Midas Lights a Flame

Jeongguk is tired of his magic speaking for him.

“Crazy, huh?” Jeongguk asks. He snaps his fingers, leaning back in the chair, and gives Namjoon the brightest smile he can muster in his condition as the candles between them light up in a gust of wind. “To think someone would just go and blow up a building.”

Namjoon reaches for the kettle, arranging the herbs presented in one of his many small, delicate cups. The ones he used to collect when they were studying together; Jeongguk has gifted him half of them. Quietly, he agrees, “Yes. But they’ll be found soon enough.”