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All My Love: A SEVENTEEN x Hogwarts AU

Published Wednesday, February 14th, 2024 — Happy Valentine's Day and, more importantly, happy Carat Day! Honestly, I really got attached to these versions of the SEVENTEEN members that I created for the Christmas AU, so I decided to continue their stories with what I hope is a cute series of events for our thirteen diamonds. ♡

As a refresher, here's some information before you start reading!

Word count: ~ 10,800

AU Ages:

Seventh years — Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Joshua, Junhui, Soonyoung

Sixth years — Wonwoo, Jihoon, Seokmin, Mingyu, Minghao

Fifth years — Seungkwan, Vernon, and Chan

AU Houses:

Gryffindor — Seungcheol, Soonyoung, Vernon, Chan

Ravenclaw — Wonwoo, Jihoon, Minghao

Hufflepuff — Junhui, Mingyu, Seokmin, Seungkwan

Slytherin — Jeonghan, Joshua

Description: It's Valentine's Day at Hogwarts and everyone has plans—or some things that go according to plan and some that don't. Romance is on the table for some, while others prefer to spend quality time with their friends—because all love is important. All you need to know is that you probably don't want to be Vernon.

Read “All My Love” on Ao3!

The Black Lake — February 14th (early evening)

"Hansol Vernon Chwe!"

The Gryffindor winced as his boyfriend's voice transcended octaves in his unbridled fury.

"You'd better have a good explanation for this!"

Gryffindor Fifth Year Boys' Dormitory — February 1st

"Vernon?"

The fifth year Gryffindor turned his head away from where he had been watching the rain fall outside the window to look at his oldest hyung over his shoulder.

"Oh, hey, hyung," he greeted him with a nod.

"Have you seen Seungkwan recently?" Seungcheol asked him, brow furrowed with concern.

"Um, not since last night," Vernon replied, face blank. "Why?"

The older Gryffindor sighed, sitting next to him on the bench seat in front of the window.

If not even his boyfriend had seen him recently, then maybe Seungkwan's situation was far more serious than anyone realized.

"I'm worried about him," Seungcheol admitted. "He doesn't really seem like himself. Not anywhere near a quarter as fussy as he normally is about everyone and everything." He glanced at Vernon out of the corner of his eye, noticing that he had gone back to facing the window. "You're usually attached at the hip, it's unusual that you haven't seen him at all today."

"Are you saying that I should know where my boyfriend is every minute of every day?" Vernon said tonelessly.

"No, that's not what I'm saying." Seungcheol tilted his head to one side, surveying him carefully. "I'm saying that as his best friend, you might know what's been going on with him."

The younger boy turned his head away.

"So you do know," Seungcheol said gently.

Vernon's shoulders tensed. He said nothing for a few moments, Seungcheol waiting patiently while he grappled with whether he should confide in the prefect or not.

Finally, his shoulders slumped.

"Last spring," he began, "one of Seungkwan's closest friends from home... passed away."

"I remember," Seungcheol said gravely. "That's why he was gone for a while."

"Yeah, he went back home to attend the funeral." Vernon sighed. "The friend... he was a Muggle... and obviously Seungkwan couldn't tell him that he was a wizard, so his friend thought that he had gotten a scholarship to attend some fancy boarding school in the UK. Seungkwan had been jumping through all kinds of hoops to stay in touch with him without giving himself away, getting letters sent by Muggle post... talking about classes that are taught at Muggle schools... They would hang out all summer when Seungkwan would go home after every end of term... but then..." Vernon rubbed at his nose furiously with the sleeve of his sweater, sniffling. "His friend was really unhappy and I think he missed Seungkwan a lot—"

"It's okay," Seungcheol stopped him. "You don't have to keep going."

Vernon nodded gratefully, wiping at his eyes.

"His birthday was last week," he said softly, "and Seungkwan hasn't been taking it very well. I feel like I should be doing something... more? Better? But he barely even talks to me, won't even look at me sometimes..." He finally looked up at Seungcheol, his eyes sparkling with tears. "Hyung, I don't know what to do. I feel like such a bad boyfriend."

Seungcheol inhaled deeply through his nose, his mind running through the memories he had of Seungkwan and Vernon, both back when they had been just friends and after they had gotten together. To anyone who didn't know the pair very well, it would seem like Seungkwan took care of Vernon in every way—because that was how his affection manifested itself—but their friends all knew that Vernon was Seungkwan's biggest supporter and that the Hufflepuff relied on his boyfriend more than anyone. At just fifteen, they had a connection deeper than most adults Seungcheol had met; and no one who saw them together could ever accuse Vernon of not being a good boyfriend.

Seungcheol exhaled heavily.

"You're not a bad boyfriend," he reassured Vernon. "The fact that you're worried about it this much is proof that you're not. All you need to do is let him know that you're here for him." He stood up, patting the younger on the shoulder. "Besides, Valentine's Day is coming up in a couple of weeks. Maybe come up with something that will really show him that he's not alone in this."

Astronomy Tower — February 14th (early afternoon)

"What took you so long?" Wonwoo asked, not taking his eyes off the book he was reading.

"I'm so sorry," Mingyu huffed, stuffing something into his school bag. "I got stopped by... Alice Pembroke... on my way up here." He dropped to the floor next to his best friend, chest heaving with exhaustion. Shoving his still-open bag away from him, he raked his fingers through his sweaty hair. "I didn't mean to be late."

"I know you didn't," the Ravenclaw said softly. "You have quite a lot of sweets in your bag," he observed, finally looking away from his book to peek inside the contents of Mingyu's school bag.

The Hufflepuff beater snorted.

"I would offer you some but after that one Gryffindor girl was sent Sugar Quills dipped in love potion, I've learned not to eat anything people give me on Valentine's Day," he muttered, zipping up his bag and leaning back against the wall, eyes closed. "It's all a bunch of nonsense anyway."

Wonwoo carefully folded the corner of the page he was reading before setting the book aside. He tried to remind himself that it wasn't because he felt inadequate and needed Mingyu to tell him that he was wrong about what he was going to say—he just wanted him to be happy. The possibility that his best friend was choosing to remain single so that he would always be able to hang out with him just didn't sit right with him, and he would make sure that Mingyu's love life no longer suffered, even if it meant he had to spend more time alone.

"You know, you don't have to keep turning down girls because of me," he said quietly.

Mingyu slowly straightened up, opening his eyes to stare at Wonwoo blankly. When he didn't say anything for a few moments, Wonwoo decided to elaborate.

"Every time I try to have this conversation with you, you refuse to talk about it," he pressed. "You like girls, or at least you liked the girls back home. I know that you want to fall in love—that you believe in love—but you've rejected every single girl that's been interested in you since we started at Hogwarts. It's okay, you know? I'm not going to become a recluse if you start going out with someone. I can take care of myself."

Mingyu continued to stare blankly at him, showing no sign that he was taking in anything that the Ravenclaw was saying. Irritated, Wonwoo waved his hand in his face.

"Is any of this getting across to you?" the usually laidback boy demanded.

Still not receiving an answer or any indication that Mingyu had processed anything he had just said, Wonwoo stood up and started gathering his things, trying not to be too aggressive about it. If Mingyu wanted to keep avoiding the subject, then he could do it by himself.

"Wha—wait, wait, wait!" Mingyu said hastily, lurching forward and tugging on his arm to stop him. "Don't leave! I... I'm not trying to be annoying on purpose, I just—" He cut himself off, exhaling through his teeth. "I don't really know how to explain it."

"Explain what?" Wonwoo asked, looking down at his best friend, who was still sitting on the floor.

"A lot of things," Mingyu replied, leaning back against the wall again, "but I promise you that I'm not turning down dates because I think that you can't function without me."

Now thoroughly embarrassed that he had even voiced that particular insecurity, Wonwoo hesitated for a moment before dropping his bag back on the floor and sitting back down next to him.

"I'm sorry I got upset," he murmured. "I just don't want to be the one holding you back from something that I know is important to you."

"You're right, it is important to me," Mingyu agreed, "but not right now." He tilted his head back, looking up at the ceiling of the Astronomy Tower. "It's funny... we're in our sixth year, we have one more year left after this before we have to go out into the world and decide what we want to do with our lives... and I still feel so... young."

"I mean... we are." Wonwoo looked up at the ceiling himself, eyes following the veins in the stone. "Sixteen is not old enough to really make any decisions, not even about girls."

"Right, so I don't really understand why everyone is trying to find their future spouses now. I know a lot of Pureblood families don't arrange their children's marriages anymore, but there are still a few Slytherins who are already bound to betrothal contracts! Betrothal contracts! In this day and age! Anyway..." Mingyu grabbed his bag and shook it, the contents rattling around inside. "This? It's all fake. These girls are only interested in me because they think I'm handsome."

"You are handsome, though," Wonwoo pointed out.

"Thanks, but my point is that they don't know me. They don't know anything about me," Mingyu said. "I'm nothing more than good looks to them—with bonus points for being a foreigner and adding to the intrigue."

"Well, how is anyone supposed to get to know you if you don't let anyone close enough?"

"I don't need anyone else!" the Hufflepuff insisted stubbornly. "I have a twelve-person friend group. For some people, that's more than enough. Plenty. A lot, even."

"Oh, you won't find any disagreements from me there," Wonwoo said, chuckling. "Sometimes I think our friend group is a little much at times, but they're very understanding about me time. Anyway, back to you, you're being very cynical. A lot of people our age date for fun. No one's telling you that it has to be that serious, it might just be nice to have someone to spend time with on Valentine's Day. That's all."

"Is that something you want?" Mingyu asked him.

"Someday," he answered. "Not today, though. Besides, no one's been asking me, but a lot of people have asked you. That's why I'm bringing it up. If you were less nice, the girls here might start calling you a heartbreaker. Even Cedric Diggory had a girlfriend, you know, before the Triwizard Tournament."

"They can say whatever they want about me, it doesn't matter," Mingyu said, shrugging. "We're graduating next year and I don't think I'm going to be looking for jobs here, so I don't have to play British wizarding politics by avoiding rejecting girls from good families. I value my time and I'm choosing to spend it with people whom I also value, which includes you. Like..." He scratched the back of his head, frowning. "I think you're the most important person in my life and I want to be with you forever, but like... in a... not romantic way? If that makes sense? Like, I think we could get a house together and split bills and go grocery shopping and I would find that just as fulfilling as doing all that stuff with a girlfriend. I mean, girls are nice, but they're not you."

"I think the word you're looking for is 'platonic'," the Ravenclaw supplied helpfully. "And for the record, I feel the same way. I think people whose friends stop existing for them once they get a significant other are terrible."

"Yeah, what is up with that?" Mingyu agreed. "Can you imagine Seungcheol and Jeonghan just dropping all of us? Or Seungkwan and Vernon?"

"Never." Wonwoo shook his head. "Our lives are all so wrapped up in each other's, the thirteen of us can never really be apart. We're going to be old and gray... and taking up an entire apartment complex building by ourselves."

"I think that would be fun, honestly. A huge high-rise in Seoul, paid for by Jeonghan hyung." Snickering, Mingyu dug through his bag, unearthing a couple of packages of kimbap wrapped in plastic from under the piles of candy and cards. "My mom sent these, by the way. She specifically told me that I could not eat your portion, so you are now legally obligated to eat it."

"Tell her I said thank you," Wonwoo said, gratefully accepting the kimbap and unwrapping the plastic. "Your mom always has really great timing, she just knows when to send food."

"See, now you have to be friends with me forever," Mingyu teased. "Otherwise, no kimbap for you."

Wonwoo punched the Hufflepuff's arm affectionately.

"I don't need kimbap for that," he promised. "We were always going to be friends forever."

"Is there something longer than forever?"

"Forever and a day."

"That's still forever."

"I know."

Hufflepuff Sixth Year Boys' Dormitories — February 14th (afternoon)

Seokmin shuffled through the pile of parchment in his hands as he trudged into the sixth year boys' dormitories, muttering to himself about moonstone properties and measurement conversions. Entirely preoccupied with trying to figure out where he might have made a mistake on his last quiz, he didn't notice that anything was amiss until a voice broke through his concentration.

"Whoa, what happened in here?"

Seokmin's head snapped up when his dorm mate walked into the room, the amazement in his tone catching his attention.

"Well, that's certainly something," he said, blinking at the grand display in front of him.

The curtains of his four-poster bed had been pulled back to reveal a large bouquet of red, pink, and white balloons floating in place with magic above his mattress. Also floating in the air was a single card in a plain white envelope with his name printed neatly on it, although it didn't look like anyone's handwriting that he recognized—especially since the person had written it in Korean and he knew what all of his friends' handwriting looked like when they wrote in Korean.

Seokmin crossed the room to his bed, dropping his bag on the floor and the parchment in his hands on his bedside table. He plucked the card out of the air, using a quick spell to break the wax seal on it without destroying the pretty heart shape. When he opened it, he saw that the person had tried to also write their message to him in Korean with the help of a translation spell; and while the words were a little clumsy, he immediately found himself touched by the effort.

"To the one and only Lee Seokmin,

Happy Valentine's Day!

I'm sorry that I couldn't face you in person. I'm not ready to reveal myself to you yet, but I still want to tell you that you make me smile every single day because you deserve to know. Please accept this card and the balloons well, I worked really hard on the spells to make them work. Maybe someday I will be able to tell you how I feel face to face. Until then, please be happy and healthy, and tell some new jokes in class when you learn them. I promise I will laugh like I always do.

With love,

Your secret admirer"

Reaching the end of the card, Seokmin stared silently at the words on the cardstock paper, trying to think of people in his classes who maybe laughed a little too much at his jokes or paid him any kind of special attention. Truthfully, there were very few people who didn't find him funny, so he quickly gave up on trying to figure out his admirer's identity that way.

"Does the card say who the balloons are from?" his dorm mate asked him, breaking him out of his deep thought.

"No, secret," Seokmin replied absentmindedly.

"Oh, that's a shame. Well, good on you anyway, mate!" His fellow Hufflepuff clapped him on the shoulder. "At least there's someone out there who likes you a whole lot."

As the other boy left, Seokmin inspected the balloons with a critical eye. The card had said that his secret admirer had worked really hard on the spells to "make them work" and he was curious to see exactly what the balloons were meant to do. What could you even make balloons do with magic anyway?

Intrigued, he cautiously poked one at the front of the bunch and gasped as the shiny surface rippled, revealing the words "POP ME".

"But I'm easily startled," Seokmin muttered to himself.

Wand clutched in hand, he debated just leaving the balloons alone and enjoying the sight of them—but the thought of never finding out what kind of magic had been placed on them was too tempting for him to ignore.

Waving his wand, he then quickly braced himself for the loud pop, covering his ears. However, instead of a popping sound, a high-pitched voice chirped, "I hope your Valentine's Day is magical!"

The voice had been disguised, of course, but the realization that his secret admirer had charmed the balloons not to make sounds when he popped them because they knew he was easily startled had tears welling in the corners of his eyes. Wiping at his face with his sleeve, he eyed the remaining balloons, trying to decide which one to pop next so that he could hear a different message.

"Wow, who sent you those?" Junhui asked, peeking in the doorway on his way down the hall.

"No clue," Seokmin told him happily, "but they're pretty amazing. Look!"

The older Hufflepuff entered the room, approaching Seokmin's bed to get a closer look at the magic balloons. The sixth year tapped a random balloon, showing Junhui how the words "POP ME" appeared, then waved his wand, causing the balloon to pop.

"I must need Occlumency because I can't get you out of my head!" it trilled.

"That is some amazing charm work," Junhui praised, peering more closely at the balloons. "The person who sent them to you didn't leave a name?"

Seokmin passed him the card.

"Too shy," he informed him.

Junhui read over the contents of the card quickly then handed it back.

"Hmm, would've been nice to know so that you could thank them for their effort, but the gesture is thoughtful," he said, shrugging. "They even made it so the balloons wouldn't make noise when popped. They must have enough classes with you to know you're a big ole scaredy cat."

"Yah!" Seokmin huffed, even though it was true.

Junhui chuckled, ruffling his hair affectionately.

"I'm happy for you, Seokmin-ah," he said, his tone genuine. "I'll see you later, meeting up with Minghao."

"What else is new?" Seokmin called after him as he left. "Now, back to these balloons..."

The Whomping Willow — February 14th (early evening)

"Who do you think it is?" Junhui asked his best friend, having just finished telling him about the charmed balloons Seokmin had received from his secret admirer.

Minghao didn't look up as he answered, his focus on washing the tea leaves in preparation to brew tea for the two of them.

"Your guess is as good as mine. A lot of people think Seokmin is funny, I'm sure he has no shortage of admirers."

"Honestly, I kind of want to know just so that I can ask them how they came up with the spell," Junhui said thoughtfully. "It was really very impressive. Whoever did it must like Seokmin a lot."

Minghao hummed in agreement, still concentrating on the task at hand.

The pair had chosen a nice spot not too close to the tree to set up a small, low-rise table so that they could sit and drink their tea together. Minghao often held these tea ceremonies alone, something that he did purely for his own joy and relaxation. The activity required singular focus, which took his busy mind off of other things for a while. It's not that the others were never invited, but they understood that it was something he needed to do for himself; and he had an unparalleled collection of different teas for a sixteen-year-old living away from home.

Junhui stretched his arms over his head, looking up at the Whomping Willow looming deceptively calmly above them.

"Do you ever wonder about what it would be like to settle down with someone?" he mused. "Even if they really like you, they still might not understand certain aspects of your personality or what's really important to you. What if they don't appreciate your tea ceremonies?"

"I haven't really thought about it," Minghao replied, tone even. "I know that I'd like to settle down eventually, but that seems pretty far off. There are still so many things I want to do first—like graduate from this school that we worked so hard to get into. I'm not enduring racism and xenophobia from narrow-minded Brits to worry about whether some witch from the English countryside appreciates my tea ceremonies. Besides, I do the tea ceremonies for myself, not for other people."

"You're preparing a tea ceremony for me now," Junhui pointed out.

"Yeah, well, that's you."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning you're not on the same level as everyone else," Minghao elaborated. "You're my best friend, and I know you do appreciate my tea ceremonies."

Not even remotely satisfied by the reassurance his best friend was giving him, the Hufflepuff pressed further.

"Will you miss me after I graduate?" Junhui's eyes left the Whomping Willow, dropping back down to observe Minghao's hands as he started to steep the tea leaves in hot water. "Tell me honestly."

"Don't be stupid," Minghao told him flatly and without missing a beat.

"Hey! I was just asking—"

"And I'm telling you again: don't be stupid." Minghao didn't take his eyes off the tea leaves, even as he spoke. "No offense to our friends but you know I'd miss you the most. I can't believe I even have to tell you that."

"It wouldn't hurt you to tell me sometimes! I like the reassurance."

"All of our friends are already talking about how I'm going to try and sneak you into the Ravenclaw dorms every weekend next year. If they know it, then so do you. Now drink your tea."

His tone was not unkind, simply matter-of-fact, the way it often was. Junhui knew that Minghao was nice in his own way, and he definitely cared about him—he just communicated it a little differently.

Having already poured the freshly brewed tea, Minghao carefully slid a teacup across the table towards the Hufflepuff. Junhui simply stared at the cup for a moment, admiring the detail and craftsmanship of the emerald green and gold accent pattern. Tendrils of steam wafted up gently but Junhui knew it would be the perfect temperature. It always was.

"Thank you," he said sincerely, finally picking up his tea and bringing it to his lips.

Minghao hummed in response, picking up his own tea. The fragrance coming from the perfectly steeped jasmine tea leaves filled the chilly February air around them, almost as if they were in their own bubble.

Most days they really were.

Junhui knew that he was really lucky that Minghao had come to Hogwarts at the same time as him, even though they were a year apart. It had been a long and difficult process to get accepted as a second year; and if Headmistress McGonagall had been a less generous woman, he never would've met Minghao—or any of the others. They had been made fun of and harassed from the moment they had arrived, but now—almost at the end of his time at the illustrious school—he wouldn't have done things any differently.

Now, if he could only be as certain about what laid ahead.

"Do you think falling in love is as big of a deal as everyone makes it out to be?" Junhui asked, setting his cup down.

"You're full of existential questions today." Minghao also set his cup down. "I think... that it's probably really nice in its own way... but that it's not the only kind of love that's important. Love comes in all forms and they're all equally necessary and fulfilling. People put all of their eggs in the romantic love basket and then wonder why they're still unhappy when they ditched all their friends for a new relationship."

"So you don't think it's lame that you're having tea with your best friend on Valentine's Day?"

"Of course not." Minghao snorted. "There's nothing else I'd rather be doing. Anyway, do you think it's lame for Mingyu and Wonwoo to be hanging out in the Astronomy Tower of all places doing who knows what when Mingyu has the entire female student population after him?"

"No, not at all," Junhui replied quickly. "They are each other's most important person."

"Exactly." Minghao smiled at his best friend over the rim of his teacup. "Aren't I your most important person?"

"Yes. Always yes," Junhui assured him.

"And you're mine, so don't worry about it anymore," Minghao said, reaching across the table to pat Junhui's shoulder fondly.

"Why do I feel like you're the older one instead of me?"

"Because it's my duty to impart wisdom upon you from time to time," the Ravenclaw informed him matter-of-factly. "It comes with the house."

Junhui rolled his eyes.

"In other news, my mother wrote to me this morning letting me know that one of the girls with whom I attended primary school told her parents that I'm going to a private school in the UK, and so they contacted my parents asking if they had any prospective fiancées in mind for me," Minghao told him. "My pretend pedigreed education is apparently an attractive quality."

"Ah, they're Muggles," Junhui concluded. "Your parents don't have a problem with that, do they?"

"No, definitely not." Minghao shook his head. "I just think it's much more difficult to try and be in relationships with non-magic folk. You have to hide so much, not even just because you think they can't be trusted but because you never know how they're going to take the news. It's a lot of information for most people to handle."

"I don't know, I think my father took it pretty well," Junhui said, thinking back to the story his parents had told him about how his mother had broken the news to her then-boyfriend that she was a witch. "But he is a little odd himself, so I think he was just relieved that she wasn't as normal as he thought she was."

"Your parents are a pretty strange pair," Minghao admitted, "but I like them. They're very nice."

"And your parents are hilarious," Junhui returned, remembering when they had come to the pick-up point at Hogsmeade to take a Portkey back to China for the summer just last year. "You really take after them."

Minghao shrugged.

"Superior genetics."

Junhui snorted into his teacup, blowing bubbles across the surface of the still-hot liquid.

"Don't scoff," Minghao pretended to scold him. "You have the very best best friend you could possibly ask for. You should be grateful."

Still holding the teacup to his face to hide his smile, Junhui nodded in agreement.

"Oh, I am. I always am."

The Library — February 14th (early evening)

"I knew I'd find you here!" Soonyoung exclaimed happily, weaving through the aisles as he skipped towards the study tables.

Jihoon looked up at the Gryffindor, frowning. The table that he was sitting at was covered entirely in books and parchment, a stark contrast to the other empty tables. In fact, his was the only occupied table in the entire library. Madame Pince wasn't even lurking in the shadows as usual, considering that Soonyoung was speaking at louder than an inside voice and she hadn't come over to reprimand him.

"I'm usually here," he deadpanned, looking back down at his work, "the same of which cannot be said for you."

Soonyoung didn't look the least bit offended by Jihoon's words, long since used to his particular form of communication. Undeterred, he looked down at all of the materials spread out on the table, trying to figure out what Jihoon was working on even though it was upside down for him.

"You have to be the only person in the entire school who's studying today!" he pouted, pawing at the parchment nearest to him. "It's Valentine's Day! A day for love! What are you even working on?"

"Getting ahead," Jihoon said shortly, yanking the parchment back from him. "Love can wait."

"Jihoon-ah, you'll work yourself to death," Soonyoung chided him, pulling out the chair opposite the Ravenclaw. "I think you should take a break."

"That's how I like it," Jihoon grumbled, "and I have nothing pressing to attend to tonight, so there's no point in taking a break."

"I came all the way up here, to the library—where I never am, as you correctly pointed out—to find you and you won't pull yourself away from your books to hang out with me?"

Jihoon's quill paused mid-scratch, the only indication that he had heard the seventh year's question, before he continued writing.

"You don't usually ask me to hang out," he said, his tone bordering on indifferent.

"It's not for lack of wanting to. I always want to," Soonyoung admitted. "And I always think you're going to say no, so I never ask."

He thought he could see a faint pink blush on Jihoon's cheeks but it was hard to tell from this angle.

"That's not very Gryffindor of you," Jihoon commented, scribbling away.

"It's the one thing in which I lack courage," Soonyoung huffed. "But to be fair, you're very intimidating, even though you're the cutest person I know."

Jihoon accidentally pressed down on the parchment too hard with his quill, creating an ink blot over the words he was writing. Swearing under his breath, the tips of his ears red, he waved his wand at the offending spot.

"Stop talking nonsense," he hissed, the red flush spreading from his ears to the rest of his face.

"I'm not!" Soonyoung insisted. "I think you're the cutest person in the whole school!"

"Shut up!"

Jihoon wasn't even trying to focus on his work anymore, intent on getting Soonyoung to stop talking before he had a coronary. Not that it was possible. The seventh year was actually very shy—but you would never know it by the way his mouth ran a million miles when he was around his friends. He seemed determined to say his piece and nothing was going to get in the way of him saying it.

"You're always so strict and I think it's because you like it when people listen to you, but you're always doing nice things for people while pretending that you had nothing to do with it," the Gryffindor continued, oblivious to the fact that Jihoon was now bypassing red and heading into scarlet. "Like that time you jinxed those people who had been making fun of Junhui and Minghao when they first arrived. It was so impressive, I remember thinking that you were such a cool and dependable person even back then."

"That's enough!"

"And you're so buff for such a small and cute person." Soonyoung rested his chin on one hand. "You could probably knock me out if you really wanted to. Honestly, please do it, it would be the greatest honor of my life. Anyway, it makes no sense... and yet it makes perfect sense. Everything about you is just... so fascinating."

The Ravenclaw jumped up from his chair, hurling the quill he had been using at Soonyoung, who turned and ducked just in time to watch it sail over his head.

"Whoa! What was that for?"

"Why are you saying all this?" Jihoon demanded. "Did you come up here just to embarrass me?"

Realizing that he and the sixth year were not on the same page in spite of the way he had just gushed about him, Soonyoung shook his head.

Apparently he had not been clear enough.

"Accio quill," he murmured, holding a hand out for the quill Jihoon had thrown at him before offering it back to him. "I'm not trying to embarrass you, although I am sorry if that's how you feel. I'm just trying to tell you how I feel, which is that you scare me but I like it—I like you."

Jihoon snatched his quill back, face still impossibly red.

"You have a funny way of showing it," he snapped. "You have mere months left before you graduate, your timing is nothing if not grossly impeccable."

"I know, I haven't been very brave," Soonyoung said, shrugging, not even the least bit put off by Jihoon's criticism. "I really didn't want to ruin our dynamic or make things weird for the others, but if we hadn't agreed to the no dates rule for the Yule Ball, I would've asked you."

"You said you weren't interested in anyone when Minghao asked you," Jihoon pointed out, narrowing his eyes at him.

"So I lied." Soonyoung started gathering the parchment on the table into a pile. "I haven't exactly told anyone that I've been harboring this secret crush on you for three years. I'm no good at keeping secrets but I was very good at keeping this one. And stop being so pragmatic about this, I'm trying to be romantic."

"I really don't know what you want me to say to all of this," Jihoon said snippily. "You're the last person I expected to confess to having a years-long crush on me."

"How about you say what you want to say?" Soonyoung suggested, a hopeful expression on his face.

Jihoon, having just noticed that the seventh year had compiled all his parchment into a neat stack, slid the pile away from him and across the table, putting everything into his school bag. He then waved his wand, sending his books flying back onto the shelves in their rightful places. When he had stalled enough, he sighed and turned to face the Gryffindor.

"I know we've been friends for my entire time at Hogwarts thus far," he began finally. "I know that I can trust you, that you're telling the truth—that you wouldn't confess just to yank the rug out from under me, as I believe the expression goes. I know all of that, logically, but considering that—as you said—people find me intimidating, it's hard to imagine someone being so earnest about their feelings for me. Most people think I'm too... domineering."

His hands came up to his throat, loosening his blue and bronze tie from around his neck.

"I can't even really say if I like you as more than a friend or not," he said, sounding apologetic. "I didn't think it was a possibility, so I never considered you in that way."

Soonyoung leaned over the table between them, reaching for the Ravenclaw's school bag and hoisting the strap over one shoulder. He maintained eye contact the entire time, willing Jihoon to believe him but also wanting to fluster him just a little bit more.

"But as you said, you know that you can trust me," he pointed out. "Plus, if you think about it, you're a strict taskmaster and I'm a glutton for punishment—we're perfect for each other."

Jihoon tried to wrestle his school bag back from the taller boy, his pale face gaining back the red that had just begun to fade.

"You can't just say things like that!" he hissed.

Soonyoung simply tugged the bag out of his grasp and just out of his reach, smiling cheekily.

"I've waited three years to confess," he reminded him. "Now that the secret's out, I have all sorts of things that I kept to myself that I'm going to say—including how adorable I think you are. Walk with me?"

Jihoon stared up at him for a few moments, expression unreadable. If he thought at all about refusing him, the thought didn't last. Tucking his hands into his pockets, he nodded towards the front of the library.

"Well, after you then."

Slytherin Common Room — February 14th (dusk)

"Hong!"

Joshua didn't even so much as raise his head, instead making an indifferent "mmm" sound in acknowledgement.

He didn't need to look to see who it was—the voice alone was clue enough.

William Bennington the third was an awful homage to the Pureblood Slytherins of old. With generations of English aristocratic breeding to support his claim to everything he wanted in life, he was disliked even within his own house and by many of the portraits in the dungeons; and after seven long years sharing a dormitory with him, he still said "Hong" with a certain sneer that was clearly affected by poorly concealed racism.

At this point, Joshua had been living in the UK long enough to let things roll off his back, but William could've given Draco Malfoy a run for his money with the way he paraded about the school as if he owned it.

"Pretty prince doesn't have a date tonight?" William asked him, dropping down onto the sofa across from him, his tone mocking.

"Not that I'm aware of," Joshua replied pleasantly, still not looking up from his book.

"Hey, it just goes to show you that looks aren't everything in life," the other boy commented snidely. "The girls here won't go after some foreigner with no title. And aren't you a Half-Blood?" he added as an afterthought. "Yeah, that won't do at all."

Joshua turned the page, letting William carry on the conversation by himself. The golden-haired heir to a Potions empire (or so he claimed, Joshua had never bothered to verify this) had been harassing him from the moment he had set foot in the common room first year; and he had long since learned that it was best to let him converse with himself to get everything out of his system before he was satisfied. Not only did William take issue with his race and his blood status, he seemed oddly offended by his appearance as well, referring to him as "pretty" with his tone suggesting that he did not mean it in a positive way.

"Nothing to say?" William asked him softly, noticing that his tirade was falling on deaf ears. "Truth hurts, does it?"

"If you say so." Joshua barely shrugged his shoulders.

Apparently it was the wrong thing to say.

"You think you're better than me?" William demanded, suddenly shooting up from his seat. "That you can sit there like you're royalty and I'm some sort of commoner? I'm far more important than you will ever be!"

Joshua sighed, recognizing that his night would be a lost cause if he didn't address this particular problem promptly, and slipped a tasseled bookmark in between the pages of his book before closing it and looking up at his aggressor for the first time during their previously one-sided confrontation.

"I get that certain things matter to you," he said carefully, "but they don't matter to me—and they don't matter to a lot of people anymore, not even the Slytherins here. I didn't realize that me being dateless on Valentine's Day was of such great significance to you, especially when it's of no significance to me and my evening. Maybe you should be more worried about the fact that you care so much about what I'm doing with my time, alone or otherwise."

William's upper lip curled into a sneer, his eyes narrowing.

"Listen, you filthy—"

"Oh, shut it, Bennington," snapped a voice from behind Joshua.

Joshua turned to look over his shoulder, noticing that Mira Nott had just come from the girls' dormitories and was standing just behind the sofa he was sitting on.

According to Jeonghan—who seemed to always know the latest gossip amongst the various wizarding families—Theodore Nott had settled down with a Pureblood witch from Bulgaria who had graduated from Durmstrang. They had met while Theo had been taking some time away from England and had returned together shortly after their wedding.

While she had been a cute girl when she had first arrived, Mira had grown into an exceptionally pretty young woman by the age of seventeen. Taller than most of the other girls in the school, the first thing that Joshua had noticed about her was that she had perfectly straight posture that adjusted minutely according to her movements. With long, dark curls framing her face, a warm complexion, and high cheekbones, she had the best features of both of her parents—except that she had one brown and one blue eye, both of which were cunning yet also surprisingly kind. Top of the class in at least every class Joshua shared with her, she was also the Slytherin Seeker; and he loved to watch her fly against Seungcheol during matches. Her intellect and athleticism made her a formidable opponent, and their matches were always close ones.

All that being said, Mira was obviously highly sought after—even by William Bennington the third.

"Don't mind him. Joshua," she said to him, a beautiful, wicked smile on her face as she made direct eye contact with William. "If betrothal contracts were still common practice, I would've already asked my father to request a meeting with your parents to discuss one."

Joshua resisted the urge to grin broadly at the way William's face had gone absolutely scarlet, a purple vein starting to make its appearance at his temple.

"You flatter me, Mira," he said to her instead, laying it on a little thick for the benefit of their audience, even as he ignored him. "I don't think I would be opposed to such a meeting. There's still time to write to your parents and mine."

Standing up, he offered her his arm.

"Walk with me?" he asked, every bit the perfect gentleman.

"Of course," she replied, walking around the sofa and linking arms with him.

Triggered by the events taking place right in front of him, their forgotten peer leapt up from his seat, positively quivering with entitled rage.

"Mira! You cannot possibly be thinking about entering a betrothal contract with that Half-Blood foreigner! My father—"

William's deranged bellows were cut off abruptly as the door swung shut behind them.

"I wonder what his father would have to say if he knew that the daughter of a Sacred Twenty-Eight family had filed a complaint with the school governors about the shady little deals William conducts in the prefects' bathroom," Mira said innocently.

Joshua smiled at her, completely enamored. Was there any other witch at this school more perfect than the one looking at him right now?

"You are so ruthless, I love it," he told her.

She tossed her hair over one shoulder, smiling back at him.

"Tell me more."

Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch — February 14th (evening)

"Yoo-hoo! Channie!"

Chan squinted down at the figure waving up at him, figuring out who it was based on the gleaming head of hair.

Camille Archambault, which she had told him meant "bold master"—the girl from the Yule Ball.

It had been almost two months since Christmas and he had met up with the stunning beauty from Beauxbatons a handful of times—a Hogsmeade outing here, a walk on the grounds there. They were what some people might call dating, if a little intensely for something that was supposed to be casual. Translation spells helped bridge the language barrier; and she was sweet, funny, and charming. She was quite good at spells, and she had told him that if she had been a student during the time of the Triwizard Tournament, she would have entered. She liked picnics by the greenhouses and broom rides with her arms wrapped around his waist, coffee with milk poured in delicate swirls and the feeling of his hand intertwined with hers, primrose perfume and the way he got red right before he kissed her.

Sometimes he found himself thinking that he should be a little more cautious with his heart—that he should be waiting for the other foot to drop—but so far he was having fun, and he supposed that was what mattered.

He was surprised that she could tell it was him considering how high up he was, but he did catch her staring at him from the Ravenclaw table quite often. She never looked embarrassed at having been caught—in fact, it only emboldened her and he ended up having to be the one to look away.

"That girl never gets tired of looking at you," Jeonghan had told him once, the disdain in his voice more like that of a disapproving parent rather than an overprotective friend. "I wonder how she manages to concentrate on her studies when she's staring at you all the time. I suppose she'd at least get an Outstanding in Lee Chan."

"Let them be, Hannie," Seungcheol had admonished him gently.

Secretly, Chan wondered what Camille saw in him, exactly. She had been the one to ask him to dance at the Yule Ball and the one to lead him out to the gardens that night. She had also initiated all of their dates so far, as well as most of their shows of affection, which he still hadn't quite gotten used to. After their time together at the ball, he hadn't expected to hear from her again, yet she kept seeking him out. She seemed to have memorized his schedule to account for all the classes she didn't share with him—she always knew where to find him, even when he didn't tell anyone where he was going.

It was flattering, he had to admit.

At the ball, she had asked him how to pronounce his name correctly, repeating it multiple times even after he had told her that she had down—and then proceeded to only refer to him as Channie, saying that it was her cute name for him. One of the other Beauxbatons girls, having only heard Camille call him Channie, tried to use the nickname one morning and the next time he saw her, she was missing her eyebrows.

"Why doesn't she just grow them back?" Mingyu had asked, perplexed.

"If she would, she could," Chan had replied, shrugging. "Camille's really good at spells, the other girl probably can't figure out how to reverse it."

"Wow, you'd better make sure she never gets mad at you."

Privately, he agreed.

That being said, he wondered if she felt like she had to teach him everything—where to put his hands, when to kiss her, what he should say. He had made his lack of experience known that night in the gardens, but she hadn't seemed to mind. She had simply directed him and he took direction well.

And yet... he couldn't help but think it was as though they were caught up in a race in which only she knew where the finish line was—and the thought made him more than a little sweaty-palmed.

Coming back to his senses, he Summoned the Quaffle he had been practicing with and tucked it under one arm. Although he wasn't on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Chan still liked to fly. It brought him peace and helped clear his mind, and on an evening when he figured he had no plans, it was the perfect way to spend his time.

I guess I have plans now, he thought to himself.

He circled the goalposts on the far right side of the pitch, making a nose dive and pulling up straight just as his toes skimmed the grass. He dismounted smoothly, giving Camille a friendly smile as he approached her, Nimbus 3000 broom in one hand and Quaffle in the other.

"Hi, Camille," he greeted her. "What can I do for you this evening?"

"Bon soir, Channie," she returned, smiling prettily at him. "I admit, I am a little disappointed that you did not come looking for me today. I was hoping that we could spend some time together."

"Ah, I wasn't aware that that was what you wanted," he told her sheepishly. "It's Valentine's Day and we're not, you know, official, so I didn't think you would want to do anything."

"Channie, Channie, Channie." Camille shook her golden blonde head. He caught sight of delicate pearl strand earrings dangling from her ears, a matching set with the string of pearls around her neck. "I am going back to France at the end of term, do you think I want to waste time going slow?"

"I wouldn't think it was a waste of time," he protested, cheeks growing pink. "I just... haven't really hung out with a lot of girls. You move kind of fast."

"Oh, I know, mon chéri, it is what makes you one of the good boys," she said, touching his cheek, her expression fond. "I always enjoy our time together, and I think it would be silly to not make the most of the time we have left, non?"

Chan dropped the Quaffle on the grass and placed his own hand over her hand on his face.

Being with Camille was like one ongoing surprise party. Sure, it was fun, but it also kind of gave him a heart attack. Even though he always did his best to try and read her mind before she actually executed any of her plans, he more often than not found himself unprepared. It was a little jarring to be caught unawares as many times as he had been since they had started seeing each other, but he knew that he had to enjoy the ride while it lasted.

She was, after all, leaving at the end of term.

"Let me shower first?" he asked her.

She tilted her head to the side to press her lips to his other cheek.

"Meet me at the entrance to the grounds in half an hour," she murmured in his ear. "I'll be waiting."

The Gilded Phoenix (Private Room) — February 14th (night)

"You know I really didn't need all of this," Jeonghan said, taking a sip from the glass of elf wine he was holding daintily in one hand. "We could have stayed at school and I would have been just as happy."

"I know, but it's our last year at Hogwarts. Maybe it sounds kind of childish... but I just wanted to do something to commemorate our last year as kids," Seungcheol told his boyfriend honestly, shrugging. "Life is going to change pretty dramatically once we graduate. I feel like we're never going to have this kind of peace again."

"So you wanted to live in this bubble of youthful innocence one last time," Jeonghan guessed.

"Exactly."

"We're still going to be kids when we graduate," Jeonghan said thoughtfully. "The Wizarding World in the UK moves so fast, it's amazing how anyone manages to find something stable so soon after graduation."

"Are you planning on going home?" Seungcheol asked him.

"Yes, for a while. My parents will want to see me—and they'll want to see you as well."

"I think I'll go home for a little while, too." Seungcheol ran a finger around the rim of his wine glass absentmindedly. "There's this famous producer based in London whom I'm trying to get an internship with, though. I'll need to find a job so that I can get a flat nearby if I get accepted."

"Darling, you know that you don't have to work if you don't want to," the Slytherin reminded him. "I don't have to work if I don't want to, and I'm more than capable of taking care of both of us. Besides, my family loves you. We'd be married as soon as we landed on Korean soil if it were up to them."

"Spoiled rich kid," Seungcheol teased.

"You love me," Jeonghan flirted back.

"Always." Seungcheol took Jeonghan's hand, his thumb skimming the tops of his knuckles affectionately. "Look, I appreciate you offering to support me financially, but I want to be able to do things on my own, whatever I choose to pursue."

"Your music has always been important to you. You're an artist. You could... simply think of me as your patron," Jeonghan suggested.

"Hannie—"

"I mean it," Jeonghan insisted. "You would be focusing on making music without worrying about your finances. It's not like I would be paying for you to stay idle. I'm sure I could also come up with work for you."

"I really can't accept," Seungcheol said firmly, "so please don't ask me to."

Jeonghan set down his wine glass with a huff.

"You never let me do anything for you!" the Slytherin exclaimed, eyes narrowed dangerously. "I always indulge this little... complex you seem to have about being perceived as the provider, but you know that that concept is extremely outdated. There is no hunter-gatherer dynamic in the twenty-first century."

"You think this is about my masculinity?" Seungcheol asked incredulously.

"Yes, I do!" Jeonghan snapped. "I let you open jars for me and move my furniture around because I know it makes you feel useful. The least you could let me do is use the resources I have to help you!"

The Gryffindor leaned back in his chair, staring at his boyfriend in disbelief.

"So that's how you really see me," he said flatly.

Jeonghan sighed, deflating at once.

"Cheollie, it's not that I see you as some sort of caveman," he said sadly. "You help me all the time. I just want to be able to help you for once."

Seungcheol's expression softened. He knew that Jeonghan just wanted to help—he was generous to a fault, and throwing his money at problems was his way of trying to make things better. There was some truth to what he was saying, though—his ego wouldn't let him allow his boyfriend to pay all the bills while he tried to make it as an artist.

"You do help me," he murmured, taking both of Jeonghan's hands in his. "You help me every day just by existing. I'm already taking advantage of the fact that you wake up every morning still wanting to be with me."

"You're stupid," Jeonghan huffed, eyes watery. "You big, stupid man. You're not taking advantage of anything. Sometimes I wish you would!"

"Alright, point taken." Seungcheol chuckled, gently smacking the palm of one of Jeonghan's hands. "I mean it, though. Do you know how coveted you are by most of the student body?"

"Of course everyone wants me," the Slytherin scoffed. "As they should. It doesn't mean that they can have me. I'm yours, and I always will be."

Seungcheol smiled at him.

"I know."

"So will you let me bankroll your endeavors in music?" Jeonghan asked hopefully.

Seungcheol stared at him for a moment, considering.

"I'll think about it," he said finally.

"I suppose that's the best offer I'm going to get." Jeonghan sighed dramatically, picking his wine glass back up. "Life doesn't have to be so hard, you know. If there's an easy way, you should take it, never mind your moral qualms regarding classism and the way the one percent uses their wealth to get ahead in life."

"Hannie, you're the one percent," Seungcheol pointed out dryly.

"And what about it?" he sassed back.

"Nothing, you're the most benevolent benefactor in all the land," the Gryffindor said primly.

Jeonghan reached across the table and tugged his boyfriend forward by his black tie, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

"Only for you."

The Black Lake — February 14th (early evening)

Vernon paced back and forth anxiously on the far shore of the Black Lake. He had tasked a pair of what he hoped were reliable second-year Hufflepuffs to locate Seungkwan and bring him to the Black Lake, where he would get in a boat that he had charmed to row itself across the water. He had spent more of half of the time between the day he had talked to Seungcheol and Valentine's Day panicking over what to do, then spent the remaining time trying to get everything together, including practicing the spell to make the boat row itself for several days. That morning, he had packed a picnic basket full of all of his boyfriend's favorite things, as well as a blanket, and he hoped that his sincerity would come across.

Before they had started a relationship, Vernon and Seungkwan had been friends, and even then they had done something small and quiet for previous Valentine's Days, just because there was no one else they'd rather have spent that time with—and because Vernon had spent his first five years at Hogwarts avoiding any girls who even looked at him longer than necessary. So really, he didn't need to worry. Seungkwan just happened to be his boyfriend now—it wasn't as though he needed to be impressed further.

Vernon looked down at the picnic basket sitting on the rather cliché red and gold patterned blanket and wondered if it was enough.

Maybe I should have gotten flowers? he fretted.

It wasn't so much about the fact that it was Valentine's Day than it was about how much Vernon had been worrying about Seungkwan since his late friend's birthday.

Every time the Gryffindor had tried to approach his boyfriend to try and get him to open up, Seungkwan had always come up with excuses for why he couldn't talk and would busy himself with something else. It was frustrating, of course, but it was more anxiety-inducing than anything—and more than once Vernon wondered if he was just a really bad significant other who didn't know how to talk to his partner just right in order to get him to confide in him.

"Agh!"

Startled out of his own self-wallowing, Vernon looked up to see the boat that he had charmed to carry Seungkwan across the lake rocking back and forth wildly—with Seungkwan in it.

Privately, Vernon was relieved that the boat was already pretty close to shore, but he didn't think that his boyfriend would see it that way—and definitely not after the boat tipped to one side, dumping Seungkwan into the lake that was surely still freezing.

"Oh, no," Vernon muttered, covering his face with his hands. "He's going to kill me. He's going to kill me then bring me back so that he can kill me again."

Peeking through the gaps in his fingers, he watched as Seungkwan swam the remaining distance from where the boat had tipped over to the shore, weighed down by his school robes. A fairly decent swimmer from his years spent growing up on an island, Seungkwan was letting his fury propel him forward with surprising strength. Dripping wet and looking absolutely furious, he stomped up the bank towards Vernon, who silently sent prayers heavenward and hoped someone heard him.

"Hansol Vernon Chwe!" The Hufflepuff tore through his full name. "You'd better have a good explanation for this!"

Not my government name, Vernon grimaced.

Lowering his hands from his face, he said uncertainly, "Happy... Valentine's Day?"

Seeing that Seungkwan was opening his mouth to deliver what would probably be the human equivalent of a Howler message on a Monday morning in front of the entire Great Hall, Vernon interrupted.

"Look, I didn't mean for you to get dumped into the lake!" he blurted out. "I've been planning everything since the beginning of the month and with everything else, I didn't have that much time to practice the spell on the boat. It was just supposed to bring you across the lake without you having to do anything, I swear!"

Seungkwan held up an index finger, cutting him off. Vernon shut his mouth abruptly, anxious, as his boyfriend leaned his body to one side and peered over his shoulder at the blanket laid out behind him with the picnic basket.

"Kwannie," Vernon began.

Seungkwan made a noise, his index finger still raised. He inhaled deeply—dramatically—then lowered his finger.

"You planned all of this?" he asked.

Vernon nodded rapidly.

Seungkwan exhaled.

"Okay, walk me through your vision." The Hufflepuff gestured with his hands for his boyfriend to proceed. "Tell me what was going through your mind when you came up with all this. I want to know."

"Well, it's our first Valentine's Day together as a couple." Vernon scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "And I know that you've been really sad since Binnie's birthday..." When he noticed Seungkwan had stiffened at the mention of his friend, he said defensively, "I tried to talk to you about it so many times but you wouldn't talk to me! I thought that maybe I was doing something wrong, or that you felt like you couldn't trust me to open up... so I talked to Seungcheol hyung."

"And he told you to drown your boyfriend in the Black Lake?" Seungkwan deadpanned.

"He told me that I should use Valentine's Day as an opportunity to show you that you're not alone," Vernon corrected him gently.

Seungkwan huffed, wringing the water out of his robes as he avoided looking at the Gryffindor. Vernon watched him for several minutes while he fussed over his water-logged clothes before he finally straightened up and took a few steps closer to him.

Vernon held his breath.

He's going to break up with me, he chanted in his head. He's realized how bad I am at this whole relationship thing and he is going to break up with me.

"I'm only going to say this once, so you'd better listen," Seungkwan told him sternly, holding his face securely between wet hands. "Well, not only once, because I will always tell you good things about yourself so that you're aware of your own worth, but regardless! Me not talking to you about Binnie has nothing to do with how good of a boyfriend—or even how good of a friend—you are. You are doing wonderfully, I promise. Do you understand? Nod for yes, shake for no."

Vernon nodded, face still trapped between Seungkwan's hands.

"It's very difficult for bossy people like me to let go," the Hufflepuff continued, trying to sound flippant. "We need to be taken care of just like everyone else, but we're not very good at letting other people take care of us. And it shows in our dynamic, even after we got together," he added, using one hand to gesture between Vernon and himself. "So me avoiding talking to you every time you tried to talk to me about Binnie is not because you're not good at being supportive, because you are—it's because I'm not good at being vulnerable. Understand? Nod for yes, shake for no."

Vernon nodded again.

"I appreciate the effort you put into this." Seungkwan smiled at him, the effect only slightly diminished by his bangs still dripping water onto his face. "I appreciate the effort you put into us, all the time; and I'm sorry that I made you feel as though I didn't."

"I know how hard it is for you to say sorry first," Vernon teased, his voice muffled by the squishing of his cheeks. "So I appreciate it."

"Yah!" Seungkwan pinched his cheeks gently. "But you're right, and I really am sorry. You're an amazing boyfriend and I love you." Vernon jumped, not expecting the sudden declaration when neither of them had never said those words before. Noticing this thanks to his grip on his face, Seungkwan only held on more firmly. "Do you understand? Nod for yes, shake for no."

Unable to do anything else, Vernon nodded.

"Good."

Seungkwan loosened his grasp and stroked the apples of Vernon's cheeks with his thumbs affectionately.

"Because I do. Love you, I mean. Since first year, when you told those boys off in class for bullying me," he clarified unnecessarily. "I knew then and there that you were someone I could count on, and you've proven time and time again how right I was—although, of course, I've never been wrong in my life. So I'll tell you that I love you all the time, because you need to hear it. I want you to hear it and know that I mean it, because I've never meant anything more in my entire existence on this wretched planet."

Vernon swallowed.

"Kwannie, I—"

Seungkwan stopped him, putting a hand over his mouth.

"Tell me when you're ready," he said. "I'll still love you then, even if you make me wait for a long time. But don't make me wait too long, okay? Nod for yes, shake for no."

Vernon nodded.

#GeniusLabStorytime #SEVENTEEN #SEVENTEEN x Hogwarts #TW: mentions of Moonbin from ASTRO #VerKwan is the main attraction #MinWon but like... platonically #Seokmin's admirer is secret because they're too shy to reveal themselves #JunHao but like... also platonically?#Joshua has an admirer because of course he does #Chan is still having dalliances with the Beauxbatons girl from the Christmas AU #JeongCheol #And a new pairing that wasn't established in the Christmas AU... SoonHoon!#There's all kinds of tension but everyone is happy in the end #It was so much easier to write the Christmas AU because they were more grouped together #I had to come up with something for each of them to do whether as a pair or on their own with an original character #Carat Day #Valentine's Day

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정한 ─── yoon jeonghan

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우지 ─── lee jihoon

도겸 ─── lee seokmin

민규 ─── kim mingyu

i. kisses to his moles by @kyrjnie [f, ꮺ] [romance, fluff, flirting, soft moments; 0.8k] ii. golden retriever by @slytherinshua [ f ]

디에잇 ─── xu minghao

i. die first by @jeonghanfr [a] [drabble, 0.5k]

승관 ─── boo seungkwan

i. take care by @arcanesea [f] [established relationship, sick fic, hurt-comfort]

버논 ─── chwe hansol

i. 13:16 PM by @fairyhaos [f] [est. rs; 0.5k] ii. action by @blue-jisungs [f] [coffee shop au, non-idol; 1k]

디노 ─── lee chan

i. so i danced by @blue-jisungs [f] [thieves (?) au, 1.6k]

𖥔 OT13 // POLY // UNITS ˖

i. hhu as scents by @jeonghanfr [ f ] [ headcannons ] ii. how svt dances in the rain with their s/o by @fairyhaos [ f ] [ headcannons ] ii. how svt reacts to their s/o's baby pics by @fairyhaos [ f ] [ headcannons ]

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wonwooslibrary · 3 years

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Seventeen as Hogwarts Students: Junhui Edition

pairing: none (mentions of an s/o towards the end)

genre: fluff?, bulleted list, hogwarts au, humor

word count: 331

summary: learn a bit about what I think junhui would be like as a hogwarts student!

a/n: it’s jun’s turn! if you haven’t watched the mv/listened to silent boarding gate, please do i love it oml it’s amazing <3

It’s my love Jun’s turn <3

Finally

I’ve been waiting for this day for so long lmao

So I feel like a lot of people sort Junhui into Hufflepuff?

Which honestly...makes a lot of sense

But I, personally, don’t sort him into Hufflepuff

I sort him into Slytherin?

I’m not sure if I am going to be able to explain this while I’m half asleep but

Just hear me out

Junhui is chaotic...like, chaotic neutral vibes

Sometimes lawful evil...it depends

And he is just so...

Ugh idk how to explain it

He’s carefree

He likes to laugh and joke around a lot

He likes to pull pranks and be loud

But he is a sassy brat sometimes

And that’s where I get the Slytherin energy

The fact that both members of the China line are in Slytherin kind of scares me, ngl

But anywayJunhui likes to have fun!

He definitely knows when it’s time to chill out

I actually haven’t thought abt what classes Junnie would be good at...

Maybe...

Charms?

Or even transfiguration

I honestly have no clue oops

But teacher wise, I think he’d vibe with...

Professor Trelawney?

Maybe?

Idk I’m just kind of going with whatever

Pls ignore me

Jun seems like the type of student to really be into prophecies

Which is why he’d get along well with Trelawney

So I can imagine him doing something like that as a career

Basically philosophy

Wow we love that for Junnie <3

ANYWAY

I think because he’s interested in prophecies, he’d already know how his life would go

As in who his s/o would be

I think his s/o would be someone who absolutely hates the idea of philosophy

And they would grow to love each other despite their differences!!

Anyway that is the end for Junnie’s edition! I hope you all enjoyed!

The end !! <3

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tan2w · 4 years

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SVT Hogwarts AU part 25 : OHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYY GODDDDDD jasmine!

#seventeen hogwarts au #seventeen #svt #seungkwan #seokmin #dokyeom #dk #hoshi #junhui #wonwoo #woozi #jihoon #seventeen fanart #svt fanart

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leaderscoups · 5 years

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Seventeen Hogwarts Houses Survey - Results

Hello! As some of you may recall, I made this post several weeks ago asking you to vote on which Hogwarts House you think each boy would be sorted into. Thank you to all who took the time to take my survey! Here are the results ✨

Disclaimer: I am not a statistics major so I cannot guarantee that the sample size taken here (42 responses) is accurately representative of the population. Additionally, just because the results of this survey placed a certain boy in a certain house, doesn’t mean your personal sorting is wrong! This was just a fun way to see, in general, if there are trends in how most people would sort each boy.

Seungcheol

81% (34) – Gryffindor

16.7% (7) – Hufflepuff

2.4% (1) – Slytherin

0% (0) – Ravenclaw

no disagreement from me on this one! cheol is absolutely a gryffindor in my mind and he would 100% be the captain of the gryffindor quidditch team (i am curious about that one person who sorted him in slytherin tho)

Jeonghan

88.1% (37) – Slytherin

9.5% (4) – Ravenclaw

2.4% (1) – Hufflepuff

0% (0) – Gryffindor

my thoughts on these results: absolutely

Joshua

40.5% (17) – Slytherin

28.6% (12) – Ravenclaw

21.4% (9) – Hufflepuff

9.5% (4) – Gryffindor

not surprising that he was highest in slytherin (this boy and his cheating smh), but i was a little surprised that ravenclaw was his second highest. also, i am endlessly pleased that the evil twins are both slytherins

Jun

50% (20) – Hufflepuff

19% (8) – Slytherin

19% (8) – Ravenclaw

11.9% (5) – Gryffindor

it wasn’t really surprising to me that jun had the most votes for hufflepuff, but it was surprising to see how balanced he was on the other three houses. i was expecting gryffindor to pull ahead as second highest

Soonyoung

54.8% (23) – Gryffindor

31% (13) – Hufflepuff

9.5% (4) – Slytherin

4.8% (2) – Ravenclaw

this wasn’t surprising to me, this boy oozes gryffindor energy

Wonwoo

85.7% (36) – Ravenclaw

7.1% (3) – Hufflepuff

7.1% (3) – Gryffindor

0% (0) – Slytherin

i’m in full agreement on this one - he’s undoubtedly a ravenclaw to me

Jihoon

66.7% (28) – Ravenclaw

28.6% (12) – Slytherin

4.8% (2) – Hufflepuff

0% (0) - Gryffindor

again, no disagreement from me - he’d be right at home in ravenclaw

Seokmin

73.8% (31) – Hufflepuff

23.8% (10) – Gryffindor

2.4% (1) – Ravenclaw

0% (0) – Slytherin

i’m relieved no one sorted him into slytherin, i definitely would have had some questions 🤔

Mingyu

52.4% (22) – Gryffindor

42.9% (18) – Hufflepuff

4.8% (2) – Slytherin

0% (0) – Ravenclaw

now this is one that i found surprising. i was totally expecting him to be a hufflepuff, what with his gentle, care-taking personality. also curious that nobody thought he’d be a ravenclaw, especially given his creative, art-loving side

Minghao

61.9% (26) – Slytherin

23.8% (10) – Ravenclaw

11.9% (5) – Gryffindor

2.4% (1) – Hufflepuff

so this one was both surprising and not. i know a lot of people were probably thinking of his snarky, straightforward side when they placed him in slytherin, but maybe i just really like the idea of quiet, thoughtful, & artsy ravenclaw!hao

Seungkwan

52.4% (22) – Hufflepuff

33.3% (14) – Gryffindor

9.5% (4) – Slytherin

4.8% (2) – Ravenclaw

yep, i concur. seungkwan being a hufflepuff feels right to me

Vernon

33.3% (14) – Gryffindor

31% (13) – Hufflepuff

28.6% (28.6%) – Ravenclaw

7.1% (3) – Slytherin

here’s another interesting chart. it was interesting because as i periodically checked the results he kept moving between gryffindor, hufflepuff, and ravenclaw as his highest house. i think this just speaks to his well-rounded personality and i believe any of these three would be a good fit for him

Chan

69% (29) – Gryffindor

16.7% (7) – Slytherin

7.1% (3) – Ravenclaw

7.1% (3) – Hufflepuff

yep, i agree! another boy that gives off strong gryffindor energy. though i can see where those who sorted him into slytherin are coming from, given how ambitious and driven he is

So, to summarize, the Seventeen Hogwarts Houses are:

Ravenclaws: Wonwoo, Jihoon

Gryffindors: Seungcheol, Soonyoung, Mingyu, Vernon, Chan

Hufflepuffs: Jun, Seokmin, Seungkwan

Slytherins: Jeonghan, Joshua, Minghao

Anyone who wishes to use these results for anything (writing, mood boards, etc.) is welcome to do so! I just ask that if you borrow the pie charts, please credit me 😊

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writing-fool · 5 years

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This’ll serve as a masterlist for the headcanons/scenarios as I fill in each member’s story, but also as a quick summary of their Houses, profiles and special occupations.

-Rémy

Disclaimer: neither the Houses, the HP universe or the members are my creation.

Brave, chivalrous and a natural leader, this boy fits perfectly within the image of Gryffindor. With his athletic capabilities, he’s quite fit to be a Gryffindor Chaser, as well as Quidditch Captain. Outside of Quidditch, Seungcheol is a proud father of twelve rascals and an admirable Head Boy. Although intelligent, he’s known for his practical manner of dealing with problems, which makes him reliable to others. He’s confident in his own abilities, but will always say that he shines in the presence of his best friends. Sociable, respectable and lovable, this Gryffindor is loved by nearly all.

Seungcheol’s Patronus achieves its corporeal form, a St. Bernard dog, at the end of seventh year. The memory that ultimately leads to this Patronus is a memory of all thirteen friends taking a ridiculous picture in front of the lake, during the summer holidays.

read his story here

If you need proof that not all Slytherins are bad people, look no further than Jeonghan. Though a cunning prankster, Jeonghan is a kind and caring friend, often needlessly worrying over his friends. He is often regarded as lazy, but is quietly thoughtful and incredibly clever. Where Seungcheol is practical, Jeonghan is shrewd, using tricks if needed to achieve his goals. Because of his quick wit, soft voice and wise advice, he makes for the perfect Slytherin prefect. He always knows when to give detentions, and when to turn a blind eye to innocent acts of mischief. After all, what’s school without a little fun?

Jeonghan’s corporeal Patronus takes the shape of a Nebelung cat. He casts his first ‘real’ Patronus remarkably early, in fifth year, during O.W.L. preparations. The memory that comes up is one that stems from his first year at Hogwarts, when Jisoo and Seungcheol snuck into his room and fell asleep in bed with him, to ward off the homesickness.

read his story here

Intelligent and sometimes witty, Jisoo finds his place in the arms of Ravenclaw. Jisoo often seems mysterious and beautiful to outsiders, and while he is beautiful in and out, this absolute dork only shows his true side to his best friends. He is often seen in the Astronomy Tower, looking at the night sky and finding peace in the stars. Because of his intellect, and kind demeanour, this patient boy is the most popular Ravenclaw Prefect. But beware, this young gentleman has some tricks up his sleeve.

Like Jeonghan, Jisoo’s Patronus takes its corporeal form in fifth year, as a collared Inca hummingbird. The memory that comes up the very first time is the memory of being at home, in bed, feeling the warm sunshine flutter through the curtains to land on his face.

read his story here

It often confuses people how a cute, bubbly boy like Junhui could end up in Slytherin. But as kind and loving as he may be, he is incredibly ambitious and fights for his individuality. Junhui has many talents, and puts pride in what he can do. Although he may look arrogant and prince-like, Junhui is quite shy, and values the opinions of his best friends. He’s no clever prankster and no evil mastermind, but he tends to do what it takes to get what he wants: affection. As a nimble and elegant person, Junhui is a worthy Seeker for the Slytherin Quidditch team, often bringing in victory before others have even realised what has happened.

Junhui’s first corporeal Patronus appears astoundingly early, in fourth year. It takes the form of a panther, and is conjured by recalling the memory of him holding his little brother in his arms for the first time.

read his story here

Soonyoung takes the world, and the Hufflepuff House, by storm with his eccentric and lovable personality. This ball of sunshine loves with his entire heart and soul, and is always there to share his positivity and motivation. Though Soonyoung looks like he’s always happy, he actually worries a lot, and finds his strength through relying on his friends in darker times. Besides being a kind person, Soonyoung is both creative and a team player, making for an excellent Quidditch Captain and Chaser. He’s always looking out for his teammates’ backs and finding new ways to win a match.

Soonyoung masters the Patronus charm in sixth year. His Patronus takes the form of a tiger, and is conjured using the memory of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team celebrating in the common room after winning the House Cup during his fourth year.

read his story here

It’s no surprise when little Wonwoo gets sorted into Ravenclaw on his first day at Hogwarts. His looks and serious face betray his intellect, and often intimidate people. Yet, Wonwoo can become very silly, and is often rather bad at hiding his emotions from his best friends. Surprisingly enough, Wonwoo is a fan of wizard and muggle games, which results in him developing extraordinary eye-hand coordination. This, along with his sense of perfectionism, makes him one of the best Quidditch Keepers Ravenclaw has ever had. After hours, Wonwoo is often asked for advice and book recommendations. Wise, strict and collected, Wonwoo is a fine sixth-year prefect, if you dare to approach him, that is.

Wonwoo’s Patronus takes its corporeal form a couple of months after his graduation and takes the form of a Scottish Deerhound. He casts the spell successfully using the memory of the time he read poetry to his girlfriend while lounging in the Ravenclaw Common Room in sixth year.

read his story here

If Wonwoo’s seriousness is admired, Jihoon’s is feared. A true menace, Jihoon is not afraid to attack any and all who dare mock him and his friends. This young man is a lover of art and sports alike, and often creates his own music on muggle instruments. Rather than being ambitious on the outside, he consistently tries to out-do himself and usually works too hard. After these moments, you can find Jihoon napping anywhere and everywhere. Despite his small stature, Jihoon is an formidable Ravenclaw Beater. The Bludgers he bats are fast and accurate, often sending brooms spiralling.

Jihoon casts his first successful Patronus very early, in fourth year. It takes the form of a Eurasian Sparrowhawk, and is conjured by thinking of the many nights where his friends joined him in the Room of Requirement for a music session. Some would play instruments, others would just jam along to the melody.

read his story here

As a literal personification of the Sun, Seokmin is a perfect addition to Hufflepuff because of his sweet and cheerful personality. He is polite, kind and unafraid to show his real, crazy self to the world. Seokmin never judges, and is always around for a laugh; however, he never seems to stray from his best friends. This boy is not the best student, though he has a knack for Herbology. Seokmin does not busy himself with any clubs, but will join the Gobstones Club for a game or two if he’s asked. He rarely wins, but does not mind as he isn’t competitive.

Seokmin’s Patronus first takes its corporeal form, a chestnut Icelandic stallion, in fifth year. The memory he thinks of to conjure his first corporeal Patronus is that of a snowball fight he had with Seungkwan and Soonyoung in Hogsmeade two weeks before.

read his story here

Because of his tall stature and strikingly handsome looks, Mingyu tends to be seen as a chic person. He personally likes this assumption, but regrettably ruins it once he opens his mouth, after which he reveals his true, weird personality. Among his friends, Mingyu has a puppy-like charm. He fits in Hufflepuff because of his knack for household spells, and clumsy, worrisome demeanour. This young man is often referred to as a mother hen, because he cooks, cleans and most of all, meddles in his friends’ affairs. Although he is clumsy, Mingyu is caring, which makes him a great fifth-year prefect.

Mingyu masters the Patronus spell in seventh year, while preparing for his N.E.W.T.s. He uses the memory of a summer job with Jeonghan at a daycare in sixth year to conjure a beagle Patronus.

read his story here

Mingyu may look chic, but Minghao is chic. Prideful, savage and a little vain at times, Minghao is often misunderstood as a stereotypical Slytherin. But although he does pay a lot of attention to his outward appearance, Minghao is surprisingly cute and giggly once he lets his guard down. This, however, only happens when he’s with his friends, since his strict upbringing has taught him to value self-preservation over kindness. His friends do rub off on him though, and Minghao now does his best to show his kindness through his icy facade. On the Quidditch pitch, Minghao remains a fearsome adversary in the form of a Slytherin Beater, and as the President of the Dueling Club, he is an observant and disciplined teacher.

Minghao casts his first corporeal Patronus after graduation, at the age of 21. It takes on the form of a Runespoor, and is conjured by remembering a hug he shared with Junhui in fourth year, after the older Slytherin had comforted him.

read his story here

Seungkwan is a sensible and sensitive Hufflepuff who always knows what to say when people are having difficulties. He’s not the best problem-solver, and will usually consult his older, seventh-year friends if need be, but he has a great sense of empathy and will always manage to make you feel just a little bit lighter after a conversation. Unfortunately, Seungkwan is rather strict on himself, and underestimates his own strength; however, his friends are all too glad to remind him of his power. Because of his soft touch and sensitive personality, Seungkwan does well in subjects as Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures and Divination. They say he’s on the way to become a good prefect, but Seungkwan fears giving out detentions to other students.

Seungkwan’s Patronus achieves its corporeal form in sixth year, and takes the shape of a blue-and-white swallow. The memory used to cast his first Patronus is a memory of all twelve friends surprising Seungkwan in the Hufflepuff Common Room for his thirteenth birthday.

read his story here

Hansol’s known as a bit of a wild child. It’s hard to keep him focused for long periods of time, unless he’s very interested. This Gryffindor is not one to pass up on a challenge, and is very easy to read. His expressive nature makes him recognizable to many students and teachers, and his innocence is refreshing to many. Although Hansol is bold and careless, he acknowledges his weaknesses and humbly works hard to become the best version of himself. Hansol requires a lot of space, something he definitely gets as one of the Gryffindor Chasers.

Hansol casts a successful, corporeal Patronus for the first time at the age of 19, after graduating from Hogwarts. It takes the form of an Eurasian red squirrel, and is conjured by thinking of the memory of him seeing his parents and little sister again on platform 9 ¾ after his first year at Hogwarts.

read his story here

Even though Chan insists that he isn’t, he’s the baby of the friend group. This kid never backs down from a fight, although he never purposely instigates one. He’s hot-headed and fast, and will land a few strong hexes in the blink of an eye in the Dueling Club. He makes everyone proud as the Gryffindor Seeker, and is perhaps the only real competitor for the more experienced Slytherin Seeker, Junhui. Chan yearns for maturity, since all of his best friends are older, but is often reminded to be patient, one of the few abilities he does not possess.

Chan’s Patronus achieves its corporeal form in fifth year, during O.W.L. preparations, with the help of Seokmin, and takes the rare shape of a dragon. Chan achieves this by remembering the feeling of flying on brooms with all of his friends during the summer holidays after third year.

read his story here

Patronuses are based on my own daemon-like analysis, paired with existing Patronus forms. I don’t actually know how they’re chosen, but I do it this way, since it seems to fit.

The memories used for Patronuses are not their happiest memories, but they are happy memories I use as an example to show parts of their personality (e.g. Hansol is family-oriented).

I probably won’t disclose more concerning the Patronuses, but if you guys would like an explanation, let me know!

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wennjunhui · 5 years

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seventeen hogwarts houses

seungcheol: hufflepuff

jeonghan: slytherin

joshua: slytherin

junhui: hufflepuff

soonyoung: gryffindor

wonwoo: ravenclaw

jihoon: ravenclaw

minghao: slytherin

mingyu: gryffindor

seokmin: hufflepuff

seungkwan: gryffindor

hansol: hufflepuff

chan: gryffindor

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alyssng · 1 year

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lil affectionate ways ~ pt. 2

ehe tis the second half of the cast for my svt hogwarts au fic ~

another reminder that if anyones seeing this after reading my previously posted hcs, you’ll know about the cast’s houses (i have two ocs in this universe fic!!) and stuffies but if you’re new, welcome and i hope you’ll enjoy the lil crumbs :D

please note tho !! that im pretty fluent in mandarin imo at least so the mandarin/pinyin in jun’s section is not just via google translate i used my overworked braincell for that o7

please give feedback or just comment if there’s anything you liked or want to ask! <3

jun

pranks omg. the more pranks the more childish he acts around the cast, the more obvious that hes showering them with his love and affection for them. lily’s already reached the level of just sighing and accepting the pranks, and someone even asked if cheol if he’d rather deal with jeonghan’s teasing or jun’s pranks. cue the panic and stress because neither option is good for ones health. at least jun’s victims are mostly just lily alisa and minghao sooo. cheol’s mental state can take a breather. (“jie~ lets go get some chinese food. malaganguo hongshaorou ni bu hui ye xiang he zhengzhunaicha ma~?” “i- okay…”) half the time minghao cannot believe for the life of him that jun is a year older. “im letting you guys in on a secret, ive been tolerating him for years” is what he says especially when jun’s messing with him in front of their juniors. jun’s sHAMELESS TOO when it comes to pickup lines, dropping them randomly and grinning widely when the person receiving it is bright red, flustered, and unable to reply. but then koff at some point in the future, one of his constant targets flirts back and the way his smile just. drops. NOT BECAUSE HES MAD OR ANYTHING OKAY. he cant believe it, so he immediately just collapses into their arms, face faced away so that they cant see how flushed he is. despite all the pickup lines tho, jun’s the type that cant say certain things outright like “youre my best friend!” or “i love you guys” but he WILL however compliment you a ton AND give reasons to justify it. oh are they getting embarrassed? nope, just stand there and let him show how much he loves you. (“i know its my birthday but youre not supposed to explain the compliments…” “no but i want to, so just stand there and listen.”)

alisa

she’ll listen to the cast talk, they can ramble on forever, and she’ll just listen quietly. but it’s not like she’s zoned out, proper reactions are still given! ironically, compared with lily, she’s 100% the extrovert, but when the two of them hang out, from an outside perspective, you’d think lily was the e because she just goes on rants or starts talking excitedly whenever a shared interest or topic is brought up and alisa just likes listening to her view on it all. (“sorry… did you want to get back to slughorn’s paper?” “oh merlins beard no. ive been listening, don’t worry, lily. keep going. besides, you cant stop your story now!”) another thing is that she’ll have specific inside jokes or little things individual to every member of the cast. it’s something only she and the other can understand, which makes it special. like with jeonghan, it’s a running joke for her to wreak havoc on him in hopes of making his hair color change, which he is aware of so he returns the chaotic energy nearly twicefold sometimes lolol. or with vernon, they have a fun thing of mimicking each other’s dramatic reactions, especially when the other is doing a presentation of sorts. being in different classes and years won’t stop them! once joshua just witnessed the whole thing during one of his free periods, watching alisa pull random faces (to him at least. they seemed vaguely familiar though…) and then scaring her half to death when she turned around to find him just standing there. (“do i even want to know what you’re doing to poor vernon?” “bloody hell- at least make some sound to announce your presence shua.”) and then alisa just gets headpatted while he accompanies back to whatever class she snuck out of under the pretense of “going to the hospital wing.”

minghao

hao’s a muggleborn (and hes in slytherin too a slay i must say) anyway, his phone is FILLED with pictures of the people he cares about (ie best friends and family). any small moment, whether its meaningful or just something he finds funny, his phone is snapping away and recording everything. when the cast finished their first year together (minus vernon unfortunately for age diff reasons), minghao was snapping away, taking both candid and posed shots of everyone when they were leaving kings cross and when they were still heading out of hogwarts. plus some pics of him, jeonghan, and jun in the slytherin dorms clowning around in the last night (read: just jun because hannie does not have enough energy for that and minghao was attempting to meditate his tolerance for bs needs to improve if he has to deal with jun, jeonghan, and alisa for the next six years) anyway. he looks back on them sometimes and just smiles and reminisces quietly. whenever he does that, though, he just sorts them into albums: “slytherin gang,” “evil/actual twins,” “<3,” and more. like joshua, though, its the little things he does, but while joshua’s things are more like random (imo at least like memorizing someone’s drink orders or indulging their hand-fidgety habits seems plenty random to me but anyway), hao actively like makes sure the cast is getting through with basic needs i.e. did jun crash into another marble column, did lily sleep too late, did vernon eat enough. (“hao, i promise i did not stay up reading-” “have you looked in the mirror, lily.” “i was born with those eyebags!”) sometimes minghao just drags vernon over to the slytherin table and gives him his plate full of food and makes sure the latter is eating properly. (cheol was worried that hao was threatening murder at first but all was good lolol) also as students, another basic need relates to homework, so of course, hao and cheol are in charge of making sure that everyones assignments are finished. or in some cases if pestered enough, minghao is willing to revise their assignments (mostly just jun and vernon). (“didn’t you say that you understood the bowtruckle’s anatomy just yesterday?” “well yea… and then i kind of forgot everything after dinner.””for gods sake, jun.”)

vernon

vernon may be oblivious to many things, not paying attention to details, but once he develops a routine for certain stuff he’ll keep to it. for starters, he texts cheol, joshua, lily, jun, and hao the first thing in the morning when he wakes up (mostly because they know how texting works-) but when he sees the rest of the cast, he says hi, greeting them instantly. he’s also the one who comes up w the idea to teach the non-halfblood-muggleborns to use devices and his patience w that is ridiculous- (“IT’S RINGING, LILY- WHY THE BLOODY HELL IS IT SHAKING-” “ALISA, FOR GODS SAKE- I ALMOST DROPPED HANNIE’S PHONE INTO THE SINK, YOU MORON-” “YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE HELPING ME?!” “ahh, so your phone started shaking because a notification showed up. i texted you so that you could save my number.” “oh. merlins beard, why didnt you just tell me beforehand, vernon-” “...i dont know…”) anyway vernons also really passionate about music right? so over the course of a few holiday breaks, he compiles a spotify playlist for every one of them and for every one, he tears out some parchment and writes down some comment for each song in said playlist. “it reminds me of whenever you get mad at us for sneaking food from kitchens, cheol…” or “no particular reason the girlboss vibes are just there yk?” hao actually teared up a little and just hugged vernon without saying much. OMG WAIT AND THE AESTHETIC PHOTO COVERS OF THE PLAYLIST. okay he stole half of them from joshua and minghao via just quite literally taking their phones (they just let him lololol) and scrolling through their camera rolls. its very cute no i am not projecting and wishing i had a friend group that would do smth like this IM KIDDING I LOVE MY FRIENDS VV MUCH REGARDLESS OF ALL THIS :3

thank you so much for reading if you made it to the end ~ alyssng <3

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soundofseventeen · 5 years

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Hogwarts Seventeen (Hyung Line)

Hi everyone! Erin here with a smol post for the day (maybe I’m writing this on impulse). Anyway I’ve been thinking on this for a LONG time and I couldn’t figure out a way to do it that was kinda... not every other Hogwarts comparison post. Therefore, I decided last night that I would try and do it based on each boys second house vs where I originally placed them! (Plus I believe that not everyone is just one house, so it’s fun to look at their second houses) OKAY ENJOY!

Choi Seungcheol - Hufflepuff

Originally I place him in Gryffindor

But this boy shows a lot of Hufflepuff qualities

He consistently works hard to make sure that the team is protected and happy

Literally one of his main focuses is making sure that his boys are happy and healthy

He cares so much about everyone in his life

He wants to take care of everyone, especially the younger ones

He’s also insanely loyal

His long friendships with people show that

When something is important to him, he’s going to keep at it until it’s accomplished

Cares too much about what people think about him, sometimes letting it affect him

But is loved by literally everyone (nation’s bias-wrecker guys)

Yoon Jeonghan - Ravenclaw

Originally I place him in Slytherin

But listen

This boy is a smart cookie

He is the type to be super casual in classes and just answer questions like it’s no big deal

But then at night he works hard on his work and makes sure he’s caught up and knows what’s going on in classes

Definitely the type to help everyone around him if they’re struggling with something, no matter what they’re struggling with

Also the type to remember to check up on everyone a few days later just to make sure that they’re doing better

Cares for everyone but also makes sure they’re doing what they’re supposed to

Sometimes distracts them if he thinks they’re working too hard though

Basically he just wants everyone to be okay and will work to find ways to make sure that they are

Joshua Hong - Gryffindor

Originally I place him in Ravenclaw

He definitely has a lot more courage that I do

I mean

This kid just up and moved to a new country to start a new career

He had a dream and he just... actually went for it?? Wow

He’s also Seventeen’s gentleman

Therefore he fits the chivalry part pretty darn well

He’s definitely one to tease and pick on other members, sometimes just to be annoying

But will also step up when he’s needed

He’s the type to be protective of the people he loves

Works hard, but also the type to be easily distracted

Especially when he’s tired

Wen Junhui - Hufflepuff

Originally I place him in Ravenclaw

We all probably know tho

He definitely could be a Hufflepuff

He’s a mischievous little kitten

Fairly impulsive, doesn’t always read into everything that he does (ie the face mask situation)

Not to mention the boys major love of food, like come on

Also very much the type to only accept perfection from himself, so he works hard at absolutely anything he tries

If he knows someone is going through an issue, he will not leave them alone

Unless the person SPECIFICALLY says “hey I get more upset if people bug me, please give me space”

Will not leave them for anything

The second they start to feel better though

Returns to the usual jokes, pranks, and chaos that can only come from Jun

Kwon Soonyoung - Slytherin

Originally I place in Gryffindor

But chaotic is this boys middle name

He’s literally walking trouble sometimes

He’s the type to be fairly protective of the people he loves, but more focusing on that person than the thing that bothers them

Like if someone says something mean to his friends

His entire focus would be to make his friend completely forget about what happened

And he’s a pro at it

CONSTANTLY messing with people.

Honestly just wants to make them smile and forget the bad things in the world

Also does it to distract himself sometimes too

Honestly this bean puts too much pressure on himself too

Tries to always have his confident persona on though

Jeon Wonwoo - Slytherin

Originally I place in Ravenclaw

Then I was going to do Hufflepuff bc Wonu’s pretty soft sometimes

But listen

Boy would be an AMAZING Slytherin

He just has that confidence around him

Like he knows his great qualities and makes sure those are the ones that show through in his personality

Not to mention how educated this boy is

Protective as heck over the people he loves, but in an extremely subtle way

Rather than questioning straight out what’s wrong, just kinda waits until they come to him

But will do small things to make them hopefully feel a little better

Otherwise willing to roast anyone within 5 feet of him

There’s no in-between

Lee Jihoon - Hufflepuff

Originally I place him in Slytherin

OKAY SO TRUST ME HERE

He’s softer than he usually lets on

I mean there’s the obvious hard-working qualities we all see that

And he puts up toughness and get away from me vibes

But you also gotta see the fact that he’s EXTREMELY soft for all the boys

He finds his own way to comfort and take care of the people he loves

Also uses more subtle methods than just straight out

Just wants them to know that while he might not always look it, he really does care about them and their well-being and yeah

Puts so much pressure on himself oh my gosh and seems to be afraid of failure

Therefore is constantly reminded by people who love him that he’s amazing and he really has nothing to be afraid of

Maknae Line

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preshxiii · 5 years

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7 Days of SEVENTEEN 2/7

Wonhui Hogwarts AU from this fic :)

#wonhui #svt ships #seventeen ships #say the name seventeen #SEVENTEEN #seventeen fanart #jeon wonwoo #wen junhui #svt wonwoo #svt jun #svt carat #anniversary countdown #kpop art #kpop fanart #kpop ships #doodles #hogwarts au #mein art 2019 #preshxiii

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Wen Junhui (Ravenclaw, 4th year)

Wand: aspen with dragon heartstring

Pureblood

Born to a family whose biggest fear is to have a squib in their family tree.

He automatically become family’s favourite child after he showed his magical sign in the first hour of his life (breaking the record of earliest sign showing!)

But he was so fragile as a kid.

He couldn’t stand extreme weather change and fell ill very easily.

So his mother brought him to St Mungo when he was 3.

A healer tell them the main reason of him being sick is due to his early onset of magical sign.

The only way to lessen the symptoms is to let him use his power.

With a prescription from the healer, they submit a permit for him to use magic at home and bought his first wand at The Ollivanders.

His name is still written on Ollivander’s record as the youngest wand bearer up to date.

The young Junhui spent his childhood learning and practicing everything.

Like, EVERYTHING.

Be it Quidditch, simple spells and charms, simple potions, or… okay, just everything.

By the time a letter from Hogwarts came, he already memorized the whole book of History of Hogwarts, every single creature in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, the recipe of Beautification Potion, Felix Felicis and Skele-Gro.

Not to mention he is the best Quidditch player out of all their extended family.

But he mainly uses his excess magical energy to help his parents at home.

Well, just simple things like moving things using locomotor charm or repairing things with reparo.

There are few times when he silencio-ing his crying toddler brother, though, which resulted in his wand being confiscated for a week.

Well, to the day when he first went to Hogwarts!

Everyone stared at him as if he is some sort of celebrity.

Everyone knows he’s got his own wand at the age of 3.

For the first time in his life, he felt burdened by his gift.

He chose an empty compartment so he could just take a] nap throughout the journey.

He couldn’t sleep anyway because bunches of students passing by his compartment decided that it would be okay to audibly whisper to each other that that Wen Junhui was sitting there.

He was on the verge of exploding when Wonwoo and Jihoon came in.

The three of them just sit there in silence after Wonwoo greeted him with a short “Hello, it’s too noisy anywhere else, so we’ll sit here if you don’t mind.”

It was a silence that’s both awkward but comfortable for them.

…until Soonyoung barged in ten minutes later and screamed “JIHOON! I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU THE WHOLE TIME AND HERE YOU ARE TRYING TO BEFRIEND A CELEBRITY!”

After a short bickering and giggles and Jihoon threating to beat Soonyoung with his broom

(Soonyoung: “you don’t have your broom at school until second year, cutie!”)

the compartment was then filled with friendly atmosphere as the four of them quickly grew on each other.

The Sorting Hat didn’t spend too much time on putting him into Ravenclaw, for he is obviously thirsty for knowledge.

Professor Park, the potions teacher, appointed him as his assistant for the first year class.

And he obviously got into the Quidditch team on his second year and immediately got a position as a chaser.

Off the record: the Ravenclaw team captain already submit a special permit to scout him from his first year, which was turned down by the House Head.

He first getting close to Seungcheol when the older male was trying to help some first year Ravenclaw getting some late night snacks from the kitchen.

He always thought Seungcheol was the unreachable alpha-male of his group.

But that night, while Wonwoo scooped up a plentiful amount of beef sandwiches and bottles of pumpkin juice into his bag, he caught Seungcheol’s fatherly gaze towards his friend and he ended up asking the older why he constantly helps others.

Seungcheol told him he had no other reason except that he just wants to do it, because it makes him happy.

From then on, our Junhui started joining Seungcheol in helping others.

And bugged the other three plus you to join him too.

Soon the eight of you could be seen together whenever you don’t have separated schedules.

Because among all of you, he isn’t the celebrity Wen Junhui. He is just a simple Junhui.

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #jun scenarios #wen junhui #seventeen #hogwarts au

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guccisvt · 7 years

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Moonlight

Genre: smut Word Count: +7,3k, yeah i got carried away Warnings: mention of blood, dirty talk (kinda), light choking, hair pulling, teasing, pool sex Summary: being one of the prefects, you take your job at heart, wanting every rules of the castle to be respected so Hogwarts can stay peaceful. however, one specific student seems to disrupt the good functioning of the school, and it’s your duty to stop him, right ? (hogwarts!au, werewolf!junhui, prefect!y/n)

The corridors of the castle are silent and cold as you walk near the slytherin dorms. Holding your wand in front of you, a spell forming a white dot of light at the end of the wood. However, the light wasn’t casted on the carpet of the floor, rather on the parchment you were holding in your other hand.

It had all instructions for a really complex potion you had to know for tomorrow, you knew most of the procedure but you needed to make sure you knew everything by heart. Being prefect wasn’t always easy and sometimes you had to study during your hours of surveillance. Today was one of those nights, but you felt extremely tired already and you only did half of your time wondering in the castle. The old castle was silent, except for some of the paintings snoring while sleeping in their small, restricted era. Maybe you could get some rest, you wondered, looking behind your shoulder. No one was there, no teacher, no other prefect. You were a hard working prefect and deserved some rest, you convinced yourself, sitting near the moving stairs. Just a few minutes, you promised to yourself, your eyelids heavy. Being a prefect had it’s pros and cons, yes : you had authority on other students, younger or older, but you also had more responsibilities than everyone and it took out most of your energy. Leaning your back against the cold rock of the wall, you let yourself slide down and end the spell casting the small light. Leaving you in the dark, you didn’t let your eyes get used to the lack of light and immediately closed them. Eyelids heavy, you started to fall asleep, your paper falling from your hand. It was like you were half awake and half asleep, still aware of your surroundings. So aware of your surroundings that your eyes shot open as you heard the clear noise of something dropping on the floor nearby.

One of them is the one. Wonwoo was always kind of quiet at first, he may look intimidating but he seems more open with his group of friends. Junhui on the other side may seem loud compared to Wonwoo, you could describe him as one of those people that would crack jokes at any moment, yet he could regain his serious appearance. At the end of it all, both of them could be the one. “Y/N”, a voice called. Your head snapped up, facing your teacher standing in front of your desk. “What are we studying today ?”, he asked, his voice low but the silence in the room was so heavy that every student could hear his steady voice. Truth be told, with everything that happened and connected in your mind, you lost track of the men’s lecture. “Werewolves”, Jaebum whispered from behind you. “W-Werewolves ?”, you said, more like a question. The teacher hummed, giving a look at your friend before turning away, “Your book page 394, Y/N” And that’s how you found yourself in Junhui’s room, skipping one of your classes. You’re sure professor longbottom won’t say anything once you get Junhui the punishment he deserves. Because after your professor’s lesson, you’re convinced he is a werewolf. It all adds up and you hate yourself for thinking about it before. Once a month, at the full moon, he runs away to the forest as he transforms. You’re rumbling through his nightstand, trying to find something that proves your point. You don’t really know what you’ll do after : let him go, tell a teacher ? Your hand is pushing a few parchments before you come across a book. A black leather covers the front and back page, an elastic with the same colour keeping the book shut. You take the opportunity to- “Aren’t you one naughty girl ?”, a voice pierce the silence and the shock makes your body turn, your back hitting one of the bed as you were kneeling between them. From your spot, you distinguish the black dot of hair and the frame of none other then Junhui leaning against the door frame. He has a smirk on his face as if he has the situation in hand, his arm crossed as he waits for your response. A pout form on his lips at your silence, “Cat got your tongue ?”, he asks, leaning his head on the doorframe. The only thing you can do is tightly grip the journal in your hands, your attempt to grab your wand fails as you see Junhui being faster and quicker, pointing his wand at you. “Now now, what do we have here”, he’s almost singing and you hate how confident he seems, knowing he’s the one in the wrong in this whole situation. “Is that our prefect ?”, he hums, finally moving from his spot to stand in front of you. He must’ve left his robe somewhere, his button up rolled up to his elbows, his black skinny jeans hugging his legs. His tongue clicks against his tongue as he pushes the parchments around you under the bed with his feet. “I know”, is the only thing you can get out of your mouth as he kneels to be at eye level with you. His elbows on his knees, one of his hand holding his chin, he smiles down at you. “What do you think you know sweetheart ?”, he purrs, his head once again leaning to the side. “You’re one of them”, you try, before it slips out of your mouth. “A werewolf” And you wish you didn’t say anything when his eyes turn dark, and he points his wand at you. The tip under your jaw, forcing you to look up, his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Darling”, he starts, the nickname rolling out of his tongue. “If I were you, I wouldn’t play with things like that.” You look up at him, you don’t really know if you’re afraid or fascinated by the person you have in front of you. His dark locks fall in front of his eyes and he continues. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do, maybe get me expelled ?”, he asks, and another pout forms on his lips. “But remember when I saved you in the forest ? That would be a shame if you told on the one who saved you.” His tongue clicks once again against his teeth. “Plus, I’m just trying to protect everyone, you know, sweetheart.”, his eyes goes from your face to your neck, the few first buttons of your shirt you opened revealing your skin. “That would be a shame if they force me to stay in the castle during the full moon and, let’s say, I bite someone. “At his words, his eyes go back to your eyes, piercing and hiding something you can’t really understand. "Or maybe you’re into that.”, he chuckles, and the tip of his wand trace around your shirt, goosebumps forming on your skin at the cold wood. Junhui gets closer, one knee now on the floor and your heart skips a beat as you feel his body heat, the cologne he wears and you indeed recognise his voice as he speaks in the shell of your ear : “Now run while you still can.” And after that the table turns, he’s the one chasing you and finding some kind of joy whenever he catches your eyes and it’s like, you both know his secret yet he has the power over you. Pure frustration takes over you whenever it happens and it just reminds you that he’s the only one who got away from you and you’re trapped. Almost like a mouse between a cat’s claws, and he’s making you dance. A month goes on and it’s still busying your mind, it’s almost like he purposely crosses your path in the hallway, sits in front of you in class and whenever you eat, or in the common room. For this month, you let the thing slide, and is surprised when you notice that you didn’t hear anything. You avoid your house’s hallway, and avoid looking outside during your time and when you can finally go back to your dorm, the only thing you can taste is bitterness.

You’re almost sad that nothing is going on whenever you have to walk around the castle and you think that maybe it’s for the best. You enter the common room, greeted by the warm fire. At this time everyone’s in their bed, silence filling the common room. It’s not something usual, normally the common room is lively and silence is a rare thing. You decide to take advantage of that, sitting in one of the leather couches in front of the fire. A sigh left your lips as you lean towards the fire, your hands in front of you. You catch yourself wondering where’s Junhui, what he does in the forest. You can’t deny that he’s fascinating and you hate to admit it, but you still feel his body heat around you and the way his breath rolls down your neck. You have so many questions and you wish you could ask them. Sleep starts to take over your body as you get comfortable on the couch, you’ll probably sleep here tonight, too lazy to get up anyways. But as you’re about to fall asleep, your eyelids heavy, the door cracks open. Your curiosity picks and you’re ready to reprimand anyone that was out in the castle at this time as you wait patiently in the crook of the couch. You expect to hear quiet footsteps and maybe a few quiet whispers of it’s a group of student but as soon as the heavy dock door closes, what you hear are the groans of…someone in pain ? You super yourself on your elbows, peeking out behind the couch. And your eyes shot open at the sigh, Junhui’s walking in the hallway, one of his hand holding his neck. You gasp at the sigh of the blood running down his arm, staining his white shirt. He hisses trough his teeth as he continues to apply pressure on his wound. It’s like he smells your presence and his eyes go directly to yours behind your hiding spot. “Off course”, he sighs, his eyes rolling. That’s when you seem to finally gather the courage to open your mouth. “Jun !”, you gasp, almost tripping on the carpet as you speed walk towards him. “She can speak”, he mumbles, and he seems too nonchalant about the blood literally dripping to the floor. “You need to get this cleaned up”, you speak too fast and at this point you forgot all about the times you chassed him. Now he’s a student and the priority is his health. “It’s okay”, he sighs again, but the sound he makes when your hand slightly touches his tells you otherwise. The smell of blood is prominent and one of your hand tries to catch the small dots of blood threatening to fall, as your other hand forces him out of the common room. “Where are we going ?”, he whines, and he almost seems like a child pouting as he follows you. “Bathroom”, simply tell him. You know the path to the prefects bathroom by heart and prefer to walk in the darkness, not wanting to draw any attention to the two of you. “It’s okay I can clean myself up”, he whines again. “Junhui you’re literally loosing your blood”, you groan, your hand still on his elbow to prevent any blood to drip while you two are walking. He really seems unaffected by his wound, his eyes dramatically opening when you reach the prefect’s bathroom. “Am I allowed here ?”, he asks in a small voice, and you chuckle at how his attitude changes. “Oh, so now you’re worried about what’s allowed and what’s not ?”, you says, raising an eyebrow even if he couldn’t see it. You quickly whisper the password, the wall slightly going back with a small sound as it slides to the side. In the bathroom, the moon light’s going through the tinted glass. The mermaid on the window is still calmly brushing her hair, giving the two of you a small look before going back to her occupation. Junhui looks like a child during Christmas as he enters the bathroom. “Go sit over there”, you tell him, pointing at the huge pool in the middle of the room. You let Junhui make his way towards the water, as you find the kit necessary to clean Junhui’s wound. It’s the minimum you can do, knowing that Madam Pomfrey would be rather surprised to see a student with such a wound at that time of the night. When you turn around, you catch Junhui swinging his legs in the pool. It’s only halfway full and you make your way towards the bunch of taps, your kit under your arm. You only need to pull on of them up, and all the taps start releasing water at the same time. Bubbles start forming on the water, and Junhui watches in awe as the water soaks his black jeans, the white mousse sticking to the fabric. His hand goes down and he picks up a handful of bubbles, blowing on them when they’re at eye level. He almost looks like a pure child if only he didn’t have such a wound in the side of his neck, you think, walking towards him. He looks up at you and immediately, he creates a tension. Your body tenses when you kneel in front of him, opening the kit beside him. You’re afraid he’ll snap, he seems unpredictable. You make a bold movement, your hand going under his chin to tilt his head to the side. He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t show any resistance. His looks away and you notice how his jaw clenches when his skin pulls a bit. “I’m going to disinfect”, you tell him. Picking a soaked cotton, your nose tickles at the smell of alcohol. You bring it to his neck, watching his reaction as you lightly tap it on his wound. “Fuck”, he hisses quietly, his hand gripping his jean. “I’m almost done”, you whisper as you run another cotton ball on his wound. “You’ll need stitches on that”, you say. “After”, he whines, and you understand that he would rather get the stitches after. You put a bandage on his wound, and he starts to move, impatient. “Wait”, your fingers catch his chin again, forcing him to look at you. He licks his lips and for a moment you two are so close that you feel his breath on your skin. No one moves for a moment, staying in the silence of the bathroom, before your eyes flicker and you grab another cotton ball. “What the fuck !”, he curses, when you press another ball on his lower lip, his hand wrapping around your wrist. “You had a cut there !”, you defend yourself, he pulls away, leaning back but you get up on your knees, still holding his face. “You’re a baby”, you laugh as he acts hurt, before another pout form on his lips. “That hurts !”, he whines. His index tapping his lips. “It’s all done now”, you chuckle, pushing the kit to the side, you start to reorganise everything in the box. “You need to get cleaned up”, you hum, and you don’t even have the time yo finish your phrase that your hear a splash coming from behind you. “What ?”, he asks, his arms moving in the water. “It’s not every day that I get to use the prefect’s bathroom !”, he says, before dipping his head underwater. When he comes back up again, his hair is pushed back, a few droplets of water falling from his nose and eyelashes. One hand runs in his hair, before he starts rubbing on his arm. “We should have this in our bathrooms”, he groans, picking some strawberry sented soap. You can’t help but watch as he moves in the water, cleaning himself up as a few colours shine on the mousse from the glass window. You wonder how someone like him ended up being a werewolf, your eyes getting lost in the hot steaming water. Sitting legs crossed at the edge of the pool, you lean a bit and pick some bubbles before suddenly, Junhui appears in front of you. His hands support himself on the edge, his upper body out of the water. “Aren’t you joining ?”, he ask, blinking as a few droplets fall from his eyes. “W-What ?”, you ask, your body leaning backwards as he seems too close for your heart. “It’s okay, I won’t look”, and he rolls his eyes, letting himself fall back into the water. You don’t even know how all of this happened, yet, when you see Junhui’s eyes atop of the water, you decide to join him. Truth be told, you want to join him, it feels right in some way. You slip out of your jeans, leaving them at the edge and you notice Jun’s button up. You’re left in your white button up, letting your body slide in the pool. The water is warm and welcoming as you enter at the opposite side of Junhui, half of your hair getting wet as your enter until your shoulders are underwater. “Get all the way in”, says Junhui, as he walks towards you, the water moving around him. One of his hands gets on top of your head, forcing you to get entirely under water. His almost playful with you, like the warm water loosened his body, making him less tense. You don’t fight back and let him give you underwater, before going up again, your face wet. Your white button up is sticking to your body and you don’t even know why you kept it because it doesn’t hide anything, the fabric transparent, your red underwear visible. He thinks you can’t see his eyes go down on you, his hand goes from the top of your head to your shoulder. His skin is warm and as you get used to the feeling, it disappears. He backs against the edge of the pool, bring his hands up to support himself and sits on the edge. Your eyes move from the water to Junhui, not knowing where to lock, but you can tear your eyes away from his stomach when you see the faint outline of his abs and four scars, like claws along his side. It’s slightly lighter than his tan skin tone, and before you can look at something else, he catches your eyes. “What are you looking at ?”, and for once, he doesn’t sound rude not defensive, so you answer. “The scar”, you say, your head tilting to the side. His next move is unexpected as he asks you to come closer with a move of his finger. He slightly moves his legs to let you come between them, and you fight yourself so you won’t look at the hem of his soak black jeans. “These ?”, he asks, “Made them myself.”, he says as if it’s nothing, and you understand what he’s talking about. When werewolves don’t have anything to attack, they eventually attack themselves. You’re not thinking twice when your finger traces his first scar, a gasp leaving your lips when a rough hand grips your chin. Junhui’s forcing you to look up, lips parting when you see his dark eyes, the same from the other night. And everything goes so fast when his lips crashes into yours, his body going back into the pool. The water is getting colder but you don’t notice as Junhui’s body presses against yours, one of his hand on the small of your back. It takes a few seconds for you to kiss him back, but his lips are soft and you can’t help but lean against them. Your lips move in sink as his other hand grips your hip, sneaking under the fabric sticking to your body.

The tip of his tongue runs over your bottom lip, before he bites on it and your hands grip his hair at the action.

“Waited so fucking long to do this”, he groans on my lips and it’s your turn to groan when his lips leaves your lips and trail over your jaw. His lips are like cushions but they suck harshly on your skin, “This one’s because you almost froze me”, he mumbles against your skin. You whimper an apology but he’s already sucking on another spot, near your collarbones, “This one’s because you almost set me fire”, he chuckles, nibbling on your skin.

At the third hickey, you’re lost in the fog, “This one’s because you almost got the both of us killed. And this one’s because you’re a bratty little girl who thinks she can break in people’s bedroom.”, and bite on your shoulder over the fabric of your button up.

“You were breaking the rules”, you whine, your head thrown back.

“Aren’t we breaking them now, darling ?”, he asks and one of his finger tugs a piece of hair under your ear.

You don’t respond and go back to his lips, your tongue meet and he’s obviously the dominant one as he caress your tongue. His hands rapidly go to your shirt, popping the button one by one.

“When you broke into my bedroom”, he starts, catching his breath, “I swear to god, I was so close to fucking you right then and there.”, and he groans, the sound coming from his chest. The shirt slide off your shoulder, and one of his hands come up to your throat. His thumb rests above your adam’s apple, lightly pressing.

You can freely breathe but the air gets caught in your lungs, you look up at him and his eyes are filled with lust.

“You’re going to let me have my way with you, right sweetheart ?”, he asks and you can feel yourself getting wet, nodding.

“Words, baby.”, and you love how the nickname rolls out of his tongue.

“Yes.”

He only needed your permission, before his hands were all over your body. Your thighs, your arms, your waist. His touching every bit of your body. His hand finally reach the hem of your underwear, and he teasingly draw the line on your skin. And before you can say anything, his finger goes under the thin layer of clothing, rubbing a few patterns on your clit.

Your hands wrap around his waist and you hide your moan in his neck, a sigh leaving your lips when Junhui takes his hand out, pushing his hips against yours. He’s hard against your hip bone and you can’t help but sneak a hand between your bodies and let your hand flat on his bulge. He moans and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard, it’s clear and echoes through the bathroom, ringing in your ears.

He’s being too slow, the wetness uncomfortable between your legs.

“Junhui”, you call him. “Fuck me.”, is all you can say when he seems to wait for your words. A smirk forms on his face and he tugs his jeans down in seconds while you take your panties down. His lips crash on your again and he traps you between his body and the edge of the pool. His kiss is sweet and tender compared to his action, one of his hand gripping your hair, he turns you around.

Your hand take support on the edge, feeling Junhui’s hand grip your hip.

“Can I ?”, he asks in such a gentle voice, all you can do is mewl a “yes”.

You feel his tip between your lips, going up and down teasingly.

“Please”, you whine, a biting your lip.

And at your desperation, he finally pushes in, his forehead falling on your shoulder. He takes a moment to enjoy the feeling, gasping praises in your ear.

“So tight”, is the only phrase he can from as his hips start moving.

The water moves between the two of you, the bubbles had disappeared and you could see Junhui’s fingers digging in your flesh, probably leaving bruises. Your hips start moving as well, you can help it and he notices.

His hand tangled in your hair tugs you backwards, as he whispers through gritted teeth, “Fucking eager, aren’t you ?”, but he seems as breathless and eager as his hips move faster, going deeper and deeper.

Moan after moan, you two are lost in pleasure, and you swear you’re about to lose your mind when he changes his rhythm.

He’s going slowly, drawing every thrust out, snapping back, making you feel how he’s stretching you out. He’s still holding you to his chest when he starts nibbling on your earlobe, heavy pants leaving his mouth.

“I’m gonna-“, and you can’t finish your phrase, his hand leaves your hip to find your throat again and it feels heavenly. Your head spins and he starts moving his hips faster, he’s eager to find his climax.

“Come all over my cock.”, and the growl comes from his chest, sending you over the edge. Your mind goes blank for what seems like an eternity, your blood is booming in your ears as you moan the men’s name. He follows shortly after, a high pitched moan comes from his plump lips, and he pulls out before he finally cums.

It leaves the both of you breathless, the water suddenly feels cold when he detaches himself from your body and leans against the edge.

“You don’t have to chase me anymore.”

- a z a z e l

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