Back in Korea things just got busier than ever. The Kcon in LA, the MelOn Premier Showcase, the release of the new album and the upcoming of the tour. Everyone was very excited and kept working very hard. Myriam, with everything going on in her life hoped to succeed at her job but always spared a minute to check in with Sam or Cas.

"Nervous?" she asked one day before the first concert.

The practice was over, the sound checks done, it was all the boys had ever worked for. They wished they could tattoo that date into a very special corner in their memory: October 17th, the beginning of their The Red Bullet Tour.

"A little," Namjoon commented with a smile and removing the sweat drops of his forehead with a towel.

"All the protection is up as well," Tae added with a wink.

"For real? You sure?" she arched an eyebrow.

"Just like you taught us," Jungkook added. "Though, I think we skipped a few of the farthest walls."

"Heh, don't worry about those. I got you covered. Your work was also very good to be the first time," she complimented. "Oh, Sejin-ssi."

Everyone turned around to look at the man. He had been their manager for a couple of months now and the guys loved him.

"Myriam-seonbae," he bowed respectfully to salute her and then turned his attention to the boys. "Hey, we got to go. It's late and you still have to take a shower. Tomorrow is a big day and you need to rest. You did well today."

The guys beamed smiles at him agreeing that they should leave for the night. The nine people got into the van a both the manager as well as the witch listened to their euphoric hopes. If they managed to sell out the entrances for the AX-Korea that would mean that fifteen thousand people had given them a chance. It was an exhilarating thought.

"Oi, Sejin-ssi," Myriam got the driver's attention. "What do you say we buy them diner?"

Behind them, there was still too much chaos for the boys to notice their intentions. The manager looked through the rear mirror and nodded knowingly.

He drove steadily without anyone noticing until Yoongi, perceptive as always, said out loud:

"This isn't the way home."

The rest of the group members caught on to that. They agreed with the second oldest.

"Hey, where are you taking us?" Jin interrogated.

"Drive-thru," she answered.

"Diner is on us," Sejin voiced.

"For real!?" Taehyung chirped.

"Yup so, order up. I'm taking notes," the female assured.

Everyone was so excited they started bombarding her right away. It was fun to see them so cheerful even though they were exhausted from practice. Therefore, they ordered very quickly and hurried back to the apartment.

Bang PD had promised to relocate them to a better apartment the next year if the tour was a success. He should because that tiny place with just one room, mini bathroom, miniature kitchen and just enough space for their low table was getting on Myriam's nerves. She was aware of the financial situation of the company but to have three bunk beds and a single bed all in one room full of adolescents and barely legal young men was really a sight to behold.

Still, the members of BTS seemed content. They trusted their boss, their dream and one another. If they kept working hard, they were sure it would pay off in the end. They just needed to be patient.

Myriam watched from the door as the guys prepared the table, sat themselves down and thanked for the food. Her heart warmed and with a last word of advice, she left the place with Sejin.

"Do you need to go to the main building seonbaenim?" he asked.

If they compared looks, she seemed younger than the man. What with him being taller, wearing glasses and being in his early thirties it sure was a bit deceptive. Nevertheless, she had been working at BigHit for a longer time, so he always addressed her respectfully. Myriam was thankful. Being the only foreign working so closely with the group was sometimes seen badly by other staff members.

Funnily enough, it was rarely BigHit's newcomers. Instead it was the staff from other companies with which she had had some encounters. Yet, just like that Swift girl sang: haters' gonna hate. So Myriam had stopped burdening herself with unnecessary and unrequested comments. She had too much on her plate as it was with out the unwanted attention. For that, she was happy to work in a very nice environment inside the ranks of BigHit.

"Not really. I mean, it's closer to where I live I suppose but I don't need to go to the main building to get to my apartment if you got nothing to do there."

"Oh! I live close by too. I'll take the van back and we can head home after that. Sounds good?"

"In that case, sure."

There was a silence for a moment.

"Seonbaenim," he began.

"Yeah?"

"Tomorrow… they will succeed tomorrow, right?"

"I'm sure they will. People will love to see them on-stage. There are many who have been waiting for this to happen so I'm positive ARMY will love it."

"Yeah, I bet you're right."

With that last comment they fell into a comfortable silence and drove on.

The next morning was busy, everyone got up with high hopes. BTS arrived to the concert hall before midday, they tried on all their outfits and checked for any last minute fixing. Everyone but Namjoon's were perfect. Somehow he had managed to unstitch one pair of pants. The God of Destruction sat down half ashamed, half amused. The others just laughed and teased their poor leader.

The boys then sat on the chairs and allow the stylists to do their jobs: hair and make up. They were little by little becoming BTS' Rap Monster, Jin, SUGA, J-Hope, Jimin, V and Jungkook. The clock kept ticking.

The mics were placed, the last encouraging words were shared, places were taken and the show began with their song N.O.

Myriam's chest filled with pride as she listened to the ARMY's cheerful screams. BTS performed with all their might to leave a good impression and pay back their fans' loyalty and trust. It was an amazing feeling for everyone present.

After the concert and on their way to the dorms the boys were satisfied with their work but knew they still had to improve in some aspects. They made a quiet promise that they would do even better the next day.

Manager Sejin smiled pleased. One concert down, nine to go.

The weeks seemed to fly and before they knew it, it was already past mid December. This meant that after the Bangkok concert there was only one more show to go. However, after this presentation Hobi noticed a change in Myriam. True, their friendship was a bit different now but they were still close or so he wanted to think. He had wanted things to stay the same but whenever he asked if she was ok, there was always that small voice in the back of his mind that told him that everything wrong in her life had to do with monsters. That alone unsettled him.

She noticed. Of course she did so she tried to keep their relationship as normal as possible too or, at the very least, as vague in details as she could the same way she had done since they met. It certainly didn't help that the young ones were thrilled with the idea of having a witch around. The supernatural factor had added an interesting flavor to their group's dynamic. Those three had always been close but this was a whole other level. Namjoon, Yoongi and Hobi were particularly restless that they would dive too deep and too carelessly into this stuff. Jin fooled around with the idea to humor the little ones though Hobi was unsure how serious the eldest really was.

Yet, he couldn't help but worry about Myriam. First and foremost, she was his friend. That's why he couldn't help to notice her anxiety.

"Oi, do you think she's ok?" Hobi finally asked Yoongi.

"What?" the other responded a bit surprised. "Who?"

Hobi made a head gesture in Myriam's direction.

"Doesn't she look a bit… uhm… anxious?" Hobi continued.

"Do you think it has to do with us or…?"

"Well, last time she was like this, Sam and Dean were looking for the… uhm… th-the dog-thing."

Yoongi took a second to weigh Hobi's words.

"Oh, I think you're right."

"Should we ask her?"

"Sure, ask her."

"What?! No. I-I-I don't think I can. What if something horrible happened or, worse, is about to happen. I-I-I can't. Not yet."

Yoongi was silent. He knew well how all this train of new information had affected the lead dancer. Hobi had woken up in fear multiple times in the middle of the night ever since Myriam's confession. Yoongi was torn. He cared for Myriam but he had never been good at reaching out first. What if he was prying too much? On the other hand, how could he leave Hobi so worried? And so he decided on doing the next best thing.

Hours after they landed in Korea, and finally in her small apartment, Myriam placed the kettle on the stove. She had earned a nice cup of tea. There was one more concert to wrap up this tour which wouldn't take place until March. Yet from that day until the last presentation, the schedule was very busy. That without considering what was happening with the Winchesters back in the US. She was pondering whether or not she should go to them when her notification bell rang.

Hey, if you got something to say, just spit it out. –Y

Myriam smiled. Other than the songs he wrote, Yoongi had never been particularly good at sharing his emotions or having heart-to-hearts. Not even when he really cared for someone.

You ok? –M

What?! I asked first. :( –Y

Actually, you didn't. –M

So what do my first message mean then? –Y

The witch couldn't help but laugh as she placed her mug on the counter. It was very fun to mess with Yoongi. Most of the people thought he was this super cool, serious and mysterious person when they saw him. True, he wouldn't take trash from anyone and could be savage as hell but in real life Min Yoongi was a very shy person that would magically transform into a goofball when he felt safe. For him to text was strange and Myriam didn't want to ruin the mood with her family issues but she admired the efforts of BTS' #1 introvert. He deserved her honesty.

Still there? –Y

Without realizing it, she had taken too long to answer.

Sorry, yes. Still here. What gave me away? –M

You play too much with your bracelet. –Y

Ah. Sorry. Very old habit. Difficult to get rid of it. –M

Nothing.

Yoongi was about to quit and simply fall asleep. Suddenly:

Got a message from Sam today. Dean killed Cain. –M

Isn't that a good thing? –Y

Honestly? Not sure. I think about this time and time again and the more I do the more I worry. If this is true, then that means that Dean is not only the last bearer of the mark but potentially the last Knight of Hell. There is nothing and no one powerful enough to willingly kill him anymore should the worse happen. –M

Or, at least, not that I can think of right now. –M

Ah. –Y

The answer was short and Myriam's anxiety crawled back. Her head filled with what-ifs and horrible bloody scenarios. What if Deanmon came back? What if he took over Hell? What if he killed Sam or Cas? What if…

Are you going to the bunker then? –Y

I don't know if I should. What's done is done and, like Sam says, even if I go now nothing will change. –M

Well, whatever you do, be sure to tell us in advance. It would suck to suddenly get to work and find out we are one stylist short. You know just how long it takes to get Jimin ready. –Y

Promise :-) –M

Now off to bed. You have to regain your strength for the Christmas Special recording on the 23rd. That's less than three days from today. –M

Fine. Goodnight. –Y

Oh, and, Yoongi? –M

Mmm –Y

Thank you –M

He didn't reply back but Myriam was sure he read it. Surprisingly, even though nothing had really changed, the witch felt better, lighter. This made her happy to the core. She sipped from her mug and decided she had earned some rest as well. Something inside her insisted that they'd find a way like they always did.

Myriam woke up violently next morning. Her heart thumping, the image still stuck in her mind and a buzz in her ears that wouldn't stop. At fist she was a bit lost in time and space but soon she realized that the buzzing wasn't in her mind at all. Her phone was vibrating on the night stand nonstop.

Still felling a bit dizzy, she took the device on her hands thinking it was an incoming call. To her surprise, it turned out to be a newly formed group chat called "The magic 4 and Jin". Apparently, the younger ones were awake and thought it would be a great day to learn something new.

Myriam smiled while shaking her head. The clock in her phone marked almost 9 a.m.

I'll be there soon. –M

She took a couple of minutes to get ready and retrieved from her hiding place a small ceramic jar and one of her journals/grimoire. It was the very first one she had ever written and contained most of her mom's teachings. Myriam caressed the cover softly considering for a moment if she should show this to the boys. What the hell? She thought and placed both items carefully into her old, purple backpack.

Luckily for her, even though there was some traffic, she lived relatively close from the guys' place. After she texted, it took her under an hour to be there. Nevertheless, Taehyung swung open the door as soon as she reached their floor.

"What took you so long?" he asked with a pout.

It was obvious that he (and the other two) had been standing guard by the window until she got into the building.

"Sorry. Got stuck in traffic," she apologized as she took off her coat.

"Noona!" Jimin exclaimed and bounced her way to take the clothing.

"I see you guys are ready," Myriam noted as the mischievous Jimin and Tae made her sit down at the table.

Little Jungkookie was also sitting down, pen and paper on his hand to take notes. Myriam snorted. He was never this excited when it came to school. None of them really. Yet, here they were, all ready for class.

The witch got her journal out. Since this was the first grimoire they had ever seen, the boys were mesmerized.

"Is that…?" Tae couldn't even finish.

"Well, this is my first journal slash grimoire. I was never sure what format I should use so I kind of mixed it all. Afterwards I met another witch who taught me how to do it properly but this will forever be my favorite," she explained as she laid the book on the table.

"May I?" Jimin asked.

"Sure. Just be careful. Even with the preservation spell this is quite fragile."

The tome was at least three fingers thick. The paper was a bit yellow on the edges and the dark-brown, leather cover felt worn out. Jimin and the other two were a bit taken aback.

The handwriting was pretty and there were small pouches specially pasted on some pages where flowers, seeds, leaves or herbs (both alive and dried out) could be found. There were also a couple of drawings equally pasted on some of the pages next to some texts. The amount of details in the little pieces of paper and the technique were beautiful.

"Noona, I didn't know you could draw like this?" Jungkook finally commented.

"Oh! I can't. That's why I got those in the first place, a friend of mine made them for me. He was such a prodigy with the brush. He usually painted larger pieces but I begged him to recreate some of his work in this size. I only pasted them."

It was a bit hard to believe that those tiny landscapes were once real places. The language, just like the sceneries, was completely foreign to them so if there was an explanation, they couldn't understand it.

"I can't read it," Tae finally stated the obvious.

"Of course you can't. It's written in old, rough Turkish combined with Latin. I would actually be surprised if you could read it."

"Latin?" Jimin asked.

"Yeah," Myriam said softly with a hint of sadness in her voice but a smile on her face. "My mom, she uhm… she was born in Italy. I think she told me that somewhere around the beginning of the year 1100. May be a little afterwards, she was never sure. Anyways, she came from a line of witches but since Christians were hunting them down she had to flee at an early age. My grandma and her arrived at the Anatolian mountains during an epidemic. With their knowledge in magic and herbs they were able to heal the people. It wasn't easy but they were eventually welcome within the community. I never met my grandmother but my mom used to tell me stories about her and how she passed away at the age of 499. Said she remembered because it was an infuriating number."

"Wasn't it dangerous to stay for so long in one community? I mean with you not aging and stuff?" Jimin asked.

"Mmm… I guess it was a risky move but ultimately my mom and grandma chose to trust the Yörüks. It was a win-win for both in the end. Besides, my family did age, just, slower. Of course there were challenges and obstacles but ultimately, like I said, they became part of the community as did I. My mom taught me Latin and I also got some other teachers along my childhood. Instead of a payment in coin, my mom sometimes would ask her patients to share knowledge with us. That's the kind of woman she was. So I got people who taught me how to read and write, people who taught me "Ottoman Turkish" and some other stuff."

"Whoa. So you can say you were homeschooled?" Tae added.

"That is what my CV says," she winked.

"Noona," Jungkook piped up, "where are all this places or… were?"

Myriam's smile changed for good and she proceeded to explain animatedly.

"These first ones are my home: The Anatolian Mountains. This particular spot is where our winter camp used to be, just outside Sanliurfa. It was on the southern part of Turkey which was warmer on those months. These that follow were the stops we did while traveling to Korea."

She stopped short. Her lower lip quivered for a second.

"A-anyways uhm… not my point. I brought this grimoire because most of my research and knowledge of Korean herbology are here," she paused as she moved the pages forward. "Here. Today I'll teach you two remedies that will come in handy. One is for sore throat and the other is a balm for muscular pain and cuts."

"But we already have medicine for that," Jimin argued.

The three boys seemed a bit disappointed at what she had to offer. They were definitely hoping for something juicier. Learning about the magic sigils for protection had been really interesting and the silencing spell was great but this seemed so… boring.

"True, you have modern medicine at your disposal but I'm willing to bet my remedies are better."

The young ones still looked unsure.

"Fine. Let's bet. If my remedy works better than yours, I'll get a favor I can collect whenever I want. If you win, I'll teach you whatever you want," she offered.

"It's a trap," Yoongi warned from the bedroom.

"Hyung!" Tae countered a bit offended.

"Oh, so you were all listening after all," Myriam teased. "Hi there."

"Deal!" Jimin held out his hand.

The female shook his hand, then Tae's and finally Jungkook's.

"Ok. One of you go get whatever product you would use for a cut."

Tae got up.

"Jin-hyung! Where's the first-aid kit?"

Jin came out of the bedroom and went to one of the cabinets in the kitchen.

"Here you go. Why do you need it?" the oldest handed the white box. "Who's hurt?"

"Well, I might need a volunteer. Would you like to be my guinea pig?" Myriam commented in a teasing tone.

"Nope, I just came for some water," Jin scuttled back to the room after filling a glass and closed the door behind him.

Everyone laughed.

"Ok, ok but for real, I need a volunteer," the girl was finally able to say.

Laughter faded away and dubious about what could potentially happen, the young ones looked at each other, unsure. They figured it was going to hurt, even if it was just a little. The witch watched them. She couldn't help but think about small children in line to get vaccinated. It was very funny to her.

Finally, Jungkook raised his hand a bit.

"Oki doki," she nodded. "Place your hands on the table, face up. Good, now, stretch your arms towards me."

"Ouch."

In a single move, the girl had made a cut on both index fingers. It had happened so quickly none of the boys had seen it actually happen. They never even noticed when their friend had gotten a knife on her hands until she placed it on the table for everyone to see.

More than a knife though, it seemed more like a letter opener. It was quite small and easily concealed.

"When… where…?" Jimin tried asking in disbelief.

"Noona, you were like a ninja! I just heard a small whoosh and it was over!" Jungkook articulated excited.

"Old trick. Lots of practice. Pretty handy when playing cards," she winked at the boy.

The young men looked mesmerized as the blood dripped from the youngest's finger tips. It wasn't an awfully deep cut but that amount of blood seemed ridiculous. Tae panicked a bit. He took out some gauze from the kit and pressed it lightly against the injuries.

"Now, Taetae, apply some of your balm to the right index," the female instructed.

Taehyung obeyed. The bleeding didn't stop completely but it created a type of paste on top of the wound.

"Jimin," the witch took out her little jar, "apply this to the left index."

The paste inside the jar was a suspicious green color but didn't smell that bad. Jimin followed the instructions given to him. The remedy felt a bit thick on his fingers but almost as soon as Jimin applied it to the affected area, Jungkook's skin absorbed the remedy leaving nothing behind but the stain of blood.

"It didn't even leave a scar," Jungkook said upon further inspection.

The guys now had stars in their eyes.

"I win."

The stylist seemed very pleased with herself.

"HYUNGS!" Jungkook boomed. "HYUNGS YOU NEED TO SEE THIS!"

The youngest barged in the bedroom making it clear that everyone had been summoned.

"Oi! Jungkoook-ah what happened? Why are you still bleeding?" Namjoon asked concerned.

"Come! Come!" Jungkook insisted as he took his place back at the table.

He cleaned the artificial product off his right index prompting a new wave of blood to start running down his finger. The older members approached to see. Kook took some of Myriam's balm and watched the cut disappear as soon as the remedy touched his affected skin.

"Whoa!" Jin and Namjoon said in unison.

"Works better with superficial cuts and muscle pain. Deeper cuts would require more than one application or a different balm," Myriam explained.

"Muscle pain?" Namjoon's interest was piqued. "That sounds handy."

"What does it feel like Jungkookie?" Jin asked.

"Mmm… it stung a bit the first couple of seconds. Then… nothing really. It's like when you apply alcohol to an open wound. Right now it feels nice though. Like… mmm… it tickles but in a nice way," he tried to answer as best as he could.

"Whoa," Hobi said impressed.

"Told you it was a trap," Yoongi pointed out before going back to his room.

"W-would it work for my legs?" Hobi asked shyly.

Myriam was a bit surprised.

"Sure. Take some with your fingers and apply on the affected zone. It should feel better straightaway," she answered handing him the jar.

"You don't need it?" he asked a bit unsure.

"Not now."

"Thanks."

Hobi went into the bathroom and both Jin and Namjoon sat down with a renewed interest for the class.

"Ok. First thing's first. Ingredients," Myriam began.

Five minutes later they all saw Hobi coming out of the restroom with a serious face.

"Did it work?" Jin asked interrupting the teacher mid-sentence. "Sorry noona."

"No problem," she answered.

She too was curious.

"Mm? Oh, yeah. It works," Hobi said a bit distracted.

"Are you ok?" Myriam ventured.

"Yeah. It's just…" he paused not knowing how to continue. "I… I haven't felt like this in a while. Feels weird not to have something that hurts you anymore."

They all smiled.

"In that case, we promise to learn the recipe quickly so we can always have some around," Jimin declared.

"I'm counting on you all for that," Hobi responded.

He left the jar on the table and walked to the bedroom closing the door behind him.