Junk

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The night air was filled with the scent of blueberry pie and wild herbs, the true scent of a light witcher. Taehyung confidently gripped the broom handle, flying high above the forest to the annual Sabbath. He was anticipating a joyful night with his coven, when suddenly the space around him suddenly distorted.

Below, in a clearing hidden among the trees, a powerful dark mage was performing a ritual. Concentrated streams of his powerful, heavy magic, trailing the tart scent of bitter chocolate, shot skyward. Jungkook's spell resonated with the Omega's soft aura, and Taehyung's broom instantly veered off course. Unable to hold on, the witcher plummeted with a soft cry, landing directly in the center of a magic circle drawn on the ground.

The dark runes flared, absorbing Taehyung's light energy. Feeling his strength instantly drain, leaving only a ringing emptiness and weakness in his body, he tried to rise, but his knees buckled. Stepping out of the shadows, the master of these lands himself slowly approached him. Jungkook, a strong and frighteningly calm alpha, cast an attentive, thoughtful glance at the unexpected guest. He had long sought a true mate from the witch lineage, acutely sensing that only a light witcher could balance his dark essence. And now fate itself, subservient to his magic, had thrown this treasure right into his hands.

Jungkook crouched down in front of the exhausted omega, whose lips were frozen in silent fear. His handsome face lit up with a playful, understanding smile.

Taehyung, breathing heavily, tried to crawl away, knowing that without a drop of magic he wouldn't be able to return home or continue on to the Sabbath. But Jungkook merely extended his hand, rightly judging that he certainly wouldn't miss such a chance. The dark mage was in no hurry to help the witcher regain his strength. Why, if now this charming omega was completely dependent on him? "Are you in a hurry, little witch?" Jungkook asked in a velvety, strong voice, barely touching the boy's cheekbone with his fingers. "I think you'll stay with me."