In this world, magical being were incredibly feared. Vampires, werewolves, sirens, witches, demons, etc. Humans were terrified of them all, and some hated them with a burning passion.

You had been Jisung’s roommate for about a week now, and he was hella suspicious of you.

Because, y’know, you were kinda a sus person.

You were a witch, descended from the most powerful and notable family in the magical world.

After one week of the cute nerd being your roommate, you decided to practice your magic in your shared room while he was at a party. Bright, glowing magic swished through the air, encircling you as you rose from the floor, objects beginning to rise.

Ahh…it felt so good to finally be yourself. Really, really alive.

Suddenly-

“Hey, the party got canceled because of the rain, so I-”

Shit.

Jisung walked back in, and his jaw dropped. His shaggy brown curls framed his cute round cheeks, his chocolate-brown eyes wide. His long eyelashes fluttered in shock, his mouth wide. His small, slim body froze, and he pushed his large, bronze, round glasses up his nose.

Oh. Fu-

Jisung screamed.