shirt. The attack took him by surprise. It was enough for you to take off down the alleyway to safety. The hood slipped from your head, but you couldn’t risk the distraction of putting it back. 

Dodging dumpsters and decaying crates, you ran for your life. The Purgo had found you. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

The Purgo was right on your heels. With the mere seconds you could spare, you turned and sent debris flying, aiming for his face. The agility of this guy was insane. He was able to jump out of the way before the garbage could knock him over. During one of your throws, a pipe leaning against the wall rattled and fell unnaturally into your path. Your foot caught the rounded edge and you slipped. 

The Purgo lept at the opportunity, grabbing your arm and slamming you against the wall. You fought and kicked to try and get loose again, but he’d learned. Sweat dripped down the side of his face; his breath hurried and shallow. He leaned in and spoke in a low voice. 

“Stop fighting.” He gritted his teeth and adjusted his grip. “I’m not Purgo. I’m one of you.”

The fight in you paused at that. But it could be a trick. “Prove it.”

He sighed. “I’m going to let your left hand go, okay? But please don’t hit me again.” A second ticked and you nodded. Like he promised, he released your left wrist. You waited for the blow, for the knife to slice through your stomach. It never came. 

Instead, he raised his hand to your eye level, clicked his fingers, and sparked a flame, blue and brilliant. 

Relief helped every one of your muscles relax. You weren’t going to die. Yet. Feeling your fight leave, he let go of your other wrist. It was a rarity to meet another person like yourself. All of you tended to isolate. Numbers gave way to notice. 

Extinguishing the flame, he stepped back and smiled. “I’m Jinyoung.” He held out his hand. 

You took it with a straight face, his fingers now cool to the touch. “(Y/n).” You dropped his hand and folded your arms. “You know, most of us try to avoid each other, not chase them down in broad daylight.”

“Yeah, you’re right, most do. At least, they used to.”

That comment made you frown. “Used to?”

“That’s why I was trying to talk to you.”

“Hell of a way to do it,” you snapped. He wasn’t fazed. 

“Can’t be too careful.” Lowering his voice, he went on, “We’re gathering.”

You looked at him up and down, taking in his less than impressive stature. Still, he was handsome. The kind that got you into trouble. “Thanks, but I’m not interested in any magical convention to talk about our near death experiences with the Purgo.”

Hoping that would be the end of it, you started to walk away. But Jinyoung caught your arm after half a step. 

“We’re trying to end this war for good.”

You still wanted to leave. However, you decided to hear him out. For a few more seconds, at least. 

“I’ve been watching you - it’s not that creepy,” he jumped in when you opened your mouth. “I just needed to know where you stood.” The corner of his lip lifted. “You help people. You use your gift for good. People like us deserve to live. But we have to fight for it. Are you willing to do that?”

It was enticing. How could it not be? The idea of no longer running felt like a dream. One that you once thought impossible, always out of reach. 

But your instincts since you were born were always to run. Could you change that easily?

Before you could answer, two silhouettes appeared at the end of the alley. Familiar sticks that sparked and spat out blue flickers of electricity sat threateningly in their hands. 

“Time to run.”

Jinyoung took your hand as he waved his other through the air. Behind you, a portal opened up, stealing a gasp from your lips. Only the fully trained were able to summon a portal this steady. Jinyoung gave you no chance to take in. He yanked you through just as the Purgo pounced. 

The portal closed, leaving you safe. 

“Where are we?” you demanded, though you refused to let go of his hand. 

He smiled at you fully as he said, “Our safe haven.”