All this stuff is just small ideas that I had for later on in the story! I was really excited to introduce Youngjae and Jongup but never got to it, so most of these are from them! Next up will be a few drabbles from later on in the plot! Enjoy ! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

• The transcendent moon shone high overhead, it’s thin beams of white light threading through the dark greens of the trees. Splotches of pale orbs littered the wet pavement where each cylinder of moonlight stretched to just barely reach. The sounds of nature, hushed and murmuring, hardly made their nightly ritualistic noises. The road was surrounded by the cold and clenching branches of trees, each reaching out to pluck up a passerby and them into the unpredictable treachery of the forest. He stood in the middle of that black road, the pure light of the moon just barely painting a picture of the world around him. An aged stone wall stood between him and the muddy terrain of the forest. The rain had moved on, opting to soak somewhere else with the throes of its sorrows. The pounding of thunder could be heard in the distance, further quieting those skittish nighttime beasts.

• Jongup brews potions in his closet and takes notes on how/what they do in spiral notebooks using bright coloured pens. He wears lots of bandaids (makes a lot of small mistakes) and is a bit skittish. Amazing smile though and very excellent pyromancer/evoker.

• Seeing Daehyun and Youngjae together was like listening to a beautiful harmony.  They belonged with each other. Daehyun's smile was always Youngjae's and Youngjae's laugh always carried on to Daehyun. It was as if they had been created just to meet each other and it was something that even Daehyun couldn't have foreseen. When Daehyun saw the bad, the foreboding, Youngjae created light and happiness with it. They were two parts to the perfect whole.

• “I’ve seen you before.” Daehyun stopped him from leaving with just that statement. The boy whipped around with terror deep in his eyes.

“In a vision,” he continued. “You were made to do tricks. There’s scarring on your wrists from the ropes, isn’t there?” He gestured to the boy’s bracelet-covered wrists.

“How did you know that?” He snapped, voice quiet but defensive. “You work for him, don’t you?”

Daehyun shook his head, tone remaining gentle and compassionate. “There’s no need to be afraid. We’re like you. Wizards, magicians, or whatever else you’d prefer to call us. All we want to do is help.” He stuck out his hand in a gesture of kindness and solidarity.

• His hair was an inky black and his eyes were an ethereal shade of icy blue. There was a touch of electricity when him and Junhong brushed hands. That’s when Junhong knew there was something about him that he needed to look into. The man apologized quickly, his voice quiet and rather warm. When him and Junhong made eye contact there was a glimpse of something otherworldly in his sharp blue eyes. He was fast, though, and excused himself before running off.

Perhaps back at the motel, Daehyun had seen their accidental, haphazard meeting.

• “You’re no magician.” The words stung as soon as they left Yongguk’s lips. “You never have been.”

‘I am a magician!’ Junhong wanted to say, to plead, ‘Look at all of the stuff that I’ve done!’ yet nothing left his mouth. He stood there, fists balled, and did the only thing that had come naturally in these past few months.

He cried.

Yongguk continued, even as he watched the tears fall from Junhong’s eyes. “You’re just a human trying to achieve what you’ll never be able to.”

It hurt. It hurt so badly and there was nothing that he could do but sit there and take it. Yongguk was wrong. He was a magician, a wizard, whatever! He had done so much in the past year that made him one. So why was he saying this? More than anyone else, Junhong trusted Yongguk. There was a bond between them that couldn’t be broken, yet here it was trying to be severed. Without magic, Junhong was just a nobody. He was nothing. There was nothing even left for him back home. Not a house, or people or anything. All he was in California was a bank account. He didn’t want to go back to living like he had before. It was dull, lifeless and boring. There was nothing to look forward to and nothing to be grateful for. Not even life itself.

• Watching Youngjae talk was like being lulled into a peaceful rest. The way he spoke was with ease and his voice dripped with a sultry warmth that could make anyone’s heart melt. Even when he was with clients, discussing how many grams of this and how much of that, he spoke with a gentleness in his tone that was enthralling. It was actually kind of laughable, really. The drug lord that everyone had been searching for was right here and he was kind, sympathetic, and, though sometimes crafty, he really, truly cared.

• Jongup was young, tireless. He smiled like no other, and each and every turn of the lips was nothing short of genuine. He spoke slowly, but softly. The bracelets that adorned his wrists hid a wretched past that came alive in his dreams. His body was always warm and the fire that sprung from his fingertips must have been called straight out of the warmth in his heart.

• “India’s really different from here, isn’t it?” Youngjae hummed, eyes fixated on the rainwater running down the sidewalk towards a sewer grate. His lips were pursed in some degree of confusion and his long eyelashes fluttered as he looked up at Daehyun.

“As different as another country can be, I suppose.” Daehyun answered, brushing away the hair that was obscuring his view of the other.

“Sometimes,” Youngjae chuckled to himself. “Your accent gets so thick that I don’t know what you’re saying.”

He opened his mouth to retort, but closed it as he saw Youngjae was preparing to say something else, something more.

“Whenever you’re an to me, I just try to excuse it with the fact that you’re from a different country, and that things must be much different over there. It’s been harder to excuse lately, honestly, but I can’t help but laugh whenever you make fun of me. It’s like that weird friend-teasing that people do. I don’t know if you guys do that, but here we do. It hurt a little at first, because I barely knew anything about you, but now I really enjoy it, honestly.”

Daehyun scooted closer, ignoring the wet sidewalk that wet the seat of his pants. “Is that you admitting that you like me?”

This time, Youngjae laughed loudly, his head being thrown back. “You like to only hear what you want, huh?”