Of Broomsticks, Cats, and Witches
Description
Chanyeol is a very scientific man.
Very scientific.
So when he's admitted into a school for monsters, he's pretty sure that someone's pulling his leg. That is, he thinks someone's pulling his leg until the pretty girl who greeted him at the door turns into an admittedly pretty guy before his very eyes. Surrounded by werewolves, banshees, unicorns, and a whole other slew of mythical creatures, Chanyeol is thrown into the world of supernaturals head-first and has no way out. Worse yet, he's now a beacon for trouble. Now, in order to get out of the death-trap he calls school, he has to uncover evil plots, master a series of magical spells, fight monsters (the ones that aren't his classmates), and do some free counseling on the side.
Oh no.
His chronic 'I-can't-do-this-someone-please-kill-me' disease is acting up.
Foreword
MAKING A HUNDRED FRIENDS IS NOT A MIRACLE. THE MIRACLE IS TO MAKE A SINGLE FRIEND WHO WILL STAND BY YOUR SIDE WHEN EVERYONE ELSE IS AGAINST YOU.
The sky was alight with color, bathed in warm vermillions, bright tangerines, and subtle roses. A faint, midnight blue rose up from the ground, threatening to swallow everything in its path. The sun burned red in the sky, its radiance dying out as the night swelled.
Chanyeol sighed, looking at Baekhyun. The petite boy was glaring at the setting sun, as if accusing it for all the troubles that were plaguing him. Biting the inside of his cheek, Chanyeol turned in his seat, the worn oak creaking. "Are you still mad at me?"
No reply.
Sighing again, Chanyeol his lips. "You know, you don't have to be so touchy. I only told you the truth."
Baekhyun turned his head at this, focusing his glare on Chanyeol instead of the sinking sun. "I don't have to be touchy?! Me?! I have the right to be pissed off, Park Chanyeol! First you insult me, then you make a fool of me in front of everyone, and then all of your problems come flying in at once and fall onto my shoulders! How do you think I feel, having to deal with all your just because we're partners for one lousy project?!"
Chanyeol narrowed his eyes pensively, turning to stare at the setting sun. "When did I insult you?"
Scoffing, Baekhyun rolled his eyes, his arms folded neatly in front of him. "Oh, just the second you met me. You know. With your whole 'I-think-you're-an-idiot' speech and then your rude - incredibly rude, actually - comments on my face. Not to mention that you told me I was like 'a teenage girl pumped up on horomones', that I was short, and that my abilites were stupid."
Chanyeol blinked in a puzzled manner for a few seconds before bursting out into laughter. He laughed so hard that the chair he was sitting on creaked violently, nearly threatening to give away under him. Baekhyun glared at him.
"Did you take that seriously? I was just speculating that the fact that you were a guy who regularly wore makeup, and the whole Joora-Joonmyeon thing earlier messed me up pretty bad. I couldn't think straight."
Baekhyun pouted. "That doesn't mean it didn't hurt to hear about all of my imperfections."
Laughing again, Chanyeol affectionately messed up the brunet's carefully styled hair, a carefree grin gracing his lips. "Your imperfection is perfectly beautiful."
Written for the Solstice Writing Contest. Prompts used are bolded.
I encourage every who reads this story to join! Knowing me, I probably won't finish this in time, but I have until next year, right? Story... START!
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