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[hufflein]

ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ

 hogwarts is magical, even in terms of love. a story in which idiots pin after other fools that refuse to accept disgusting emotions. otp(s): sinmei, jessbom, naeun, & arichan. ✉: bc #yolo i have no life. this is for highkey for shits & giggles but also lowkey to give feelz to marauders squad. 

“seungyeonie! there you are ~”

said boy peers up from the book he’s reading, blowing strands of dyed blond hair out of his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. there’s merely one reason hufflepuff’s head boy would be searching for him, & one reason alone. “hello hyung. let me guess-- you’re wondering where mei is.” 

shinhwa chuckles, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “well. yeah. not that i don’t enjoy your company or anything. you’re great, kiddo.”  he affectionately ruffles the younger’s hair, “let’s hang out tomorrow after your care of magical creatures class.” seungyeon playfully rolls his eyes, “yeah, yeah i’m up for it, hyung. in any case, your beloved happens to be with her friends. said something about heading to the great lake. i think saebom tagged along?” 

- - - - - - - - 

“saebom, WHAT in MERLIN’S NAME are you DOING?”

“i’m playing with the big guy, arazely. what else?” the slytherin boy smirks as he wrestles the tentacles of the school’s lake’s resident, the giant squid. 

“oh my god why is he like this” mei groans, planting her face in her hands in embarrassment. “he really needs to stop asking for trou-- wait. jess?! where’d you get that popcorn?”

“shhh we’re trying to enjoy the show,” nadine automatically interrupts while shoving popcorn into her mouth, completely invested in the scene unfolding before them just as much as jess is.  “MATE THIS ISN’T A REAL FIGHT, DON’T HIT ME, THE HELL! NOW YOU’VE DONE IT, C’MERE”  arazely & mei both want to melt into the grass. saebom oh is overly frustrating ninety percent of the time, yet the two can’t help but worry for his dear life.  - - - - - - - -

“what were you thinking? you could have gotten yourself & squiddy hurt! if i were slytherin’s head boy, i’d be taking points away for this.”  the four girls watch sinhwa lecturing a soaked saebom from under the shady tree. his gentle nature is gone, a stern one taking its place. nadine elbows mei’s side, “your boyfriend’s kind of scary when serious. it’s beautiful.” 

“he’s not my boyfriend,” she whines, shoving nadine away from her. 

jess jumps in, not taking her eyes off of saebom. merlin, he looks more attractive than usual. “yeah, nadine. not her boyfriend. yet! soon hopefully. they’re both dumb.”  

“um at least my quote on quote boyfriend hasn’t gotten into a wrestling match with the giant squid!” 

“you want to fight? let’s go, right now.”  “sit doWN JESSICA WE ARE NOT DOING THIS RIGHT NOW” arazely struggles to pull jess away before she lunges at their friend. nadine is no help whatsoever because she’s rolling on the grass, clutching onto her stomach from laughing too hard. 

the commotion is so loud, the boys turn to them, a glint of curiousness washing over their confused faces. once they catch sight of the poor hufflepuff straining to pull back a wand equipped jessica, they rush right over. 

- - - - - - - -

“you’re such an idiot. imagine if you had caught a cold. not that i care though. the entire fiasco was hilarious.” the lavender haired female speaks, ignoring her quickened heart beat. 

she & saebom are currently making themselves comfortable in the slytherin dungeon’s couches. the fireplace is lit, providing a pleasant & much needed warmth to the boy that had gotten himself in quite the predicament not that long ago. 

“it caught your attention, that’s enough for me. cold or not, it was worth it.” 

“stop being gross, i’ll castrate you, i swear” 

a pillow is flung at his head, hitting straight in the face. a laugh runs past his lips as he flings it back, careful not to smack her in the area in which she did him. his interest in jessica isn’t a secret. never has been, never will be. it’ll be shocking if anyone DIDN’T know about his known feelings, honestly. there’s nothing saebom wants more than to be able to hold her hand & kiss the top of her head, be with her during good & bad times. but, in the end, he can’t seem to read her or how she feels in return. 

so, the only thing he can do for now is tease the heck out of her. 

“hey, jess.”

“what?” 

“you’re cuter than any pygmy puff i’ve ever seen.” 

“IF YOU DON’T SHUT Up SAEBOM OH” 

“it’s true though? when have i ever lied to you?”

gods, help her, she could explode at any minute & it’ll be all of his fault. why does he have to be irresistibly adorable? she could have fallen for any other idiot, but no, she had to fall for this specific one.

“you have three seconds to run before i ACTUALLY hex the fuck out of you. one.”

“JESS PLEASE NO”

“two”

“JESSICA”

“three” 

a frantic saebom leaps out of the couch in under a split second, dashing tpwards his dorm room, leaving a pleased jessica smirking to herself in the common room. ah, yes, she indeed adores that boy. too much that she believes its unhealthy at this point. 

- - - - - - - -

“i can’t believe mei & jess ditched us for their boyfriends,” nadine huffs, arm hooked with the girl next to her. “i know you wouldn’t betray me like this, ari. don’t be like those losers, stay the way you are: sweet & wonderful.” 

“uhm, yeah, no, i wouldn’t dare to betray you like that. never ever, bub,” arazely says amusingly. little does her friend know that a bouncy ginger she claims to despise is heading their way, & of course the younger doesn’t warn her. why on earth would she waste an opportunity this good? 

clearing her thoat, the hufflepuff hums. “will you look at the time! i’ve got to go meet up with.. um... seungyeon! that’s right, we’re having a study meetup today. gotta go, bye!”

“ARI, WAIt WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAY SO QUICKLY--”

“hey nadine. wanna go on a date?” 

that stupid, beautiful voice. she knows its owner like the back of her hand. she takes back everything said about ari. she’s a fake & a liar!!! her friend is going to get it when she sees her again, she swears on merlin’s beard. 

“i’ve told you, euncheol. i don’t date gryffindors. they’re losers” nadine turns to her housemate. yes. they’re in the same house, yet--

“you’re a gryffindor, nadine. calling yourself a loser now, are ya?” euncheol raises a questioning brow, arms crossed against his chest. 

“i’m the exception. anyway, shouldn’t you be worried about, i don’t know, graduating or something? this is your last year. saddening, isn’t it?” 

“mm, that’s exactly right. tis why i’m using the opportunity to see you again in future years. because you’re a person i don’t want to lose sight of.” 

nadine is stunned for a few seconds, thinking how he’ll be the death of her. she goes from taken aback to pretending to gag. “you’re so disgustingly cheesy. but that’s something i terribly like about you.”

euncheol can’t help but grin from ear to ear at the sudden revelation. his cheeks turn pinkish, not knowing what to say.

the girl rolls her eyes before matching his smile. “hogsmeade, next saturday after the hufflepuff vs ravenclaw match. deal?” 

“you got it!” 

- - - - - - - -

whenever mei happens to be with sinhwa, they always somehow end up in the courtyard, especially during a bright, sunny day with a beautiful sky shaded blue. the pair is constantly seen together yet everyone wonders why they aren’t together-- a couple. their feelings for one another is clear as a patronus prancing its way through darkness. 

taking a seat on the nearest bench, mei pats her lap with both hands, signaling him to rest his head on it. being head boy comes with countless responsibilities & although he seems to be unfazed most of the time, mei still worries. 

sinhwa contently sighs the moment the back of his head is cushioned on top of her thighs. their eyes meet & they begin to laugh. her fingers soothingly thread through his dark strands, causing him to release another happy sigh. 

“how’s everything? still pooped after that last prank?” mei questions with a faint smile. saebom & chanuk had made such a mess that day, they had detention for three weeks straight. 

“i’m fine, really. wasn’t slightly fazed. those two don’t surprise me anymore. i should know better than to believe they’d grow out of being pranksters.” 

“well, you know i have your back anyhow.”

“mm, that i do believe, miss megan.” he smiles, booping her nose. “thank you. your support is very much appreciated.” 

truly, it’s no wonder that the student body knows there’s something there. seeing them interact like that can make even the headmistress swoon & that’s no lie because she has before. 

- - - - - - - -

“seungyeon, seungyeonie, where is he? aaa i checked everywhere,” arazely pouts whilst walking the student-filled corridors. 

okay, so maybe searching for seungyeon was simply to cover her butt in case nadine wanted to kick it for leaving her with euncheol, even if she did it out of love. 

being deep in her thoughts, she doesn’t notice that she’s going to crash into the person in front of her until someone grabs her by the arm, bringing her to the side. 

“watch where you’re going, ara. it would’ve have been pretty if you had bumped head first into that scary lookin’ dude.” 

“oh, chanuk! you saved me from doing something dumb. again. haa, thanks for that.” 

“how many times has it been now? a million?” he questions smugly. “you’re seriously indebted to me. who else is going to rescue you that many times? no one, only me.” 

the hufflepuff girl pouts, “for the record, i don’t ask you to. you just do. because you’re kind like that. isn’t that right, chanukkie?” 

“sure i am. to you. if it were anyone else, i wouldn’t blink an eye.” he shrugs his shoulders. 

her face quickly heats up at his words & before she knows it, she starts running because nope, not today. good bye chanuk, you’re not about to make her feel things. 

it’s not long after that the slytherin boy’s amused laughter echoes throughout the halls of hogwarts school of witchcraft & wizardry. 

- - - - - - - -

next time on idiots in luv: arazely continues to run away from chanuk, jessica almosts confesses her tru feelz for saebom, mei & sinhwa have to do something abt these goddamn pranks, & nadine goes on her lil date with euncheol. that is all for today, goOD NIGHt.

[hufflein]

– last dance

yesterday night when i held hands with you and danced, with your radiantly glowing and beautiful one last smile red, orange, yellow, green, an ecstasy i can’t know it doesn’t go with the world that i used to see and feel

the sound of rain hitting against the window fills the darkened room as he lays in bed, lifelessly staring up at the ceiling above. 

the boy doesn’t remember the last time he’s been out of his bedroom. it’s been months since he’s actually left his house. doesn’t want to go anywhere, refuses to see anyone. 

he closes those tired eyes of his, falling into a deep slumber, one that he hopes he doesn’t wake up from. 

the rest of the world can easily move forward without yeo changgu. 

hyunggu can’t. 

...

he finds himself in a meadow full of red and yellow flowers, accompanied by a setting sun that he slowly reaches for, as if wanting to stop it from disappearing. retracting his arm, hyunggu takes a look at an empty hand before forming a fist. there’s nothing that can be done to stop the inevitable, a lesson he learned not too long ago. 

it gradually grows darker out and memories of how a pair of mischievous idiots used to sneak out to the quidditch pitch during the night to fly around on their brooms flash before him. they’re yelling into the night and having the time of their lives, nothing stopping them from living in the moment. 

a pained smile spreads across the hurting boy’s face, tears forming and eventually slipping down pinkish cheeks. maybe if he hadn’t pushed changgu so hard, he would have lived longer. if he would have been aware that he was sick, he wouldn’t have forced him at all. 

but no matter. it’s far too late to think about would haves and what ifs. changgu is long gone and he can only stand there, sobbing into his arm. 

with all the crying that he’s doing, hyunggu hardly notices a hand being placed on a quivering shoulder. it’s not until the person behind him speaks that causes him to tense up.

“is my big baby crying? you’re going to end up with an unbearable headache if you keep on like that.” 

that voice being all too familiar, it takes less than a second to face its owner.

“hyung,” a wide eyed hyunggu whimpers. it’s not long after that his hands desperately reach for changgu’s smiling face, and when they come into contact with warm, soft skin, he realizes it’s real. this is horrifically real. “hyung!” he cries out once more before wrapping arms around his neck and tackling him down. 

changgu’s back slams against green grass, surely squashing some flowers along the way. a hearty laugh escapes the older boy’s lips after securely wrapping his arms around his best friend’s frame, and goddammit, it’s like music to hyunggu’s ears. 

they stay quiet for a few minutes, both listening to a mixture of the younger’s on and off sobs as well as their breathing. 

“hyunggu.” changgu says softly, stroking his hair. “you can’t stay behind four walls forever. you have to go out; do what i didn’t have much time to do-- live.”

...

they dance under the moonlight for what seems like hours. talking, crying, laughing, chasing, and tackling each other until it’s time to say their final good bye. 

“you’ll always be in my heart, yeo changgu.”

“i’d better fucking be, kang hyunggu.”

“i love you.”

“i love you too. i’ll be your guardian angel, looking out for you from above until we meet again.”

hyunggu sees changgu brightly smile at him for the last time before everything around him turns black.

...

he opens those once tired eyes of his, falling back into the reality he once hated, one that he hopes will get better.

the rest of the world can easily move forward without yeo changgu.

hyunggu can’t. 

but he will make an effort to. 

[hufflein]

quidditch is life

gryffindor vs ravenclaw : in which rina leads her team to victory while the squad watches from the stands.  note: when the commentary is being made,  ★ is daehyun &  ☆ is youngjae! 

“listen up, team,” rina hollers, broom in hand. 

the loudness in the locker room quickly dies out as the members of the gryffindor quidditch team listen to their captain’s pep talk. 

“we’ve done great thus far. let’s not break our streak to those ravens,” she says, eyes twinkling and a hint of mischievousness in her tone of voice. 

she scans the faces of her team, staring at every single one of them affectionately. she’s worked them to the bone this season, thus making a promise of treating them to honeydukes whether they win the inter-house cup or not. 

“aw, check out how she’s looking at us,” coos wonshik, running, and almost tripping over his uniform, and looping his arms around her shoulder. 

“gross. get away from me.”  hakyeon joins in on the embrace, pressing his cheek to hers. she will murder them both after this game, she thinks. 

the rest of the team cheers, holding their brooms up, the bottom of their scarlet quidditch robes swaying back and forth. a beautiful sight, truly. 

rina is released from her teammates grasp and grins, “time to kick ass. let’s go.”

- - - 

the stands are full of excited students and teachers waiting to watch the much anticipated game. many have their binoculars in hand to get the best view of the players. 

“hello everyone. this is commentator jung daehyun reporting. alongside me is youngjae. say hello ~”

“don’t tell me what to do. anyway, hi folks. today’s game is ravenclaw vs gryffindor! i can smell the anticipation in the air,” youngjae speaks into his mic enthusiastically.

“it’s funny, isn’t it? our houses going head to head. i don’t know about you guys, but i feel like youngjae will be biased as alwa-- OW! you shi--” 

“mr. jung! language!” 

“he literally HIT me!”

“yoo, hands off.” 

“yes professor mcgonagall,” youngjae turns to smile at her, only to lock eyes with his girlfriend sitting behind her. he blows a kiss and sends a wink her way before facing forward again.  mcgonagall says nothing though you can tell by her expression that she’s unamused by his ‘romantic’ gestures. are all teenagers this greasy? heavens save them all. 

nadine, who’s cracking up with laughter because damn she really loves that idiot, is sitting beside jessica and hongbin. behind those three, mei, arazely, and jongup are, too, seated.  “excited to watch taekwoon play?” arazely playfully nudges mei. the pinkish tint that sprouts on the girl’s cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed. she opens her mouth to respond until jess beats her to the punch.

“she sure is. didn’t stop reminding me about the match all week!”  “that’s right,” hongbin jumps in to confirm, a smirk tugging at his lips. he’s a prodigy at teasing others at any given time. it’s no surprise that he and jess are in a relationship. they’re made for each other. “don’t worry, little one. i didn’t say a word to him about it though i probably should have. his reaction would have been priceless.”  “leave me alone,” the ravenclaw whines, hiding the redness in her face with her hands. “let’s not forget that we’re also here to support rina!!!” arazely laughs while jongup is highly confused but ends up smiling brightly anyhow. and nadine, well-- she stays staring at youngjae bicker with daehyun like a lovesick fool. 

down below, madam hooch is seen with broom in hand as the two teams walk onto the middle of the field. 

the stands go wild, whistling and chanting being heard from every direction. 

“game time!” daehyun yells, fist punching the air, waving it around hysterically. 

- - - 

“alright, you kids know the rules. i want a clean game,” the older woman states. 

rina hears taekwoon sigh beside her, and although she feels the struggle of wanting to get into the air asap, she can’t stop herself from poking fun at him for a bit. “hey taek,” she whispers, bumping his shoulder. the boy lazily turns his head, the look on his face asking “what?”  “don’t think that cause you’re my friend’s boy thing that my team’s going to go easy on you.”  taekwoon scoffs, clearly offended that the thought of putting no effort into competing against him even crossed her mind. “what ever do you mean?” 

“you knoooow,” rina wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. he sighs again, only this time a tad louder. why must mei hang around such strange people? he doesn’t deserve.  their little conversation is cut short when madam hooch finally says “mount your brooms.”  the fourteen players hurriedly do so, kicking the ground to fly upwards, and off they go in the speed of light. 

- - -  ★ “gryffindor’s hakyeon cha has the quaffle, nevermind i’ve spoken too soon -- sunyoung park of ravenclaw retrieves it. she’s going for the goal -- nope! excellent block from gryff’s keeper!”  ☆ “don’t get too excited. captain jung taeks it, aha see what i did there -- OH FUC-- fudge, sorry prof, a bludger is coming straight for him, watch out!”  arazely and mei shriek at the same time, causing their friends around them to jump in surprise. even professor mcgonagall is shaken. thankfully, one of the beaters arrive in time to hit it in the other direction.  nadine stares into her binoculars and spots rina flying about, 100% searching for the golden snitch. if there’s anything that she knows about the other, it’s that she’s got a good eye-- when it comes to the small winged ball anyway.  at exactly 1 minute of game time, much to youngjae’s dismay and daehyun’s delight, hakyeon scores 10 points. students cheer in their seats while the ravens’ keeper throws the ball back into play.  ☆ “GO, GO, GO, GO!!! NOOOOO, what the fuc--” “YOUNGJAE YOO.”  ☆ “HECK, I MEANT HECK. HE COULD’VE MADE THAT SHOT THOUGH.”  ★ “could’ve, would’ve, DIDN’T. HA HA SUCKERS -- oho looks like the golden snitch has finally made its appearance! the team seekers are both seemingly fast, but of course rina is one step ahead of timoteo! as expected of our beloved captain.”  youngjae stares at his best friend like the guy from the office stares into the camera. (don’t question how he knows about the muggle television show. he just does.)    jessica really wants to shove her wand up both their asses. she really, truly desires to push them over the ledge of the stands, but then she’d be considered a murderer and cause nadine to become one as well for the death of her boyfriend. rina needs to catch the goddamn snitch because daejae commenting this game needs to be OVER, ABOLISHED.  ☆ “RAVENCLAW HAS SCORED. WOOOOO, DID YOU SEE THAT BEAUTIFUL SHOT? DID YOU?”  ★ “it wasn’t that great. congrats tho, ravens.”  ☆ “i’m sick of you -- you need to be fired from this job.”  down with daejae, dammit.  - - -  37 minutes have passed. gryffindor is at 40 and ravenclaw at 50.  rina is close to grabbing the snitch. timoteo is flying closely behind her thus she picks up speed. there is no way in hell that she’s letting him take the win. she’s worked too hard for this. the girl zips through the middle of the players, narrowly escaping a bludger.  “almost there, c’mon,” she grits through her teeth. the golden snitch is a centimeter away from her fingertips. she can do it, she fucking can. with all her force, she pushes forward, closing her eyes all while hoping for the best.  when she feels the sneaky little shit in her hand, rina swoops down, a wonderful rush pumping through her veins. her teammates follow suit and once they’ve reached land again, they all throw themselves at her.  “great job, little one,” hakyeon grins as he hugs her.  “DAMN STRAIGHT,” wonshik yells, pinching her right cheek. “where would the team be without you?”  rina doesn’t shove either away this time. she’s too happy and out of breath to complain.  - - -  ultimately, rina and her team are celebrating the victory in the common room. it’s wild af in there.  youngjae stays angry until nadine melts it all away with a kiss. daehyun tells them to get a room before joining his housemates.  jessica manages to NOT hurt anyone, soon running off somewhere with hongbin. mei finds taekwoon in the courtyard later, letting him rest his head in her lap while she soothingly runs fingers through his hair.  jongup and arazely. well. those two stay behind in the great hall, filling their faces with sweets and holding hands like nothing else in the world matters.  in their own way, everyone manages to become a winner. 

[hufflein]

cake by the ocean jongara, + other if u squint; daehyun lies, jongup fights, arazely smiles

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARI MOON ILY. in the grand tradition of gifting fics on her birthday, i’ve moved away from cute and from long and wrote crack. god. what is this. idk. i trIED. I ALSO KINDA LIKE THIS AU OF THE SQUAD JUST SPYING ON OTHER COUPLES AND JUDGING THEM. and completely and entirely using magic to their advantage. i love it. anyway. bye. idk.

himchan enters the great hall early one morning to find a small crowd gathered at the end of the hufflepuff table. he takes a seat behind youngjae and nadine, who was leaning against her boyfriend, and asks what was happening.

“daehyun told jongup that he put felix felicis into his drink so now we’re watching him do the one thing he had been too scared to do all year” she replies.

“he’s finally going to ask arazely out?” himchan asks to which youngjae confirms. 

nadine sits up slightly, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout an encouraging, “i believe in you jongup!” which causes an eruption of applause around the slytherin and hufflepuff tables. 

mei transfers from her place at the ravenclaw table, sitting just in front of nadine and turning to the look at jongup as well, “what’d i miss?”

“not a lot. surprisingly all he’s done is sit beside her and she doesn’t seem to notice that he’s going to ask her out even though we’re all screaming at them”

“how long have they been playing this oblivious game?” youngjae asks.

himchan shrugs, “like a year? probably more. jongup keeps saying he doesn’t want to ruin the friendship or whatever”

“they’re practically married” jessica pipes up from across the table, sipping at her pumpkin juice. hongbin is beside her snapping photos for future reference. “whatever that means”

“this is taking forever” himchan whines, taking his wand and with a flick, knocks over a glass on the table to fall on his lap. jongup jumps up within a second as arazely tries to help him clean up. “there we go. this should make it more interesting”

arazely, bless her soul, tries to help by patting down the damp space on his lap but the conscious space seems to cause a ripple through the student body that watches them and everybody erupts in expectant giggles. it was no or never. “ari… i…” this time it is daehyun who charms the younger boy, elevating his voice to carry throughout the great hall, “i want to ask you something” 

it was so endearing to hear the nervousness in his voice. arazely stops patting him and leans back, surprised at the sudden change. “y-yes?”

“please girlfriend my be?” jongup shakes his head, “girlfriend my be please. oh god. be my girlfriend, please?” 

it’s almost like magic the way they all lean to hear her answer. arazely, who had had her back to the other students previously turns around and everyone quickly looks away as to stop looking like creeps–all except for himchan and nadine who, together, shout the same four words to her “just kiss him already!” 

taking the advice, she leans in to kiss him softly, leaning back with a smile. jongup folds into a happy smile for a full moment before asking, “wait so is that a yes? you’ll be mine?”

“GOD YES YOU IDIOT” daehyun screeches from the gryffindor table. arazely looks at the gryffindor, laughs, and then turns to look at jongup, nodding in confirmation.

thanks to another one of himchan’s charms, the entire hall heard her confirm their relationship and erupted in cheers. jongup and arazely had been one of those will-they-wont-they couples that were closely followed by the student body on the rumour mills and now that they ‘were’ all the students celebrated the end of this previously never-ending saga.  

youngjae laughs, returning to his meal as jongup and arazely join the slytherin table “can’t believe he wasted his bottle of liquid luck on you. that would’ve happened eventually” 

“i didnt” daehyun pipes up, pulling the aforementioned bottle of gold from his pocket, “just told jongup i did so he could finally find the balls to do what he needed to do” 

“you didn’t…” with that, jongup’s jaw falls slightly ajar in shock, “…i can’t believe you lied to me!”

daehyun rolls his eyes, “if i didn’t you would’ve never asked her out and joongi would have and then you guys would fight because come on have you seen joongi so really, my lies have saved your life again. you’re welcome”

“joongi?” jongup mutters, walking over to the gryffindor table and clocking the other square in the face, “STAY AWAY FROM MY GIRL” he growls, an unfamiliar expression of anger washing over his face for a second before he glances up with a smile, looking over at her, “i just realised, i can call you my girl now! arazely is my girl. my girl, ari!” 

arazely is the only person on the table that actually found that endearing, and she grins from cheek to cheek, with everyone else throwing up on themselves at how disgustingly cute it was. 

[hufflein]

note: i changed the seating arrangement in the great hall lol students of any house can sit wherever the fuck they want with whoever they want (kyung voice) breakin’ and breakin’ the rules 

a young witch from the house of gryffindor runs like her life depends on it, almost tripping over her feet. luckily, she catches herself before her body can make contact with the cold floor, a rather hushed 'fuck' escaping her lips.

minutes later, she enters the great hall at last and with perfect timing... her stomach won't stop growling.

"HEY SHITHEAD, YOU'RE LATE," someone yells above all the students' noisy chatter. some laugh, others pay no mind and continue to stuff their faces.

the girl can't help roll her eyes, hands smoothing out her robes while approaching the dweebs she calls friends.

"mornin' mei. fuck you, jess," she greets with a grin and takes the empty seat beside mei. it doesn't take long to start gobbling up the food in front of her.

the rational one of the three, mei, stifles a giggle and lightly pinches her beloved friend's cheek.

"slow down. you're going to choke."

"let her. maybe she'll learn something for once."

"jess, shut up."

"what? i'm joking."

rina drops the spoon into the now empty bowl before snorting. "of course you are. anyway, on to important matters. you'll be coming to my quidditch match tomorrow, right?"

"sure. we'd love to support the rival team and see gryffindor's ass get beat."

"i hope arazely ends up shoving her goddamn broomstick up your ho ass."

the two bicker back and forth and mei sits there thinking about what she did wrong in her past life to deserve this. it's no surprise that jyqa and arazely had run off to one of the other three tables.

- 

“do you think they’ve killed each other yet?” 

“no. can still hear them screaming their lungs out at one another.” 

“shouldn’t we go back and save mei?”

the girl with the green and silver crest looks up from her ‘a history of magic’ textbook, taking notice of the other’s conflicted expression. such a softie, this one. 

jyqa purses her lips, “she’ll survive. always manages to.” 

[hufflein]

ducklifors.

otp: jaedine.

a/n: harry potter au! because i love hp and have too much time on my hands. this will be a series, so watch out friends. i’m coming for all of you!!! 

“i’m going to kick chanyeol’s ass.”

“no you’re not,” youngjae says smoothly, tugging at her school robes and dragging her far, far away from her housemate before she reaches for her wand.

“let go of me. i need to turn him into a duck!” 

the male sighs, leading the fuming slytherin to the nearby wall to which she places her back against, cornering her with both of his arms.

“babe, he’s an egotistical, problem-starting idiot that’s plan is to get on a person’s bad side. not worth getting sent to the headmaster’s office for.” 

nadine makes a face and squints up at him, her anger fading because he’s right and just-- gah, (not exactly) stupid, cute boyfriend and his logical sense of nature. 

“i also remind you that i can kick his ass on the quidditch field, so no worries.”

rolling her eyes and cracking a smile, the girl brushes her nose against his.  

“i’d love to see that, boo,” she states, placing a kiss on his chin. “but if, i repeat, if he hurts you, i won’t turn him into a duck. i’ll turn him into dust.” 

her boyfriend is a gross and smart ass ravenclaw, but she’ll defend him until the end of time. if anything, she’s owes a lot to him because who else would stop her from doing stupid shit? who would have been there to detain her from using fucking ducklifors on chanyeol?

no one. 

“i love you, you know?”

“and i love you even more.” youngjae grins, leaning down to place non stop kisses on her lips. 

she gladly accepts them all. 

[hufflein]

ｏｕｒｏｂｏｒｏｓ

Yukwon has a dream.

It reoccurs often—he walks through the front door of his modest home, announcing his arrival and Hana and his children are there to greet him. Dinner is on the table with the pleasant scent of roast permeating the air. His children tug at his suit and he lifts one of them up, inciting a giggle from them. In the background, Hana playfully reprimands him for being late, reminds him that she told him to get home work from usual because—

“Yukwon?”

He always wakes up before he can see her face, but he recognises her voice anyway. Dulcet and saccharine like the sugary gifts she showered him with. It echoes and reverberates, engraved into his memory like a scar and Yukwon wonders if she’ll ever know.

There are unsent letters on his desk; he started writing to her after he graduated.

It’s difficult to contain the urge to tell her about his new job and his girlfriend and their wedding and how she’s now his wife and their children. He writes about all the special things that’s happened in his life until his hand cramps, until he runs out of paper, until he’s forced to use napkins. Then one day, he suddenly feels like he has to tell her the little things, too. Like how he had chocolate scones for breakfast (but it doesn’t taste as good as hers), how he met Jay coincidentally at the grocery store, how Hana accidentally put a red sock in the laundry of whites so all his white shirts are pink and a billion other things that no one cares to hear.

Yukwon wants to tell her everything; he thinks she’d like to hear them, too, so sometimes, when he’s in the dark and no one can hear him, he does. He likes to think the wind carries his words to her.

But within the lulls of his stories, in his pauses and short breaths, in the expanse of silence that follows when he finishes, Yukwon knows the truth.

The wind is cold; he is alone. And his words will never reach her.

She was unconventionally cruel beneath all her sugar and he realised it a little too late.

Yukwon doesn’t really remember when or how they met, only that they did. These days, he doesn’t really remember her at all—she was loud and boisterous with skinned knees and little regard to those around her. He called her noona, and she overwhelmed him with baked goods and invasive hugs. Sometimes, she was there. Sometimes, she wasn’t. He never thought of it much until she disappeared completely, until she left an empty void where she once stood in his life. Then Yukwon realised that maybe it was best he didn’t remember when or how they met, only that they did.

If there was no beginning, there wouldn’t be an end.

There are shadows beneath his eyes; it takes Bekah a while to smile.

They were in love with the same person, but it isn’t as dramatic as it sounds. Seungho is incredible, and they weren’t the only ones who tripped over their feet over him like lovesick school girls. She knew from the beginning that Yukwon wore his heart on his sleeve, so when she saw the cracks and schisms developing, she took him by the hand and snuck him into the kitchens at midnight. It’s girlish, maybe Yukwon was a bit offended, but she realises she has nothing much to offer to him. With a firm, yet gentle, hand, she held a cupcake to his mouth with pleading eyes.

“Chocolate contains anandamide,” she explained, as if she knew what she was talking about.

Yukwon took it hesitantly and without question, if only to humour her. It was light and fluffy in texture, easy to swallow despite his constricted throat. Then, Bekah flashed him a sympathetic smile, placing a hand on his forearm.

“They say love is like constipation,” she said, “so I put laxatives in it just for you.”

Too many times, Bekah found herself staring at the spaces between her fingers.

One morning, Yukwon catches her in the act and briefly wonders if she’d hurt herself during practise. When he cradles her wrist in his hands, she gently tugs her limb out of his grip, reassuring him otherwise. He spends half a minute looking her in the eye, defiant and studying the nature of her gaze with such intense focus, she was taken aback. Suddenly, he takes a hold of her wrist again, pulling her up from her seat and out the castle grounds. He says, bluntly like a child, that she looks pale and the sunlight will make her feel better.

“Sun makes flowers grow, you know,” he says, nodding his head sagely.

“Are you insinuating I’m a flower?” she asks, a playful lilt in her tone.

“My next idea was to water you, just go with it.”

Then, Yukwon laces her fingers with another hand, chastely, innocently. He may not have been the brightest, but he wasn’t thick, and Bekah hid too much so Yukwon started to hum. Lifting their connected hands in the air while repositioning her other hand on his shoulder, with a grin, he began to lead them through an impromptu ballroom masquerade.

Bekah always danced in circles, so Yukwon learned how to waltz.

[hufflein]

twelve things they don’t tell you about your first home. jongara; happy birthday ari!!1!!!!111!!!11

notes: this wasn’t initially based in any country but towards the end it ended up in seoul idk. also i dont know shit about spanish. also i’m trash. THAT IS ALL, GOODBYE AND GOODNIGHT. 

1. always have a room mate, even an unwilling one.

after graduation, after college, after moving countries, transcending oceans and closing the thousand mile gap, the two end up living just blocks away from each other. 

her apartment had always been full of too many things. too many mugs, too many pieces of unnecessary furniture and a kitchen that held more instant coffee packets than, well, anything else. and as she looks up from coffee she realises that she had recently come into ownership of a compact, smiley male with too much hair than he can handle and more charm than she could’ve ever anticipated.

and a pair of drawers hanging far too precariously off his all too tempting waist line. “good morning” he says with a smile and morning drawl. she acknowledges him with a hesitant smile and sips her coffee. he comes to stand behind her, hands already sitting on her small frame, “where’s mine?”

“you’re going to be late for work.” she says simply, though she doesn’t move from his touch.

he chuckles and corrects her, “you mean we both will.”

“just because we work for the same person does not mean we work together. if i recall correctly, you work for me.” she relishes her victory, elbowing his side so she can move towards her bedroom. he smiles in defeat, making himself a cup of coffee before joining her.

2. the sooner you find a routine, the easier moving in will be.

he’s silent as he gets dressed. he didn’t live with her, yet he held a quarter of her closet and two drawers in her four drawer dresser. a curious search would tell her that he seems to always leave a pair of shoes behind after every visit and half her bathroom cabinet were his items. “you should really starting sleeping at your apartment” she notes, throwing a fresh shirt at him already knowing he wouldn’t be able to find one of his own.

“what if i just slept here all the time” not a request, nor a question. a statement, maybe, if she had given herself more time to think about it. she doesnt, however, because the more she thinks about it the more willing her heart would be to say yes.

instead she busies herself with with her own preparations. tying her hair back in a loose bun, fixing the hem of her skirt, straining her collar and cuffs. in her reflection, she watches him struggle with his tie, sighs at his adorably confused face, and hovers over to help him. “this apartment isn’t big enough for the both of us”

he smiles, eyes watching her as her eyes watch his tie, “it could be. we just have to move a few things around”

when she’s finished, she pats the garment into it’s place, the silk sitting without flaw against the off cream white that was his button up top. beyond the cloth she can see his chest and beyond that she remembers his passion for things beyond the desk that he is always behind. he was never meant to be an office person, he was meant to live a life in front of a camera, not behind pristine glass doors. she leaves the notion, moving towards the door once again and into the kitchen, in search of her keys and bag.

3. a pet is a great way to brighten up any living space.

“hi there baby,” she coos, taking their pale grey cat into her arms and nuzzling her nose in its neck. their baby, his words not hers, was a independent animal that she likes to joke only uses them for food and shelter. she didn’t care, yoongi and all his quiet, alone, sassy little quirks, was just as much her baby as any real child. he comes beside them, pats their child, again, his words, not hers, before leaving his now finish coffee in the sink. “i just filled your bowl, don’t miss us too much”

“think about it, okay?” he asks, giving her one last smile before disappearing out of her apartment.

she turns to look at the cat in her arms and smiles, “should we let him move in with us?” yoongi purrs back in reply and so she sighs in obvious defeat, “yeah, he basically already lives with us, doesn’t he?”

4. filling the house with things that you love turns a house into a home.

the economy slumped quickly, surprisingly, sooner than they both were prepared for. they were both called into overtime in order to save, or salvage really, what was left of their jobs. she was guaranteed something, at least, if anything were to happen–him, not so much. 

if rumours were ever anything to go by, their entire department would soon be tucked away, forgotten by payroll and leaving over a hundred people jobless. he was never meant for a life behind a desk, she thinks, every time she looks at him, his smile, his eyes, begging for something else.

she wishes that maybe things could be easy enough one day that he’d be able to return to dance but until then, she’ll try her hardest to bring as much dancing into their, her, his, whoever, home as she can. 

“the sunlit waltz and a moonlight tango are enough.” he promises every time she asks, she worries, and he leaves his face in the crook of her neck to let her know that it was the truth.

5. reminders, reminders, reminders!

he has a tendency to leave notes. 

at first they were little excuses, promises that they were meant for him, to not forget his shoes, or his shirt, or his phone, or his keys. but over time, as she took to caring less and less about the things that weren’t hers that littered her apartment, that they were more for her benefit than his own.

don’t forget your lunch! she would find scribbled on the refrigerator as she prepares herself a bowl of cereal. yoongi is probably hiding behind the couch again, another reminded as she picks up her diary from the table. 

her favourites were the ones that meant nothing at all. simple i love you’s, i miss you, you are my world, my everything, littered through out her apartment, under her clothes, between her mugs, on her bathroom mirror. she can only imagine him, constantly watching over his shoulder, excuse prepared if he were to ever catch her, and it makes her smile. 

things were never easy but he made them easy. 

6. housewarming parties are a good excuse to have friends over.

it doesn’t take long for friends to notice their routine. they wonder aloud, either in order to push her towards a particular direction or just genuine curiosity, “why haven’t you two just moved in together yet.” 

she avoids their stare, looks at her toes where they lay in his lap, urging the conversation to change. he does live here, she wants to say, but saying it aloud means a number of things. it means a future, it means forever.

then he’ll catch her stare, smile, and there is something in the creases of his cheeks that tells her before he even says, “forever doesn’t sound so bad”  

7. your home should be your escape away from life. 

he is let go from his job.

neither are surprised. he comes home one day, distraught, confused, scared, and he waits for her in the dark. the lights flicker on and she can instantly tell what had happened. she hugs him with a need, a promise, that things will be okay, they will be okay, and this is only a speed bump in the road trip of life.

they stay up that night, just talking, about their futures, about their pasts, about what could have beens, and what ifs, and hypothetical imagines. she wants to tell him to go back to dance, to his passion, to when movements lit up his face in a way that would never be explained. she wants to tell him to go do something that he loves, instead of something that he thinks he loves because of a paycheck.

she thinks he must be able to tell, the way his smile softens, and he places a kiss to her forehead and whispers two single words that didn’t mean as much as they did now.

“thank you.”

8. home does not have to be one place.

with the newfound free time, they travel far and wide.

his redundancy payment got them through europe, through parts of asia, through america and her home town. though the initial meeting is awkward, as most are, he is beloved by everyone, her mother coos over his trustworthy smile, her father, though reluctant, accepts him as his own.

any boy that loves his girl half as much as he did, is worthy of her attention.

unbeknownst to her, he even learns a few words in spanish and it took everything to stop her heart from melting when he said, “te amo” to her in front of an eager audience. 

9. a home should only be one dream in a long list of many.

it happens without her realising. 

he eventually stops leaving her apartment, things begin to show up in boxes, first alone and then altogether at once. she feels like she should be angry, or at least confused, because they hadn’t discussed it. he just made himself known.

but he swears, and he apologises, and he promises that things will get better. his smile is comforting, hiding a hidden love that she hadn’t been able to place and she feels a letter, folded, between her fingers. she opens it, slowly, to see that it is the deed to a dance studio, to be 아라, only twenty minutes away.

and that it titled jongup as the owner. 

10. home is more than a thousand acres. 

it turns out that he sold his apartment, and much of the life it held, in order to place a downpayment for his dream. she’s too happy for him, for her, for them, to even consider words, instead throwing her arms around him and holding him tight. 

after the first week, he sits her down and they have a long and proper conversation about what this means. money will be tight, of course, for the first few months, “hopefully the dance studio will do well. youngjae has already gotten a few members and yixing said he would help out” and she promises that it’ll be fine. she can make do with what they have. 

“that’s not what i mean. i want to buy you an island but i can barely afford a candle” his crescent eyes are turned downward and he avoids her stare with such dedication, she wonders how long he had thought this.

she takes his face in her palm, resisting the urge to laugh at him, and kisses him softly. “i don’t need an island, jongup, i don’t even need candles. i just need you, i need to know you’ll never stop trying, okay?” 

11. as long as you like your home, everything else shouldn’t matter.

of course, 아라 takes off. 

and not much after it becomes one of the most popular studios in seoul does it’s owner officially takes himself, and their apartment, off the market. 

they move into their own home, with a white picket fence, and a yard, and shades as blue as the sky. he insists in carrying her into their home, theirs, no one else’s, not the bank, or anyone else, bridal style in order to commemorate the event. 

“this is wonderful” she says, eyes turned into the happiest smile she can and leans over to kiss him on the cheek. 

he grins back, “you’re wonderful.”

12. home’s don’t have to be forever but when it is, the world lights up.

on their first night, when she is alone in the house because he was putting in extra hours at the studio, she finds a candle sitting on their kitchen table and a pale pink note attached to it.

“forever isn’t so bad if it’s with you, arazely”

[hufflein]

drunk.

mochi & hongbin.

hongbin was in the comforts of his home, snuggling a midst the pillows and blankets he had set up on the carpet flooring. the television screen was flashing with scenes of quick, flaring action. he had decided to watch the latest fast and the furious movie and he had to admit that it was looking pretty great so far. in fact, he was so absorbed into the film that he almost missed his cellphone go off. almost. 

he averted his vision from the screen and lazily reached for the cellular device. who on earth could be texting him this late at night? a small smile grew on his face once he saw the contact name. however, the smile turned into fits of laughter after he viewed the text messages that were sent to him.

[ from: 자기야 ♡ ] -- b ae i th in k i' m dr unk???? 

[ from: 자기야 ♡ ] -- hehehe you're so c ute li ke a bu nny ilysfm 

[ from: 자기야 ♡ ] -- d id i me ntion that yo u're really c ute???? 

[ from: 자기야 ♡ ] -- p.s can y ou pls come o ver???? i miSS YOU!!!!1111 LOTSLOTSLOTS. i lo vE YoU. hehEheHEHEHEh. 

he felt guilt swelling up in his interior for laughing quite casually at apparent mochi's drunk state. "aish, really. what am i going to do with you," he continued to chuckle, facepalming with phone in hand. his laying position on the floor changed to him sitting up and crossing his legs. fingers rapidly jabbed onto the screen letters in reply.

[ to: 자기야 ♡ ] -- yeah, i think you are too. kekeke ~

[ to: 자기야 ♡ ] -- why, thank you. you're quite cute yourself. like a kitty, yeah? ♡ ♡ ♡ ( i love you too. )

[ to: 자기야 ♡ ] -- yet you're far cuter. ^--^ 

[ to: 자기야 ♡ ] -- sighhhh. you should have already known the answer to this. i'll be there in ten. 

hongbin got up on his feet, shuffled into the hallway closet to grab a jacket, skillfully shoving his phone into one of the pockets, and then grabbed his car keys. 

- - - 

rolling on the floor in her drunken state, mochi pretended to be a log. logs could roll down hills and have fun. they had all the freedom, those damned logs. "wheeeee," she cried as she continued to roll around everywhere. she was so emerged in her little world that when hongbin stepped foot into the living room, she didn't notice him laughing hysterically. 

"mochi- whata-" hongbin couldn't breathe properly at this point. he was leaning forward and clutching his stomach with bent knees. 

mochi stopped, eyes twinkling as she spotted her beloved boyfriend. "BINNIE, yoU'RE hereEEeeE." she attempted to get up until she began to wobble, causing hongbin's laughter to stop. he ran towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist to keep her balanced. 

"come on, jagi. we're getting you into bed." 

the girl hiccuped. "nooo, binnie, i'm n-not tired!! let's stay up forever!!!!" 

hongbin chuckled. what a gem his girlfriend was, even when intoxicated. "nope. bed. let's go." he bent down and picked mochi up bridal style(to which she protested), walking towards to bedroom afterwards. once in the room, he carefully placed her on the bed. the girl pouted and turned on her side, reaching for the hem of hongbin's shirt sleeve. 

"b-b-binnieieie, ar-re you go-going stay with ee?" 

the warmest smile of all smiles, the one he reserved only for her, grew on his face. he hummed, placing a kiss on her forehead, "of course, silly goose." 

mochi's cheeks tingled, her heart racing a little faster than before. without thinking, she swiftly pulled him down on top of her. he yelped in surprise as he came crashing down. 

"yAaAya yo-you're HEAVY. ScHooT OVERr," she whined, therefore pushing him with the strength she had to the empty side of the bed next to her. once she was finished, she cuddled up next to him like nothing had occurred. before sleep overtook her, she muttered, "i love you, binnie."

fuck, she is too cute, hongbin thought, wrapping his arms around her while he, too, slowly fell asleep.

[hufflein]

you fackin' suck.

nadine & youngjae

"nadine."

no response. youngjae opened his mouth to speak once more.

"bae. baeeeeee. pay attention to me. talk to me."

"no, you facking suck. get away from me."

well shit. what did he do now? the boy ( he's still a boy leave me alone ) crossed his arms in disapproval, eyes squinting as he bent down to get a good look at his pouty girlfriend. she took notice of how close he was getting and released a high pitched squeak whilst quickly taking a step back.

youngjae frowned. "why are you being like this? what did i do?" 

nadine huffed as she scurried off to the living room. two seconds hadn't even passed before she had made her return with her laptop in hand. the screen was then shoved into his face, causing him to jump in surprise. 

"who gave you the right," she hysterically screeched. 

what. he was confused. what was she talking about? "look at the damn screen, you dumb dumb!!!" oh. 

his eyes averted from his girl to the glowing display screen. the boy blinked. there were pictures of him from the recent loe concert shows arranged. that's when his mind clicked. a smug grin tugged at his lips. "so, this is what you're angry at me for? huh. i look pretty darn fine in these photos, don't i?" 

"don't you facking give me that smirk. and no, you look dumb and stupid and adorable and handsome. sHIT. i'm 100% done with you and your shit." 

"aw, c'mon. we both know that's not true. you love me too much," he spoke with grin still intact. 

"that's.. very accurate. dammit yoo youngjae. just gET AWAY FROM ME. I DISLIKE YOU. BYE." nadine snatched the laptop away from his grasp and went back to put it back from where it came from. his feet began to move, following after the crazy girl he proclaimed as his girlfriend.

once he had caught up, he sighted her on the couch sulking with laptop in her lap. she was scrolling through the pictures and it was pretty darn cute. she was pretty darn cute actually. though he was a bit annoyed that she preferred staring at him from a computer screen when she had him there in person. 

"he looks so freaking good here. i'M SO MAD. ANGRY. RAGEEEEE," she shouted in outrage, shaking the poor electronic device. 

"i'm glad you think so. now stop and place your attention on me. i'm getting jealous." all of a sudden he was right in front of her, shutting the thing closed and placing it on the coffee table. he then joined her on the comfy couch, arm wrapping around to pull her close. super, mega close.

nadine struggled to get loose in the beginning, but eventually deflated in his arms. she wasn't going to escape this one. "youngjae," she whined, shifting her body to gain a comfortable position.

"no, sh, let's stay like this for a while, okay? okay." 

the girl sighed. "how long are you planning to keep me hostage like this?"

"not sure. maybe all night. i like when we're together like this. by the way, you haven't kissed me all day. now seems like a good time to do that." so like, this fool leaned forward, their lips so close to touching. nadine didn't even see it coming. like wow. much surprise. 

"wait wha--" 

his lips captured hers and boom clap booM BOOM CLAP. CAPOW. FIREWORKS. they proceeded to making out and nadine was not mad at youngjae anymore. at least for that night anyway. and youngjae was totally okay with that because he knew that at the end of the day, she loved him and that was all he needed. the end. 

[hufflein]

bleeding out.

yukwon & bekah 

Nothing. No news on her whereabouts. No nothing. She had completely disappeared from the face of the planet, this girl. It had began to frustrate Yukwon more than anything as the days dragged on. She had taken her leave from the school of magic after the graduation ceremony without any word of where she was heading. Not even a mere good bye was said before she went out on her journey to who knows where. He wasn't infuriated by any means. He knew that that's just how the older girl was, yet he still couldn't help but worry about her. Friends considered on doing a search party, though it would do of no good. Hwanhui tried her best to calm the hufflepuff down, to which he was thankful. If it weren't for his girlfriend, he felt as if he would have gone completely insane. 

He couldn't deny that a part of his heart had torn off. He had lost another loved one once again.  -- 

It was his seventh year, his final year, at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was supposed to be a fantastic year. He was to graduate. However, it was hard to go around the school without hearing stupid shit about his noona. Students whispered harsh, malicious things about Rebekah Kim as he wandered the halls of the school of magic. With gritted teeth and balled fists, he continued his way to his classes and dormitory every day without snapping. No, he wasn't going to break down in front of such imbeciles. Until one day, he broke his own promise. Lashing out was probably the worst thing he had ever done. It had only caused him to get into trouble with the headmaster. Oops. Did he care though? Not really. As long as he walked those damn halls, he wasn't going to allow anyone to badmouth his friend. No way in hell. 

"Dammit Bekah noona." 

She was out there somewhere, living her life. He just painfully hoped wherever she was, she wasn't going through anything alone. More than anything, all he wanted was for her to be happy. 

-- 

An exhausted puff came to be released. He escaped the school grounds to take a walk, clear his mind. At that point, he didn't care if he got caught. Not anymore. There he was again, being anxious. Clouded dreams haunted him. A lost lion cub looking for mama lion when she was no where to be found: that's what he felt like that. What was he to do to not feel this way anymore? Memories flashed before him like a motion picture. "My favorite Kwonniecake, I'm back ~" 

"… oh, that sounds awfully boring. You need some excitement in your life, Kwonniecake. " 

"I’ll go to the store with you to buy it all if you don’t already have them. Or… you know. I can bake you cakes. I AM THE ~*CAKE QUEEN*~ after all." 

The wind blew roughly, his already messy hair growing even messier because of it. He held back a chocked sob, vicious tears already threatening to fall. As the wind continued to thrash, he thought he heard laughter as it flowed. That laugh. "Noona?" he stuttered out questioningly. His head turned in every direction in hopes of catching a glimpse of someone there. No one. "I've lost it. I've completely lost it. God, kill me." The heart grew heavy with ache in his chest. 

His hand twitched. There was the familiar laughter again. Stupid ass wind. The boy desired to shout, scream, and curse unmercifully.  

"You're not here, right, noona? You're somewhere else, I'm quite sure of it. But I'll pretend you're here anyway because I miss you loads." He was a complete fool, but the laugh in the wind was the closest thing to Bekah at that moment; even if it wasn't her.  "I hope one day years from now, you'll come back to see how much I've grown. I won't be the stupid Yukwon you knew here. I'll be better than that, I promise. Then I'll introduce you to my girlfriend and by that time, we'll most likely be married and have kids. You'll be here to meet my kids, right? I think they would like you. You can be a grandma of sorts or something. Wait, nevermind, you wouldn't want to feel like a grandma. An auntie is better. Ah, I hope that you're doing well and that you're happy because I wouldn't like it if you weren't. Did I mention that I miss you a lot?" 

The more he spoke, the more the tears that had threatened to fall earlier fell one after another like a pouring rain. 

[hufflein]

hogwarts' idiots.

yukwon & kikwang -- ten years later. 

"Kikwang, are you serious?" 

"No, I'm joking," the former gryffindor retorted, swiping a small box out of his coat pocket. With a flick, it opened, revealing the beautiful diamond ring inside. "Of course I'm serious, Kwonnie!" 

Yukwon's eyes grew wide at the sight of it. He tilted his head to the side as his eyes shifted to stare at his best friend, boring a hole into his face. His mind was trying to process the details of this engagement thing. How adequate. A grin steadily grew upon his features, body reaching forward to give a congratulate hug to the other male. 

"About damn time, hyung! I knew you would end up with Seulmi. Did I not tell you? She's perfect for you," he mused, pulling back from the embrace, grin still on his face. 

No doubt that the boy ( he's still a boy at heart, shut up. ) was extremely delighted with the news. He had been waiting for this day to come. Everything seemed to be going into place now.  Kikwang let out a buoyant laugh, eyes playfully rolling at Yukwon's blabbering. He hadn't seen this punk in a while and yet here he is. Still the same ole' Kwonnie, he thought. "You've told me a of couple of times, yeah," he uttered, "I'm happy with her, honestly. She's been with me through thick and thin. It's only logical that I ask her to be my wife, right?" 

"Of course ~  When are you planning to propose?"

"Tomorrow. I'm nervous though. I mean, what if she rejects me? What will I do then? She'll end up leaving me or--"

There goes the negativity. Lee Kikwang always brings in negativity when it comes to situations like this. Not one does he think positive. Right then and there, Yukwon had the urge to grab his wand and whack the other on the head with it. And that's exactly what he did. 

The older male yelped, immediately protesting. "Yah, I'm your hyung!!" 

"Yeah, whatever. You're an idiot. Stop being so darn pessimistic. She is not going to turn you down, understand? Like you said, she's been with you through thick and thin.  If she didn't want anything more, she wouldn't be with you. She's probably been waiting on this proposal for a long time. I'm 100% sure she won't decline." The younger continued to rant on about how negativity leads no where and how he was going to beat the other's ass if he didn't stop being such a wuss. 

"Hey, watch your tongue, kid. I'm telling Hana how disrespectful you're being to me," he cried out. ".. So you think you're some kind of an expert now, huh? Just because you got married before me!!" 

"Duh," he snorted, "I even had kids before you, but let's not argue over that now. Let's talk about wedding roles. I'm going to be your best man, right?" 

"Explain to me on why you should be and I'll think about it." 

"I'm your best friend!" 

"That's not a very great explanation. It needs more detail." 

"Detail, my buttocks. That's a good enough excuse! I DEMAND TO BE BEST MAN." 

Even after all this time, things just never seem to change.