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DESIRE (M) — PART ONE

he wants you. you want jeno. desire is a jealous little thing, isn't it y/n?

PAIRING. slytherin!haechan x hufflepuff!reader ft. gryffindor!jeno

WC. 12.1k

GENRE. harry potter au!, smut

WARNINGS. cursing, drinking, depictions of breaking a bone, solo male smut, haechan is sort of a perv in one (1) scene, oral male receiving, just really sloppy head <3, haechan does fuck someone in detail and he's mean abt it, but it's not y/n (oops spoiler of sorts), blonde!haechan, he's not a good person, so don't expect him to be. he's a big ole meanie with a longtime crush on reader.

A.N. this has been in the drafts for like three years. i want it out, so i'm splitting it into two parts :)

The Mirror of Erised - The mirror shows the most desperate desire of a person's heart, a vision that has been known to drive men mad.

He loves you.

But he fucking hates it.

First year he was holding hands with you, sitting next to your huddled body on the train, and later sharing a meal in the great hall. Second year he saw you clinging onto him as he flew you over the quidditch field. Third year he watched the both of you sneak out to explore the restricted section in the library and run around the castle late at night. Fourth year he saw you in a beautiful dress as he took you to the yule ball. Fifth year he was kissing you on the astronomy tower. Sixth year you went down on him, and all he could do was watch and pretend that his hand was your mouth.

Now it’s seventh year.

Though the actions changed, it was always you he saw in the mirror, and he fucking hated it. Ever since first year, when all he knew was that you were cute and funny, there you were, taunting and teasing him in that godforsaken mirror.

And yet, he always comes back to sit and watch.

Just like tonight.

The train only arrived an hour ago, but instead of filing into the great hall to see which house the first years would be sorted into, he’s sitting on the floor in the room of requirement, back against a dusty chest of drawers, and eyes narrowed down to slits as he watches the scene unfold in the mirror before him.

It always starts with you appearing out of thin air. You’re wearing your house colors – a small grey skirt, barely covering the swell of your ass and a yellow button up. You’re rid of the required tie, but only for a second, only until Haechan shows up to stand behind you in the mirror with it stretched between his fists.

He shifts in his place on the ground. It wasn’t real, but lord have mercy, he wished it were.

In the mirror he watches himself loop the tie around your wrists, which were set behind your back. You were so beautiful, smiling up at him with those luminous eyes, and your lips parted in a sinful smile.

Under his robes, his hand inches across the flat of his stomach, towards the growing bulge in his pants. It was becoming hotter in the room, almost stifling, but if someone were to come in, he couldn’t be caught half naked. He’d have to get by fully clothed.

God, he despised the way you made him feel; so desperate for any sort of friction, anything to help relieve himself of the aching lust he felt in the pit of his stomach.

When his reflection is done tying your wrists together, a desk appears. He recognizes it as the one from potions class. His mouth drops open in an O as he watches himself back you up, so you were sandwiched between the desk and his broad chest.

His hand disappears under your skirt, and he could only imagine what his reflection was doing. Could only imagine how good you probably felt clenching around his fingers, gasping at his touch. Feeling pleasure because of him.

Your body arches against his, head dropping down to rest on his shoulder. He watches his lips move against your ear, but he couldn’t hear what he was saying.

Biggest fucking curse of the century.

Stupid mirror should come with speakers, he thinks.

It was becoming increasingly more difficult to keep his composure, skin slick with sweat, and hands buzzing with the temptation to touch himself.

Fuck you, y/l/n

He watches as his mirror persona spins you around and pushes you flat against the desk, yanking your skirt up around your waist to bare your glistening pussy.

It’s never been this explicit, and he can’t help himself. Tentative fingers wrap around his cock. He throws his head back and hisses between his teeth; it felt too fucking good. His eyes snap open. There was no way he was going to miss the rest of the show, not when it was just getting good.

In the mirror, his cock replaces his fingers. He watches himself inch his way into you slowly. Watches your mouth loll open, eyes glazed over. You were already fucked out and he had barely started.

Haechans hands stroke himself under his robes as he watches the scene in front of him. He was having a hard time keeping his hips still, bucking up into his fist. He softly groans to himself when he sees his reflection grab your tied hands and pull back, fucking himself into you faster.

It was so unfair, so embarrassing, that he had to resort to getting off in front of a mirror displaying his deepest fantasy. It was so unfair that it was always you.

So Haechan sits there, watching the mirrored version of himself completely ruin you, while trying to pretend that his hand is your dripping cunt. He sits there thinking of all the things he would do to you if you would give him the time of day.

Fuck you y/n.

The first years had already been sorted by the time he arrived. In fact, dinner was almost over.

He makes his way to the Slytherin table where his friends were loudly joking. Renjun was the first to notice when he sat down and slides him a half-eaten piece of pie.

“Where were you?”

Through a mouthful of blueberry pie, Haechan acknowledges him, “I had to take care of some things.”

He shuts the discussion down quick. No need for them to know he shoved in a dusty room with his cock in his fist, and his mind full of you.

Speaking of which...

His eyes scan the great hall till he sees you sitting with your roommates, Jihyo and Mina. He almost chokes on the next bite when he realizes you were wearing the same outfit you had on in the mirror.

“Fucking hell man, don’t die,” Chenle slides him a glass of water, “We thought we were gonna have to sneak you some food back to the dorms.”

He gulps down the water and taps the glass with his ring clad pointer finger, automatically refilling it. The silver metal makes a tink sound against the glass. “Well, like I said, I had some things to take care of.”

Why the fuck did his friends have to be so damn nosy. A guy couldn't disappear for an hour?

“And was Y/N one of those things?” Chenle snorts.

The rest of the table bursts into laughter, louder than the entire great hall combined, and it makes you peek your head in their direction. Haechan drops his gaze away from you, grabs a stray spoon and chucks it at Chenle, hitting him square in the chest, “Shut up.”

“Dude, we all know you've been sweet on her since, what, first year?” Renjun snickers.

Chenle wipes the gunk that splattered off the spoon from his robes, ‘Yeah, we’re not blind man. I mean, she might be, but not us.”

"Sweet on her? What the fuck is this Renjun, the nineteen-fifties?" Haechan doesn't do anything but scowl. He hates how his friends knew. Hell, pretty much all Slytherins that knew him, knew.

His eyes flick up and catch yours. A soft smile forms on your lips, and he returns it. He hand twitched up for a wave, but Jeno, the infamous Gryffindor Seeker, sits beside you and steals your attention away.

“Ah look, now you’re too late.”

“Could’ve had a chance dude.”

Haechan turns to his friends and gives them a death stare, “Next word out of you guys and I’m gonna stuff the rest of this pie down your fucking throats.”

With a roll of their eyes, they turn their heads and start to talk amongst themselves about the new school year. Haechan can’t immerse himself in such conversation. His attention is pointed solely on you and the kiss ass that was Lee Jeno.

One of his arms sat slung around your shoulders, his face dangerously close to yours, but for some reason, you weren’t pushing him away, you were laughing.

Why weren’t you pushing him away?

Something in Haechan snaps when he watches Jeno lean his forehead against yours, both of you sharing wide smiles. It’s as if his heart was set on fire, the heat threading itself through his body and taking home in his hands. Oh, how he wanted to go punch that smile right off of Jeno’s lips. Smash his fist in his face and leave a nice mark, bloody broken gums bleeding.

Bet he wouldn’t smile at you then.

Haechan knows it’s insane. He does, but he quite honestly doesn’t give a single broom-flying fuck.

With determination, Haechan stood, pushing his chair back, and ignoring the calls from his friends. Everybody he walks past is enjoying their first-day-back meals, but Haechan has something else on his mind.

He walks by your table, hearing the pretty lilt of your voice chatting away with your friends as Jeno hangs off your side. Haechan’s tongue pokes his cheek in jealousy, but he walks right past without a word, no matter how much his brain is screaming at him to just hit Jeno.

Making it to the doors that seal off the great hall from the main corridor, he draws his wand out from his robes and flicks his wrist.

“Aguamenti”

A jet of clear water shoots out from the tip of his wand and smacks the side of Jenos head, effectively drenching him from head to toe.

Haechan stays for a split second, just to watch you and your friends erupt in a fit of giggles while Jeno picks at his wet robes.

He smiles triumphantly before slipping out into the hallway and sprinting to the Slytherin dormitory.

Haechan 1, Jeno 0

The first night back at Hogwarts; The first night back home.

You and your dormmates lounge in the common room and stare into the fire whilst making small talk. It had been a while since seeing them, but you had kept in touch out in the muggle world.

Jihyo hung her head over the arm of the couch, the rest of her body sprawled out and cozily covered with a blanket, attempting to toss popcorn in the air and catch it in her mouth. Her success rate, however, left the floor scattered with smashed pieces and kernels.

Mina sat on the end of the couch with Jihyo's feet in her lap, occasionally contributing to the conversation but mostly engrossed in her textbooks. It wasn't even the first day of actual classes, yet here she was, staying ahead. If you didn't know her kind nature, you'd think she belonged in Ravenclaw.

You were slung in the other chair opposite of them, fiddling with your wand. The end was slightly cracked from where you had accidentally stepped on it one day and it was worrying you. The last thing you needed right now was another trip to Olivanders.

“I’m just saying Y/N, I think Jeno really does like you!” Jihyo insisted, throwing another piece of popcorn in the air only to get hit in the face with it seconds later.

Mina snorts without looking up and Jihyo makes a face at her that she doesn’t see but leaves you giggling. You twist your wand around your fingers, something you learned back in second year, “Well if he does, he hasn’t said anything.”

Mina hums in agreement but Jihyo thinks differently, “He wouldn’t have offered to take you broom flying after hours if he didn’t like you.”

Shrugging your shoulders you turn to the fire, the burning warmth spreading over your chest. “Maybe he just wants some pussy.”

“Well, you better take the chance before I do. He can show me his broomstick anytime.” She winks in your direction sending you into a giggle fit. Mina rolls her eyes but continues reading her textbook. The both of you were used to Jihyos sexual jokes, but they never failed to make you laugh and Mina cringe.

A brief silence passed before you spoke, “Okay, but you have to agree, whoever splashed him at dinner tonight has it coming.”

“What do you mean whoever it was?” Mina piped up, giving you an inquisitive look.

“I didn’t see who it was, did y’all?” you asked, mildly confused. The water had seemingly come out of nowhere, and everyone around Jeno had denied responsibility. With everyone denying it, you suspected it might have been one of the lingering spirits.

“Are you kidding me, Y/N? He couldn’t have been any more obvious,” Jihyo said incredulously, sitting up to look straight at you, abandoning her bag of popcorn.

Were you supposed to have known who the culprit was? You were too busy watching Jeno splutter and gasp to have paid much attention to your surroundings. One thing she said caught your attention, “He?”

“Haechan? Lee Donghyuck?” Mina says slowly.

Jihyo chimed in, “He was walking toward our table all angry, and then when he made it to the doors, he turned around and used the Aguamenti spell.” Your mouth dropped open with every word she said, “Don’t tell me you didn’t notice?!”

“I didn’t!” you argue defensively.

“Oh, and before that, he was staring at you.” Mina added, closing her textbook and standing up, dumping Jihyo's feet on the ground.

“I knew he was staring.” You say, chewing on your bottom lip, “Are you guys for sure he was the one?”

“I’m telling you,” Jihyo starts, “We both saw him.”

Emotions bubble in your chest. You were pissed off for sure. Who did Haechan think he was getting in your business like that, especially given the history, or lack thereof.

Ever since you met the Slytherin boy, he had despised you. There was something about you that completely irritated him, and no matter how hard you tried, he just wouldn’t be your friend. He wouldn’t even talk to you, only stare and mess with your relationships. Every time you were getting close with a boy, he would get in the way, first with Mark and now Jeno? This was becoming an issue, and one that you needed to correct soon.

“I’m heading to bed.” Mina says, waving goodbye and heading off to her room.

You and Jihyo are left to stare at each other. She narrows her eyes down to slits, “Don’t get any ideas.”

“I’m not,” you spun the wand faster around your fingers, twisting and spinning it until it dropped into your palm, “I’m just going to remind him who the hell I am.”

“That’s not very Hufflepuff of you.” she giggles, reaching for more popcorn and shoving it in her mouth.

Your grip your wand tightly, “Hufflepuff or not, Lee Donghyuck needs to learn who he’s fucking with.”

As you pondered your next move, Jihyo leaned back and said, "You know, a well-placed hex might jog his memory."

"No. Not a hex. He get's one warning. His only warning."

Haechan knew you were after him.

The past couple days consisted of him dodging your every attempt at waving him down. After classes dismissed, he was up and out the door in the blink of an eye, he never showed his face at the great hall, and when you caught sight of him during his quidditch practice, he disappeared while everyone else headed to the locker rooms.

Three days after the water incident, you catch him.

The professor asked him to stay back after class, supposedly to discuss his recent test scores. So, when the bell rang, you lingered outside the classroom door. A couple of minutes later, Haechan emerged, his blonde hair paired with a scowl etched onto his face. He made a beeline in the opposite direction, but you had other plans.

“Lee Donghyuck!” you shout, attracting stares from the other students milling about the corridor. You scurry over to him and tug his arm, his eyes shooting down to where you made contact “We need to talk.”

He glanced around, ensuring no one was watching, and cleared his throat. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

The threats you had rehearsed - the biting warnings you promised Jihyo you'd give him...they all catch in the back of your throat when you look up and make eye contact. It was almost condescending the way he looked down at you, without even saying anything, he made you feel small.

"I—um, I want you to leave me and Jeno alone," you managed to say, attempting confidence but knowing there was little force behind the words.

He knew it too.

His eyebrows shoot up, “I’m sorry darling, I’m not quite sure what you mean.”

Oh, how good he was at feigning innocence.

Too bad you knew he was a big fat fucking liar, “The whole Aguamenti spell you did the other night in the great hall? Yeah, I know it was you.”

His jaw clenches and he reaches for his wand to twirl around his finger – something he did when he was nervous. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Bullshit Haechan. Me and my friends saw you do it.”

As more people stared at the confrontation in the middle of the hallway, you considered finding a more private place, but you knew he wouldn't follow.

“What do you want me to say? I’m telling you I didn’t do it.” his voice is a low growl, his demeanor darkening and body slightly leaning towards your own. You wouldn’t be surprised if the next words out of his mouth were, ‘now get lost you little freak’.

Deciding to stand your ground, you stared up at him defiantly. However, instead of backing down, he laughed straight in your face, deflating any hope of setting him straight.

“Good one, Hufflepuff.” With a roll of his eyes, he palms his wand in thought. How could a girl like you go for a guy like Jeno? Didn’t you know he was an asshole?

Speak of the devil, he thinks.

A heavy arm wrapped around your shoulders, accompanied by a sweet and cheery voice. "Y/N! Just the girl I needed to see." Jeno's crescent eyes and beaming smile were inches from yours.

Haechan rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. He needs to leave; He should leave, but his feet don’t move when he tries. It felt like he was under a spell.

Yeah, if jealousy was a fucking spell, the thought bitterly.

“I hope you don’t mind me talking to your girl.” Jeno acknowledges Haechan and playfully punches him in the shoulder. The older boy just sneers.

“Oh, I’m not his girl” you declared adamantly.

A derisive scoff rumbles in the depths of Haechan's throat, and a fit of coughing seizes him, forcing him to double over.

“Careful there buddy.” Jeno smirks, harshly slapping Haechan’s back as way to help him catch his breath.

When the older boy straightens up, a look of pure hatred crosses his eyes and you giggle, “I’m fine, buddy.”

Jeno looks from left to right confused at Haechan’s hostility, but shakes it off and turns to you instead, “I wanted to invite you to the Quidditch game tomorrow night.” A ‘no’ forms on your lips but Jeno is quick to shut it down, “Look… I’ll play better if you’re there. You can be my good luck charm!”

A fake gag sounds from the back of Haechans throat and you stare daggers into him until he throws two hands up and takes a step back.

You turned to Jeno with the intention of declining, citing the need for studying, but his trademark smile was plastered on his lips. Wasn't the point of this conversation with Haechan to be something with Jeno someday?

“I’ll go.” You smile, and Jeno's face lights up like a kid on Christmas.

One second, you were on the ground, and the next, you were in Jeno's strong arms, spinning around. "Yes! You won't regret this, Y/N! You can even wear my jersey if you want!"

He slows down and sets you back on your feet, your head slightly spinning, “Jeno… you do realize you’ll need your jersey on the field.”

“Oh right.” He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. “Didn’t think of that.”

Haechan makes an unamused snort, and you notice his hands are balled into fists at his side.

How could Jeno do that right in front of his face?

“I guess it’s the thought that counts.” Haechan spits, and turns on his heel, robes flying behind him as he hurriedly walks away.

“Wait! We still have to talk!” you shout after him, but he doesn’t acknowledge it, just keeps walking until he rounds a corner and disappears.

Why did he have something against Jeno? He hated you anyways. Was his job to make you miserable your entire Hogwarts life? Why was he always in your business?

Jeno startles you out of your thoughts, “Come on, I’ll walk you to class.”

A smile formed on your lips, and you murmured an 'okay' as Jeno looped your arm in his. Unfortunately, Haechan was long gone, along with any hope of setting him straight.

Hopefully he got the message, you think.

It’s the last thought of him before Jeno is tugging on your arm and walking you to class, the smell of cinnamon on his robes and his jovial tone taking home in your head and root in your heart.

He can’t stomach the sight of her face, but that doesn’t stop him from fucking her.

Who was she? He didn’t know, and he didn’t care. She was wet enough and that was all that mattered. Thrusting into her sopping cunt was what she was here for, nothing more, nothing less.

His mind drifts while he pounds into her, the image of Jeno dragging you away, his arm slung over your shoulders driving Haechan to fuck harder. The girl hollers in pain but doesn’t tell him to stop, just grits her face and bears it, and he doesn’t check to see if she’s okay.

She said she wanted him to fuck her, so that’s what he was doing.

“Hy-hyuck.” She whimpers, fingers digging into his dark green sheets.

A harsh smack lands on her ass, “What, can’t take it Y/ -”

He stops himself before finishing your name. How stupid could he be. This wasn’t you; this could never be you.

Whoever the girl was, she doesn’t notice, too rung up on his cock pushing into her over and over again to understand that he didn’t give a single fuck about her.

Poor girl.

Her legs start to shake, an overwhelming orgasm washing over her right before Haechan pulls out and rolls off the bed, hastily putting on his pants. She’s left to catch her breath on his bed, peering at him from between parted fingers, “You didn’t finish.”

“Don’t need to.” He throws his sweater over his head and starts to fix his tie, “Here.” He picks her yellow robes off the floor and tosses them onto the bed next to her.

“Let me suck you off or something.”

His response is instantaneoous, “I’m good.”

Her voice is soft when she speaks up again, “It’s because of that girl isn’t it… the one in my house, Y/N?”

Was it obvious to everyone else but you? This random fucking girl knew, but you couldn’t catch on? Fucking ridiculous.

His eyes narrow down to slits, “I got to get to class. You better be gone when I get back.”

The door slams behind him, the echo being the only indication he was there in the first place.

Robes askew and papers flying out of your hands, you rush into potions class at the last possible second.

Jeno is already seated at your shared table, something that’s become normal these last few weeks. Out of the corner of your eye, you take note of Hyuck slumped over a piece of paper, furiously scribbling—probably homework.

Thankfully, the professor nods you off without issuing you a detention slip.

Slamming your books on the flat black table, you hop onto your stool.

“Thought you weren’t gonna show y/l/n” Jeno’s smile stretches from ear to ear, his fingers twirling a quill between them.

“I may not be a Ravenclaw, but I’d never miss a class.”

“Couldn’t bear to miss me?” His flirtatious comments always make your heart skip a beat. Your pulse becomes increasingly erratic, face flushed. A snort sounds from behind you, and when you swivel around, you see Haechan’s face adorned with a sneer. He doesn’t deserve a response from you, no matter how much you want to flip him off.

You turn back around, “I guess I couldn’t…” The blush on Jeno’s face is unmistakable and it warms your heart.

From the front of the room, the professor claps his hands, “Alright class, today we will be doing something I’m sure you’ve done before.”

“Please don’t say truth potion.” You mutter under your breath.

“Not quite, Ms. y/l/n. Today we’ll be brewing amortentia potions! All your ingredients should be in the back of the classroom, gather them and begin brewing! The instructions are on page 287 of your textbook! The first group to accurately brew their potion gets five points on the chapter quiz this week.”

The professor calling you out would be enough to send you into an embarrassed state of tucking your chin against your chest and keeping your head down for the rest of the class, but the mention of extra points on the quiz has you leaping up off the stool and waltzing to the back of the classroom.

Jeno doesn’t even have time to say anything. You’ve never done this potion before, but you know the ingredients by heart, just waiting for the day you get to brew it.

You make it to the ingredients table first, followed by Haechan, who’s furiously flipping through his textbook, trying to find the ingredient list. When he notices your empty hands, he narrows his eyes, “Don’t you need to know what to put in the potion?”

Grabbing various vials and jars of dried leaves, you snort, “Don’t need to. Jealous I know it by heart?”

His eyes slide to yours while he follows your lead and picks up a jar of blue rose petals, “Me? Jealous? Yeah right. That’ll be you when me and Chenle win the extra points.”

“Don’t count on it Hyuck.”

The nickname has him tensing, knuckles going white when he accidentally grips a vial of milky substance too hard. He puts it under his arm and reaches for another vial. Coincidentally, you were reaching for the same one, both of your hands brushing against each other's. Neither of you is hasty in withdrawing.

His Adam's apple bobs in his throat, nervousness flitting across his brow. Before you can make note, he clamps down, and his expression goes stoic again.

Heat pools in your stomach. A sickeningly sweet feeling that leaves you confused when Haechan plucks the vial away and whips around, his robes fluttering out behind his body.

Other students begin crowding the table, so you grab a different vial, the interaction leaving you all too confused.

When you get back to the table, Jeno has already begun heating the cauldron.

The ingredients spill from your hands.

“Have you ever done this before?” Jeno asks, “You didn’t even need the textbook.”

Your voice comes out mumbled, “No. I just know it by heart.”

His own textbook is splayed out in front of him, one finger rubbing down the page to read the ingredients list. Why don’t his hands make you feel like that? Sure, it makes you feel all cozy inside, but it isn’t… hot like that. There;s no heat when Jeno walks hand-in-hand with you in the hallway. Why?

“… petals.”

His voice peeks through your thoughts that were flitting around your skull at a million miles an hour.

“Huh?”

“Why did you grab blue rose petals? It doesn’t say we need them in the book.” He teeters on the edge of his seat as if he wanted to take them back to the ingredients table at the back of the room.

A smirk plays on the edge of your lips, “Haechan was copying what I was grabbing, so to trip him up, I grabbed those. Hopefully, he doesn’t pay close attention to the textbook like you…”

Jeno laughs, “Never would have struck you as the type Y/N.”

“What, too much of a Slytherin thing?” You bite back.

“No…No, I like it. It makes you… I don’t know… hot?”

Your eyes go wide, a laugh sticking in your throat. You cough it up and turn to the spread of ingredients in front of you, “Let's, uh… let’s start so we can get those extra credit points.”

Jeno turns around and so do you.

What you don’t notice is Haechan, who had become immensely interested in your conversation after hearing the word Slytherin leave your lips. The jealousy flickering through his nerves is hotter than the boiling substance in front of him. Oh, how he wishes this was Defense Against the Dark Arts.

He’d love to put Jeno flat on his ass.

You and Jeno effortlessly master the brewing of amortentia in just twelve minutes, a symphony of perfectly blended scents swirling in your cauldron.

Chenle and Haechan shoot you annoyed glances as their potion turns into a goopy, blue disaster, nowhere close to the enchanting pink hue of yours.

The professor strides over, congratulating the two of you with a smile. He hands each of you golden slips of paper, designating you as the undisputed masters of amortentia potion-making.

Haechan stands with arms crossed, bitterness etched across his face as he joins the students gathered around your table. His jaw clenches when he witnesses Jeno pulling you into a snug side hug.

“Alright! As the first pair to get the potion right, you get the pleasure of telling us what you smell.

Fuck.

His jaw unclenches and instead is replaced by a shit-eating grin.

“W-What?”

Other students nervously chuckle, eager to see if Jeno, the star of Gryffindors quidditch team, would possibly smell their scent.

“I’ll go first y/n. Don’t sweat it.”

Carefully, Jeno leans over the cauldron and lets the steam waft up into his face. He takes a sniff. Another one. Another one. And finally a deep inhale.

“It’s smells like cherries… um, vanilla, I think… and, sweets? Like baked sweets?”

The professor applauds, “Good! Sounds like someone's after a Hufflepuff!”

All eyes turn to you. It's true, the Hufflepuff dormitory is adjacent to the kitchens, but why must everyone assume? Why must it be you?

The professor continues, “You next Y/N!”

Haechans doe eyes follow your figure closely, drinking in the way you lean over the cauldon, the top button on your blouse having come undone, breasts peaking through the top. He feels like a pervert, but he can’t help the stiffness rising in his slacks.

He should’ve had that girl suck him off.

You sniff one, twice, and a third time. Haechan watches as the blood drains from your face.

Why couldn’t it be cinnamon and firewood? Why not something to complement Jeno? It had to be that.

“I smell apples… and, and, um, caramel, and qu-quidditch gear.”

You don’t even have time to assess Jeno or Haechans faces. Jeno knew it was Haechan’s scent. Haechan knew it was his scent. Everyone knew. How could they not? Slytherins best asshole was known for smelling like caramel apples.

Fuck.

Your eyes are downcast, contemplating whether or not to do that chin tuck.

“Alright! Who’s next?”

“It’s not like it’s our house that’s playing.”

Slumped on the common room couch and stuffing your face with leftover popcorn (thanks Jihyo), your argument doesn’t come across as very convincing – to yourself, or Mina, who stands in front of you with her hands on her hips. “And anyways,” you raise a skeptical eyebrow, “Don’t you have to study or something. You’re not one for quidditch games.”

She reaches for you, snatching the snack bowl out of your hand and plopping it down on the coffee table. “I’m two weeks ahead in every single class. I can afford to skip a day of studying.”

For a moment, you shoot her a glare, sensing there's more to it. “Jihyo put you up to this, didn’t she?”

“Why do you say that.”

“Because I know her.”

“Okay, yes.” She sits down next to you, grabbing your hands. “But come on! Jeno invited you to watch the game and then go to the afterparty. You know how hard it is to get invited to those parties!” She drags out the last syllable, pretending to beg, “And Jihyo said she’d kill me if you bailed.”

You sigh. Jeno did invite you, and he had that killer smile on his lips when he did it. The reminder sends butterflies in your stomach fluttering about. The only reason you were planning to skip out was because you were nervous. And what happened in class yesterday. But that didn’t matter! Gryffindors seeker asking you to come watch him play, and then walking you to class? That made you more than friends, right? You didn’t know how to navigate that without being awkward… and you’d hate to disappoint him.

“Fine, I’ll go.”

Mina squeals next to you and pulls you into a hug. “You won’t regret this! But hurry up, I wanna see if I can spot Renjun before the game.” She smiles to herself, a light blush dusting her cheeks that she tries to conceal.

“Renjun… Isn’t that the boy you’re tutoring in potions?”

She hums in response, a dreamy expression so evident on her face you could almost make out hearts in her eyes. It's like a real-life cartoon.

“You have a crush on him!” you tease, giggling when she holds her arms out defensively and tries to deny it. “That’s why you’re going to the game today! Not because you don’t need to study, but because you wanna see Renjunnnnn.” You draw out his name like you used to do when you were first years.

“Don’t tell Jihyo.” She groans. “She’ll give me hell for it, and I want this to progress naturally on its own.”

“I won’t, I’m just shocked our Mina has a crush!”

You feel happy for your friend. Happy that she’s found somebody who could actually drag her away from being holed up on a Saturday afternoon – it's real progress.

“Enough about me! Go get ready!”

She throws a pillow at you when you leap off the couch, and it hits you square in the chest, both of you thrown into another fit of giggles.

The stands were so jam packed with students, you thought there was absolutely no way you were going to grab a seat.

That was until you spotted Jihyos yellow Hufflepuff cap sticking out in a sea of Gryffindor gear. It was against house rules to wear anything outside of your house colors, so while you wanted to wear red to support Jeno, the best you could do was the red handheld flags they were passing out at the gate to the field.

A first year Slytherin tried to hand you a green flag, but you upturn your nose and brush him aside. You didn’t hate all Slytherins, but you’d be damned if Haechan caught sight of you supporting his team, especially since it was him pitted against Jeno. It saddened you that he was a seeker like the boy you were there to support; he didn’t deserve the position.

Mina grabs your hand and drags you into the thick of the crowd where elbows jostled you every few seconds and your cheeks were being whipped with waving flags. You duck your head down and try not to trip, a sigh of relief rushing past your lips when you make it to where Jihyo is sitting front row, batting away a couple who were trying to sit in the seats she was keeping for the two of you.

“See!” She yells, gesturing wildly to the two of you walking up, “My friends are here, and these seats are now occupied!” She grabs your wrists and tugs you to sit down.

The couple rolls their eyes and move on to find another seat.

“Bitches.” Jihyo curses under her breath.

“Thanks for saving the seat.” You breathlessly laugh, adjusting your jacket so that you were bundled up. Hogwart winters weren’t for the faint of heart.

Jihyo smirks, “Had to fight off about half the Gryffindor population for this good of a view, but it was worth it.”

On the other side of Jihyo, Mina laughed and clapped her hands at the commotion on the field, right before every other student erupted in cheers, hoots, and hollers.

From your midfield position, you saw the Slytherin team filtering out on the green, brooms in hand.

“WELCOME ALL FACULTY AND STUDENTS TO THE FIRST HOME GAME OF THE SEASON!! PLEASE WELCOME OUR SLYTHERIN TEAM!” The announcer's voice boomed, rattling through the entire stadium.

As much as you resisted cheering, Mina was there to support Renjun, so you gave a few half-hearted claps on her behalf, earning dirty looks from the surrounding Gryffindors. You were in the wrong section if you wanted to support the snakes.

You weren’t looking for him, but Haechan’s blonde hair immediately grabs your attention. He’s smiling, all sharp and smug, and you can make out green face paint dotting the side of his neck. It irked you that he was soaking in the cheering – you bet he got off to on the attention. What? With him being the infamous Slytherin seeker? It went straight to his head, and you knew it.

The team hopped on their brooms and flew around the students, tossing Slytherin gear into the stands as they weaved in and out of the sections. When Haechan passed, he blew you a kiss and winked, infuriating you to the point your face flushed hot.

“Ignore him.” Jihyo rolls her eyes and gives your hand a squeeze, “He’s trying to get you mad. Jeno will put him in his place.”

The thought of Jeno putting him in his place warms your heart. Oh, how good that’ll feel.

Once the Slytherins stopped showing off, the crowd went relatively quiet, waiting for the real star of the show to come out. A thrumming chant started somewhere opposite your section, and soon enough, the entire student body was collectively roaring for Gryffindor.

“WE WANT BETTER, WE WANT MORE, SHOW US GRYFFINDOR!!”

A rumble goes through the crowd right before cold air whips your face and a sea of red jerseys flies over your head. It makes you laugh giddily, and your eyes desperately search for number seven – Jeno.

It takes a second, but soon enough your eyes are locked on his lean figure which presses forward on the thin broom stick. He looked good.

Jihyo goes fucking wild beside you, “There’s your man!” she screeches, and you let out a belly laugh. You both watch as he makes his rounds around the towers filled with cheering students – each and every one until he gets to yours.

“You look beautiful” he shouts, and a dozen girls around you squeal in adoration. He was talking to you though, and you knew it. His eyes sparkle when he gives you a wink. “Wish me luck.” he mouths.

“Omg how cute are you two!?” Jihyo swoons.

You pressed a kiss to your palm and then blew it to him – a signal of your affection. With a wide eye-smile, he grabbed it out of the air and pressed it to his lips.

It was then and there that you decided you were going to kiss him after the match. All too quickly, he flew away, and you watched as he went.

Not two seconds later, a new Gryffindor player was in front of you, balancing on the tail end of his stick. Johnny, you remembered his name.

His jersey was tucked between his teeth, his abs on full display, which sent the hoards of girls around you into a screaming fit. You caught a quick glimpse before he spat the hem out of his mouth.

“Y/N, you want us to win?” He asks, his voice a deep timbre.

You were shocked that he was talking to you – let alone that he knew your name.

Gingerly, you nod your head.

“I bet. You coming to the party after?”

This interaction was so bizarre, and all Jihyo and Mina did to help was stare at the six-foot, built, fine specimen lingering only three feet in front of you.

“Jeno invited me.” For some reason, a blush settles on your face, and you fight the urge to cover it.

“Bet you’re gonna have a fun time with him after.” A dazzling smirk plastered itself on Johnny’s face. “You should ask him if he’ll let you ride his broomstick. I heard he’s a good teacher. It should be fun.” He flew around so quickly it left you blinking in his wake. Over his shoulder, you heard him call out, “See you after, prize girl.”

The entire twenty-second conversation left you reeling, and you tucked a mental note away to ask Jeno about it later.

From across the field, a certain Slytherin seeker was seething. Both his hands grabbed the broom so tightly his knuckles turned white. If he applied any more pressure, it would have broken.

The fuck was Johnny talking to you about? Did it have to do with Jeno? What did you see in him anyways? What did Jeno have that he didn’t? Did he have to prove himself? Yes, he thinks. That’s what he’ll do. He’ll win this match to prove to you that he’s better than Jeno. Maybe then you’ll truly see him – and give him a chance.

Game on.

Two minutes were left in the last quarter, and it was neck and neck.

Green and red jerseys fly around each other.

The stadium echoed with the thunderous cheers as the Quaffle exchanged hands between the opposing teams. The bludgers were like rogue comets, threatening to disrupt the fluid dance of the players. Jeno and Haechan had their eyes fixed on the glittering snitch.

A collective gasp filled the arena as Haechan executed a daring spiral dive, narrowly avoiding a bludger. Simultaneously, Jeno executed a swift roll, evading a clever attempt by the opposing team to intercept him.

The golden snitch continued to flit teasingly ahead, leading the seekers on a merry chase.

You grip onto Jihyo and Mina as the game comes to a crescendo.

It happens so quick you almost miss it, but in three seconds everything changes.

Three.

Jeno becomes unbalanced, teetering sideways on his broom that keeps flying straight. His eyes are locked on yours when a wave of pure panic engulfs his sweaty features.

Haechan flies past him, one hand outstretched towards the golden snitch that loomed just mere inches from his fingertips.

Two.

He flips over the side of his broom, hands reaching out to try and catch himself. One by one his fingers tap the stick, not able to gain any purchase, and then he’s falling.

The other seeker presses ahead, dodging his teammates who don’t have time to get out of his way with how fast he’s flying.

One.

Jeno’s body slams into the grass field beneath the players, his broomstick landing next to his broken figure. He doesn’t get up, doesn’t scream in pain, doesn’t move.

Haechan's hand closed around the golden snitch, a victorious shout echoing from him and his teammates. He turned, searching for you in the crowd, but your gaze was fixed on Jeno.

Zero.

Shouts and cries erupt from the crowd, half in victory and half in shock. Someone screams Jeno’s name and you’re not sure if it’s your own shout, or if that person was just really close by.

With wide eyes, you watch as a bunch of medical staff rush towards him on the field and surround his body. Your body becomes ice cold and you can feel your heartbeat in your throat.

Please let him be okay; he has to be okay.

The Slytherin team flies around the field, visiting their supporters in the stands while everyone else’s eyes are on Jeno.

Jihyo grabs your shoulders and gasps when a white medical cot is lifted onto the shoulders of a few Gryffindor players.

“He’s okay. He’s okay.” Mina repeats, taking hold of your hand between hers and you almost sob in relief when you see him wiggling around in the cot, moans of pain falling from his lips too low for your ears to pick up.

Haechan watches from a distance, eyes wide in shock when he takes notice of Jeno’s condition and when he looks up, he sees your dormmates consoling you. He wanted to fly over to you and ask if you’re okay, but he knew you wouldn’t want to hear it, not when Jeno was hurt.

Once Jeno and the medical staff made it off the field, the stands began to clear out, but you feel like you can’t move.

“Come on.” Jihyo murmurs, pulling you up and wrapping an arm around you. It was silly that they had to take care of you like this when you weren’t even the one who was hurt.

When you made it to the bottom of the stand, you huddle together in a group.

Jihyo, with her arm still wrapped around you, gave you a side hug. “I’m sure he’s fine.” Mina nodded in agreement, but you started biting your nails – not that there was much to bite, lord knows they were almost stubs as it was.

Another person slides into your tight group, and you don’t notice until you hear his voice, “The scorekeepers say there was no evidence of foul play.”

When you looked up, you were surprised to see who you thought was Renjun. When he noticed your gaze, he gave a soft smile.

“That’s bullshit,” Jihyo declares, “We all know who did it, and he’s on your fucking team.”

Renjun just shrugs and slides an arm around Mina, and despite the timing and circumstance, you raise an eyebrow at her. She waves you off and slides her attention to Renjun, “Everyone knows it was Haechan.”

“Well, the scorekeepers say otherwise.”

You felt like screaming and crying and running away all at once, but you just stood there, biting your nails.

“I know I probably shouldn’t be asking right now,” Renjun's eyes flickered to you before looking away quickly, “But, I wanted to invite you guys to the after-party. I don’t need an answer, just show up if you want to, and I’ll have Chenle watching for you guys at the door. It starts in half an hour.” He started to pull away from the group but turned back at the last second. “By the way, Y/N, I’m sorry about Jeno. Just because I’m on the opposite team doesn’t mean I don’t feel bad.”

A hum falls from your lips and then he’s off.

“Well, if I need anything right now, it’s a fucking drink,” Jihyo joked, but one look at you, and her laughter died.

Mina is more concerned with you, “We won’t go if you need us.”

“No,” you blurted, dropping your hands from your face. “I –” A particularly loud shout jarred your attention away, and when you looked around to find the culprit, you saw the entire Slytherin team gathering to your right. Haechan stood in the center only long enough for you to make out it was him, then he was being hoisted onto his teammates' shoulders. His eyes met yours, and he smirked, lifting a hand to wave at you. It took everything in you to not storm over there and punch the absolute shit out of him. He wished he was your fucking priority, but that wasn’t the case.

“You sure?” Mina asks, snapping you out of your murderous thoughts.

“I gotta go check on Jeno.” You give a small smile, “Save me a drink?”

Jihyo and Mina both nodded, and before you walked off, you threw a middle finger at Haechan, who caught sight and clasped his chest like he was dying.

It pissed you off, but you had bigger priorities right now.

Haechan would have his turn.

As the cheering fades, the screams take over.

Deep, guttural screams of someone in agonizing pain echo through the empty castle halls leading right to the medical wing. They come in bursts; long strings of curses, grunts, and broken yells, and it makes you inwardly cringe because you knew who they belonged too.

“Jeno…” you whisper, after hearing a particularly jarring shriek.

After rounding the corner, the tall double oak doors loom in front of you, inviting you to join Jeno in his agony, or at least be there to comfort him. Pushing them open, you reveal a large, brightly lit room sectioned off by blue plastic curtains and medical cots. On the left side of the room, you see a nurse tending to who must be Jeno, but you can’t see his face.

You can hear him though.

His voice is amplified ten-fold now that you were in the same room, and instinctively you raise your hands to plug your ears but shake it off. Tentatively you walk over.

“Goddamn Slytherin.” You hear him groan, legs twisting in discomfort when the nurse applies pressure to his arm. It’s evident he’s never been in this much pain before.

“Jeno?” You whisper, startling the nurse who accidentally puts too much pressure on his arm, causing him to jerk away from her, a yelp passing his thin lined lips.

Her hands pepper over his body in apology, not turning her head to look at you, “You shouldn’t be in here.”

“I know.” You whisper, and she doesn’t press any further on why you’re there or ask you to leave, so you stay.

Jeno doesn’t even seem to notice you, but that doesn’t matter. You shift around the bed slightly and catch sight of his face. Both his eyes are shut, one ringed in purple and his bottom lip split in two separate places. His nose seemed to get busted in the fall as it was surrounded by dark red, almost black, dried blood. A few droplets splattered on his shirt, accompanying the grass and dirt he had slammed into after falling thirty feet from the sky,

As bad as it may sound, you’re glad Jeno only broke his arm. A fall from that height could have meant paralysis or worse, death. He truly got lucky.

You stand quietly, watching as she shifts Jeno’s arm into a sling, securing it with a couple items you don’t know the name for and then popping a few muggle meds in his mouth. Lifting a glass of water to his lips, he groans, knocking back the pills.

It never sat right with you how the nurses used muggle methods of healing when there were more than a fair share of spells that could work much quicker. It was as if they wanted you to stew in your own misery.

Wasn’t the point of magic to make things easier?

Your thoughts are cut off by the nurse brushing past you, arms full of medical supplies. “Visiting hours are over in twenty minutes. Make it quick.” She warns, before walking away.

“Why are you here.” Jeno groans when she leaves the room, eyes still sticking shut.

“I –”A dull ache lands on your heart and the words catch in the back of your throat, a sudden cough clearing them away.

His lip curls into a sneer, “Spit it out y/l/n,”

The aggression radiating off of him makes you stumble back but you don’t let it scare you. You knew Jeno and he wasn’t scary… or so you thought.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You speak quietly, like any word above a murmur would startle him and hurt him worse.

“Obviously, I’m not fucking okay.” His voice is nasally, mocking you, “But you don’t care, do you? Bet you’re just here to make sure I don’t snitch on your little boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Your eyes narrow down to slits. It angered you that Jeno thought you would give any time of day to the little prick who kept messing with you.

“You should tell him that.”

His eyes snap open and home in on you, glaring from his spot on the bed. Uncomfortable in his position, he squirms a bit, trying to right himself, but he grunts and falls back down, the pain too much for him.

‘You should tell him that.’

The words bounce around the inside of your skull. Did Haechan think you were together? Think he had some kind of weird ass claim over you?

"Jeno –”

“You know I can’t even play quidditch now that my arm is broken. My fucking arm Y/N.” Tears form in the corner of his eyes, whether from the pain or the prospect that he was out for the season, you weren’t sure, “He knocked me off my broom. That’s like… that’s like attempted murder!” he splutters, a crazed expression overtaking his face.

As much as you disliked the guy, there was no way he was capable of murder. No, this was due to his unrelenting jealousy, and someone needed to set him straight.

“Oh, come on, it’s not attempted –”

Jeno’s free hand is shoved in your face, one finger pointing at you patronizingly, “Yes, it is. You and I both know he’s a crazy son of a bitch, and he obviously has something for you so stay the fuck away from me.”

“Really, can we just talk?”

He shakes his head, “No. Get the fuck away from me and keep your little boyfriend in check.”

“For the last time, he’s not –”

“I don’t care what he is! The both of you need to leave me the fuck alone.”

Your heart breaks.

It wasn’t because you liked him. No, that wasn’t it. You just thought this could have been the start of something new since your love life had been wrecked for years thanks to the one and only Lee Donghyuck.

You can’t believe he had the audacity to wreck it again.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice comes out in a whisper, way too low for him to hear, but he waves you off anyway, “I’ll go.”

He doesn’t say anything; doesn’t even watch as you turn your back and walk away, past the blue plastic curtains and out the heavy double doors. The more steps you take, the heavier your heart feels in your chest. Tears burn in your eyes and anger clouds your head with each passing second like poison.

Haechan wasn’t getting away with this, you were going to make sure.

You see fucking red.

Storming through the halls of Hogwarts was a rare occurrence for you, but today was different. People gasped as you briskly brushed past them, your head so hot it felt like smoke might billow from your ears. Annoyed shouts of 'hey' or 'watch it' barely registered as you descended the stairs leading to the ominous 'Slytherin Dungeon.' The air grew colder with each step, mirroring the iciness in your gaze. Thoughts of pounding Haechan's face swirled in your mind, and you couldn't shake the fiery anger fueling your every move.

You knew if Jihyo was here she would make fun of your anger, claiming that you didn’t belong in Hufflepuff with your temper.

Too bad she wasn’t.

Maybe she could have calmed you down, slowed your racing heart and spoken some sense into your hard head, but alas, she wasn’t, and you were only growing more furious by the second.

Reaching the bottom of the staircase, you rounded a corner and collided with a Slytherin you recognized as Chenle, thanks to Renjun's heads up. His light green hair parted down the middle, coupled with the trademark Slytherin resting bitch face, transformed into a smirk upon seeing you.

“Y/N! Glad you could make it!” His voice is deeper than you would have thought, and he was much taller when you walked up to him.

"Yeah, yeah, let me in." Impatiently tapping your foot, you watched as he opened the door, revealing the booming bass of the music inside.

"Say hey to him for me." Chenle grinned, extending an arm to welcome you.

You pushed past him, retorting over your shoulder, "You can tell Renjun yourself." Confusion flashed over his face, but the door slammed shut before further words could be exchanged, sealing you inside.

The ambiance in Slytherin territory starkly contrasted with your dorm. Damp darkness replaced the natural sunlight, and the air carried the scent of spicy cologne rather than the comforting aroma of food.

Thank God I wasn’t placed in Slytherin, you think.

Music reverberates off the walls and lands loudly on your eardrums, a soft green glow emitting from the end of the hallway. Conversation and laughter can be heard just slightly above the music, and you follow it till you’re at the end of the corridor and in the den of the snakes.

Green.

There’s green everywhere.

But your dormmates were nowhere to be found. In fact, all you saw in every direction were green robes with the occasional pop of yellow and blue.

No Gryffindors, interesting.

A hand lands on your arm and you jump back at least ten feet.

"Woah, it's just me." Renjun's eyes crinkled with a smile as he extended a drink towards you. You accepted it with a silent 'thank you.'

"Your friends are in the bathroom, I think, but I can wait with you if you like." Renjun's politeness caught you off guard. This has got to be the nicest Slytherin boy you’ve ever met.

As you took a sip of the bitter liquid, you mused, "No need to wait with me... I came to see someone real quick, and then I'll be on my way."

"I know he deserves it, but go easy on him, okay?" Renjun's words hung in the air, causing you to stare at him with disbelief. Sensing your anger, he quickly stepped back, raising a hand. "You know what, forget I said anything."

Cocking your head, you smiled, "Know where I can find him?"

Renjun simply pointed behind you.

Turning around, you spotted the boy in question, lounging on a couch stripped of his robes. Clad in a white button-up shirt and black slacks, Haechan exuded an air of arrogant nonchalance. Two girls clung to either side of him, and a few friends surrounded him, exchanging laughs and banter.

"Thanks, Renjun." You mutter, not bothered to look behind you and see that he wasn’t standing there anymore.

You down the rest of your drink in one gulp and leave the plastic solo cup on a random side table as you stalk over to where the blonde headed boy was lounging. When you push past his friends, his eyes snap to you.

“Glad you could make it.” He beams, eyes washing over your body. You were in that damn skirt, and it drove him fucking wild.

Ignoring him, you placed your hands on your hips. "Get up."

He chuckled, patting his thigh. "Why don't you sit down and enjoy the party?" Laughter erupted from his friends, and the girls hanging off his arms glared at you.

“Get. Up.” You seethe.

“Feisty aren’t you.” He murmurs, shrugging off the girls at his side and standing up.

“Lead the way to your room.”

A few hoots and hollers followed you as he guided you away from the party and into the hallway. "Can't wait to get your hands on me?"

Ignoring him, you followed, your gaze trailing from the back of his neck to his shoulder blades visible through the sheer fabric of his shirt. The muscles rippled as he opened the heavy door of his bedroom, and you had to tear your eyes away before saying something stupid.

The room was as expected, draped in dark green bedding and scattered quidditch gear. The scent of him surrounded you, reminiscent of that damned amortentia brewing session.

While he walks further into the room, you slam the door shut and spin around, “Where the hell do you get off – ”

“Right there.”

“What?” You blink.

“I get off right there.” He jabs a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of his bed, “Almost every night, unless I have a match the next day. You know, gotta keep the tension building so I do my best…”

You groan, “You’re unbelievable.” He chuckles a bit and steps closer to you, igniting the nerves that were already high strung, on fire, but you push the thought away, “Why do you feel the need to fuck around with the guys I like.”

“I was trying to win the game. Trust me, you and your relationship was nowhere on my mind.” What a fucking lie, he thinks. “I’m flattered you were thinking about me though.”

“Are you always this full of yourself?” You bite.

He flashes a beaming smile, pearly white teeth on display and you wished you didn’t stare too long at his canines. He had such a pretty smile and you wished you didn’t have to notice it. “When you look like I do, it’s kind of hard not to be.”

“Slytherin suits you, huh?” you sneer.

“Exactly.” He reaches an arm overtop of you and semi cages you against the door and his body, “So now that’s cleared up, can I go back out there and celebrate my win?”

He was so close to you, his lips only inches from your own, and his cologne was wafting up in your face sending you into a daze. God he was so cute, no not cute – hot. He was hot. You wonder what it would feel like to stretch your neck and kiss him. Did he taste how he smelled?

The fucking drink.

Whatever Renjun had given you was reaching your bloodstream way faster than muggle alcohol. You make a mental note to rip his head off later, but for now you turn your attention back to Haechan’s insanely close face.

“You need to realize –”

He cuts you off again, “Look, I’m all for being in here with you, but if you insist on keeping that pretty mouth running, I suggest you put it to good use instead of chastising me.” His eyes flicker from your own to your lips, almost like he was thinking about kissing you just as much as you were thinking about kissing him.

Do it, just kiss me, you think, but different words are said, “You wish.”

“Yeah, I do.” He quips.

“Can’t you be serious for one fucking second you asshole.” A drawn-out groan escapes you as you press your hand against him, hoping to coax him into backing off. Regrettably, he remains a solid wall of muscle and strength, unmoved by your attempts.

“Sorry, it’s just hot when you insult me. Do it again” He wiggles his eyebrows at you and leans in, one hand reaching out to caress the underside of your jaw.

He doesn't know where the newfound confidence was coming from. You were supposed to hate him, yet he had you in his bedroom. The same bedroom where he thought about fucking you. Where he got off to the memories of that goddamn mirror. Where he fantasized about you slotting your thighs on either side of his head, and sitting down on his waiting lips.

You swat his hand away, “Do you have any idea how stupid you are?”

“Not as stupid as you would look with a cock in your mouth.”

Wishful thinking, he muses.

You roll your eyes at his remark, but nonetheless a heat surges between your legs. You would look stupid – but Haechan’s cock in your mouth sounds all too great. “Are you done?”

“Done with what?”

You roll your eyes. Again. “Being an idiot.”

“Would an idiot make you flush so easily like this?” He strokes a stray hair behind your ear, his fingertips burning against your skin, “See? I make you flustered. You want me. Badly.”

Again, wishful thinking.

“You think I want you badly?” You scoff, a hand coming in contact with his crotch, “You’re the one hard. Do you get off on hurting people?”

“Yes.” He stares into your eyes, a mischievous glint shining in them, “I do.”

“God you’re fucking pathetic.”

He groans and pushes his hips into your hand. “Say it again.”

A loud and drawn-out gasp leaves your lips, “No fucking way you’re getting off on this too.” His dick twitches in his pants at your accusation.

“You talk too much. Just suck my dick already.”

Third times a charm.

Seeing him like that, pliant underneath your hand… it makes your heartbeat erratic and your face flush. You could tell he wanted it, and he wanted it bad, so why didn’t you give in to it? Give in to him? The air around you shifts and whatever it was, it has you lowering yourself down onto the floor so that you were kneeling below him, hands clawing at his belt buckle.

His eyes widen when he realizes what you’re doing. “I was kidd –”

“Is this what you want?” you coo, “Want me on my knees like this?” You slip his belt through the loops slowly and muster up the most innocent smile you could.

“You should stop, I was kidding.” He grunts, forearms tightening when you get his belt off and start on his pants button.

“I think you should shut up.”

He complies and doesn’t say a word while you pull both his pants and boxers down till they pooled around his ankle and he kicked them off.

Lee Donghyuck had a right to be cocky.

His cock sprung up against his abdomen standing tall and hard, clear, sticky precum droplets collecting on his tip. He fidgets under your gaze, but you were in awe at how big he was.

“Are you just gonna look at it?” He whines, one of his hands wrapping around your head and fisting tightly in your hair, “At least kiss it or something.”

You watched him twitch slightly as the cold air met his length, and again when your hand wandered past his thigh to grip him in your palm, squeezing him tightly at the base. He shivers into your touch, “You have a pretty dick.”

“So, I’ve been told.” He all but moans and tries to bring your head forward.

His neediness draws you closer, and you take him in your mouth. He was heavy and sweet, so fucking right for you that you don’t think straight and take him all the way in till he hits the back of your throat.

“Fuck.” He groans, holding your head down till you were choking and batting his thighs.

When he lets up, you gasp for air though you don’t find yourself mad, instead, you feel the fire in your stomach growing hotter and the wetness in your panties pooling.

“Ke-Keep going.” He stutters, the intent was strong, but his words broke in the moment.

You turn you head and lick from the base of his cock to his tip, relishing the way he bucks his hips into your fist. A rosy blush covers his neck and cheeks when you look up at him. When you meet his doe eyes, they were hooded with lust. For a split second he watches you lick all over him, giving a few small kisses on his tip, before he rolls his head back and closes his eyes.

Messily, you spit on his tip, using your hands to spread it down his length and he groans into the stilled air. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“So, I’ve been told.” You mock his earlier words, and his hold on your hair tightens as a warning.

Rolling your eyes, you take him in your mouth again, leaving your hand to pump his base while you harshly suck at his hot skin. He tries to push into the back of your throat again but knowing that you couldn’t take him again without choking, you dig your nails into his thighs, leaving him to shamelessly whimper out.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good baby.” He grunts, losing himself in the way your warm mouth glides down his length, and the right amount of pressure you’re squeezing around his base. If he closed his eyes, he could almost pretend it was your cunt he was pounding into.

You hum around his cock at the praise and repeat your movements, slightly taken aback by his pet name. In the back corner of your mind, you hope it was just a slip of the tongue.

The alcohol had too much of a hold on you to think about anything else other taking his cock down your throat, and loving every second.

His chest begins to heave, and his legs start to shake bit as you draw him deeper down your throat, and when you look up, you notice his curious eyes watching you. He thinks about unbuttoning his shirt but pushes the thought aside when you erratically rub the underside of his length with your tongue.

“Bet you love the taste of my cock.” He whispers and you moan around a mouthful of him, the vibrations sending him into a euphoric head high.

He wasn’t wrong. You loved this, loved the feeling of having him slightly submissive under you with his dominant nature peeking through a bit.

It felt like a fucking dream.

“Can I cum down your throat?”

You’re shocked that he’s close already, but with the palpable tension beforehand acting like foreplay, you shouldn’t be. You try and nod to the best of your ability and you guess he gets the message because he’s fisting your hair again and drawing you close, a string of curses falling from his lips.

Uncontrollable gasps and grunts leave him as he fucks your throat, leaving you to helplessly take it – take all of him, and before you know it, hot white cum is shooting down your throat, his head thrown back as he snaps his hips against your face.

You felt like a rag doll in his grip but that didn’t matter right now, all that mattered was swallowing his arousal, a bit of it landing on your tongue and while you thought it was going to taste salty, you’re mildly surprised to find its sweet.

“My god, I can’t believe you actually did that.” He pants, moving to put his slacks back on while you stand up and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, “I – Thank you.”

A darker blush flushes on his face and he turns to you now fully dressed. He wasn’t sure what to say now, and that was a first for him.

“Are you happy?” You spit, a bout of spite coming out of nowhere, “Did you get what you wanted? Will you leave me and Jeno alone now?”

He stumbles back like your words had a physical effect on him, “What are you talking about? You dragged me in here?”

Where did the sudden flip of emotion come from? One minute you had his cock in your mouth and the next you’re yelling at him again. The both of you can’t come up with an answer, but somewhere in your brain you knew it was your way of trying to convince yourself the rising feelings you were having towards him weren’t a thing; would never be a thing.

“Just leave me and Jeno alone now. Okay?”

You straighten your blouse and fix your hair before opening the door behind you and storming out. He tries to follow you, half stumbling through the hall till he was out in the party again where his friends clap him on the back, congratulating him on ‘hitting that yellow tail’, but he can’t find it in himself to smile and jeer back. All he does is watch you storm away, his friend Renjun reaching out for you. Your dormmates try and stop you but you blow past them and round the corner where the door to the stairs were.

Should he let you go?

Or should he follow?

"Fuck this."

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Hogwarts Dreams at Night

Intro:

Part 1: An Owl Appears

New Nct Dream Series Starring,

Huang Renjun- The Ravenclaw.

-Huang Renjun is one of the smartest students in all of Hogwarts. He's aced every exam and test. He's absolutely beloved by his teachers and students can't decide if their jealousy is from hate or desire to be as smart as him. However, Renjun had always been head-to-head with you. Both of you taking any chance to turn in even an optional extra credit assignment and an opportunity to compete. But one day on your way to your Defense Against the Dark Art class you both get stuck inside a classroom and are forced to work out your differences. Making Renjun realize he shouldn't have been competing with you but for you.

Here Now!!: Part one: The Ravenclaw

Posted: 03/ 30/2024

Na Jaemin- The Slytherin

-Na Jaemin is a quidditch player but unlike Jeno, he could care less about the sport. He only played because his father forced him to. Jaemin would much rather spend his time in the library, but not curled up with a good book or studying for his Spells class. He'd rather fuck some pretty Hufflepuff behind the bookcases and maybe even get caught. However, when you are paired with him to work on a project in your spells class he sees the chase for you as a challenge and he'd do anything to piss Jeno off

Here Now!!!!!

Posted: 05/10/ 2024

Lee Jeno - The Gryffindor

-Lee Jeno captain of the Quidditch Gryffindor team. Had always had everything in life handed to him. His father was a beloved Gryffindor and Jeno wishes to follow in his footsteps. He was loved for his bravery, honor, loyalty, and boldness like a true Gryffindor. However, everyone has a weakness. His recklessness, self-righteousness, short tempers, and desire to have you are what make him lose you. After countless arguments, your friendship falls apart and breaks his heart. But he'd never tell you. Until one day you rip it right out of him.

Coming Soon

AHHH okay. I'm so excited to write this series, you have no clue. I've always wanted to do something Harry Potter and it's finally happening.

This will be a 5 part series.

I played around with the idea a lot. Adding in members and taking some out. Changing the plot based on which members I wanted. But I knew one way or another Jaemin as a Slytherin had to be created. Then I thought I should write about a chase. Which one will Y/n choose?

Then I had to figure out who would be the other man. I knew I wanted him to be Gryffindor it was just deciding which one would be a Gryffindor. Originally it would be Jaehyun but then I changed it since I've written so much about him already. Then my mind went to Jeno and I knew I had to write about him.

Now Renjun came so quick. I just had to make him a Ravenclaw.

I wanted to write the entire 00 line but I physically could not make Haechan a Hufflepuff. So I promise he will be mentioned all of the Dreamies will be but the main 3 will be Jeno, Jaemin, and Renjun.

I hope you all enjoy this series.

See you soon:)

Happy Reading :)

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i will not vanish | two

I will not vanish [MASTERLIST] is a companion series/backstory to the ‘soulmates collection’ [doyoung]

demon haechan x fem reader

genre: fantasy, smut, angst!!, comedic and fluff elements, tarot reader haechan

warnings and content: +18, explicit sexual content, oral f, body worshipping, titty sucking, first time penetrative sex for reader, fingering, breeding kink, unprotected and pulling out then protected (?), cum play, dirty talk, biting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, finger sucking, sexual tension, mutual pining, slow burn, tarot readings, fight scenes and use of swords/knives, magic snakes, wounds, swearing

other characters: demon jeno, immortal jaemin, doyoung, selene (oc), archangel mark

words: 17k

soulmates universe equivalent: my soulmate loves wine

note: the terminology used [demon, angel, archangel] has no correlation to the usual religious connotations

Mark was a peculiar man, you thought.

His eyes were dark as carbon just like his hair. They would pierce into yours as if they could read your mind. Perhaps, he could. He was an Archangel after all.

But he didn't feel frightening when he approached you that day, gently sitting on the dying grass near you.

“Are you my guardian Angel?” you finally spoke after his short monologue, explaining who he was.

Mark chuckled, closing his eyes, and showing white shiny teeth.

“No, I am not. And Haechan is not your guardian Demon either.”

He didn’t bother to explain how he knew you were thinking precisely that.

You swallowed.

“But you can come with me and ask him that yourself.”

When Mark said he knew where Haechan had run to, you had no idea that convincing the University Rector to suddenly let you take a gap year was going to be the most difficult thing to do.

“What if I promise you that I will get a sick as fuck dissertation on this travel? You’ll get so much fame and so many people will want to come and study here.”

The woman was slightly swinging back and forth in her huge chair as if unsure.

“Well, if you write it the same way you speak, I’m not sold.”

You fought the urge to sigh. “I am the smartest person in Slytherin.”

“That’s not true. It is, in fact, Kim Doyoun-”

“Okay, I’m the second smartest person in Slytherin.” You felt your eyebrow twitch.

“What’s even the topic?” she looked bored.

“Parallel universes,” you were firm.

The Rector had to hide a patronizing smile. “Research on parallel universes.”

Your fist tightened. “I think it’s absurd how we have all sorts of magic, and we can fly and stuff, and we don’t believe in parallel universes and people - no, beings - travelling to them through portals.”

“What would these beings be?”

You were unsure. Angels? Demons? Could that actually be the case or were Haechan and his weird friend group pulling the biggest prank in history?

“That would be my my research question, ma’am.”

You were so convincing that you convinced yourself as well. Or at least, you tried to not think too deeply about it.

But when you reached the city Mark gave you an appointment in, you fought the urge to run back home.

What were you doing? Were you that stupid and gullible to believe a stranger and follow him around?

Maybe.

But Haechan has always looked very strange to you as well. His magic wasn’t of your world, and the way both he and Jeno disappeared all of sudden wasn’t normal. You had to find out what the hell was going on.

“You actually came,” Mark commented, raising his eyes from the phone he was holding.

The man was sitting at a small round table, in front of a café, a steamy coffee to blur his face.

You sat down as well and looked around.

People were walking by and not giving both of you a single glance.

Of course, you just looked like two normal people having a conversation at a café. You had no idea why you felt like an undercover spy instead.

“So, where is he?”

You meant Haechan.

Mark leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms on his chest. He looked so confident that it was making you feel anxious as if you somehow fell into his trap.

“He’s right here,” he tilted his head towards the entrance of the coffee shop.

You looked at it, snapping your head. Some employees were inside but none of them looked like Haechan.

“Not here here. In the Universe he is right now this place is not a café but a tarot shop. That’s where you’ll go.”

“A tarot shop?”

Mark nodded.

“And he’s there.”

He nodded again.

“How do I reach him?”

Mark extended one hand on the table. You looked at his fingers. The palm was facing up and he had one faint scar in the middle of it.

“Touch me,” he whispered.

You had no idea what you expected to happen as you leaned forward and slowly brushed your fingertips with his. But you expected it to be something.

Yet nothing happened.

No electricity, no headache, no vision, no portal transportation. Just you and that strange man holding hands.

For a second you thought he was some type of creep, and you gathered all the magic you could feel ready to blow him the fuck away. But then his eyes became completely white, no iris and no pupils, and you gasped.

In a second his eyes came back to their usual very dark brown and he smiled.

“Tomorrow, come back here. Have a good night's sleep, that’s crucial. You’ll find him inside.”

“Why are you doing this?” you asked quickly before he could get up.

“I thought you wanted to know where he is.”

You cleared your throat. “I’m just generally curious about him and you and this situation. From an Academic point of view. I’ll write a paper.”

Mark nodded as if not believing one single word. “You’re useful to me.”

“How?”

“You’ll bother him a lot.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. You wanted to ask more questions but just like the first time he spoke to you, you blinked and he was gone.

That morning you woke up after a good night's sleep, completely unaware you were in a different Universe with the task of finding a man called Haechan.

Haechan, Jaemin and Jeno were in silence at the round table. The first had a concentrated face as if he were completely in his head. The second looked bored and the third was simply waiting.

“I know,” the Demon finally broke the silence. “Kimchi jjigae.”

Jaemin’s mouth opened while his eyes closed. “Unbelievable.”

Jeno looked like about to attack at any time. “Were you thinking about what to have for dinner this whole damn time? I thought we were on a mission.”

Haechan eyed the other’s veiny fists. “Chill out. I figured out the plan in the first three seconds and then I wondered about food for the rest of the time. Who do you think I am? I thought by now you would have known I am a genius. Olay, you-” he indicated to Jeno, “Selene. And you-” he said to Jaemin, “Doyoung.”

“I have to pretend to be Doyoung and romance Jeno, who's pretending to be Selene?” Jaemin asked, confused.

“I regret every waking hour that I helped you survive,” Jeno didn’t look amused.

Haechan sighed. “Jaemin, I did say you don’t have to think when I am around, but I didn’t mean you don’t have to use your brain at all.”

Jaemin leaned back in his chair with a smirk as if acting dumb has been his plan all along.

“I have to take care of Selene and Jaemin will take care of Doyoung. To push them together,” Jeno guessed.

Haechan nodded.

“And what will you do?” Jaemin asked.

“I’ll be the glue,” Haechan answered. “Selene is gullible as hell in this Universe. I was thinking something like giving her a Tarot reading. Telling her a man is coming and describing him exactly like Doyoung.”

He chuckled as if he was about to prank someone and the other two sighed.

“It’s going to be easy peasy lemon squeezy.”

Haechan watched Jeno trip on his own feet and scratched his eyebrow. “Okay, maybe it’s going to be more so difficult difficult lemon difficult.”

“I don’t know why I have to pretend to be a girl. I can be her friend even if I’m a man,” Jeno was mad, hands on his hips and long black hair in his face.

“Stressy depressy lemon zesty,” Jaemin commented from his chair after having a good laugh.

“I need you to be her only friend, my dude. Every single person in her life it’s going to be just you.”

“That’s fucking crazy. I feel sorry for Selene,” Jaemin sighed.

Jeno, or the woman who looked like someone related to Jeno, sighed and looked at herself in the mirror. “This is going to take a long time.”

“Consider this a vacation. Let’s take it easy. Where are we rushing? We have eternity. My book-” Haechan patted an old tome resting on his desk, “says wine business. There’s no way in hell she’s into the alcohol business right now. I stalked. She’s in her last year of university.”

“You’re a stalker?”

“I’m a Demon. That's basically the same thing."

"I am a Demon, and I am not a stalker," Woman-Jeno lifted one eyebrow.

Haechan felt weird seeing him like that. "Did you really have to make yourself this sexy? What if Doyoung falls in love with you instead of Selene? No. What if one of us falls in love with y-"

Woman-Jeno disappeared to show a very angry Man-Jeno about to whoop Haechan's ass.

The day felt quite cold and you shivered after opening the front door.

Was it already sweater weather? The song played in your head as you turned around to run the stairs and grab something warmer from your closet. It would be nice for someone to hold both of your hands in the holes of their sweater, you thought with a melancholic smile.

But there was no one.

After wearing a clean hoodie you noticed the corner of a red and gold scarf, hidden under piles of hats and gloves. You’ve never seen it before and you wondered if your grandma put it there when she announced she was cleaning her closet. Perhaps a nice scarf was needed that morning, you realized. You grabbed it and felt it between your fingertips. It was very good quality and almost pristine.

Why did your grandma give it away? Then you shrugged and put it on.

Running the stairs again your fingers brushed over the “HC” embroidered on the bottom and you made a mental note to search the brand online.

It was the first day of work after graduating from university and the only company that accepted your CV has been this shady wine company. They barely had any information online but the contract seemed legit. Your task was managing the social media accounts so it made sense for them to not have anything prior if they hired you. Ideally, you wanted to do something more artistic. Like doing art for some weird brand or-

you stopped in place. A tarot shop?

You looked around as if checking if others were curious about the place as you suddenly got too but there was no one around.

Weird, you thought. It was a Monday morning after all.

Your eyes darted towards the shop’s glass windows again. It was closed and the lights were turned off. Your reflection looked spectral and you blinked seeing how your lipstick was a little bit smudged on your chin.

Haechan inhaled suddenly, eyes on the outside of their fake Tarot shop. Behind the glass, you were trying to look inside. It was closed so you thought no one could see you while you were touching up on your makeup in the reflection.

Jeno and Jaemin looked at Haechan first then in the direction he was staring at since they felt him freeze up.

Jeno’s eyes widened at the sight.

Jaemin furrowed his eyebrows confused. “What’s up with you guys? Do you know her?”

Haechan stood up in a second, knocking down the crystal ball from the desk with a shattering sound but Jeno’s iron fist stopped him by grabbing his forearm.

“Don’t.”

Haechan’s eyes were incendiary. “Let go.”

“No.”

“I said-”

“What are you going to do huh? Talk to her? Say what? You’re a Demon and you just talked in another universe a few days ago which felt like years? She doesn’t remember you.” Jeno scolded him but his expression relaxed as Haechan looked up, exchanging a look with him. He looked devastated.

“Haechan…”

Haechan shook his head with a tired chuckle. “No, you’re right.” He sat back down and rested his head in his palm, pretending to be busy looking in his book. The crystal ball turned intact on his desk as if it never fell.

“Haechan?”

“Jeno, it’s okay. I said you’re right. I’m not going to do anything stupid-”

“No, dumbass. Look!” Jeno lightly hit his shoulder.

You adjusted the big red and yellow scarf around your neck in the window's reflection. Haechan could see the bright “HC” letters on the bottom of it as you walked away.

Haechan had to fight the urge to search for you. The Y/N you were in this universe wasn’t like the Slytherin he grew to-

To what?

Love?

Haechan wasn’t in love. He couldn’t be.

He was a Demon.

Whatever he felt in that Universe almost disappeared during the travel, proof that it was the human flesh he wore to be attracted to you and not his real self.

But you were wearing the scarf he left behind. That was impossible unless that version of you was the Slytherin.

But humans can’t travel.

Haechan shook his head. He opened his book and sighed. In a few months, he’d give a tarot reading to both Doyoung and Selene.

Time flies when you’re pretending to be human.

The cards were neatly piled up and he smiled. Just a simple tool and it makes people lose their minds. He grabbed them and shuffled, pulling a card for himself.

The Tower.

He furrowed his eyebrows and suddenly exhaled like a dog sensing danger, eyes trained on the entrance. He turned all of the candles off while turning invisible.

“Is anyone there?” your voice could be heard before Haechan could see your face peeking through the crack of the door. He could feel you coming.

“Hello? I saw the lights on and thought it was open. Are you already closing?” you asked again.

You stepped in cautiously and looked around with tight eyes, unable to see much.

Haechan turned on one candle on the desk. “Who are you?” he asked.

You muffled a scream with your palms. Your wide eyes looked around again but Haechan was still invisible.

“I-” you tried to speak. “I am Y/N. I was interested in getting a reading.”

Haechan chuckled silently. You didn’t look like you wanted the reading anymore.

He turned on the rest of the candles and the room warmed up while he appeared from the shadows, this time gently to not scare you any further.

“Welcome. You can sit down here,” he indicated in front of himself.

You exhaled and blinked, eying him from head to toe.

When you decided to finally enter that Tarot shop after walking in front of it for weeks you didn’t expect to be met by a very handsome young man.

The place has been creepy for a moment but then it became so cosy that you felt at ease on the chair, staring at the way the man’s fingers were expertly shuffling the cards. It almost put you to sleep.

His hands were delicate but manly, with a single ring adorning them, and a silver watch on his wrist.

You thought he looked too modern for being in a Tarot Shop.

“Can you please blow on these?” he asked.

“Huh?” you lifted your head to look him in the eyes. They were very warm but with a piercing darkness you didn’t like, as if something bad would happen if you stared too much into them.

“Oh, sure,” you did as you were told, hoping you didn’t have bad breath.

The man shuffled again and spread them in front of you.

“I’ll let you choose,” he said.

His voice was melodic like a snake playing with its prey.

You looked at the back of the dark red cards then exchanged a look again. “I didn’t say what my question is.”

“I know without you telling me.”

That amused you and the seed of wanting to prove him wrong got the best of you. “Really?”

The man nodded with a little cunning smile.

“What is it then?”

He leaned back in the chair and pushed back his hair. He definitely didn’t look like he knew what he was doing. Was his grandma - the actual tarot reader - in the toilet?

“Will I ever find someone to hold my hands in the holes of their sweater?” he whispered.

Your heart dropped.

“How do you know that?”

The man’s eyes twinkled. “It’s my job.”

You suddenly didn’t feel safe anymore but not in a bad way. You looked down at the cards and you chose one, turning it.

It was the Page of Swords, or at least that was written on it. The image was of a young boy holding, well, a sword.

You looked up at the man for an explanation.

“You’re asking a good question. It also means that you might find a lover in some kind of mentor or a studying field.”

“I’m done studying. I’m working now.”

“We’re never done learning.”

That sounded like something an old grandpa would say and the mixed signals that the young man was giving, both young and millennials years old, were throwing you off.

“So, I’ll find a lover in a teacher?” you were weirded out.

“Maybe. Or you’ll find a lover while you research something.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Is there something on your mind that you want to research?”

“I wanted to research this place,” you started then ended with a lower voice, realizing how that could sound to him.

You weren’t trying to hit on him, although he looked- well he was the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen in your life. If you could have a lover to hold your hands in the holes of his sweater you’d definitely imagine him like the young tarot reader in front of you.

“Well, maybe you’ll find your lover like this.”

His expression didn’t give you any information on what he was thinking.

You looked back down at the card and pulled another one. It was Strength.

You couldn’t tell what that could mean regarding everything else. On it, a woman was grabbing a lion with the symbol of infinity on her head. She didn’t look afraid or tired. She looked at peace.

“Is that my lover?”

“The Lion?”

You nodded.

“That’s an enemy,” he explained.

“What? I don’t have enemies.”

The Tarot man’s eyes were flickering like the candles in front of him. “You have a task,” he whispered.

He looked like he was in a trance and for a moment it spooked you. The young man looked surprised. But then he looked at you. “Give me your hand.”

His tone was calm but intense and you didn’t even think of not doing as he said.

You noticed your fingers were trembling a little as you put your palm on top of his. His skin felt soft but firm, just like what you imagined a man’s touch would be like.

Nothing happened for a second but then the man screamed and got on his feet, holding his wrist with the other hand.

You got up as well, the incriminating palm to your mouth, watching in horror the way his fingers were turning charcoal black.

“What the fuck is going on? This is not a funny trick!” you accused him.

The young man didn’t pay any attention to you, his soft brown curls becoming jet black and straight in his eyes, the veins on his back popping as his mouth was open in a silent scream.

“I will- I will write a complaint!” you added, sure it was some kind of elaborate joke. “It is not okay to bring it this far!”

But then the man fell to his knees and on his side with a thud.

You ran around the table and crouched down, the sweat suddenly accumulated on your forehead making your eyes burn. Or maybe they were tears?

“Hey?” you whimpered, afraid to touch him a second time. “This is not funny, please stop,” you tried again and the drops that fell on his arm were tears, this time you were sure. They burned his shirt and blackened his skin. You put your palm on your mouth and slid back until hitting the desk with your blades.

With a loud thud the front door opened and a tall man appeared in front of you with the angriest expression you’ve ever seen on a human.

“What have you done?”

“I think you should sit down and have a cup of tea,” the young man you learned was called Jaemin addressed the tall and scary young man who interrogated you for what felt like while years while the Tarot man was lying unconscious on the couch. You were occupying the other one, right in the front with Jaemin, who kept pouring you tea although you didn’t want any anymore. The scary man never stopped pacing the room and you wondered when the floor would cave in.

“Don’t piss me off,” Jeno replied.

Jaemin rolled his eyes and although you were feeling sick to your stomach at the situation, his energy was very calming and healing, so you let the corner of your mouth turn up for a moment when he locked eyes with you.

“Maybe if you sit down, you can think better. I don’t think you’re able to do two things at the same time.”

“You think this is a time to joke.”

“I just got possessed by Haechan’s spirit while it left his body, I don’t know what to tell you.”

That was the first time they said the Tarot man’s name and you understood they were talking about him because they both stared at his unconscious face - Jaemin with actual worry that he was trying to hide with jokes and Jeno with love that he was trying to hide with anger.

You didn’t like the way Jaemin said that his spirit left his body.

They also said going to a hospital is not going to help so you stopped insisting. And when you asked who or what they were they didn’t reply.

Finally, when you asked what happened to Haechan, Jaemin made sure to assure you that you didn’t do anything wrong while Jeno was firm on the fact that Haechan would be awake if you never placed a foot in that shop in the first place.

You also regretted coming.

“Do you have any- adulterer adult to resolve this? Like a parent or a teacher?” you tried again with a timid voice. Jeno sighed as if annoyed to hear your voice while Jaemin poured some tea for himself and faced you like some sort of kindergarten teacher.

“That’s him.”

You took a few seconds to process.

“He-,” for some reason you felt too shy to pronounce his name, “is your parent?”

Jeno groaned again as if that would be his biggest nightmare and Jaemin laughed. “Not like that, but yes. For how weird it might seem, Haechan is the chaotic parental figure. If there’s something someone should know it’s usually him. If he didn’t foresee this happening, then we’re against-”

“Another parental figure,” Jeno interrupted.

Jaemin’s jovial expression dropped. The gaze he exchanged with Jeno was so intense and full of information that your intestines twirled on themselves.

“Why attack now?” Jaemin asked. You had no idea what was going on.

“He found a weakness,” Jeno replied and looked at you. His eyes weren’t kind.

“I am a weakness? For whom?” you were starting to get mad yourself.

That Tarot dude scared you to death, the other dudes interrogated you, keeping you there, blaming you for whatever happened, without wanting to explain anything, and now they accused you of something else too?

“Don’t answer that,” Haechan cawed.

Jeno moved so fast near the couch that for a moment you thought he teleported.

Maybe he did.

“Fuck man, I thought you were gone for good.”

“You would have liked to see me gone,” Haechan tried to cackle but groaned in pain instead.

Jaemin moved just as quickly and brought Haechan a glass of water. “Can you lift yourself? How are you feeling?”

“Oh,” his eyes were still closed, and he chuckled, “I feel like I’ve been to hell.”

The other men didn’t laugh with him and from their expression, it was as if Haechan literally descended into Hell in the past hour.

When he opened his eyes, his pupils were fixed on you, and you noticed how black they were. His burned hands were still black fading towards the middle of his forearms. You thought he’d leave prints on the glass, but he didn’t.

“Well, I didn’t expect that to happen,” he commented after finishing it. He let the others help him to sit up and when he extended his head back as if the movement caused him great pain you saw the lettering of a silver tattoo on his neck. You had no idea if he had it before. You slowly turned your head to the side to be able to see what was written but Haechan put a palm on it.

“Nosy,” he simply said.

You straightened your back, embarrassed.

“I think she needs to know,” Jaemin said suddenly.

They were talking about you as if you weren’t there. “What do I need to know?”

They ignored you. “I just need to stay away from her,” Haechan opened his eyes and stared at his burned hands with disgust.

“And will you?” Jeno wasn’t impressed.

“Are you joking? After the literal Hell I’ve been through? Of course, I will.”

You didn’t understand anything of what was being said but you somehow felt hurt.

“Okay, I am going home.”

“No, you’re not going anywhere,” Haechan stopped you in your tracks.

“Haechan,” Jeno’s voice was a low warning.

“I can’t let her roam around. Who knows what’s going to happen?” he explained extending his thin fingers.

“You can’t keep her near you. You’re Superman and she’s Kryptonite!” Jaemin added.

“I am a person, and I can hear you talk!” you raised your voice, and all the candles went off.

Jeno’s eyebrows were furrowed when he turned them on in the same instant.

“Was that you?” Haechan asked after a moment of silence. His tone was grave.

You gulped and stepped back. “No.”

They all exchanged a look as if to check if some of them did that instead, and then they looked at you again like some sort of Fates about to decide on your destiny.

“Get her,” Haechan spoke and in the same instant Jeno’s hands were on your arms, materializing in front of you.

Panic washed over you as you tried to escape but he was too strong. “Let me go! What are you doing? Back off!” you screamed.

Jeno’s body flew across the room, landing on the desk and crashing it. Jaemin stepped towards you, but you raised one arm and he got hung against the wall as if an invisible snake kept him in the air by the throat.

You turned around, trying to find a way to run towards the door by avoiding Jeno who was already on his feet and, if possible, even angrier than before. But someone’s shadow obscured your face and you realized you were mere centimetres from Haechan. You didn’t bother to understand how he moved so quickly to be there, but one thing you knew, your touch for him was deadly so just one little-

your body was frozen. You tried to speak but you couldn’t move, not even the tip of your tongue.

“Now,” Haechan sounded exhausted. “There’s no need to be this aggressive. We don’t want to hurt you. Although I see you have no issues hurting us.”

His eyes were even darker than before, accentuated by the black eye circles. He looked like someone who actually just returned from Hell.

“You’re going to get all the information you want but you need to be a good girl and stay here. Is this clear?”

As if he was giving you a choice.

“I’ll take it as a yes although you can’t move. Nice to see you again, miss Slytherin.”

You couldn’t remember when or how you fell asleep, if you did at all, or if they knocked you out instead.

But you woke up in a big white bed and you realized you were wearing soft orange pyjamas with sunflowers on. The shame and anger washed over you at the thought of any of those disgusting men undressing you while you were forcefully unconscious last night.

“I can sense you’re awake,” a voice you grew to find annoying could be heard behind the door. The room was spacious and airy. It was probably some guest room because it didn’t fit any of the dudes’ personalities.

“Can I come in? I have breakfast.”

“As if I have any choices to make,” you mumbled.

The door opened and Haechan walked in with a tray. “You can choose what to eat for breakfast.”

“Kidnapping, assault and battery, psychological abuse, conspiracy-”

“But I also have flaws.”

“Sexual-”

“Hey hey hey, no one did anything sexual,” he interrupted drawing the line at that.

“You changed me of my clothes into this!” you indicated your body. “While I was unconscious! Hell knows what you did to me!”

Haechan sighed and put the tray on the nightstand. Then he snapped his fingers, and you were back in your clothes.

They were dusty and sweaty.

“No one undressed you and no one did anything to you.”

You were still looking down at your body as if not believing you were awake.

Haechan snapped his fingers again and you were wearing a different set of clothes. Then another one.

Then a dress with heels.

Then a fur suit.

“Okay okay okay! I get it!”

Haechan snapped them again and you were back in your fuzzy pyjamas.

“Also, there was no assault, no psychological abuse, no conspiracy.”

“You did kidnap me though.”

Haechan thought about it for a moment turning his head to the side. “I did yes. It’s either kidnapping or me letting you go, but becoming your stalker. Choose.”

“I don’t understand why this is necessary.”

“Listen, I don’t want you here either, but I don’t trust you after what you did to me and-”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“You sent me to Hell.”

“You went there on your own!”

“How do I know you’re conspiring with Mark or not?”

“Who the fuck is Mark? You’re so worked up over a dude named Mark?”

Haechan closed his mouth and after a moment his whole body started to shake. You realized he was laughing.

“I’ve never realized how simple his name was. Doesn’t sound like a villain at all.”

“Well, because maybe he’s the good one and you’re the villain.”

Haechan’s smile disappeared and with it all the warmth in the room.

When he walked in he looked like a normal young man, a boy even. His hair was back to his soft brown curls and his hands weren’t burned up to the elbows anymore.

For a second you forgot what he was capable of or what he did the previous night.

Now he was showing you a little piece of that and you felt your spine shake.

“You’re right. Maybe I am. That’s what everyone says anyway.” Haechan turned around and left the room without adding anything else.

You stared at the breakfast tray feeling a weird sensation of guilt.

The bedroom door was unlocked, you discovered, after taking a shower and debating whether you should trust the food Haechan brought you. But your growling stomach didn’t care so you had to trust that he still needed you alive, and if he had to kill you, he’d do it more interestingly.

You walked towards the corridor slowly, following the string of groans coming from what seemed like some sort of living room. It was almost identical to the room in the shop, and you realized you were probably on the second floor of the same building.

The groans kept going and when you peeked from the corner you were met with Jeno’s bloodshot eyes.

“I will kill you.”

You jumped in place.

“Now now, let’s calm down. It’s not her fault,” Jaemin talked with his kindergarten teacher’s voice and you noticed he was medicating wounds that made Jeno groan like that.

Then you noticed that Jeno was shirtless.

“What happened?”

“I went to see your grandma to make sure she’s not worried about you.”

You were surprised they’d do that.

“But the little grandma was a fucking wolf in disguise,” he added.

Jaemin chuckled. “Literally.”

You walked around to see wolf bites on Jeno’s back. “Oh my god.”

“Yep, a hellhound,” Jaemin explained.

“My grandma is a hellhound?” you felt your head pulsate.

“Of course, she’s not your grandma. You have no grandma because you’re not from this Universe,” Haechan appeared on the stairs.

He was addressing you but he didn’t look at your face once. “It was one of Mark’s henchmen tasked to make you believe you’ve been living a normal life here since birth.”

Haechan walked around Jeno as well and winced. “Why are they not healing?”

“Well, he’s a fucking dog from fucking underground and I’m an angel. My powers are limited.”

“You’re a Demon now. Stop using that word,” Haechan sat on the couch and exhaled as if exhausted. You wondered what he has been up to.

You felt just as exhausted, as if you started to watch a tv show in the middle of the season and you lost very important information. “What the hell are you all talking about? At this point, I think I’m due an explanation.”

Jaemin finished taking care of Jeno’s wide shoulders by the time Haechan finished his tale. You were sitting on the couch, the cup of coffee you were offered still intact and cold on the small table in front of you. Your muscles were stiff and your body paralyzed. This time, it wasn’t because of any of the dark powers those individuals possessed, it was just horror keeping you in place.

Haechan started from the beginning, recounting the time when he was an Angel (no, not the way you imagine, he scolded you when you asked about wings and halos), then he mentioned his departure from the City (that’s a story for another time, he cut it short when you asked what exactly happened), then he casually mentioned how he lived in this Hell Prison for millennials (time doesn’t exist, he rolled his eyes at the way you eyed him like he was some prehistoric grandpa), and finally, he recounted the way this dude, Kim Doyoung, came to his rescue and they signed a contract (contract with the Devil, you commented, and Haechan ignored you) to make him fall in love with his woman, Selene, in all lives possible.

“Well, and what does that have to do with me?” you asked.

“We met in another Universe while I was doing my little task and you’re from there.”

“How is that possible? I have no memory of it.”

“That’s what we’re trying to understand as well,” Jeno got up from his chair and grabbed a silky button-down, groaning a little when he lifted one arm to wear it.

“Do you have any proof of this?” you lifted your chin, surprised you still had a voice to ask questions.

Haechan’s eyes analyzed your features and your courage went missing.

“Your scarf,” he simply said.

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked towards the entrance where your coat and scarf were neatly hanging.

Then you understood.

“HC,” you exhaled and got on your feet to go and grab it. The letters were there on the edge of the red and gold woven material. “This is yours?”

Haechan didn’t confirm nor denied.

“Why do I have it?” you looked at him then at the others. Jaemin and Jeno avoided your gaze. “Were we close friends?”

Jeno cleared his throat and mumbled something about work, heading towards the entrance. Jaemin scratched his forehead and just backed away into the kitchen.

“Haechan?” you hesitated. For some reason, you felt like you had to use “sir” or “mister” when addressing him although you looked roughly the same age.

The young man bit his lower lip then finally let his gaze fall on the scarf and then your face. “We were acquaintances. Same University. We talked before, that’s it.”

Your voice was a whisper but Haechan’s demonic ears were very sensitive. “Then why am I your weakness?”

He got up and passed his hands on the dark jeans.

“Never said you were,” he tried to walk past you but you took a step to the side and blocked him. Your hands, holding the scarf, almost touched his arm and he winced, putting distance between you two.

“Sorry,” you realized.

The fact your touch was deadly to him was making you feel upset.

His story had many holes and you still had too many questions.

Maybe the reading was right. Maybe you did have a task, some research to do.

But was Haechan the lover holding the cup with you, or was he the enemy, the lion, in that story?

“Is this Mark person my lover then?”

Haechan’s eyes became black. He seemed irritated. “How would I know that?”

“Well, I clearly have no memories so you’re my only source of information.”

“Since you’re here to kill me and I can smell his magic all over you, then yes, I guess you two fuck. And maybe you’ve been fucking the whole time and I had no idea,” he replied in a low voice before heading down the stairs. “If you have any more questions don’t ask them.”

“Then what about you?” you raised your voice so he could hear you from downstairs. “Are you my lover?”

Haechan stopped and you watched his back.

“Whatever happened in that Universe doesn’t matter anymore, does it?” he answered then disappeared from your sight.

The place was quiet, safe for a low metallic noise coming from the kitchen. You walked towards the noise expecting someone cooking but instead you were met with Jeno’s dark eyes, shining only when the reflection of the knife he was sharpening would hit his irises. They shifted towards you to give you a single glance. He looked like a butcher.

“Are your wounds better?” you tried to be friendly with that grumpy man.

Jeno sighed. “Yes, thank you.”

You adjusted your posture. He was being an okay person?

You remained both quiet for a few moments, safe from the knife sound.

“If you need to say something, just say it,” he lifted one perfect eyebrow.

In the mess of it all, you’ve never realized how good looking everyone was.

Truly angels.

Or demons.

You inhaled and shifted the weight from one foot to the other.

“Has there been something between me and-” you hesitated, “Haechan?”

The man listened and remained quiet for a moment. He got a sense of deja-vu.

“Oh, we– don’t talk much.”

Jeno looked at you from the corner of his eyes. “Why is that?”

You shrugged. Then you shivered. Apparently, having nude shoulders wasn’t only offensive for the Headmistress but also inconvenient for the autumn cold.

“He stopped talking to me all of sudden.”

“Maybe it’s for the better.”

You looked at Jeno’s chiselled jaw. “Why do you say that?”

“Haechan,” he started, “is not a great man. You should avoid him.”

“Because he’s a Demon?” you mumbled.

“I don’t know,” Jeno simply said. “It’s not important.”

“It is important to me. I have no memories. If you want me to stay here, you need to trust me.”

“Thing is-” Jeno threw the knife across the room. Its blade hit the poster and hung on the other wall exactly in the middle. The man walked towards it and grabbed it, feeling it with his thumb as if not completely satisfied. “-we don’t,” he finished.

“It is not my fault I have a deadly touch.”

“Maybe you’re a spy,” he commented, lifting one leg and putting the foot on the table. His combat boots were huge and the knife slid perfectly inside.

“I am not a spy! I don’t have any memories.”

“If you want to prove yourself, be quiet, and stay away from Haechan. That’s it.”

You hated him.

You hated everyone.

Maybe that Mark dude was right. Maybe he was the hero and everyone here was the enemy.

Maybe you were conspiring against them.

Maybe Mark was your lover.

Maybe you were the spy.

Maybe maybe maybe.

Deep in thought, you didn’t notice Haechan behind your back checking whether Jeno was ready.

“We’re going in five,” his low but melodic voice announced, and you jumped in place.

He was dressed for some kind of hunt too, you noticed - or assassination.

Haechan wasn’t carrying any swords or knives but the shadows curling around his legs told you he didn’t need any physical weapon to kill someone.

“Where are you going?”

“To catch a little bird,” Haechan replied, his back muscles flexing as he warmed up his wrists. Jeno was jacked, but you’ve never noticed how to fit Haechan was as well.

“I’m coming with you,” you crossed your arms on your chest, faking confidence. If they were going to meet Mark, you needed to be there as well. Maybe seeing him would make you gain your memories back or make you understand something about that crazy situation.

If what they were saying was true, you weren’t of that universe, you didn’t have a home or a sweet grandma.

You had nothing to lose.

“No, you’re not.”

“I have magical powers,” you reminded them, the thing still surreal to you. You had no clear idea of how to use them.

Haechan chuckled.

“Mark would probably want to see me,” you tried again.

Haechan’s jaw clenched. His eyes were as sharp as Jeno’s knives when he looked at you, like two dark cuts in that perfectly spectral face.

“This could be a trap,” Jeno’s voice was grave.

“What kind of trap can this be if I don’t even know where you’re going?” you scoffed.

“She has a point,” Haechan shrugged.

You hated how they always talked about you as if you weren’t there.

“Listen, you’re a Demon,” you suddenly said to him. It sounded like an accusation although you didn’t mean it to be. “The Demon. Lucifer Demon.” you added.

“What’s your point? Don’t waste our time.”

“Are you really not capable of– I don’t know, entering my mind and seeing if I am actually conspiring with this Mark dude or not?”

“You’d have a mental block anyway. Mark came in contact with you and sent you here. That is for sure, even if you don’t remember it. The reason why you’d accept to do that-” he interrupted himself, “that’s what we don’t know. And that’s why we don’t trust you.”

“What if I was just trying to find you?” you tried.

Haechan’s eyes shone but he shook his head. “Impossible.”

“Why? If I understood everything correctly, you guys suddenly left my home Universe. Maybe I wanted to find you again.”

Haechan’s mind went back to the last words you told him.

“It’s all your fault. If you knew all of this from the start, you should have just let me go.”

“I don’t think you’d do that,” he simply said and turned around.

You felt powerless.

“Haechan, please. Let me come with you,” you whispered.

The Demon stopped in his tracks and exhaled as if annoyed. Then with a snap of his fingers, you got covered in firm black combat clothes. They were so heavy that you almost fell backwards.

“Just keep up with us if you don’t want to be left behind,” he mumbled, descending the stairs.

Jeno grunted and followed him.

“So, she is a weakness after all, deadly touch or not,” you could hear Jeno comment.

“Shut up.”

Holding Jeno’s hand to travel the space-time wasn’t as unpleasant as you initially thought. No falling and no head spinning. Just close your eyes and open them to a different place.

The unpleasant thing was his reaction though.

Jeno let go of your hand as soon as he could. You could almost see the way he had to force himself to not clean it on his pants.

You wondered if given other circumstances Haechan would have been the one holding it for you.

Your eyes darted to his fingers wrapped in something that reminded you of a sword but it was made of pure shadow instead. Then your pupils focused on the surroundings. It looked like an abandoned warehouse, nothing majestic and Archangel-like.

What if they couldn’t find Mark there?

“But you did find me,” a melodious voice whispered behind you. You screamed and turned around. Haechan tried to move between you two, but Mark was quicker.

One palm cupped your face and the other one slid on your waist. His lips felt warm and soft on yours, slightly ajar to make them fit almost perfectly together.

“Hello, my love. Thank you for bringing them to me,” he smiled.

You didn’t have time to process anything.

Mark - or whomever the person in front of you was - disappeared from your sight, harshly knocked down by Haechan’s thighs, tightly pressing on his throat.

“If you fucking dare to touch her again I will kill you.”

The view was impressionable, and you realized you were shaking.

On the surface they were just two young men, one on his back and Haechan knee on his throat, eyes hidden by the black straight hair you understood by now was his real appearance, and the tattoo on his neck finally fully visible - Donghyuck.

But it was their energy that you could feel, like two black holes about to meet and merge in the most explosive event in history.

“Unleashing your full powers on me, Haechannie? I haven’t seen you like that in so long.” Mark’s clear and calm voice echoed in the warehouse.

Jeno took a step, and you felt his hand lightly push you behind him.

He looked tense.

“And who do we have here? Commander Jeno Lee went to the dark side?”

Mark’s carbon eyes moved from Haechan to the other man. Jeno’s expression didn’t change but you saw the way his forearm’s veins looked more prominent.

Haechan groaned, pushing his knee further into Mark’s throat. “Enough talking. You sent her to kill me, yes or no?”

Mark didn’t look bothered although a choking sound came from his mouth, as if he was letting Haechan do that.

In fact, he grinned, with perfect white teeth, and appeared in a different spot of the warehouse, at a good distance.

Jeno’s arm snaked around you as if he was afraid Mark would take you with him and Haechan just slowly got up on his feet, as if he also let Mark do that.

“Y/N, darling, did I send you to kill Haechan?” Mark looked at you and you eyed his lips, moving slowly around the letters of your name, the same lips that kissed you just moments ago.

Haechan’s gaze was heavy, staring at every glance you and Mark exchanged as if he could read into that.

“I didn’t. You chose to come here and kill him yourself, right?” Mark answered for you.

And what you saw next made you gulp and want to lean on someone, but Jeno took a step away, as if he saw that fragment of memory too and didn’t want to be close to you anymore.

“A tarot shop?”

Mark nodded.

“And he’s there.”

He nodded again.

“How do I reach him?”

Mark extended one hand on the table. You looked at his fingers. The palm was facing up and he had one faint scar in the middle of it.

“Touch me,” he whispered.

“Enough,” Haechan’s voice was loud and deep.

You looked at him and his eyes were bloodshot with hidden rage.

“Unfortunately, I can’t get your memories back because you were the one erasing them but I can show you mine,” Mark spoke to you. “If you don’t remember me at least I hope you can sense what we,” he stopped as if a bit embarrassed, “shared together in the past, my love.”

You felt your throat close. Mark was standing there, chiselled face and perfect posture, his wide eyes looking angelic and the light shining from his essence as he extended his hand towards you calling to you.

Then you looked at Haechan, shadows slowly creeping around his feet and his eyes, sending shivers down your spine.

“You tricked us the whole time,” Jeno growled but Haechan stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“Stop it. Don’t humiliate yourself.”

“You pretended all of that time. You make me sick,” Jeno didn’t stop.

His rage was burning so you took a step back. You had no idea what to think.

Mark appeared near you, but you didn’t know if you should feel any safer.

If what Mark was saying was true, he was your lover and for some reason you forgot, you decided to find Haechan and kill him, thus explaining your killing touch. A

nd from Jeno and Haechan’s reaction you must have become their friend while working in incognito and now they felt betrayed.

It all made sense. It all clicked together.

But for some reason you felt sick.

“Mark,” you whispered, slowly turning towards the Archangel. The tattoo of a pair of wings was shining on his arms in the same ink as the name on his neck.

“Yes?” he grabbed your hands with both of his and you let him do that, staring at the perfect nails for a moment.

“If you’re a good angel, why do you collaborate with hellhounds?” you simply asked, your fingers grabbing his palms tightly and making him wince in pain.

“Now!” you yelled.

Haechan appeared behind his back and grabbing his throat they disappeared together from your sight.

Your knees felt wobble and you sunk on them. Whatever magic trick you’ve done to Mark it took all energy from your body.

“Where are they?” you wondered. “You need to follow.”

Jeno took a few steps forward, eyes staring away as if ready to see them appear back anytime soon. “Haechan would kill me if I leave you alone and vulnerable. He can handle it alone.”

A cold sensation wrapped you. “They’re going to kill each other.”

“That’s the goal, yes.”

“Why? Why do they hate each other that much?”

“That’s a tale Haechan has to tell. I’m not sure of the reasoning myself,” he replied then turned to face you, eyeing you sitting down on the freezing and dusty warehouse floor. “Why did you help us?”

“I didn’t help you.”

“You didn’t go with Mark.”

“I don’t trust him. And no, I don’t trust you two either. I don’t trust anyone. I will not trust any of you. I helped myself.”

Jeno’s inquisitory gaze danced on you and his jaw flinched as if thinking whether that was another trick of yours or not.

“I got involved in something that has nothing to do with me,” you continued, a burning rage finally warming your body. “And that dude Mark is lying.”

“How do you know?”

You gulped, staring at your shaking hands, resting on your knees. “I don’t know. I can feel it.”

“You’re a Slytherin,” Haechan’s rough voice made you jump in place. “You people can sense lies.”

He appeared a few steps away from where he disappeared.

“Are you okay?” you couldn’t help but ask, swiftly getting on your feet.

Haechan walked the distance and grabbed Jeno’s hand. The latter’s eyes unfocused as if he was downloading information then he nodded and disappeared.

“Don’t ask me questions as if you care,” his breath was heavy, and he unclasped the hard outwear to reveal the white t-shirt he was wearing underneath.

He lifted it.

Silver shadows were tangled around his torso, on his skin, and he groaned as if they were painful.

You didn’t notice when Jaemin came around, his hands on your back making you yelp.

“Take her home. I can’t touch her,” was the last thing Haechan said before you saw the darkness.

When you opened your eyes you were on the couch of that same apartment, familiar voices discussing in the background.

For a moment you wondered if everything you’ve been through has been a dream and if those voices were your family you couldn’t exactly remember because of the hazy of the dream.

But when you opened your eyes, reality crashed back on you.

“...lost him after that. Sent a few of them to Hell,” Jeno was narrating, sitting tall on a chair with crossed arms on his chest.

Haechan was mirroring him, sitting backwards on another chair, a tired Jaemin working on something on the Demon’s back.

The silver strips.

“Thank you, man,” Haechan murmured and Jaemin winked at him.

“What were they?” you asked, sitting up and feeling your head heavy.

Jaemin grabbed the strips he presumably took from Haechan’s body and sighed. “Angelic snakes or some weird stuff like that.”

You grimaced as Jaemin went outside to probably get rid of them.

“Why that face? You’re a Slytherin. Snakes are your thing,” Jeno commented.

You understood by now that everything they said made no sense to you.

“Where is Mark?” you asked instead.

The two men exchanged a look. “He escaped,” Haechan was the one to reply.

You took in the information.

“I guess you’re delighted I didn’t kill your lover,” he added.

“He is not my lover,” you replied back, still unsure of the dynamics. Haechan’s gaze was grave, and you felt unable to look away. Jeno sensed you two would get into a serious talk and wisely decided to walk outside the room in silence. The air felt thick and heavy afterwards.

“Can you just-,” you started, “can you do what Mark did? Show me some of your memories?”

Haechan looked away and grabbed his t-shirt, wearing it quickly. “What memories?” he asked.

“Of us.”

“None of them are exciting,” he replied as if wanting to end the conversation there.

You stood on your feet and walked the distance towards the chair Jeno abandoned.

“You said we were acquaintances. Mere colleagues in University. Yet you reacted like my betrayal, or whatever the hell I supposedly did to you, could almost kill you.” Haechan scoffed. “I didn’t react that dramatically.”

You didn’t say anything else, your gaze connected with his in a silent order as you sat down in front of him.

The young man sighed and you didn’t see him anymore.

You saw yourself in a uniform, a loose green tie around your neck. You were in Haechan’s body, staring at his memories from his point of view. Haechan jolted at the sudden foot hitting his ankle.

“If you don’t stop being so fucking creepy to women I’ll make you stop with my own hands,” you said.

Then the scene changed. Haechan swiftly put one hand on your nape and the other on your mouth in a mortal clasp. "That’s not something the whole campus needs to know, now, what do you think?" His whisper was so close that you smelled the sweet chewing gum on his tongue.

Then another day, you were writing in his hand because he took away your voice. “Oh my God, stop or people are going to think you’re into me,” he giggled teasingly. You let his hand suddenly fall and looked around scandalized. You could see the way you were flustered.

Then another. You were leaning on a wall, with Haechan in front of you. “Are you nervous?” he asked genuinely, gaze dropping to your chest as if he could actually see your heart through your flesh. You inhaled scandalized and covered your breasts with your arms.

Then other scenes, going quickly.

A peck in a corridor, then a full-blown kiss.

The feeling of his lips.

His hands on you.

His deep voice.

“So are you into demons? That’s why you’re into me?”

His thumb circling your back.

You sitting in his lap. His body pressed against you. A room filled with water, both wet, making out, his mouth on your bare breasts, your moans, his fingers inside of you, you palm swiftly around his-

“Okay enough!” you got on your feet.

You were panting and you could feel your body on fire. You brought a hand to your throat as if it could help you swallow the sudden lump.

You walked away from him, taking a few steps, but then you stopped, unsure of what to do with yourself.

“It’s okay. Don’t panic,” Haechan’s low voice was surprisingly sweet.

You eyed him for a moment. He didn’t look bothered like you, safe for the shining eyes and the nervous fingers pulling at a single thread of his shirt.

“How do I know this is the truth?” your voice was a whisper.

When you asked him to show you his memories you somehow didn’t expect you two to have been that… intimate.

“You said you know when people lie. What do you think? You think I’m lying?”

Your rational side was screaming at you to say yes, to run away from Haechan and his shadows, but your gut was pushing you towards him instead.

You didn’t know whom to trust.

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t know if you’re lying either,” he replied. “I don’t trust you. And now you know why your betrayal,” he paused as if unsure of what words to use, “was so surprising.”

“I don’t trust myself either,” you sat on the couch, away from him. “I don’t know. I don’t know if I’m a spy or not. I don’t know if I originally decided to kill you or not. I don’t know if I’ve always lied to you even when we-” you interrupted yourself and gulped, the flashes of his mouth on you making you dizzy. “So you’re doing well. Don’t trust me. Because I don’t know anything.”

The silence felt heavy and you could see the same inner fight inside of Haechan as well.

“Why did you stay with us?” Haechan looked young and vulnerable in his chair.

He looked the most human you’ve ever seen him.

“Do I have a choice?”

“You could have gone with him.”

“I don’t even know him.”

“Do you know me?”

You bit your lip. “Somehow I think I do.”

Haechan’s eyes felt almost warm and the setting sun made his skin lit up like honey.

How could Demons look like that?

You had no idea how you were looking at him but he suddenly sat up and turned around, one hand in his fluffy - and now back to brown - curls. “Ah, you’re fucking with my brain,” he mumbled.

You closed your eyes and sighed. “I am not.”

Haechan chuckled dryly. “For being a hag of a dark entity you’d think I would be more capable of not being manipulated. The human world always messes up with me,” he added the last phrase quietly, almost to himself only.

“I am not manipulating you. Since I’ve met you, in this world,” you precised, “I’ve done nothing but be truthful with you. I have no memories so of course I have no idea of my previous intentions and I don’t know if I am here now to look for you because I love you and you abandoned me or to kill you. Maybe both.”

Haechan’s eyes lit up at your words and he looked at you over his shoulder first.

Then he walked the distance so quickly that you inhaled and took small steps behind until hitting the couch with your calves.

“I will be delusional for a moment and believe Mark looked for you after I,” he gulped, “left, and you were angry at me enough to start working with him and come and kill me.” His voice was an intimidating whisper and you couldn’t help but feel the tension in all of your muscles. He has never been this close.

You could feel his warm breath on your face and the scent of his cologne. Your thigh muscles started to shake and you didn’t know if it was because of the effort of staying away from him, fear, anger, or-

“Would that make sense?” he continued. If he noticed your reaction his face didn’t communicate it.

“Why not?”

“Would your love turn into hate this quickly? Or maybe there wasn’t any love there in the first place and all of this time you’ve just been fucking that son of a bitch while playing me. Which one makes more sense?”

“You want me to hate you so badly,” you lifted your chin. Your thigh muscle stopped shaking and you leaned in.

Haechan flinched but he didn’t move away.

“You want me to look you in the eyes and scream that I hate you and I want you dead because it would make things for you easier, right? Why aren’t you honest with yourself?”

Haechan inhaled then scoffed. “You want honesty? What do you want me to say? That I’m happy to see you? That I hoped you actually came to find me? That it kills me to not be able to touch you because I might go to hell while that jerk can kiss you? That I might go insane anytime soon and actually touch you even if that means I’d go to the damned hell and take this whole shitty world with me? Fuck,” he turned around and you could only stare at his back getting farther away as he walked towards his chair, his shoulder blades moving up and down following his heavy breath.

You put a hand to your chest, feeling your own breath just as quickly.

“You already know about my touch. What else would have I prepared for your downfall? Nothing. I have nothing on you. You can trust me now.��

“You destabilize me. I am on a mission. I have a task and you’re here and all I think about is you. This is what you have on me.”

“This is also why you left, right? Your grand mission. Much more important than anything else. Much more important than me.”

Haechan didn’t say anything.

“Okay, I’ll leave you alone.”

“You can’t go anywhere,” he turned around.

“I’m not welcome here.”

“He’ll get to you.”

“Let him come.”

“Y/N.”

“Haechan.”

His name took you both by surprise.

“What do you want me to do then? Lock myself in a room forever so I don’t bother you and your task? I can’t be here, I can’t go away. What do you want me to do?”

“Just stay here. I’m not a piss boy. I can handle your presence,” he finally murmured. “And you can come in now,” he said louder.

Jeno and Jaemin awkwardly entered the living room.

“Thank God, I was starving and the fridge is on the other side of this fucking house.”

You didn’t sleep much at night.

The conversation you had with Haechan kept replying in your head.

His words, his feelings, his eyes, the scenes he played out for you.

You felt exhausted.

So much happened in the past couple of days that you felt like a brand new person.

You learned a lot but you didn’t gain any memories. They were tales told to you but you couldn’t find them in your brain or heart.

Was Haechan truly the one he said he was? Was Mark setting you up? Why did he pretend he was your lover then? Why did he kiss you? So many questions and infinite possibilities.

What if Haechan was right? What if you’ve always been on Mark’s side and you tricked him? But what if you actually fell in love? Or what if you were just looking for him? What if Mark was tricking you all?

You huffed and rolled on one side. Why didn’t Haechan bring you with him? Why did he leave you? You exhaled. You rolled on the other side.

“Stop huffing and moving. I can’t fall asleep.”

You opened your eyes in shock.

“What?” you thought.

“I said-”

You sat up. “Why are you in my brain?”

Haechan’s roll of eyes could be almost heard through the walls. “We’ve done this before. It’s called talking telepathically.”

“How is this possible?”

“I’m a Demon.”

“And me?”

“I don’t know. Technically you shouldn’t be able to reply back. Mark must have given you some sick powers while you two were fucking.”

You let yourself fall down on the pillows and crossed your arms on your chest.

“Again with this story. We’re not fucking.”

“You wouldn’t know that.”

“I’m not a cheater,” you were growing irritated.

“We have never dated. I wouldn’t blame you for it.”

“The thought pisses me off.”

Haechan didn’t reply but you could sense he was amused and pleased. You didn’t like that he infiltrated your head but a heaviness in your chest disappeared after seeing him in a good mood.

“How did you get into my head?” you asked again.

“You don’t have any blocks. Thought you did.”

“Does it mean you can look and see if I am lying or not?”

“I’d need to touch you for that.”

Right.

“Can Jeno do it?”

“No.”

“I thought he was also a Demon with your same powers.”

“He’s capable of doing it. But I will not allow it.”

“Why not?”

Haechan hesitated. “It’s very invasive.”

“Is it dangerous for me?”

“I’m not letting Jeno Lee see the depths of you.”

Oh.

“Alright,” you thought. “I will try to fall asleep so your demonic ass and your superhuman hearing can also rest.”

You expected Haechan to chuckle or at least reply with a grunt but whatever mind connection there was it disappeared.

You sighed and turned around again, fluffing the pillow with one hand. But the moment you closed your eyes you heard his voice in your head, low and warm but clear.

“I am sorry for abandoning you.”

You opened your eyes.

Haechan continued. “I thought I was making the right choice. You said you didn’t want to do anything with me anymore. I thought we were over.”

You didn’t know what to reply to.

“If I don’t complete this fucking important mission as you call it, I will vanish.”

“Why can’t both things coexist?” you asked.

“You’re human,” he simply said. “I thought you’d live a good life without me. I erased your memories. I don’t understand-” he interrupted himself and you didn’t know why. You felt a sudden lump in your throat and you didn’t know if it were you or you were just sensing his emotions. “-I don’t understand how you got here. This is why I don’t believe you came to look for me. Because you couldn’t have remembered me in the first place.”

You felt tears prickle your eyes.

“This is the moment to tell me the truth, please, Y/N. Maybe you enjoy torturing me but it’s too late to keep playing. Just tell me the truth.”

“I swear-” you started, “I have no idea. I wish I could tell you.”

No thought came from Haechan for a moment then he said a single “Alright.”

“Haechan?”

“Yes.”

“In the warehouse,” you started. “Right before Mark appeared, I had a thought.”

Haechan waited.

“I thought what if we can’t find him there. And the first thing he said-”

“But you found me,” Haechan completed the thought for you. “I don’t know if he can read your mind or whatever Archangels ended up being able to master all of this time I’ve been away. But it could also mean you might have a connection with him.”

“What kind of connection?”

“The spell you have on yourself. Your deadly touch. He obviously put that on you. I don’t know if by force or if you accepted it willingly. But it might explain things.”

“Do you think he can- listen now?”

“Maybe.”

“Doesn’t that scare you?”

“He can listen either way. And if you keep thinking about me maybe it will piss him off.”

You lifted one eyebrow, the flirty reply to your serious concern making you scoff.

Haechan didn’t say anything else but you could still sense his presence. It was weirdly comforting and it lulled you to sleep.

In the morning you discovered Jeno and Jaemin were on their missions to bring the famous Doyoung and Selene together. You didn’t even know them, but they were kind of pissing you off. The fact they needed a Demon to bring them together instead of actually working on it themselves was also ridiculous.

Haechan was downstairs, sitting down at his Tarot desk and staring into a glass globe.

“Are you actually spying on them? Like a stalker?”

The young man chuckled as you walked behind his back.

“That can’t be legal,” you added and sat down on the other chair in front of him.

Haechan lifted his eyes under his soft fringe and a mischievous twinkle sparkled in them.

“I am an evil Demon,” he reminded you.

You took a sip out of your coffee and sighed. “Well, I guess this is the least evil thing you’ve done off of your list of crimes.”

Haechan passed one hand on the ball and the images disappeared.

“Does that thing really work or is it your demonic power?”

“Just my demonic power,” he smiled.

“The tarots too?”

Haechan looked at the pile of cards with fondness. “Yeah. They’re just paper.”

“So did you choose the cards on purpose for me to pick?” you felt amused but betrayed.

“Actually,” he was still staring at the cards, “I didn’t.”

You looked at them too. “May I?” you asked and Haechan gave you a single nod.

The cards were luscious in your hands and felt expensive. You stared at the images on them.

“You said I had a task.”

Haechan’s eyes were on your fingers, unsuccessfully trying to shuffle them.

“I could feel that. Everything I said during the reading is true. You have a task and I wanted to see what it was about in your head, but-”

Your mind went back to his scream and the way he plopped on the floor as he touched your hand.

“Do you still think I am here to kill you and that I work with Mark?”

Haechan shrugged. “At this point I don’t know if I care.”

That stung your heart.

“What happens when you’re done with this Universe?”

“I move to another. And another. And another.”

You took a card from the pile and turned it towards you. Two of cups.

Haechan’s eyes fell on it too.

“And what about me? Are you going to take me with you so you’re not living in fear of me randomly attacking you or will you bring me back to my old Universe and erase my memories the way you did it once?”

The card had two people on it, both with a cup in their hands. Above them was a lion with angel wings. Below it was a caduceus - the medical symbol with two snakes.

“I still don’t know,” was Haechan’s answer.

“What does this card mean?” you lifted your gaze to realize Haechan was already looking at you, chin resting on his fingers. The sun was shining brightly, the last rays of the sun for that year, and his eyes looked like fudge. If you didn’t know better you’d think he was about to lean in and kiss you.

“Union,” he started. “Attraction. Love.”

You gulped and broke eye contact to stare at the card again.

“Longing for someone,” he continued. “Healing broken ties. Being drawn to someone.”

You felt difficulty breathing.

“Discovering a feeling is mutual,” he finished in a whisper.

You dared to look up again and regretted it. The sensation of him caressing you with his mind crept into your body.

“Don’t do this.”

“I’m not doing anything,” he replied.

“You’re doing something right now. My body feels-” you interrupted yourself feeling very ashamed.

Haechan smiled. “That’s called being turned on.”

“Well, stop turning me on with your demonic powers then.”

“That’s just human,” he explained.

You wanted to get up and run away but your knees felt weak. But if you stayed there you were afraid you would end up touching him. His hand was on the desk, mere centimetres away from you.

“I am dangerous for you. Please go away,” you almost mewled.

“Mark really has a hidden sense of humour,” Haechan exhaled, stretching his arms back and sliding his chair away from the table. It looked as if it took him a huge amount of effort to do that.

“He doesn’t want me dead. He wants to torture me,” he added, eyes staring at the ceiling.

“Can I ask what he is for you?” You felt better to have Haechan at a healthy distance and the air started to flow normally in your lungs.

“I don’t even know,” the Demon murmured. “We used to be friends. Then he betrayed me. In his perspective, I betrayed him, so I am not sure of the current dynamics.”

You remained quiet.

Haechan’s adam’s apple moved up and down in his throat and you realized you were staring at his silky skin when his gaze connected with yours instead.

“I don’t think I could ever have any desire to kill you,” you found yourself murmuring.

The young man’s lips stretched in a little smile. His dark and lazy expression felt like burning your face and at that point you had no idea if it was his demon powers or just human emotion as he said.

“I am glad,” he replied.

“I really wish you could trust me. I can help you.”

Haechan got up, the tarot cards still spread in front of him. He dragged his fingers on top of them when a card flipped out. It was the Knight of Swords.

“How?” he asked although his furrowed eyebrows gave him the air of already knowing the answer.

You got up as well. “I can spy for you.”

He shook his head before you could finish.

“Haechan-”

“No. I can’t bear the thought of you with him.”

You closed your mouth. His silver tattoo was slowly appearing on his neck and the way his hair darkened all of a sudden gave you the impression that he was losing control.

You really wished you could touch him.

“Aren’t you curious as to why I am here? How I got here? In another universe? Why I am still me and not my counterpart?”

“Yes, but you will not do anything about it. I’ll take care of it.”

“Haechan,” you took a few steps towards him. The man turned around.

“Stop saying my name like that,” he sounded pained.

His back was right in front of you, wide in his black t-shirt. You didn’t notice the tattoo he had on it, peeking a bit from under his collar to his nape. You wondered how the design looked like and why he concealed it before - what that meant for him.

“I can almost feel your gaze on me,” he whispered.

“What happened when I touched you? Was it painful? Was it really hell?”

Haechan didn’t reply for a few moments, and you bit your lower lips. Perhaps you shouldn’t have asked.

“You don’t have to know,” he turned around slowly. His scent engulfed you in the movement and you felt your throat close.

Maybe you looked at each other for too long. Or maybe you were imperceptibly getting too close, but he inhaled.

“We can’t,” he added with the same tone. You didn’t know what expression you had on to make him say that, but you knew what he was talking about.

“I know,” you whispered. “I know,” you repeated, rubbing your knuckles on one temple. But you couldn’t move away. “Fuck.”

You turned back your seat and exhaled.

Haechan was motionless in the same spot.

“What does the Knight of Swords mean?” you asked, eyeing the flipped card. You desperately needed to think about something else.

The young man turned around the chair and sat on it with his chin resting on his folded arms.

“Action,” he simply replied.

You smiled. “That’s it?”

Haechan’s expression relaxed. He hummed. “Do I look like an actual Tarot Reader to you?”

You chuckled. “To be honest, not at all. When I first arrived here I was expecting some old lady or something.”

Before you could add something else an older lady was sitting in Haechan’s place and you suppressed a little scream.

“Oh my God. Can you actually do that?” you put one hand to your mouth.

The lady chuckled slowly. “Cool, huh?”

“Okay okay, go back, please. This is creeping me out.”

Haechan’s features appeared back on the woman’s face, and he was there again. You looked at each other for a longer moment and you forced yourself too look away.

“Is there any fun reading I can get? I’m sick of future and predictions.”

Haechan hummed. “There is one.”

You stared at his ring then at his wristwatch, not wanting to risk looking him in the eyes again.

“What is it?”

“Would you be interested in knowing your sexual energy?”

You rolled your eyes with a scoff. “You’re going to make it all up on the spot, aren’t you?”

Haechan’s little smirk was daring. “Try it out and don’t blame me if it’s too accurate.”

You exhaled and stared down at the spread.

You grabbed a random card and turned it around.

“Chariot is self-restraint. Quiet alone time. Might indicate edging or masturbation.”

You gulped. “You can’t possibly know all that from a card, can you?”

Haechan chuckled and shrugged.

“Do you want another card?”

You inhaled and bit your lower lip. You wanted to prove him wrong. With a decisive movement you flipped another card and watched the way Haechan stared at it. It was the Devil. You lifted your chin.

“Now don’t tell me I’m into chains and stuff because it’s drawn on it.”

Haechan’s eyes shone under his eyelashes. “No. This is Temptation. You want something very badly although you know it’s bad for you. It’s about wants, desires, lust, carnality, senses, pleasure and all things erotic-”

“Alright!” you stopped him.

Haechan licked his lower lip as if enjoying himself way too much. “The object of desire can be some kind of forbidden love, or-” he stopped.

You waited.

“It’s the Devil card. Maybe you really desire, I don’t know, some kind of Demon,” he concluded and you huffed when you realized where he was going with that. You grabbed the card and threw it at him. He caught it with his perfect teeth and laughed.

“You’re playing with me right now.”

“I am being truthful. Pick another card.”

You inhaled and exhaled, trying to calm your nerves. The last card was the Queen of Wands. It looked innocuous and you wondered what story Haechan will make about it.

“Mmm,” he hummed pleased. He grabbed it and turned it towards you, keeping it in front of his face. “Making me blush,” he murmured.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What does it mean?”

“This is someone who is shy.”

“I am not shy,” you tried to argue although your knees were starting to shake.

“Then,” he thought about it for a moment, “modest. Takes a while to relax.”

You gulped. His eyes looked feline and his voice sounded lower and smoother.

“The virginity card,” he continued.

You opened your mouth to speak but you stopped. Haechan waited.

“I have-,” you started then stopped again. “I don’t know if-”

Your eyes searched for his as if he could have any information. Haechan’s cheeks bloomed with a very faint shade of red that you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t that close to him.

“Last time I personally checked you were still a virgin, if that’s what you wanted to know,” he gave you the answer. “It doesn’t matter though. This card talks about wanting something pure, not necessarily the literal meaning. The sensation of doing it for the first time. Being taken care of,” he added.

“Have we never-” you tried to speak again but couldn’t finish.

“Virginity is a construct, it doesn’t exist.”

You closed your eyes for a moment. “I know I know. Just- I just want to know what-”

“We never had penetrative sex, no,” he concluded.

You wanted to hide at the choice of words. He chuckled.

“Next card?” he offered.

“I don’t think I want to do this anymore,” you rubbed your cheeks with the back of your hand to cool them down. But the little smile on his face and the intimate moment made you enjoy his company and you didn’t want it to end. So you flipped yet another one.

Nine of wands.

Your gazes met again after staring at the piece of paper.

His lips looked plump when they moved to speak. The sun setting made the room dark and the few candles just accentuated Haechan’s jaw and the shadows on his chiselled face.

“It means - keep going,” he murmured, “don’t stop, again, I can’t take this anymore, please.”

The air felt heavy and you desperately wanted to walk away and get a breath of fresh air, but for some reason your brain was telling you the only way to breathe properly was by kissing Haechan’s lips.

The sound that escaped his mouth was almost a plea, as you got up and placed both of your palms on the desk right in front of him. He lifted his face to see you. His eyes were begging and you didn’t know what for.

“Tell me to stop,” you whispered. “Tell me to stop and I will,” you leaned down and Haechan’s soft fringe moved gently under your shaky breath.

He gulped and the view of his desperate expression made you almost whine. “I don’t think I can take this anymore, please just-”

You couldn’t finish the phrase. Haechan’s lips on yours felt better than you could have ever imagined and his hands grabbing at each side of your face, pulling you towards him made you melt in his touch. For a moment or many, you couldn’t think. You weren’t brain anymore or conscience. You were just lips and skin, just lungs to breathe in his scent.

But then he wasn’t there anymore. The abrupt separation made you exhale and you opened your eyes.

But Haechan didn’t disappear. He was in front of you, eyes wide open and shining, surprised as you.

You were probably mirroring his expression. “Are you okay?” you tried to speak.

You lifted one hand to place it on his face as if not believing he was there, and he closed his eyes, letting his head rest better in it. “I am okay,” he whispered. Then he placed his own hand on top of yours, sliding his face to kiss your palm. Then he kissed it again. And again. Then he pulled you closer, getting up so fast you didn’t make sense of how he made you sit on the desk getting so close that the only thing you could do was wrap your arms around his neck and let him guide the kiss the way he wished. It was only when he started to adventure on your jaw instead, going around it to reach the soft spot under your ear that you managed to breathe out.

“What about-” your fingers dug into his shirt, gathering the material underneath them, “the curse? The touch?”

Haechan ignored you, peppering wet kisses all over your throat, making your breath quiver and your legs tighten around his hips.

Your hands moved from his hard shoulders to his hair, finally sliding your fingers into the thickness of it, feeling how soft it was. Every touch on your skin felt like burning and you didn’t know if it was good or bad but it felt so nice you didn’t want him to stop.

“Haechan,” you moaned when he slid his thumbs on top of your bust, pulling down your shirt for a moment and the bra with it. His hands went to your spine, supporting you and pushing his face against your breasts, making you throw your head back. The view made him grunt and he came back to the base of your throat, sucking on the tender skin until it stung, and wetting the spots with his tongue. That tongue then slid into your mouth again, both whining into each other’s mouths, too hungry for touch to let yourselves breathe properly.

“You look like you’re in pain. Are you sure you’re okay?” you managed to talk again as he rested his forehead on yours for a moment.

“I am in pain because I feel like I’m going to cum in my fucking pants any moment now,” his eyes twinkled and your thighs twitched under his fingertips, gently going up and down on top of your jeans. “I don’t know why I am still here and not getting tortured somewhere underground right now but I want to make the most of it if perhaps I need to go soon.”

The implication of that made your skin shiver. You didn’t know if you wanted to know what the most of it meant.

“Are you scared?” he murmured against your ear. “You can tell me to stop and I will,” he repeated the same thing you told him. But just like him, you remained quiet.

“Please take care of me,” you only whispered and Haechan’s eyes never got that dark, not even when he saw Mark.

He could have snapped his fingers and gotten rid of your clothes, but instead he took his time, slowly sliding his fingers underneath your soft sweater, feeling the warm skin of your stomach, fondling your body until getting it off completely, all while his tongue never stopped swirling with yours.

The circles he drew on your back going to unclasp your bra could have been some ancient language that only expressed love because you couldn’t have imagined that kind of touch to mean anything else.

And when the fabric of the clothes touched the ground and you were naked in his arms he finally let your lips go, breathing heavily against them, and slid his t-shirt off by the collar, piling the indument on top of yours. His chest against you made you whine and grab at his toned body.

He was hot at the touch and his scent made you nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck to get more, while his quick but delicate hands reached the button of your jeans.

“Lift your hips for me, baby,” he murmured against the crown of your head and you did as he asked, supporting yourself on his shoulders.

He pulled at your bottoms, sliding them down your thighs, his gaze never leaving yours for a moment.

Your chest brushed against his nose and he reached down, peppering kisses all over your cleavage. You mewled when he let go to get rid of your jeans and you inhaled deeply, holding tight on the edge of the desk when he dropped on his knees to free your ankles off the fabric and started to gently kiss them. He came up your legs, accompanying his soft trails with his hands, feeling your body until reaching the softness of your thighs.

You imperceptibly tightened them and his eyes darted towards you. It was a silent command and you felt like covering your face with your hands as you opened wider for him.

“Good girl,” his breath was hot and the sound of his voice vibrated along your skin getting you goosebumps. Your body was flinching at every touch and the closer he got the faster your chest rose and fell, until you couldn’t take it anymore and just moaned his name, pushing your hips against his face. You heard him chuckle and he didn’t waste any time. The feeling of his tongue on your clothed clit made you gasp and you pushed his hair off his forehead.

“Can I mess up your hair?” you murmured.

“You can do whatever you want to me,” he replied, his husky voice travelling down your core and making your spine curve.

You got it now. Everything Haechan showed you from his memories was true. The heaviness of his feelings, the desire, the fear, the passion, it was all real.

You couldn’t imagine not being his lover. While you were there, spread for him and at his mercy, you couldn’t imagine not being on his side, not falling in love with him.

The little tug at your panties made you focus your thoughts back on him.

“Are you perhaps getting bored, gorgeous?” he clicked his tongue.

You felt like laughing and shaking your head.

“I’m just thinking-” you started but the way your panties were slowly descending down your thighs and knees while Haechan wasn’t touching them made you interrupt yourself.

“Yeah?” he kissed the inner thigh and you shivered, the thought of him seeing every centimetre of you from his position making you unable to focus anymore.

“I was thinking that I am sure of it,” you repeated.

Haechan’s soft and plump lips made their way further between your legs and you closed your eyes for a moment all breathy.

“Sure of what, darling?”

“That you’re my lover and I am definitely not here to kill you,” you explained with a certain difficulty.

Haechan stopped right above your sweet spot and you had to bite your lower lip, the anticipation making you lose your mind.

“A little kiss made you sure of it?” his eyes were dark but amused.

He looked breathtaking.

“You know it’s not just because of a little kiss.”

Haechan’s breath was hot and tingly on your sensitivity. “I know,” he replied and didn’t give you any time to adjust as he gave you a slow and deep lick on your clit making you gasp loudly.

He hummed pleased at the reaction and he repeated it, again and again until he was satisfied with the sounds you were making. Then he went lower, dipping his tongue inside of you, making you grab at his hair.

“Oh my God,” you whimpered and you heard the buzz of his laugh at your word choice.

Your thighs got closer as he increased the speed and you noticed the red tint of his ears pressed against your skin.

It made your chest bloom with affection and it just increased the shivers on your spine as he kitty licked and sucked on you, the hums against you sounding more and more hungry.

His hands felt wide on your ass as he pulled you even closer to his mouth and you had to support yourself on his shoulders.

“Please,” you started to chant at the way he flicked his tongue.

His jaw flinched and the moment he directed his gaze on you, two deep cuts under his messy hair, your whole body trembled in his arms.

He lifted his hands and you intertwined your fingers with his as with a last suck you came against his tongue. His name was on your lips like a mantra, laced with swears that to Haechan’s ears sounded like the most divine compliments. His warm mouth was still on you when your breath started to slow down and the little licks he’d give your pulsating pussy made your whole body jolt in spasms.

“Enough, please,” you mewled at the overstimulation and Haechan listened, peppering kisses on your stomach instead, going up to gently bite the underside of your breasts, sucking on the spot, before giving your hard nipples a cheeky lick.

You hummed, brain still mush from the high, but body already reacting to Haechan’s touch. He didn’t stop this time, letting you feel his wet and hot tongue, sucking on one bud then another, diligently.

Your legs wrapped around his waist and you let him slowly push you on the desk until your back was resting on top of the Tarot spread. With the corner of your eyes you saw the Devil card and you wondered if it was alright for you to get fucked on it.

As if reading your mind Haechan murmured against your neck. “As much as I’d love to take you on this same desk you need to be loved properly on my bed instead.”

His voice was so husky and deep that you felt yourself getting wet again and the way the stubble on his chin felt rubbing against your throat just stirred you even more.

“I am not against you taking me on this desk,” you slid your palms on his face and brought it to yours, kissing him slowly.

“That’s going to be for the next time, when I can bend you over it,” he replied against your lips and before you could realize it, your back hit a mattress instead and Haechan’s weight on top of you felt overwhelmingly good. His scent was all around you, his pillows, his room, the sheets you had to grab onto as you felt his delicate fingers dipping inside of you.

The wet sound felt even dirtier in the dim lights of his bedroom, the deep silence interrupted only by the slow pumping and his mouth on your chest.

His name came back on your lips and you found yourself spread even more for him to reach deeper inside of you. Like a switch, he found your sweetest spot and your body seized up, curling your toes in the air.

“There it is. I didn’t forget it,” his amused whisper lingered on your lips, mixed with his moaned name. He curled his fingers so deliciously, hitting the same spot repeatedly as fast as your quick breath.

“I am going to cum, I am going to-” your quickening voice announces and Haechan hummed deeply.

“Yeah? Cum for me again, baby, let go.”

“Fuck,” you dug your nails into his body and the last thing you saw was his veiny forearm stilling between your legs as you pushed your head into the pillows.

“Good good girl,” Haechan’s voice brought you back from the radio silence your brain threw you in. “You need to relax a bit so I can get my hand back,” he added with a light chuckle and you realized his fingers were still buried deep inside of you as you clenched around them.

You tried to catch your breath and focus your gaze on him. Not once in your life you’ve felt that inebriated.

And when you felt his wet fingers on your lips you just opened your mouth and sucked on them slowly with a hum, letting your tongue on the underside of them.

Haechan inhaled. “I know you’re so fucking dirty. I just want to discover it little by little,” he leaned against your ear, sliding his fingers off your mouth. You let them go with a plop and gulped as he dragged that wet hand on his lower stomach, putting a little show for you as he reached his cock and lazily stroked it. He groaned softly and the small fuck that escaped your mouth at the view made him lean back down, resting his wide hand near your pillow and making you watch the way he aligned himself to your needy pussy and softly pushed inside.

You pressed your face against his forearm at the sensation, grabbing at his bicep and he exhaled.

“God,” he murmured, “you’re perfect.”

You whined again, feeling stretched and full and he searched for your eyes after stopping moving. “Are you okay?”

He rubbed your face with one hand and kissed your cheek, then your temple. You let out a faint yes and wrapped his neck with your arms, pulling him into a deep kiss. You felt him growing inside of you a bit more and the thought of feeling him all made you clench.

“You can move,” you whispered against his lips and he gave you another small kiss before gently pushing his hips forward. The first thrust was smooth and it made you open your mouth to breathe better, the second made you curl your toes and the third, deeper, made you roll your eyes back.

“Demon or not you’re going to make me nut so fucking quickly,” Haechan’s voice was breathy.

“You can cum wherever you want to,” you entangled your fingers in his hair. The man rubbed his face in the crook of your neck.

“You can’t say stuff like that to me or I’ll break you,” he replied and as a demonstration his hips snapped and you gasped at the way he managed to bottom out.

“Does it hurt?” he murmured and you shook your head unable to speak. “Does it feel good?” he tried with a little smirk and you nodded, wrapping your legs tightly around his hips.

“Fuck, baby,” Haechan thrust once, then twice, until the wet sound got drowned by the skin-slapping sound of his hips against your ass.

Haechan’s bed started to creak and he pushed one hand on the headboard above your head, giving you a better view of his body moving inside of you.

“Shit shit shit,” you grabbed at the sheets, pulling and twirling. Haechan grabbed them and held them on each side of your head, intertwining his fingers with you to let you squeeze as hard as you wanted to. His mouth was so close to yours but you were both unable to kiss. You’ve never thought of how hot a whining man could sound and the thought of you being responsible for those sounds made your head even dizzier.

“I want you to cum inside of me, please,” you begged and Haechan moaned harshly against your neck.

“Ah shit I can’t-” he choked on his breath and rose to his knees, pulling out frantically and releasing on your stomach.

The view knocked the breath out of your lungs. His messy hair partially hiding his lustful eyes, his chest, his veiny hand still stroking his cock, his plump abused lips still letting small groans escape.

His cum was hot on your skin and you desperately wanted it inside of you.

“Give me a second if you don’t want my child,” he exhaled, a lingering amusement on his now relaxed expression.

“What are you trying to do?” you asked, the thought stirring something in you.

“Contraception,” he lifted one eyebrow.

“And if I want the child?” you smiled.

“Don’t mess with me,” he leaned down, giving you a quick peck. Whatever demonic magic he did was done already because he didn’t miss any more time. His cock felt heavy on your lower stomach, and when he started to rub it between your folds, his tip pushing against your clit, your arms flew back around his neck. The slick made him slide back in so easily that you could just gasp.

“Hmm, yeah, you’re taking me so well.”

The praise went to your fucked up head and you could just throw your head back and moan his name again.

The pace was so fast and his thrust so deep that you could feel him inside your gut. Haechan messily kissed your lips and face, murmuring low shhs and nothingness in your ears, laced with curses with his husky needy voice.

His body was hot, caging you underneath him and you felt so full and so safe, you felt loved and desired.

The emotion that bloomed in your chest imitated the feeling nesting in your stomach, about to burst.

You wanted to tell him many things but you couldn’t find any good words, so you just pulled him tightly and brushed your lips together, chanting his name.

“Cum for me again, baby,” he grunted and you spasmed in his arms as he pushed you into the mattress again and again until your shaky moans and eyes rolled back in your head making him still inside of you, feeling you rhythmically pulsating around him.

The sounds he made as he released inside of you were the most erotic thing you’ve ever heard in your life.

You jolted in your sleep, feeling around you and finding the bed empty but warm.

“I’m still here,” Haechan murmured, his shadow getting closer. The bed dipped as he laid down and you inhaled his scent as he slid under the covers to pull you to his chest.

“I thought-” you started but then stopped, the image of Haechan screaming on the ground after your touch still haunting you.

“I didn’t go anywhere. I am fine,” he added. His arms felt strong around your shoulders and his gentle hands slowly rubbing your head and back were lulling you back to sleep.

“Jeno said it’s possible that the curse lifted after we touched the first time. Single usage.”

You lifted your head, resting your chin on his chest. You couldn’t clearly see his features but his eyes were shining in the dark.

“You’re saying that we could have touched all of this time and we just didn’t?”

Haechan’s soft chuckle warmed your face. “Mark humour I guess.”

You rested your head back on him, listening to his calming heartbeat.

“Are the guys back?”

Haechan hummed. “It’s Christmas. Selene will arrive soon. I expect Doyoung to come by in the night of the New Year.”

You nuzzled your head further into him and Haechan turned to the side, resting his face on top of your head. The little peck he left warmed you all up.

“I want to come with you wherever you go,” you whispered.

Haechan didn’t comment.

“Promise me,” you tried to lift your head to see his eyes again but a sudden light invaded your irises.

You wanted to scream and ask what was going on, but Haechan was on his feet already with you behind his back. You put your hands on his back to balance yourself.

“Oh fuck,” he exhaled and turned around. “Hold onto me tight! Never let go!” was the last thing you heard him say as the floor opened and swallowed you both.

#haechan #haechan smut #haechan angst #haechan fantasy #nct #nct smut #nct dream #nct dream sm #nct fanfiction #nct dream fanfiction #haechan fanfiction #I will not vanish #soulmates series #doyoung #mark #jeno #jaemin

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l.mark recs

my library of favorites <3 all creds to authors

series

let’s break the ice pt.1 | @sehunniepotwrites 1.4k — in which you’re attending your college team’s hockey practice with your best friend and embarrassment ensues.

volleyball for dummies (in love edition) | @ddeonuism — Mark Lee has been called many things. Dedicated was one of them and that dedication lead him into joining NeoTech College's well coveted Women's Volleyball team, the NeoTech Tigers, as their manager in hopes of winning the infamous setter, Y/N's heart. But there was one problem, being academically inclined did not come with the extensive knowledge of anything related to the sport and to put it simply, Mark Lee doesn't know shit about Volleyball.

oneshots.

[m] surviving no nut november | @domjaehyun 28.8k — mark lee x fem!reader x lee haechan

[m] sweet cream, cold brew | @lucyandthepen 26.4k — something about mark lee keeps you up at night, and you’re pretty sure that it isn’t the lingering smell of espresso on his shirt.

[m] bed of spider webs | @neovisioned 26k — where you hate Mark Lee because he’s everyone’s favourite, to both students and teachers. if there’s a number one, there’s a number two, and that’s you. however, after a strange event in a lab, his grades crush down, leaving the number one spot vacant for your very eyes, but as everyone’s favourite looks more and more miserable, you can’t help but worry about him, not knowing that he became the famous friendly neighbourhood superhero that saved you that one night.

[m] pretty little weapon | @lisired 25.7k — A lifetime worth of adversity had brought you to Bloodlust. You joined them to escape your history, but with Mark Lee - an undercover narcotics agent with a secret to keep - comes the threat of being forced to confront your past. Old wounds are opened, but scars heal.

[m] follow through | @ncteez 23.5k — Mark managed to keep his best friend status with you even after you moved away. With a friendship strictly through imessage, facetime, and social media, it was surprisingly easy to keep him in your life. Even when things suddenly became sexual. By the time you move back home, you learn that the both of you talk big game through text, but nearly forgot how to communicate face to face.

[m] delphinium | pt.2 | @ncteez 23k — You should have known that when he said he loved you after such a small act of intimacy, he wasn’t thinking with his dick. Quite frankly, he didn’t know how to. You also should have known that by being his first, he probably wanted you to be his last.

where’s your good-natured gryffindor-slytherin rivalry? | @taelme 23k — friends-to-enemies-to-lovers, Hogwarts!au (fluff, mild angst, slow burn, mutual secret pining)

chiaroscuro | @ncteez 20.3k — the romanticization of art school is typical and no one romanticizes it more than mark lee, the too-confident messy-haired guy who, accidentally, makes people uncomfortable. to you though? it’s kind of flattering to become his focus.

[m] my little doll | @haechansdoll 20k — Humans have hormones, you understand that much. But does that explain why you can't stop the filthy daydreams that fill your head whenever you see a specific redhead? Does it excuse you for getting turned on by him simply breathing in your direction? And to make matters worse, he is off-limits, if your father found out you were messing with his prized boxer? You would be chained to a tower and your red-haired crush would be used as mincemeat.

safety zone | @cherryeoniis 19.1k — Mark Lee. The most perfect roommate and best friend that you could have asked for - except for the fact that he constantly messes up your laundry and can’t cook eggs very well. Even then, that doesn’t quite stop you from falling for him in your final year.

[m] give me the green light | @fadedncity 19k — street racing au, childhood friends to lovers, non idol au, college au, lil angst, fluff

[m] a clouded fate | @byunbaekby 17.2k — badboy!mark lee x female reader

would you be so kind? | @sehunniepotwrites 17k — It was ironic, really, how you had a love and hate relationship with flowers. Growing up as a florist’s daughter, your love and admiration for the language of flowers flourished at a young age. Your thoughts, however, changed when you were diagnosed with the sickness that killed with one of the things you loved the most. You weren’t sure what hurt more, though - the hammering agony your heart experienced every single time Mark looked at her so lovingly or the excruciating pain your lungs suffered through whenever you remembered your best friend loved her and not you.

[m] delphinium | pt 2 | @ncteez 16.2k — It wasn’t intentional. You don’t even know why you cared that he didn’t believe in pre-marital sex, but it didn’t stop you from arguing with him about it. You didn’t intend to win the argument either. Then again, he kind of let you.

[m] watch me | @sluttyten 14.6k — you pick up the voyeuristic habit of watching your neighbor that never closes his curtains and whose face you never see. on an unrelated note, you start dating the cute barista from down the street that also happens to live in the building across from yours. what could happen?

mark lee’s gluttony | @misfitneo 13.5k — mark lee’s gluttony will be his downfall. with the heavy burden as one of NEO’s heirs, he’s lived his whole life aiming for power; and when things get out of hand, you’re the one to suffer the consequences.

[m] gorgeous | @lucyandthepen 12.4k — you don’t know what in the football uniform mark is wearing is so attractive. maybe it’s how broad is shoulders always look in that jersey. maybe it’s how nicely accentuated his ass is when he’s running. or, maybe, just maybe, it’s how painfully conspicuous the outline of his cock is through those pants. or, you know. all of the above.

where do broken hearts go? | @rrxnjun 12k — you know what they say about past lovers that can remain just as friends - either they're still in love with each other, or they never were in the first place.

a series of white lies | @tyonfs 10.5k — in which it takes you six years to accept that you’re in love with mark lee. (it takes him one.)

[m] the girl is mine | @luvrkives 10.5k — mark and hyuck can't stop fighting over you. who fucks you better, who makes you laugh more, who you like most, who fucks you better, yada yada yada. but honestly, why argue when you would happily take them both?

[m] meant to break | @tyonfs 10.0k — when the mafia’s members task you to distract a detective that’s hot on their trail, you have no choice to accept. there’s no place for love when you’re simply a trap for lee minhyung to walk into, but you still want to immerse yourself into everything he is.

baseball (& other disasters) | @tqmies 10k — Everyone admired Mark Lee, starting pitcher of your school’s baseball team and famed ladies man. You, on the other hand, only know him as the boy who broke your dorm lobbies microwave the first time you met.

[m] pretty boy | @ncteez 9.3k — Mark’s favorite thing to do is sit alone at the library and enjoy the knowledge that his university offers. In contrast, your favorite thing to do is go to parties and enjoy as much chaos as possible. However, upon realizing your grades have dropped drastically due to this lifestyle, you have no choice but to approach Mark for help.

sticky situations | @mieohmy 9.2k — you never thought you’d be partners in crime with the red and blue spandex wearing hero who is not only your friend mark, but also the guy you secretly have a crush on.

[m] roommates | @smileysuh 8.3k — as Jungwoo's best friend, you have your pick of fratboys to date, including Jeno, who has a huge crush on you. But you're only attracted to Lee's that come in pairs, and you can't get roommates Mark and Hyuck off your mind.

day dream | @cozyjae 8.2k — 90s!au, mark lee x reader, brothers best friend au

blind love | @neocityarchive 7.2k — in which mark lee is so much more than just your best friend but you were too blind to realize it.

[m] the best man | @mrkis 6.5k — meeting the one for you at your best friend's wedding wasn't exactly how you imagined this day turning out, neither was fucking him in the bathroom of the venue.

heartbreak girl | @cinnajun 5.5k — during your first couple years of high school, mark was your closest friend; then, during your junior year, you began to distance yourself from one another after you got a boyfriend. two years later, your friendship rekindles, and mark finds himself feeling the same way he felt for you before. but, when you plan to meet up during the summer after your first year of university, disaster strikes, and mark is forced to keep his love for you bottled up once more.

[m] closed doors | @starryhyuck 5k — when your brother asks if a friend can stay in your spare bedroom, you don’t expect mark lee to show up on your doorstep.

[m] may i be blunt? | @raibebe 3.9k — stoner Mark x female reader

[m] cherry flavored thoughts | @neochan 3.8k — you invite mark over to study with ulterior motives and he happily goes despite having the filthiest thoughts of you.

[m] drive | @lisired 3.5k — behold mark lee - your hot uber driver who you keep getting. very embarrassing. you also fuck him.

3, 2, 1 | @justalildumpling 2.3k — at this point of your pathetically unrequited crush on your popular friend, it didn’t faze you when you found out that he wasn’t going to be at the same NYE party as you. but when he suddenly turned up to come find you did you start wondering that maybe you weren’t the only one with harboured feelings.

[m] mixtape moans | @starryhyuck 2.1k — you’ve learned that your shy boyfriend has written a song about you, incorporating sounds that are not made for the public to hear.

sex by the 1975 | @hyuckmov 1.8k — ex!mark x reader, jaehyun x reader (feat. best friend yeji)

#mark lee #nct #nct127 #nct dream #nct fic recs #mark fic recs #mark nct #nct u #nct au #nct imagines #nct fic #mark imagines #mark fic #mark au

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springdaybreaks · 1 year

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score a date | l. jn.

how the captain of the hufflepuff quidditch team managed to score a date with a certain ravenclaw.

tags: hogwarts!au; hufflepuff!jeno x ravenclaw!reader; fluff; tiny bit of angst if you squint

note: another self indulgent piece that has been burried for months in my drafts😀 this one's a short one but the amount of plot holes makes me want to bang my head against a brick wall lol. no warnings besides inconsistent grammar and tenses.

so, lee jeno

everyone took one look at him and thought he'd be sorted into gryffindor

they may or may not saw him telling haechan to stop annoying renjun and smacking haechan for annoying him, so-

but the sorting hat sorted him into hufflepuff

his parents said it make sense that he's been sorted into the house

he's a hardworker and is loyal to the ones he's close with

he doesn't really seem to be ambitious, but he actually is!

he just doesn't chase after it like slytherin!haechan

the professors adore him

he's always offering them his help

not to gain their favor or save face but purely because he's just that kind

"professor sprout, let me carry that bag of soil for you"

“professor flitwick, do you need some help distributing the feathers?”

snape has kind of a soft spot for him since jeno came early most days for his potions class just to help set the cauldrons

when he doesn't have quidditch practice or urgent tasks he'd even stay behind to clean them sometimes

but of course snape would rather die than admit it

his friends told him to join the tryouts for the quidditch team on their second year as a joke

jeno: okay (.◜◡◝)

but he really got in

becomes hufflepuff team's beater along with the third year lucas

got chosen as the team captain in his fourth year by the hufflepuff head boy, taeyong, before he graduated

he's just THAT good

we all know he loves animals

so it’s natural that he takes care of magical creatures as his elective

and excels at it

even though everyone says hagrid kind of sucks at teaching

he’s sad that he couldn’t see the thestrals though

also it's not all weird that jeno wants to become an animagus

that's why he works extra hard in transfiguration

and mcgonagall loves him so🥴

people thought jeno is all brawns and no brain

but his grades are almost all outstanding

with some exceeded expectation and a couple of acceptable

he's quite smart actually

is dubbed as the 2nd cedric diggory because he’s handsome, athletic, and smart

but of course being friends with the dreamies, it’s chaotic sometimes

he's been slytherin!jaemin's friend since they were kids

but somehow became quite close with ravenclaw!renjun ever since he helped him to deal with slytherin!haechan back in their first year

and he shared a train car with slytherin!haechan on their first day

haechan loves bothering jeno, but became fast friends with him because they have the same tastes in games

everyone at hogwarts know them as the dreamies

a group of girls likes them and call them dreamies because they're "dreamy"

very original

but they don't mind being called that so-

when you see one of these four, the other three wouldn't be too far behind

although they have quite different tastes and interest, they get along well

jeno has this friendly rivalry with haechan over their quidditch games

they bicker a lot, but haechan would be the first one to defend him if someone speak ill of him

no one does

doesn't take muggle studies, but would get muggle music recommendations from jaemin who took it

and sometimes you can hear him humming along the latest muggle music

hangs out with renjun if he wants to relax and just enjoy the day

renjun invites him to paint together once every few weeks

and he thinks that it's nice he's friends with renjun because he'd make them do their homework together

doesn't really go to the library except for rare study times and looking for his cat

he doesn't read the school's rule book but he's pretty sure students can't bring their pets to the library

but his cat can be quite mischievous and would disappear often

sometimes she'd be walking next to him one second and gone the next, following merlin knows what

his cat is probably still very curious of the place since he's only got her last year

and that brings us to you

you are one of the smartest ravenclaw in your grade

some even said that you're the brightest student in hogwarts after the legendary hermione and doyoung, the ex ravenclaw prefect and head boy that graduated a few years ago

of course you're smart, your muggle iq test could attest to that

but you always pair it with hard work

although people do call you snobby sometimes just because you wouldn’t do their homework for them

it pisses you off sometimes because you declined because you sincerely want them to learn!!! and be able to use the knowledge in the future!!!

you don’t mind though

bc being smart has its perks, like how people won’t bother you being a half-blood

and somehow the professors doesn’t mind that you don’t use a quill to write

except for snape

you’re used to the muggle world so pens and pencils are more convenient

but just for compromise, you use a fountain pen your father got you instead

anw

you were trying to get your homework done before supper, opting to do them in the quietness of the library rather than the currently crowded ravenclaw common room

jaemin somehow got into the ravenclaw common room and is currently on a raging whining spree bc the house elfs in the kitchen won’t give him coffee with 8 shots of espresso in it

you can hear it across the common room

at least the library is always quiet

so there you are quietly working through your homework in your favorite corner in the library; where it was quite hidden from madam pince and always got just the right amount of sunlight whenever the weather's nice

you’ve been at it for quite some time so you’re stretching your body

and then you feel a furry thing rubbing against your legs

you don't know whose cat she is

but she often follows you in the halls when she manage to escape from the dorms

and somehow slips through the unpleasant madam pince

but she appears quite often these days

at first she'd be sniffing you

and then she started curling up near your chair

when she found you again after not seeing you for a few days, she begins rubbing herself against your legs, asking for rubs

and proceeds to make herself at home on your lap

you just let her be

and continue doing your homework while occasionally caressing her fur

it's been a few weeks of this happening but you still haven't found out who her owner is

but one day you were just doing your homework as usual with the cat curling on your lap

and you hear a rather loud sigh nearby

"bongshik, there you are!"

you look up and

there stood lee jeno

of course you know who he is, but it's not like you know him

you know that he's doyoung's favorite junior ever

and currently said to be one of the best quidditch players in hogwarts

and he and his group of friends got enthusiastic following

but being in the same house as his friend and mutual friends, you feel like you know him already

you hear things about him quite often bc you're friends with jaemin and renjun

and jaemin sometimes boasts that he has couple items with jeno

not to mention they almost go everywhere together

like twins

some of the professors even got their names mixed up sometimes

but now jeno's alone and is staring at his cat curled up in your lap

"oh, is this your cat?"

"yes," he sigh, "i've been looking for her everywhere"

you handed the cat over as he come close

"sorry if she's been bothering you"

you stroke her head and she purrs in content

"it's alright, she's just been keeping me company. she's a sweetheart"

well that's a surprise

because bongshik isn't really a super friendly cat

it even took like a week for her to get comfortable with jaemin, who's been friends with jeno since they were kids

"she must really like you then."

after that, whenever he realize bongshik's gone missing, all he had to do was find you

because wherever you are, bongshik's probably trailing after you

even when you're not in the library

one time jeno was just about to eat supper when he spot his cat walking in the great hall

but instead of walking to him, her owner, bongshik walked to you

when exam season's coming up, you find yourself holed up in the library almost every day

and jeno, who's always looking for his cat, found bongshik curled up next to you every. single. day.

and somehow, he got lazy of worrying and finding his cat

besides, it's getting closer to exam season

so he starts doing his homework with you in the library

he does it almost every day that he got questioned by his friends

when his friends learned that he's been holed up in the library, they weren't exactly surprised

because jeno's probably the smartest out of them

but they know there's something else going on

bc even though jeno's really smart and he likes to read books on his own,

he's not the type to stay in the library for long periods of time nor every single day

like he's been doing for the past week

so haechan-

being the mischievous little shit he is

persuaded renjun and jaemin to spy on jeno one day

even though jaemin refused and told him to let him be

and well oh well

they found out he's been hanging out with you

jeno thought you'd be teased endlessly by haechan and instinctively lied

"oh they're just helping me with some tricky spell for charms! anyway, thanks, y/n!"

you two weren't that close but it kind of hurt that he doesn't want his friends to know that you two were friends

if that's what the two of you are

anyway

somehow jeno's lies of you helping him with homework got around school

and now you have a few people asking you for help for theirs

you told them you'd gladly help them as long as they don't make you do them

so now even some underclassmen come to you for help

quite a lot that you had to make a time-dedicated study groups

"well it'd be nice to get paid for teaching you guys, a sickle for each session wouldn't hurt"

you really said it as a joke

but some underclassmen really paid you for your help and it spurs the others to do the same

but even as you decline to take their money, they somehow managed to slip it into your bag or intentionally left it behind near your work station

your favorite underclassman gryffindor!jisung even snuck in a few candies to the library for you

ever since you managed to turn tour tutoring sessions into a small 'business', of course you see jeno less and less

but you two still greet each other in the halls

and library, whether when he's looking for bongshik or just doing his homework

one day you were running late to your session

jeno was seated not far from where you usually do it

and heard some of the girls in it talking about you

"merlin, if i'm not failing in charms and defense against dark arts, i wouldn't have to ask y/n for their help."

"yes well, i had to act like i like them just to get into the tutoring session too. what a inconvenience."

"they even charge us for this! other people doesn't even charge and just help us with it"

"yes, she's such a bitch too. you know she refused to help at the start? and now she only do it because of the money"

it's not really his business

but he feels annoyed and kind of riled up to hear them talking bad about you

and he really heard from jisung how you always declined their money and how you were just joking about the fee

but people just paid you nonetheless and eventually you were too tired to decline because they kept insisting

jeno's annoyed and packed his things

he'd rather do the rest of his homework in his dorm than here with their chatter

but when he passed the shelves behind the tables, he saw you

standing there clutching your books

merlin, you must've heard them

but you just sucked in a deep breath and forced a smile

even greeting him before coming over to the designated tutoring spot and apologizing for running late

somehow the sight of it makes his blood boil even more

and admiration, really, because of how kind you are

the next time you saw jeno again was before his match when the crowded halls made you two bump into each other

"oh, i'm sorry!"

"sorry!"

"oh- it's you."

"i- yeah. hey. how are you?"

jeno mentally smack himself for sounding stupid. as if he doesn't know you, as if he didn't spend time with you for weeks in the library. as if the thoughts of you don't plague his mind

somehow he developed a crush on you

and now he's gonna make himself look stupid

you shrug, "eh. so so. kind of busy because of the tutoring though."

you eye his quidditch uniform and the broom clutched in his hand.

"match day?"

"yeah." he hesitated before asking you, "you coming to watch?"

you tilt your head in confusion, "me?"

oh hell, he is in so deep for you. how could you look cute looking confused like that.

jeno feels his ears warming

"well, i am talking to you, aren't i?"

you raise your eyebrows in surprise.

"huh."

now it's his turn to be confused, "what?"

you just shake your head and laugh

"didn't know you could sound like a jock, lee."

"come on lee!"

his teammates are waiting for you at the end of the corridor. lucas are wiggling his eyebrows at the two of you with a teasing smile. haechan, who have somehow blend in with his team, shoots him a teasing look

as if to say 'mhm, i knew you liked her'

jeno ignored them and turns to you instead

"so will you come?"

"mmmm, i dont know. what if you suck?"

you teased

well- you know you are kind of flirting rn but ssssttttt

jeno's eye light up in amusement

and challenge

"you gonna give me anything if i win?"

you shrug nonchalantly, well- tried to, "i think you already have everything you want, captain. don't think i can give you anything else satisfactory."

a smile tugd the corner of his lip

"what about a date then?"

your eyes snapd to his in surprise.

"i- you... date? what?"

"yeah. a date. with me. next hogsmeade trip?"

you gape at him stupidly, "you want to go on a date with me?

he laughs, "well, i wouldn't be asking you right now if i wasn't."

"hurry up lee!"

his teammates roars. although some did snicker when haechan made kissy face at the two of you

"so, what do you say?" he keeps his eyes on you

"you want me to say yes?"

"badly."

a shy smile tugs your lips

hell jeno would take haechan's relentless teasing any day if it meant you'd give him that smile again

you steel yourself and look at him in the eyes

"then i guess you better win, captain."

#nct dream imagines #lee jeno imagines #nct imagines #nct dream scenario #jeno imagines #jeno scenarios #lee jeno fluff #jeno fluff #nct dream fluff #jeno angst

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dalivanmagritte · 9 months

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FIC REC : KPOP X HOGWARTS

Because why not and i love hp so kpop x hp is the only good answer 🫶

AND IF YOU HAVE ANY TO RECOMMEND TO ME I'LL BE SOOOO HAPPY thank you 🫶🫶

SEVENTEEN

amortentia (masterlist, ongoing serie)

gryffondor captain! seungcheol

deskmates to lovers? slytherin!jeonghan

honeydukes lovers hufflepuff!joshua

take responsibility, choi! (gryffondor!seungcheol, fluff)

smells like you later! (gryffondor!seungcheol, fluff)

gentle sexy (hufflepuff!joshua, fluff)

NCT

nct dream and hogwarts (serie finished, smut)

gryffondor!jeno

hufflepuff!jaemin

slytherin!haechan

ravenclaw!renjun

a hogwarts collection (serie finished, jeno, jaemin, haechan, renjun, smut, fluff, angst)

not so charming (gryffondor!jaehyun, fluff)

head over broomsticks (gryffondor!jaehyun, fluff, suggestive)

lion boy (gryffondor!mark, fluff)

amortentia and quidditch (gryffondor!mark, fluff)

my sunset is yours (gryffondor!jeno, fluff)

transfiguration spell (gryffondor!jeno, fluff, smut, angstish)

helping hand (hufflepuff!jeno, fluff)

better than words (slytherin!haechan, fluff)

scent (slytherin!haechan, fluff)

hufflepuff!jaemin at hogwarts (fluff)

dedication (slytherin!jaemin, fluff)

what do you desire? (slytherin!jaemin, fluff)

ATEEZ

from the shadows (slytherin!san, fluff)

the champion (slytherin!san, angst)

catch me if you can (slytherin!san, fluff)

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nctsworld · 5 months

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GIFSETS: 148 FANFICS: 3 FOLLOWERS: 10K+ STATE OF MIND: SURPRISINGLY GREAT!

this will be a modified version of what people have been tagging me as i'm inconsistent with posting and i'm a hybrid cc.

thank you so much to @bethereforme (lia's year in review), @jjsungie (angi's year in review), @lee-minhoe (mel's year in review), @ambivartence (siyuan's year in review), and @fadedinmysong (n's year in review) for tagging me! love you all ♡

TOP GIFSETS THIS YEAR:

mark on expectations for him vs. his brother - nct 127: the lost boys ep. 1

mark + the compression sweater // mix&max choreo-record

xiaojun // nct nation: tokyo

xiaojun // i'll pick you up [the show 230704]

johnny on taeil's role in nct 127 - nct 127: the lost boys ep. 2

johnny x longines x esquire korea

doyoung in the black turtleneck for anadktfab series

mark - golden hour || favourite lyrics

j³ + glasses // dream loop: the last midnight #1

jaemin - areanahomme+ china behind

SETS THAT DESERVE MORE LOVE:

jeno x the black tank top // nct nation 2023

johnny + yangyang + jaemin from nct connection 2023 (it never showed up in the tags T_T)

mark's birthday set

best nct 127 album

quick workout with jaehyun!

that one renjun fancam for anadktfab series

NOTES ON GIFSETS THIS YEAR:

as y'all can tell, i make the most sets during my break time from work LMAO i cannot believe i've made almost 150 sets this year! during summer, i'm pretty sure i made almost 1-3 on average a day haha. as many have mentioned, it's disheartening to see the notes on the sets, but we do it cause we love to, right?

FICS THIS YEAR:

fever pitch - pro!baseball player mark

at your earliest convenience - in which haechan asks convenience store clerk!reader on a date

8:38pm - dance and college au with jisung (pwp)

NOTES ON FICS THIS YEAR:

i am so happy that fever pitch got so much love because it took me two years since beautiful mv came out to finish it. it's now officially my second most popular fic on this blog! i'm also pleased people enjoyed ayec; it was just a cute little fun fic. i really hope i continue writing the connection series and i hope to post at least one christmas fic soon! (i also have a slytherin!yangyang fic in the works too...)

LAST NOTES:

a big thank you for all of you who follow me and support me, whether it be for my gifs or stories or both! i can't believe i hit 10k followers this year - that's crazy! i know i had the celebration, but i honestly had only 2-3 requests, so it was a bit disheartening and a little embarrassing for me to want to do it TT nonetheless, i love you all! have a safe, happy holidays and i wish you the best for next year ♡

TAGGING (if you've done this already, ignore my tag + on the flipside, if you decide to do this, please see the other year in reviews i linked for a different version!):

@huangrenjuns @hyuckworld @hy-ck @neocitycafe @neoneun-au @sehunniepot @twiceland

#cee.txt #year in review #cee's 2023 year in review

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injoontz · 7 months

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𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ━ 𝐥.𝐡𝐜

pairing. lee haechan/donghyuck x fem!oc starring. lee donghyuck, hong sumi (oc) featuring. huang renjun, na jaemin, zhong chenle, park jisung genre. harry potter au, fluff warnings. none word count. 2.7k

synopsis. in which hong sumi loses a bet to lee donghyuck ↳ haechan!slytherin x oc!hufflepuff

His loud scream was the first thing that Sumi heard that morning. Sumi grumbled a long string of curses to herself before she lifted her head off of the table. Looking around the Great Hall with groggy eyes, Sumi found the source of the disturbance.

Lee Donghyuck.

Sumi was never fond of him. Or at least, she liked to convince herself she wasn’t. Whenever he was with his friends, he was loud and energetic, causing more disturbances in the span of ten minutes than Sumi ever did in her entire lifetime. Arguably, he was one of the most obnoxious people she had ever met. Yet she somehow kept finding herself watching him, noticing little things he did and the little bits and pieces that others might miss.

Under his bubbly personality, Donghyuck was really a gentle soul. When he’s without his friends, Donghyuck actually seemed to be tolerable to Sumi. She liked it when he was quiet and thoughtful and she appreciated how approachable he was to everyone.

Unfortunately for Sumi, today was one of those moments where she couldn’t necessarily appreciate Donghyuck’s presence. His howling screams and loud laugh cut through the Great Hall and greatly disturbed Sumi’s peace and quiet.

Sumi gave a tired look at the energetic brunette before putting her head back on the table. The Great Hall was filled with chatter and the clatter of utensils against plates that morning. All the students were excited for the day since it would be the first quidditch match of the season. Slytherin vs Hufflepuff.

All around the Great Hall, students dressed in black robes were eating happily with their Hogwarts Houses. From across the hall, Slytherins and Gryffindors glared at each other while Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws talked amongst themselves, occasionally waving hello to their friends outside of the house.

“Is she really sleeping?”

“Seems like it,”

“Should we wake her up? All the food will be gone,”

Sumi let out a groan and tried to hide her face further into her arms when she felt someone start to shake her. She lifted her hand and swatted away the person’s hand. Her friends laughed before going back to their food and chatting. Jisung sighed and poked Sumi in the face with his free hand.

“Will you please eat,” he said more than asked.

“I’m not hungry,” Sumi replied, “Let me sleep,” she heard Jisung sigh before he began to eat his food. Sumi exhaled gently before opening her eyes and sitting up.

She was greeted with a bright smiling face and she could already hear his teasing tone before he even opened his mouth.

“Good morning,” Chenle smiled.

Sumi gave him a bored look and picked up a piece of toast and put some eggs on her plate. Chenle and Jisung both glanced at her before they went on eating their breakfast. Occasionally they would slip some more food onto Sumi’s plate without her noticing and she would eat it without realizing.

“Today is the first match of the year,” Jisung said, “Are you nervous?”

Sumi shrugged.

Chenle and Jisung gave her a look, “Sumi, today is the first match of the year. You’re the captain.”

Sumi shrugged again and Chenle and Jisung both let out exasperated sighs. Before the two of them could scold and badger Sumi about being more enthusiastic, Sumi put her utensils down and downed her entire water.

“There’s no way I lose to Lee Donghyuck this year,” Sumi said.

––

By noon time, the whole school seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch, it was the first match of the year. The seats might be raised high in the air, but it was still difficult to see what was going on sometimes, so many students had binoculars to get a better view. Chenle sat in the announcer’s box while Jisung and Sumi got ready in the locker rooms.

Sumi was quiet as Jisung went around checking up on the team. She kept staring at the chalkboard with their defensive and offensive plans. A loud snap caused the other Hufflepuffs to turn their attention to Sumi. She had her wand out, pointing straight at offensive plan number 4. The rest of the team seemed to understand and a wide smirk emerged on all of their faces.

A booming cheer rose from the stands as the emerald robes of the Slytherin Quidditch team emerged onto the pitch. An equally loud cheer shook the pitch when the amber robes of the Hufflepuffs appeared.

Madam Hooch was refereeing today and the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins flew towards the ground when she blew her whistle. She stood in the middle of the field waiting for the two teams, her broom in her hand. “Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you,” she said, once they were all gathered around her. “Mount your brooms, please.”

Sumi mounted her broom and gave a dull look at Donghyuck. He returned with a blazing smile. She rolled her eyes at him which only seemed to make him smile bigger.

“Hey, Susu,” Donghyuck said with a teasing smile.

Sumi ignored him.

“If I win, will you go on a date with me?”

Sumi nearly choked on her own spit when she heard his proposal. It was no secret to the school that Donghyuck liked Sumi, but she always had her doubts. She was sure that Donghyuck just liked to joke and tease her. She gave him an incredulous look but he just shrugged. “It was worth asking,” he smiled.

“It seems like you’ve lost a few brain cells, Lee,” Sumi rolled her eyes, “One too many bludgers to the head?”

“And here I thought Hufflepuffs were supposed to be nice,” Jaemin mumbled to Donghyuck.

“And who said that?” Sumi rolled her eyes, some of the other Hufflepuffs snickered and laughed at her snide remarks. Despite her dismissiveness, Sumi didn’t fail to notice the disappointment in Donghyuck’s eyes

Madam Hooch sighed and shook her head as she gave a loud blast on her silver whistle and fifteen brooms rose up straight into the air.

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Sumi let out a long huff, watching as the air around her fogged up and then disappeared into the cold. Even though they had played their best, Donghyuck was still able to get the snitch before her team. She wasn’t surprised, nor that upset at this point. Donghyuck was one of the best seekers at Hogwarts, his skills were only rivaled by Mark Lee from Gryffindor house.

“Why the long face?” Chenle asked as he sat down with Sumi in the courtyard.

Sumi shrugged. “Just thinking,”

“It’s never a good thing when you do that,” Chenle joked and Sumi shoved him gently. He laughed and leaned back on his hands. “You know, even though Jisung didn’t get the snitch, Hufflepuff only lost by thirty points.”

Sumi nodded but that wasn’t why she was thinking so much. The two of them sat in silence for a bit, the cold hair swirling around their heads. Sumi continued to let out little puffs of air to watch it fog up in front of her. As she was about to do it again, when a familiar brunette appeared across the courtyard.

Donghyuck smiled gently at his friend as they made their way back into the building. Sumi jumped to her feet and Chenle gave her a startled look. Before he could ask her what was wrong, Sumi grabbed her bag and started to hurry off towards Donghyuck.

“Sumi, where are you going?” Chenle called.

“I’m cold! I’ll see you later!” she replied without looking back.

When Sumi got back inside she found Donghyuck walking towards the library with his friend. She quickly rushed over and gently grabbed his robes to stop him. He paused and turned around with a confused expression. Donghyuck’s Ravenclaw friend, Huang Renjun, gave the two of them a look before smirking.

“I’ll leave you two to talk for a moment,” he said before rushing away to the library. Donghyuck turned around to try and get Renjun to stay but his friend was already long gone.

“Um,” Sumi hesitated and Donghyuck turned his gaze back to her. “You won,”

“What?” Donghyuck asked in confusion.

“The match,” Sumi repeated, “You won, so I- ,” Sumi looked away, she regretted even bringing it up to Donghyuck. It was obvious he wasn’t actually being serious when he mentioned it on the pitch, he was just teasing her.

“I owe you a date,” Sumi finally managed to get out.

Donghyuck stared at her for a moment before his eyes widened, “Wait seriously?” Donghyuck grabbed her hand and forced Sumi to look at him. The look in his eyes desperately begged Sumi to tell him that she wasn’t joking. There was so much genuinity in his eyes that Sumi for a moment believed that maybe Donghyuck could have feelings for her.

Sumi nodded.

Donghyuck’s face broke into a bright smile and he let out a small laugh. “Well, then I’ll make sure to bring you on a great one!” he said.

Sumi nodded as Donghyuck said his goodbyes and rushed off to tell Renjun the news. He stopped halfway to Renjun and turned around to wave at Sumi before rushing off again.

––

That night, Sumi was jolted from her sleep when she felt someone shake her awake. She had fallen asleep in the Hufflepuff Common Room while studying for potions. Her books were scattered across the table and a paper stuck to her face when she lifted her head up.

“Hello,”

Sumi immediately recognized the voice and opened her eyes a little wider as Donghyuck pulled her worksheet off her face. She lifted a hand to her cheek where it was before and felt her face go hot at the realization that Donghyuck had just caught her in an embarrassing situation.

Then it hit Sumi…

“How did you get in here?” she exclaimed,

Donghyuck smiled widely, “It took a few tries, trust me. The boys and I have gotten our fair share of vinegar showers.” He remembered vividly the first three years at Hogwarts.

The 00’Liners had learned where the Hufflepuff dorms were in their first year but despite their efforts, they never learned which barrel to tap or the rhythm of the tapping to be able to enter. It was by miracle in their fourth year that Jaemin was able to figure out the passcode inside. Only some time later did Renjun realize that Jaemin had somehow used a morse code rhythm to spell ‘Helga Hufflepuff’.

“What are you doing here?” Sumi asked as she started to clean her things. “If you don’t leave, I’ll have to report you,”

“You won’t do that,” Donghyuck smiled.

“You don’t know that-” Sumi’s words died on her lips when she realized that Donghyuck had started to lean in and trap her between himself and the table. “What are you doing?”

Donghyuck smiled and leaned back, “Our date, let’s go,” he stood up and held a hand out for Sumi to take.

Sumi gave him an incredulous look and shook her head, “It’s midnight, Donghyuck, we can’t go anywhere past curfew–”

“Come on,” Donghyuck chuckled, “Just this once,”

Sumi stared at Donghyuck’s hand before looking up at his face. His eyes were pleading as he waited for her to take his hand. She lifted her hand and it hovered over his hesitating for a moment before she ultimately decided to ignore her fears of getting caught and taking his hand.

Donghyuck pulled her to her feet and the two of them hurried out of the Hufflepuff Common Room. Sneaking through the corridors, Donghyuck took an elaborate path to their date rendezvous. Sumi was keenly aware of how his hand engulfed hers as he led her around the school. Sumi started to recognize the corridors around her as Donghyuck started to lead her up a staircase.

“This is-”

“The Astronomy Tower,” Donghyuck finished her words.

Donghyuck stopped Sumi just before the top of the Astronomy Tower. She gave him a confused expression but Donghyuck ignored it and moved so that he stood behind her. His hand slipped out of hers leaving it cold in the chilly November air.

He placed his hands over her eyes and Sumi quickly reached up to grab his in turn. Donghyuck let out a chuckle and leaned down to speak into her ear.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, his breath tickling her ear.

“No,” Sumi’s voice shook as she answered him.

Donghyuck laughed but started to lead Sumi onto the roof of the Astronomy Tower. Sumi felt the cold air hit her skin and she shivered a bit. Donghyuck stopped somewhere on the tower and Sumi gripped onto his hands tightly.

“Ready?” he asked before removing his hands and revealing a beautiful set up of blankets and candles. There were candles lighting the way towards the center of the tower where Donghyuck had set up some blankets and what looked like a basket of snacks. The sky was lit up with stars and the moon shone brightly in a crescent, smiling down upon the two of them.

“Donghyuck,” Sumi’s voice sounded breathless to herself. “This is beautiful,” she turned and smiled at him.

Donghyuck felt his face go hot and he coughed gently before pointing to the blanket. “I remember you mentioned that you really liked stars during Transfiguration. There’s supposed to be a meteor shower tonight, I heard that we might be able to see it from the castle,”

Sumi walked to the edge of the Astronomy tower and stared out at the forest. Leaning out over the edge a little, Sumi closed her eyes and let the wind brush her hair out of her face. A smile pushed onto her face and she let out a light giggle. There was a giddily feeling in her chest, something about sneaking out and being in her happy place made Sumi feel some kind of euphoria that she wasn’t used to.

She spun around and smiled at Donghyuck. Her smile had his heart fluttering and Donghyuck could hear his heart pounding in his ears. He was sure that his face was bright red but if it was, Sumi made no move to tease him about it.

He walked over to her and leaned against the edge as well. The wind pushed his hair back and forth and as he went to push his hair out of his eyes, Sumi’s hand reached over and moved it for him. His eyes widened when he felt her delicate fingers graze against his forehead.

“I think I like you,” Sumi whispered.

“What?” Donghyuck leaned back in surprise.

“I-” It sunk in what Sumi had said, “Oh my god! Wait-”

“What did you just say?” Donghyuck panicked as well.

“Nothing! I didn’t say anything!” Sumi started to walk away from Donghyuck but was quickly spun back around. She crashed into his chest and felt Donghyuck’s arm holding her tightly to him. Sumi gripped onto his shirt and could feel Donghyuck’s heart going crazy underneath her hand.

“I like you too,” his voice was barely over a whisper.

A jolt went through Sumi’s body and she froze before pushing off of Donghyuck. He stared down at her and Sumi could still feel his heart beating a mile a minute. Looking into his eyes though, Sumi could tell that this confession was different than all the other times. The usually joking smile from his past confessions had been completely replaced by a desperation and genuinity that reminded Sumi why she even agreed to go on a date with him in the first place.

Carefully, Sumi stood a bit taller on her toes, tilting her head until her lips gently met his. She felt him freeze under her touch for just a moment. Then as she started to lean away, Sumi felt Donghyuck’s lips kiss her back. Before Sumi could do anything, Donghyuck moved back, his eyes big and puppy-like.

“I really like you, Sumi,” Donghyuck said again, “Will you please be my girlfriend?”

Sumi’s mouth opened and closed, fighting to find the right words to say to him. It was obvious to her by the way her heart clenched tightly at his words. She was certain of it now. She had completely fallen for Lee Donghyuck.

#lee haechan #leehaechan #haechan #leedonghyuck #lee donghyuck #donghyuck #nct #nct127 #nctdream #wayv #na jaemin #park jisung #huang renjun #zhong chenle #xoc #harry potter au #harrypotterau

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mangozcat · 2 years

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HOGWARTS AU ANYONE???

okok like tell me ur thoughts (no promises im actually gonna make them tho id be so happy if i did actually get some replies)

ik there are very typical depictions of nct dream as hogwarts houses and theyre usually the same: jeno gryff, renjun ravn, haechan slytherin, and jaemin hufflepuff

however, i really wanted to stray from those, although they are pretty accurate, and create a new vision for them

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slytherin jeno- with his passionate addiction to fire whiskey and hatred for broomsticks, he’s the perfect partner for your class project (not!). the very same transfiguration assignment requiring materials from both a broom store and a liquor store; what could go wrong? with that look he keeps giving you, you feel like you know the answer.

gryffindor jaemin- he’s a hothead. not only in the sense that he’s hot and loves receiving head, but also because he gets angry. very, very angry. so when his flirty best friend is found making out with the schools resident fuckboy, he gets mad. so mad, in fact, that you figure out exactly why he’s so protective over you- and it’s not just because you’re his best friend.

ravenclaw renjun- he’s not the typical take on a ravenclaw. in fact, he pales in comparison to the rest. his motivation to learn, to study, to put in effort, has completely diminished, and now, all the boy cares about is his place on the quidditch team. that, plus the muffilato spell- oh, and the girl who speeds at him during every opposing quidditch match, purely because she knows she can. yeah, he cares about that girl too.

hufflepuff haechan- he’s a ray of sunshine. so illuminating and warm and soft, and he gives you all of those fuzzy feelings you can’t find anywhere else. kissing him is like kissing a solar flare; bright and overwhelming and oh-so addicting. one thing you’ve noticed, however, is how his sunlight is slowly beginning to diminish. after all, the sun eventually must give way to the moon- and from there, darkness ensues.

if you like any of these ideas or want to fantasize over more house/member combinations, hmu! my asks are one tap away <3

and im lonely

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ppoppokari · 5 months

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about me

hello to anybody who stumbles across this blog, i realised that i still have mystery surrounding who i actually am and while i prefer to spur on the mystery its about time that you know some things about me.

contrary to popular belief i am not a bot, i just write sometimes.

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🌹online i'm wren but my name is ty🌹i'm 24 and from australia

🌹i'm an astrology buff so i'm a libra sun, aries rising and scorpio moon

🌹 entj-t

🌹harry potter buff and apparently i'm a slytherin

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🌹i'm a student at 2 universities at the same time, i'm a music student and producer and all around musician and dancer. and i'm also a language student studying chinese

🌹some people on here know i'm an ex-film student but film isn't music saur

🌹even though i'm taking chinese classes i know many more languages: 2 indigenous australian languages, french, german, korean, japanese, italian, minimal arabic and i'm learning chinese and dutch

🌹i was a choir kid and i'm technically a radio trainee but i don't do that often since i'm focusing on being a pop musician and dancer

🌹i also love photography, fashion, sfx and film editing, watercolour art and spray painting

🌹fitness buff

🌹and when i can i volunteer as a community leader and working with kids

🌹i'm honestly just a perfectionist and i love doing everything so i don't even think this is impressive i just like working

🌹i love animals and currently have 3 cats and 4 rabbits, it used to be 9 rabbits and a rat as well

🌹a fun fact that sounds made up is that i am technically a type of royalty- dm me for more info lol

🌹i've been writing since i knew how to write

🌹i love videogames, comics and anime which is what it is

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🌹it's no surprise that i live and breathe music so onto my kpop biases, bias wreckers and favourite musicians all around~

stray kids~

bias... felix

bias wrecker... han

a special mention because he haunts me every day... hyunjin

ateez~

bias...hongjoong

bias wrecker... seonghwa

special mentions because they haunt me every day... mingi and wooyoung

txt~

bias... soobin

bias wrecker...beomgyu

enhypen~

bias...niki

bias wrecker... jungwon and heeseung

seventeen~

biases... sungcheol, jun, joshua and mingyu

bias wreckers... minghao, vernon and seokmin

(g)idle~

bias... soyeon

bias wreckers... minnie and yuqi

nct~

biases... haechan,chenle, yangyang and jisung

bias wreckers...yuta, jaehyun, jaemin and doyoung

twice~

bias... momo

bias wreckers.... sana and jeongyeon

ive~

bias... gaeul

bias wrecker... liz

monsta x~

bias...hyungwon

bias wrecker... shownu

newjeans~

bias...hanni

bias wrecker... haerin

shinee~

bias...key

bias wrecker...taemin

mamamoo~

bias...solar

bias wrecker...wheein

bts~

bias... jin

bias wrecker...namjoon

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🌹other musicians i adore... sabrina carpenter, dawn, atarashii gakko!, mika, david bowie, prince, michael jackson, conan gray, belle sisoski, troye sivan, miley cyrus, jaden, g-dragon, one direction, akmu and many others

🌹and i really don't know how to talk about myself for an extended period of time so goodbye for now.

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if you made it to the end know you're loved by me and many others ❤️❤️❤️

#about me #blog housekeeping #for my main page

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NEW ! Masterlist

Total Works: 32

Nct 127

Taeyong-

What We Do in the Shadows

Johnny-

The Entertainer

The Frat Boy pt2

Yuta-

I Begin to Desire You, Call it Playing With Fire

Come to Me Like, You'll Swallow Me Up

Like A Storm, You’re My Favorite

The Drop Out

Doyoung-

She Wolf

I Begin to Desire You, Call it Playing With Fire ,

You, Who Brought Heaven

Like A Storm, You’re My Favorite

Pink Perfume

The Nerd

Jaehyun-

The Night Turns a Shade of Pink ,

I Begin to Desire You, Call it Playing With Fire

Loving You is Incomplete and Risky

Like A Storm, You’re My Favorite

Rise & Shine Rise and Shine

Part 9: The Frat Boy pt1

Jungwoo-

Pose

Nct Dream

Mark-

First Love

Mark Text

With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility…And Head

The Geek

Renjun-

Part one: The Ravenclaw

Jeno-

Shower Sex

The Jock

Haechan-

So Many Things To Hate About You

The Gamer

Jaemin-

Part 2: The Slytherin

Warm Me Up

Close The Door Behind You

The Supplier

Pretty Pink Lips

Jisung-

Human Anatomy

The Dork

The Frat Boy pt2

Wayv

WinWin-

The Liar

YangYang -

The Skater

( I will write for Kun, Ten, Xiaojun and Hendery in the future).

Series:

Completed: Vampire Series Starring Nakamoto Yuta, Kim Doyoung and Jung Jaehyun

Completed: Easy A

Ongoing Series: Hogwarts Dreams at Night

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starrynima · 2 years

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✨️THE DREAMIES IN HOGWARTS✨️

CONTENTS: SORTING THE MEMBERS, THEIR FAVOURITE SUBJECTS, EXTRA-CURRICULAR ACRIVITIES, FAVOURITE HANG-OUTS, PATRONUS, ETC.

MARK ♡ GRYFFINDOR

Mark values chivalry, determination and will do anything for what he thinks is right which is why he was sorted into Gryffindor.

Mark is a pureblood but his family embraces the muggle world too so while he has the revered status of a pureblood, he isn't snobby.

Of course, he's the captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team (he's a chaser btw) while also being the head boy after two years of being a prefect. Even in this world, he is booked and busy!

Mark gets straight O's but his favourite subject is Transfiguration. He's a seventh year so he's very busy but if not studying or attending to his responsibilities as captain and head boy, Mark often hangs out at the common room.

Fun facts: Mark has an owl whose name is Subak. He sometimes tutors 1st and 2nd years on the weekends. He's missed multiple trips to Hogsmeade on purpose to study more. Mark has been to the room of requirements once when he was extremely sleep-delrived and it provided him a very relaxing room in which he spent a whole 13 hours sleeping. He doesn't remember where he found it. His patronus is, fittingly, a lion.

RENJUN ♡ RAVENCLAW

Renjun was sorted into Ravenclaw because he values intellect and has logical approach to things. He has a thirst for knowledge and learning.

Renjun is a half-blood and therefore has attachments to the muggle world. Not to worry! By his second year, he figured out a way to spell his phone to fully function in hogwarts.

Renjun took over as the head of S.P.E.W in his second year which had only 4 members at the time. He has managed to amass 30 more members during his leadership.

Besides his academic thirst, Renjun has a number of creative pursuits; one of them being painting. His favourite subject is Astronomy and despite it's doubtful reputation, he quite enjoys Divination. He's exceptional at Herbology. He studies often in the Great Hall with other sixth years as he likes to hear the hustle and bustle of other students while doing his work

Fun facts: The only rule Renjun consistently breaks is one regarding the Astronomy Tower which is out of bounds to students besides during class. He hangs out a lot there for peace and quiet whenever everyone got a bit too much. His patronus is a fox.

JENO ♡ HUFFLEPUFF

Jeno was told by the Sorting Hat that he was 50/50 for Gryffindor and Hufflepuff but ultimately was sorted in Hufflepuff due to what he truly cares about. He is loyal and patient and values dedication and hard work. A Hufflepuff through and through.

He is a pureblood and his family has a long history of Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, the former being his mum's side of the family.

Jeno is an exemplary student however, he was suprisingly not asked to be a prefect. Still, the rumours persist and insist that he's well on his way to becoming head boy. His responsibilities are preoccupied with being the Hufflepuff quidditch team's keeper (joining the team his 1st year!) as well as being the captain, a position he's held since his fourth year.

The subject Jeno excels at and is also his favourite is Care of Magical Creatures followed by Charms. Jeno is a quidditch boy at heart and so he is often found practicing in the quidditch pitch with or without the rest of his team.

Fun facts: The pet Jeno brought is a cat, Bongshik, who is actually a family pet. Though not a prefect, a lot of prefect duties fall upon him due to a certain best friend who rarely takes his duties seriously. Jeno can apparate but he doesn't like doing it as he never quite got rid of the quesy feeling he gets when he does it. Jeno's patronus is a Kneazle which is funnily a cat-like magical creature.

HAECHAN ♡ SLYTHERIN

Haechan was extremely determined to be a Slytherin and of course, he got his wish. His cunning, ambitious and extremely clever nature also helped get him into the house. Haechan is extremely competitive, willing to go to extreme lengths just to win. Sure, he uses tricks but he would never outright cheat because when he shows off, he wants it to be earned.

He comes from a long line of pure-bloods who were all Slytherin. Growing up, he had heard from his parents time in Hogwarts and always hoped that he could also have a fulfilling and nourishing time at the school.

Haechan, though is a bit of a rule breaker, is a prefect. He only became one on his 6th year as the initial candidate refused (something about focusing on his NEWTs). Despite his mischevious reputation, Haechan is usually one of the top in his classes, not getting a single grade below O in his OWLs last year. Along with his studies, Haechan is an excellent athlete, joining his quidditch house team in his 3rd year as one of the beaters.

Haechan is a an ace at Potions and despises Ancient Runes. He's skipped out on that class more times than he can count, preferring for Renjun to share his notes on them. Haechan can often be found hanging around in the courtyards, playing with Zonko's products and testing out some weird potions he's concocted.

Fun Fact: His reputation as a prankster reached legendary status on the End-Of-Year feast his second year before everyone went home for the summer when he spelled all the candles suspended above in the Great Hall to turn into green slime, drenching everyone then coming together to form a giant snake that slithered everywhere. This and many more pranks are partly why he wasn't the first candidate to be prefect. His patronus is a brown bear.

JAEMIN ♡ HUFFLEPUFF

The Sorting Hat almost put him in Ravenclaw but saw his uncompetitive and wild spirit and put this dude in Hufflepuff. He wants to do HIS best but doesn't care about being THE best or outdoing anyone. He values his friendships and is loyal to a fault. He's impartial and likes to focus on the happy parts of life.

He is a muggleborn but suprisingly (or unsuprisingly really) he took the being-a-wizard thing really well. When his letter arrived, he just kind of sat in silence for a good hour thinking about all the weird stuff that's happened to him beforehand and went "Oh, guess that's why".

Despite being new to it all, Jaemin quickly adjusted and is one of the most remarkable students in Hogwarts. A genius, if you will. He was made prefect in his 5th year because of this however, it is a position he does not take seriously at all. He never reprimands anyone at all as long as it's harmless. Jeno actually does a better job at playing prefect than him. He is also in the quidditch house team as a seeker.

He is known as a prodigy at Defence Against the Dark Arts, even beating out Ravenclaws as the top of his year. He's also extremely good at all his other classes. This is all very frustrating to everyone as no one has ever seen Jaemin study. He's usually seen lounging in the common room or hanging around wherever Jeno is so mostly he's at the quidditch pitch helping Jeno practice.

Fun Facts: Jaemin's pet is a Bowtruckle which he takes with him everywhere. Her name is Pal which has double meaning: the first as in 'friend' and second, the number eight which is the age he met the little Bowtruckle. His sweet tooth is very known. He has never missed a chance to visit Honeydukes on their trips to Hogsmeade to refill his stash of sweets. Jaemin's patronus is a bunny.

CHENLE ♡ GRYFFINDOR

Before the Sorting Hat could fully sit on Chenle's head, it shouted out "Gryffindor!". This boy is the perfect example of one. He's not scared of anything and he cannot be swayed. He may be playful but he would never back down when it comes to challenge. He is not influenced by structures and marches to the beat of his own drum.

His family is one of the oldest and richest families within the wizarding world. Despite the old traditions that you expect encases his family's beliefs and practices, he's one of the most accepting and truly embracing people.

Chenle used to not be much of an "after-school-club" kind of person but Renjun convinced him to not only join S.P.E.W. but also choir. Now he performs every Halloween and Opening Ceremonies at Hogwarts or any other event they get asked to sing at. He's not afraid to say he quite enjoys it.

He's great at Transfiguration and enjoys it a lot. He loves Defense Against the Dark Arts too. He hangs out mostly in the common room or library, annoying or helping Jisung out when he's studying, depending on his mood.

Fun Facts: He's a pretty brave dude, what with being in Gryffindor but he only had the courage to tell Haechan he absolutely despised Potions now, already in his 5th year. His patronus is a dolphin.

JISUNG ♡ GRYFFINDOR

Jisung was a close call to Hufflepuff but ultimately ended up in Gryffindor because that was what his heart and mind was set with. Although he is sometimes hesitant and kind of a scaredy-cat, he is brave and chivalrous. Remember! The presence of his fears is exactly why he's brave.

Jisung is a half-blood. His mother is the one part of the wizarding world. He never knew he was also a wizard and a lot of his strange magical behaviour was always excused away. It was only when his letter arrived that his mum explained everything.

He fell in love with quidditch as soon as he learned about it and immediately studied up on it. He practiced the months prior to going to Hogwarts his first-year and his mum taught him, having played in her house team when she was in school. He was welcomed in the team in his second year and is a seeker.

His only focus is quidditch but he does decently in his classes and above averagely in Charms. He does marvelously in Divination; enough for him to have a reputation for it. When he's not practicing quidditch, he tries to study, knowing he's about to start OWLS next year but he gets very easily distracted by Chenle. The armchair closest to the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room is his favourite spot in the whole school.

Fun Facts: Jisung collects quidditch books. He has a growing bookcase at home and is very sad he can't take it all with him at school. He has an owl he calls Goldie becomes of its shiny and yellowish feathers. It reminds him of the golden snitch. His patronus is a mouse.

#started as me just wanting to sort the dreamies and it turned into me making this whole au #jeno and jaemin hufflepuff bsfs and soulmates cry about it #also chenle is the most gryffindor to ever gryffindor #i kind of want to do sungtaro as well as xiaoyangdery #nct dream hogwarts au #nct dream #nct #nct mark #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #chenle #nct jisung #nct dream harry potter au

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nczennie · 2 years

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NCT 00′ LINE HOGWARTS DRABBLE

Part of a Hogwarts Collection Hogwarts!AU Featuring: in this order: Slytherin!Jaemin (18+), Hufflepuff!Jeno, Ravenclaw!Renjun (18+), Slytherin!Haechan, & their respected oc's. Genre: Smut, Fluff Warnings: Overall mature content (18+ only): cursing, making out, oral (f. receiving), Jaemin's mouth is a little dirty, penetration (f. receiving), choking (m. receiving but just barely).

Taglist: @flower-lise @heyyyun @sunflowerhae @neocityfile @winc1ty @imgettinlocoloco @ashkuuuu @marklexleaf @cookydream @dnylwoo @sanisms @juoirs @luvdroids @yuxnan @jenyoonoh

"Does it snow there?" You ask Slytherin!Jaemin curiously, watching absentmindedly as he packed his bag for his trip home for the holiday break. He would be returning to the muggle world where he lived, and never having been there yourself, you made sure to ask a lot of questions about the place he grew up. Jaemin purses his lips as he thinks of your question, "I mean sometimes, but not nearly as much as it does here. We do get a white Christmas once in awhile though". You nod, moving to fold the sweater he hands you before placing it in his pack.

If you think back even a month ago, you would never in a million years thought you would find yourself in Jaemin's room, let alone in this position. The last and only time you were here was when he had his way with you against the door after that party; you blush just thinking about it. But now, merely lounging on his bed, helping him in a non sexual way feels domestic and it makes your heart flutter as this is what you've come to want with him somewhere along the past year.

"Do you usually do anything for the holidays?" The Slytherin boy asks you. Shrugging in response, you think before answering him, "We usually have dinner as a family. At least once during the break my dad takes us all to a quidditch game. But, my brothers wife is due with their baby soon so we'll see how things change". You smile at him and he smiles in return, loving having the chance to get a peek into your life. The one he wanted to be apart for so long yet did everything he could to push you away. Now he wanted to know everything about you and your life, and so badly wanted to become apart of it himself.

Taking a break from his clothes, he comes to sit next to you on the bed, "Maybe you could come visit me at some point, you know, if you wanted to. Or are able to," He drags on, becoming less and less confident the more he talks. You laugh a little, "I would love that, I've never been to the muggle world before". Jaemin hums, "Well then I can show you everything you need to know".

He takes his nearly full bag that was placed in between you both and sets it on the floor, moving over to take its place. You smile warmly at him, eyes dancing across his face as you feel him place his hand gently on your thigh. His lips quirk into a small smile before he leans in a kisses you, lips softly pressing against yours. It had been awhile since you and Jaemin had done anything sexual, let alone kiss. Upon rebuilding your relationship you both set the boundary of no touching, wanting to have a good basis of clear feelings and emotions without lust getting in the way. But now as the boy kisses you more feverishly, hand running up your thigh to grip your waist, you are reminded it will be awhile before you see him again so crossing this boundary now seems like a better and better idea.

Without moving his mouth from yours, Jaemin guides you back on his bed, your head laying comfortably against his pillow. You start become slightly uncomfortable in the heat of the room, the sweatpants and heavy sweater causing you to sweat, even more so now that Jaemin is running his tongue along yours. As if he was thinking the same this, the Slytherin boys separates himself from you, quickly removing the sweater that was covering his body. You gulp as you take in his bare torso, now that you think about it, you've probably only seen the boy fully naked a handful of times as you both snuck around and were reduced to quickies in weird places like bathrooms.

You were so distracted by the view that you almost forgot about your own heat, only remembering when he leans over you once again, "Wait," you call out which leaves him worriedly looking over you, "Me too," you state bashfully leaning up yourself to remove your own sweater. He smirks a bit before leaning into your lips once more, moving you back to your lying position, one of his hands holding his weight over you while the other wanders of the expanse of your newly exposed skin. His tongue lazily plays with your own as his hand enjoys the warmth of your skin, moving up in down in a way that almost tickles you.

Finally, his hand comes up to your bra, fumbling firmly with your chest. Having enough of him touching you over the fabric, you quickly break away, removing the clothing without a word. At the sight of your bare chest, the Slytherin boy's eyes darken, a slight groan escaping his lips as he leans forward to capture yours again. Jaemin only kisses you once before he starts a trail of kisses down the rest of your body, leaving his wake down your jaw, neck, collarbone, until he finally reaches your chest.

He litters your chest in small pecks before finally giving in and letting his tongue run over one of your harden nipples. Your eyes roll up to look at the ceiling, mouth slightly part to let out the soft noises Jaemin prys from you as his tongue swirls around the bud before encasing it full in his mouth. He moves to do the same to the other before continuing his trail, kissing down your stomach to the hem of your pants. "I really want to taste you, baby," He speaks into your skin and you move your head in order to look down at him shimming himself further between your legs. "Will you let me eat you out?" he hums out, "I promise I'll make you feel so good," his fingers tugs at your waistband. You nod furiously at the offer, face flushed from the crude words leaving his mouth.

He hums in delight at your confirmation, sitting up only to remove your sweats and everything underneath it, then making himself comfortable once again between your legs, this time with you completely bare. Jaemin grips your things, leaning closer to your core, "My pretty baby," he praises as he moves forward using long licks of his tongue to spread the wetness from both you and him. The moans leaving your mouth sound almost desperate as he starts focusing his attacks on your clit, fingers carefully placed to spread you and expose it completely as the tip of his tongue flicks along it continuously.

Though your eyes have been shut for awhile now, Jaemin keeps his eyes locked on your face even as his mouth continues to work on you. "Taste so good," he hums leaning to kiss your clit before speaking again, "So good for me, want to eat you all day". You let out a whimper, eyes fluttering open to look into his. He holds your gaze, mouth moving closer to your core as he spits directly on your clit, holding your gaze he leans forward taking the now swollen bud fully into his mouth, lips sucking you in. The feeling in enough for you to throw your head back once again, "Jaemin," you call out and you're aware how desperate it sounds but it's all overwhelming, the touch, his tongue, his words, Jaemin as always had a way to make your fall apart at an insane rate.

You move to grip his forearms that still hold your thighs, eager to have a grip on anything to help you feel grounded as he continues to suck and tongue at you. Jaemin pulls up for only a moment, "C'mon, pull my hair, baby," he dips his tongue to noisily slirp at the wetness collecting by your hole causing you to clench, "Wanna feel your hands in my hair while I eat your pussy," he murmurs against you. "Oh my gosh," groan, doing what he says and running your hand through his hair, giving it a pull when he finds your sensitive clit once more. Jaemin lets out a groan at the roughness of your pulls, the sound vibrating into your core.

As the Slytherin boy pulls his mouth away from you, you think you have time to catch your breath, but as you cast your eyes downwards, you know that's not the case. Though Jaemin's mouth was taking a break from you, you found it was not occupied with a couple of his fingers. He takes a moment to wet them efficiently before moving them both to circle at your entrance that was left dripping from his previous endeavors. He takes a moment to look up at you, smirking as his fingers work merely running in circles, "You're so wet I think I can slip two of them in right away," Your head falls back onto his pillow unable to meet his gaze, face flushing even more at his words. His starts pressing kisses to the inside of your thighs as two of his fingers slip smoothly into you. Mouth opening to let out a groan at the intrusion, you're pleasantly surprised by the feeling of the stretch. Jaemin had only prepped you with his tongue before hand but taking his fingers now seemed easy with the amount of wetness he drew out from you beforehand.

Jaemin groans into your thigh, watching as you take his fingers with ease. "Knew you could take it, baby" he gets out in a deep voice. "Your hole is taking me so well I bet I could slip a third one in now with no problem". You know he's right, "Yes, yes, more," you chant out, head so clouded with lust you can't even form proper sentences anymore. "More?" Jaemin hums, continuing to leave kisses on your thigh, "Need to be full so bad, huh?" He complies to your request, slipping a third finger inside of you, causing your eyes to roll back from pleasure. "Fuck, that's my baby," he mumbles in your thigh, lost in the pleasure of the visuals of you.

He enjoys the slower pace for awhile, and he can tell you do as well from the sounds constantly leaving your mouth, but eventually he decides to fulfill his mission. He nibbles on your inner thigh before soothing it with his tongue, "Gunna make you cum, baby," and you know it won't be a problem when he starts moving his fingers faster inside of you, "Want that? Want to cum around my fingers?". Jaemin asks before moving his tongue to flick at your clit in a rhythm that matched his fingers. "Jaemin," you moan out, "Please don't stop," you get out, more desperate than every to reach your high. Your hands tighten their grip, one in his hair and the other on his forearm which still held one of your thighs into place. As Jaemin quickened his pace even more, the sounds of your wetness filled the room in a way that you would have considered embarrassing if you weren't so focused on the pleasure that came with it. And within a short time, a mixture of Jaemin's fingers and his tongue finally brought you over the edge.

You cum with a load desperate moan, pleasure clouding your brain and blurring your vision. Your whole body tingles at how intense it is and you can't hear anything but a loud ringing in your ears. As you regain an ounce of your feeling, you whimper at your sensitive state, using your grip on his hair to pull his mouth away from you.

"There you go," Jaemin talks into your thigh as he removes his fingers from you. "My pretty baby, you did so well". You blush at the softness of Jaemin's words, it was something you were not used to, especially during sex. He starts a trail of kisses your body, returning from the way he came from. Your stomach, your chest, your collarbone, your neck, your jaw, until he finally pauses in front your lips, a small smile lingering on his face. You return his smile, still trying to regain your breath, letting out a small giggle when you take note of the wetness surrounding his mouth. You blush as you reach up in an attempt to wipe it off.

Jaemin laughs at you, leaning forward to kiss your lips softly a couple of time, "How was it?". "Amazing," you say bashfully and he laughs at your shy state. "Good," he starts, "I wanted to make sure you knew how beautiful and amazing you are". You smile at him, it was no secret that past times with Jaemin, while out of this world, sometime his dirty mouth could be quite mean. But in the case of having sex, you can't say it was something that you minded. However, you understand that Jaemin wanted to start off this new sexual relationship with you was built of his true feelings.

"You were great," you start, but wanted to stay honest, "But, in the future, if you wanted to be a little mean, that's okay too" You say softly with a blush. Jaemin laughs loudly, leaning in to kiss your cheek, "Noted". You reach around him to pull his bare chest into yours, "Only during sex though, just because I like to be pushed around during sex doesn't mean I'll take it outside of the bedroom". Jaemin smiles, hand coming up to move some of your hair out of your face. "Of course," he gives your lips another peck, "I'll spend the rest of our time making everything up to you".

"Hey!", you look down the hallway as someone draws your attention and smile when you see Hufflepuff!Jeno walking up to you. You stood outside the Ravenclaw common room, having planned to meet Jeno here before lunch started. Today was your final day at Hogwarts as everyone would leave for the holidays tomorrow morning and you would return the muggle world for break.

The smiling boy walks closer to you and you notice he has he hands placed behind his back, "Hey," you reply back and give him a questioning look. He merely raises his eyebrows, "Want to head inside?" He refers to the common rooms, as the school was technically on break, rules involving the other houses weren't really enforced by anyone and the students enjoyed hanging out in the other common rooms with their friends without sneaking around.

You invite him into the mostly empty room with a smile, enjoying how he takes in the place with awe. You lead him over to another empty room, taking a seat on the couch in front of the fire, patting the spot beside you beckoning him to join. He sits beside you looking stiff despite the fact that he's smiling at you. "So," you begin, "Why do you look like you're hiding something". Jeno looks shocked for a moment before he lets out a chuckle, warmth coming up to turn his ears red.

"Well seeing as I won't see you again until after break, I brought you a present". He says a you can't help but look shocked for a moment, sure gift giving is common during this time but now you feel horrible for not getting him anything. He finally removes his hands from behind his back, showing what he had been hiding the whole time. "Ta-da," he speaks softly, revealing a small bouquet of blue flowers and a small box that was messily wrapped with effort.

Your breath hitches at the sweetness of the thought and you smile up at him, moving to take the items into your own hands, "Forget me nots," You name the flower, bringing them up to your nose to smell before taking in the beauty of them once more. Jeno blushes but nods, "I hope you like them, I didn't really know which flowers you actually like, but I thought these were pretty, plus they're blue..." he trails on and you let out a laugh. "I love them, thank you so much. You didn't have to get anything for me at all". The Hufflepuff boy nods, shoulders finally relaxing, "I know, but you've done so much for me over the past semester I really wanted to thank you and show you how grateful I was. I probably wouldn't have been able to graduate if it weren't for you".

You tilt your head, taking Jeno in as he talks, in awe of his thoughtfulness. "Well it was my pleasure, I never tutored someone who put so much effort in so thank you, and you should be proud of yourself for how hard you worked".

Jeno returns your smile, eyes smiling along with him, but suddenly moves over to stop your hand that reached to unwrap your gift. He turns bashful yet again, "Sorry, actually I was wondering if you could wait till you got home to open that". You look a little shocked but nodded understandingly, "Of course," you smile at him, moving to place the box carefully on the table across from the couch. "I wrote a letter to you that's in there, I was thinking maybe that could be the first one that you respond to". He refers to the fact that you both agreed to keep in touch via letters over the break. "I'm looking forward to it," You smile at him, leaning further into the couch, bring your legs up in order to get more comfortable. "So do you have any plans over break?" You ask him as he follows in suit of your, getting more comfortable. "Not much, I usually just lounge around the house and enjoy sleeping in. I help my parents around the house when they don't work, I usually make time to practice quidditch with a couple of my teammates too." "Oh!" he continues, "I also visit Jaemin at his house every year as well". You smile adoringly at him, "It sounds like a good way to spend break to me. And don't forget now you have to write to me too". You tease him and he chuckles, "I would never forget. Do you have any plans? Besides sending me letters everyday?" He jabs at you and you reach over to gently pinch his ear. "My grandparents have a lot of holiday traditions they make sure they celebrate with my siblings and I every year so I do enjoy that, getting to see them after being here most of the year is great. I usually visit Hyunjin at some point too". You reach over and pinch his cheeks when he starts pouting.

"Hey don't be pouty," You laugh at him, hands staying placed on his cheeks. "I'm not," he tries to mumble out even though your hands squishing his cheeks makes it hard to speak. You hum, eyes lingering over his face before Jeno notices they fall to his lips and and stay there. He can't help the pounding of his heart when you start to lean in.

Unable to help yourself, you lean in a place your lips against Jeno's, hands still holding his face in place as your eyes shut and let your lips linger for a moment against his. Pulling away slowly, you smile at him, removing your hands from his face and reaching to hold his own instead. Jeno clears his throat, "Wow," his face is red as he speaks, "Not gunna lie, I really thought I would be the one initiating our first kiss". You laugh at him shaking your head, "Sorry, I couldn't resist". You smile. "Hey I'm not complaining". He chuckles and you can't help to lean in and place your lips against his once again, this time they stay pressed together longer and your begin to tilt your head in order to better accommodate the kiss.

Jeno hums as he deepens the kiss, becoming more comfortable with the feeling of his lips moving against yours. You let your hands move from his face, falling to rest gently on his chest. Jeno moves his own hands to rest on your waist, using them to guide you closer to him. Jeno takes the time to smoothly run his tongue over your lip, silently hoping you would reciprocate and he hadn't moved to fast. And much to his pleasure, you open your own lips slightly in order to allow his tongue in to meet your own. The Hufflepuff feels like he's on cloud nine. Snuggled up next to a fire, about to go on vacation, making out with you. He doesn't think life could get much better than this.

"I'm going to throw up, I'm not even joking".

You and Jeno pull away from each other, in shock at the interruption. Upon looking over the couch you notice Hyunjin standing there with a disgusted look on his face. You let out a chuckle, trying to calm your pounding heart when you realize it's just your friend, "You scared me". you tell him. Jeno is torn between feeling embarrassed and absolutely annoyed with Hyunjin for barging in and ruining his time with you. He lets out a huff, especially now as Hyunjin looks him over looking absolutely appalled. "You're both disgusting, and you're going to miss lunch so if you could stop sucking face and go to the dining hall that'd be great".

You shake your head, but stand up anyways, moving to collect your flowers and gift box, "Let me put these away and I'll meet you there". Hyunjin glances down at the gifts in your arms, "He got you presents too? You're really lucky I haven't eaten yet or else the food would have been all over the ground by now". You roll your eyes at how dramatic he's being, "Shut up". You turn to smile at Jeno, "Shall we?" He smiles back at you, moving to stand alongside you, "Let's go".

It was just after dinner time and darkness had completely fallen over the Hogwarts castle. Students roamed lazily around the halls and in common rooms, enjoying the peacefulness of the night before the chaos that would come in the morning trying to catch the Hogwarts Express.

As for you, you were glad you were able to convince your roommates to leave the room for a couple of hours so that you could invite Ravenclaw!Renjun over. It may have been selfish, but you would be damned if you couldn't have him once more before you both left for break tomorrow.

That's how you found yourself in this position now, completely naked on top of your boyfriend who was equally as bare, rutting yourself against his cock as you both lazily made out. Finally having enough, you sat up, "Okay, hurry and get the rubber thing," you speak getting impatient. Renjun groans at you, moving to rummage through the box hidden under your bed, "How many times do I have to tell you, it's called a condom". You roll your eyes at him, "Does it really matter," you mutter watching as he leans back up, opening the small package. "I mean practicing safe sex is important so it's also good to know the proper names of everything," he mumbles half paying attention as he tugs on his cock a few times before moving to place the condom.

Though he doesn't look at you, you send him a glare, "How about we don't talk about this right now," you state moving to straddle over him once he situates himself back on your bed. You lean down, capturing his mouth in a messy kiss that is more tongue than it is lips and reaching between you both to find his cock, grabbing it and running the tip of it between your folds. Once you've had enough of your own teasing, you line him up perfectly before sinking down slowly on him. Your mouth opens at the feeling of having your boyfriend inside of you and he groans against your mouth.

"Fuck," Renjun groans, eyes closing with pleasure as you engulf him completely. You hum once you get used to the feeling of him, moving your hands to brace yourself against his chest so that you can start moving on top of him. Renjun groans out your name as you start riding him faster, mouth falling open and eyes coming up to meet yours as you smirk down at him. "You look so pretty, Junnie," you let out, sounding only slightly breathless. Your boyfriend only moans in response, hands roaming slowly up your thighs and around your back to grab onto your ass, grip tightening in order to help move you along. Your own hands begin to wander, taking in the smooth skin of his chest and up to his shoulders. Eventually, one of your hands comes up to grip gently around his neck, not applying pressure but just there for both of you to enjoy the placement. "Shit," He lets out from beneath you, his brown eyes rolling back as he begins to thrust his hips upwards impatiently.

Leaning down, you capture Renjun's lips once more with your own, kissing him roughly, only pulling away slightly to moan against his lips when his thrust begin to angle perfectly. As your grip falls from his neck, Renjun tightens his grip on you, sitting up and moving you both to place your on your back as he takes his place between your legs.

You smile at him as he takes a moment to run his hand through his hair. You open your arms dramatically to beckon him forward and he laughs at the action, finally leaning down, chest pressed against yours though leaning on his forearms to allow him to easily thrust into you. You let out a whine as he starts moving again, regaining a rhythm that feels good for the both of you. Moving your arms to embrace him you let your hands wander to the ends of his hair, playing with it slightly as your eyes close of the pleasure. "Fuck, Renjun," you whine out desperately as his hips speed up knowing he finally found the right angle.

The sounds leaving your mouth become more needy as your stomach tightens more and more with the overwhelming pleasure. "I love you," You let out to your boyfriend causing him to groan, head falling into your neck as he concentrates on getting you both to your end. "I love you. So beautiful. I love you, I love you," he mumbles back to you as he reaches down between you both to rub your clit in rhythm to his hips. You cum with a cry, hands scratching and gripping desperately against Renjun's back as he groans at the assault. Only moments later he finishes along with you, deeply thrusting to ride it out before carefully removing his weight from his forearms and completely on to you.

Some minutes later you find yourself blissfully wrapped in his sweater, under the covers, legs intertwined with his while you arms wrapped tightly around his neck. You lay comfortably against his chest while he head lay atop yours, his hands smoothing down your hair. The post-sex sleepiness was definitely running through your body, but you enjoy this pillowtalk with your boyfriend too much to let it completely consume you.

"You're still coming the week of Christmas, right?" he asks what seems like the hundredth time but you reassure him nonetheless. "Yes, my love," you mumble into his chest. "And don't forget the week before you're supposed to come to mine". "How could I forget," he chuckles, "That reminds me, you have to help me pick out a birthday present to give your brother". You scoff at him, "Please you could literally give him anything from the muggle world and he would find you even more amazing than he already does".

"Hey don't be jealous," he states "He just looks up to me because I'm the cool older sibling he never got to have". You pull away from his chest slightly to glare up at him, "Ha ha, so funny". Renjun laughs at you, "I'm sorry. I love you," he says moving forward to leave a kiss on your hair. You hum, "I love you too". He says nothing but continues to play with the softness of your hair so you look up at him once more. "I'm serious," you say again desperate to get your point across, "I love you. I really love you, Renjun". He smiles fondly at you, leaning forward to peck your lips, "I know". He says simply and you know he does so you lean forward into his chest once more, finally letting sleep come over you.

The hustle and bustle of the train station never failed to make you anxious, gripping your suitcase tightly you tried to take deep breaths and find a place to stand that would get you out of the way of the rushing students around you.

"They're always so relentless," Slytherin!Haechan scoffs from where he walks beside you, a boy rushing beside him having just rammed into his shoulder. He glances at you and you give him a small smile. Seeing a small corner tucked away from the chaos but still close enough to the entrance of the train car, Haechan pulls you over gently by your arm, making sure to maneuver out of everyone's way.

"There," he says smiling down at you as you finally have your own space. You return the smile, placing your bag on the floor beside you. "Got everything?" He asks even though he helped you check off your packing list. You can't help but giggle as you nod at him, "And you don't usually take the train?" You ask him. Haechan purses his lips and shakes his head, "Nope, I've only taken it maybe three times over the last seven years". You furrow your eyebrows, "How come?" "My parents always take the chance to come and hang out at Hogsmeade and reminisce and tell us a bunch of stories before we go home. They're Hogwarts sweethearts". You look curiously at him upon hearing the term, "They met at school here?" He nods, "Yep. They met first year and started dating fifth year and they've been together with me and my siblings ever since". Smiling you can't help but be in awe at the cute story, "They must have some cool stories then".

He smiles back, "Oh yeah, and they're never ending too, I'll have to tell you some, sometime". You blush at the thought, moving your eyes to avoid his gaze but nod in agreement. Haechan only smirks before continuing, "What about your parents?" "Actually they met in school too, like your parents. However, I don't think any of their stories are as cool as any your parents have". You laugh a little and Haechan joins along, "I don't know about that, you'll have to share some with me too". You nod bashfully in agreement.

"Are you excited to see them?" He asks, moving to lean comfortably against the wall. Your smile suddenly brightens as you think about it, "I really am. I always love to tell them everything, you know since all this is new to them, so I love sharing what I learn, it's a lot of fun". Haechan smiles at your excitement, especially since it's revolving around your magic and you being proud to share it openly around your family.

"I bet they are so impressed with everything you're doing," he says and you seem caught off guard, "I-", you stop, shrugging not sure how to continue. "They are". he finishes for you, smiling proudly at you.

Suddenly the loud whistle from the train sounds off around the station, acting as the first warning for its departure. "Well, I guess I should get going," you say moving to lift up your bag once more. Haechan nods at you, "Don't forget to write me," he points, making sure you remember your promise to keep in touch over break. You nod but look slightly confused, "Yeah, I just," you sigh, "The owl will know where to bring the letter?" The Slytherin boy laughs at you, "Yes, my owl. She'll take our letters back and forth". Yet you still look confused, "But how will she know when I'm ready to send a letter? Or how does she know where to go? Will it work in the muggle world?" Haechan's heart pinches at the thought that this is your first time sending or receiving letters over your six years at the school but he tries not to dwell on it, happy he can be the first. He leans over and pokes his finger into your forehead, "You can literally turn into a deer and you're worried about receiving a letter?"

You blush, laughing at the realization, "I guess you're right". The whistle blows once more and you smile at him with a sigh, "Okay, I'll leave now". He raises his eyebrows at you as you turn to leave. Only a second later you turn back around with a confused look on your face, "Actually, I don't even know your address, and how will I summon your owl when I'm ready?" You genuinely look stressed.

Haechan shakes his head as you continue to ramble, "Maybe you should send the first letter, that way I know what to do. But will I have to respond within a certain time if your owl is waiting for me?" You look up at him with your doe eyes and he lets out a sign. Much to your surprise and shock, and honestly his as well, Haechan leans forward and places his lips gently on the corner of your mouth. Not quite touching your lips, but close enough to have your eyes widen and face burn.

He pulls away with a smile, moving his hand to run down your arm and give your hand a squeeze when he reaches it. "Don't worry, okay? I'll send the first letter and in it I'll explain everything you have to do to reply". He gives you a reassuring nod, and you nod back as you take in his words. You gulp, taking in a breath and silently thanking yourself for containing any transformations despite the shock of his peck. You give him a smile, rushing forward to embrace him in a hug, surprising you both. "Thank you for everything Haechan," you say in his ear, "For everything you've done for me the past semester. I don't know where I would be without you. Thank you for being understanding and supportive. And thank you for being my first friend here in this new world".

Haechan gulps at your speech, reaching around you to pull you tighter into him. "You're amazing," he says your name softly, "I just want to help you realize that". Upon hearing the train once again, you squeeze him tighter before letting go, knowing you were running out of time. You send him another smile, "I look forward to you letter".

The Slytherin boy watches with a smile as you turn around, nearly jogging to make in onto the train. It's been a crazy semester for him at Hogwarts and despite how hard it was, he wouldn't trade it for the world. It was a difficult couple of months, not realizing what the deep secret he revealed would spiral into, not realizing what it would gain him.

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— # ❝ BRAIN OVER HEART❞ | X.DJ

PAIRINGS — ravenclaw!xiaojun x hufflepuff!reader

GENRE — small amount of fluff, angst

WARNINGS — toxic relationship at times, foul language

WC — 6k

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authors note- this is purely fiction is not to be taken seriously

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Xiaojun didn’t know where he went wrong. He thought he had been so logical about everything.

"When did you stop loving me?" He asked you.

You looked at him in disbelief and scoffed under your breath. “This is stupid. Let us out you guys.” You banged on the door in the kitchen door.

“They aren’t going to let us out ___. There is a reason they took our wands too. They want us to work this out. So I ask again, when did you stop loving me?”

“Unbelievable. I didn’t stop loving you first. You started the demise of our relationship.”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Really? ‘Hendery she has been clingy. She can’t ever leave me the fuck alone. She makes it easy to hate her.’ You said those things about me someone you claim to still love.”

“I was just frustrated. I had been stressed with exams and studying.”

“It started long before that. Think about it.” You turned your back to him walking away. Leaving him alone with his thoughts. All he could think about was where everything started.

The potions class this year was specializing in medicinal cures.

You felt a little nervous. This is what you wanted to specialize in. You still felt bubbles in your stomach.

“Stop jittering around ___ everything will be fine. This is like your playground. You know the ins and outs here.” Hendery clapped your shoulder. “You are guaranteed an A.”

“It’s not about the A Hendery.” You grumbled looking down at your stupid dress shoes. God, you could feel the sore growing on your heel. How were you about to stand for these lab periods in these? “Why are you even taking this course? It’s not a part of your curriculum.”

“Professor is giving extra credit to be the test dummy for whatever concoctions the class comes up with. If I die keep my stuff out of Jungwoo’s hands. Jaehyun can have whatever he wants.”

“I doubt Professor would let you die.” He gave you a look. “He wouldn’t let you die on the spot he would try and revive you. Besides you’re great in herbology.”

“Of course, he is good at herbology it’s his specialty.” Yangyang slung his arms around Hendery and your shoulders mocking a blunt motion to his lips.

You shook off his hand laughing it off.

“You know what I don’t get Yang, why he and ___ wouldn’t join forces. Her baked goods and his love for medicinal cures.” Haechan came to Yangyang’s side.

“What Professor fucked up and put the two Slytherin Devils in the same class?” Hendery asked.

“Mr. Wong that is the first and last time I want to hear that language in my class.” Mr. Lee scolded Hendery.

He had a small satchel in his hands. “One person pulls out a piece of paper it will contain a potion on it it will match with someone else in the class you will then proceed to make that potion with your partner.”

The bag went around the group, you lean over to whisper into Hendery’s ear. “What did you get?”

“Cure for boils.” He smirked at his easy assignment, “You?”

“Pepperup potion. I think the bag was spelled you got an easy potion.”

“You’re just jealous because I’m going to get an A for the day.”

“Now that everyone has their paper. Read your partner's name on the back of it.”

You flipped yours over. Xiaojun. You knew of him he was friendly with Hendery. They both played quidditch and Hendery was half of the school's weed dealer.

You walked over to him sitting at the front of the classroom, to fully introduce yourself.

“Hi, Xiaojun. I don’t know if you remember me but I’m friends with Hendery.”

He didn’t look up from his notebook only saying a quick mmm. “Do you mind getting the ingredients for the pepperup potion? Bacon, mandrake root-”

“Don’t worry Xiaojun I know what we need.” You gave him a thumbs up. You went to the cupboard pulling what you needed.

“___ how much do we need for the potion?” Hendery asked tapping your shoulder at the desk behind you.

“Hendery she isn’t your partner.”

“Yeah, but she has done this a 1,000 times. Have you seen my partner?” He questioned Xiaojun as he pointed to Yangyang.

“Screw you Hendery. I’m a pure genius.”

“Yangyang, you are an evil genius. You are going to be the reason the school will go up in flames, again.” Hendery explained.

“When you guys get boils, we are not helping you,” Xiaojun explained pulling your robes to face your desk.

It took a lot of energy in you not to laugh at his actions.

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Things with Xiaojun never progressed passed as much as desk mates. That was until he came in a little frazzled.

“Xiaojun are you ok?”

“Uh yeah. Well, no. I stayed up all night reading this book about dragons because they are really cool. I didn’t realize that I blew off my charms essay that is due tomorrow morning. So when I get back to my room I have to only work on that in order to get it done. I don’t even have an outline.” He explained.

“If you want I can be the boss today and you can be my little assistant. All you have to do is get me the things I need and you can focus on an outline for your essay.”

“Really? Thanks.” He smiled at you getting up from his desk and getting the ingredients for the potion.

You did your job making the potion. You left your bag next to Xiaojun. Xiaojun focused on the other work he reached into what he thought was his bag, he pulled out your snack for later.

“Xiaojun I can’t tell if is this 16ml, the meniscus doesn’t look right. Did you eat those?”

“Yeah. They’re my snack, just some cinnamon pretzels. I got them from the dining hall.” He said not looking up from his notebook.

You had made cookies that would increase your focusing skill for your test this afternoon. They were cinnamon flavored you could see how he could maybe get them confused.

“How many have you eaten?”

He looked at the cylinder not looking at you, “Looks like 16 ml to me. I had about 4.” He smiled at you.

It was like he was giving you puppy dog eyes, you felt bad for telling him. “Xiaojun, you ate my cookies.”

“Oh shit. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. But I think it’s only fair I have some of your pretzels.”

Xiaojun pulled a small satchel of his snack opening it for you.

“Thanks.”

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It was lunch and all you had left of the cinnamon cookies were enough for you. Jaemin was not going to like that. You took your portion for your transfiguration test.

Jaemin slid next to you going into your cloth bag.

“Hey, where are my damn focus cookies? We have a transfiguration test. I suck at multiple choice.”

“Xiaojun accidentally ate some during class. He didn’t mean to. And they are called cinnamon delights. I got in trouble last year because you wouldn’t shut up about my baked goods.”

“____ I can’t fail this test. If I do I’m screwed.” Jaemin whined.

“Maybe if you actually studied you wouldn’t have to hit up ___ for her little helpers,” Jisung told him.

Jaemin threw his hands up in the air, “I didn’t show you the ropes around here just for you to be rude.” Jaemin slapped the back of his head.

“Instead of ragging on ____ and moping maybe go ask Taeyong to give you a tutoring session. His specialty is transfiguration.” Shotaro told him.

“The sass everyone is giving me.” Jaemin pushed his stew around.

___ leaned over grabbing a piece of bread to dip in her food she dropped it when Renjun came over, shouting her name. “___! ____!”

“What is with him?” Hendery asked.

You shrugged in return picking the bread piece back up and dipping it in the lamb stew.

Renjun came over in a huff to the table, Jaemin held his arm up to stop him.

“State your purpose smarty-pants.”

“What have you done to Xiaojun? He just wrote an entire essay in an hour and a half.” He told the table checking his watch.

You dropped your bread in the stew looking down at it.

“Not that I’m not happy about it, he has a hard time not procrastinating all his homework when we reach the middle of the year. Right now he has a thing for dragons.”

“He accidentally ate my cookies. Which were meant for Jaemin and me for transfiguration test.”

“Now I don’t have any cookies and I’m going to fail my test.”

Shotaro and Jisung sighed.

Jisung pointed down the table, “Taeyong is at the end of the table. Just show him the material you were going to read after having the cookies he will simplify it for you. You will do well enough on the test so you won’t be benched for the next quidditch game. He’s the captain he wouldn’t want you benched.”

“Fine.” Jaemin went to the end of the table to the captain of his quidditch team.

“He ate one of your baked goods and made him write an essay just like that?” Renjun snapped his fingers.

“You have never heard of ___ magic baked goods?” Hendery asked. “Self-esteem snickerdoodle cookies. Cinnamon cookies like Adderall. Brownies with family memories baked into them.” Hendery explained.

“How do you make Adderall cookies?”

“I stumbled upon a recipe. I tested it on myself first and it worked. I only make them when I have a big test. Jaemin begs me to make them for him. I only do it because we are having a winning season for quidditch.”

“Wait does the Hufflepuff quidditch team cheat?”

“No! Never. It's for his stupid tests. It onlt helps him focus while studying. My pastries and more are used simply for healing the body and helping in school. I hardly ever make these cinnamon cookies. I just make them the same flavor as the snickerdoodle's because it levels out of the bitterness of…” You looked around the table and Hendery was laughing at you. “You guys don’t care about that, do you? It was a mistake on his part just don’t tell him that he drugged himself.”

“It was purely an accident, Renjun,” Hendery told him. “Plus Xiaojun can be a bit paranoid when he is a little, y’know.” He whistled and pointed up to the ceiling. Renjun wasn’t fully understanding it, “When he’s high, Jesus Christ you Ravenclaws have to be told everything it can never be any innuendos. Also, ___ over here has a hard time making friends as it is.” Hendery loudly whispered behind his hand.

You kicked his leg. “People love me.”

“Before you insert yourself in their lives.”

“And people only like you for your green thumb.” You argued back.

“Ok Bobbsey Twins, I won’t tell him. If he starts to wonder how he was able to do it I will direct him to you ___.” Renjun told you.

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This is when you started making snacks for Xiaojun. After helping out on that one day he became more open with you.

He had told you that he hadn’t been able to sleep since Doyoung started doing late-night quidditch drills. Bam! You found yourself in the kitchen making your insomnia walnut cookies that make you pass out immediately. He told you he had a speech coming up in his advanced history of magic classes that had his stomach in knots. You had a satchel of courage blueberry muffins waiting for him.

It went on for months. You never thought you would never work so much in a kitchen, especially for some guy. It wasn’t like he knew. You didn’t exactly give them to him in person. You often made your baked goods for him wrapped them in a cloth bag and left them for him in his dormitories.

It was Christmas in the Hogwarts school however your parents suggested you stay at the school this holiday season. It was cheaper for them, they sent packages of some of your gifts with little notes they were waiting under the tree in the common room of the Hufflepuff dorms.

You were sitting in the dining hall with a plate of your fresh baked brownies. You couldn’t see your parents, so having brownies with your family memories baked right into them. Hendery also left you his favorite brownies. You had also made your mother’s Christmas cookies.

There are very few people staying this Christmas at Hogwarts. Most were people studying for their OWLs. You were reading a book and eating when someone slid into the bench across from you.

“What are you reading?”

You looked up to see Xiaojun smiling reaching over to the plate of treats. You smacked his hand he made a face. You answered him. “It is a muggle book, it is about predatory birds.”

“Why?” He asked offended.

“The bird diagrams are fun to look at when I’m high. It is an easy read too.”

He shook his head, “No why did you smack my hand? You always share your snacks with me.”

“These are special to me. Hendery made me brownies with his special blend. Then you have my mom's Christmas cookies.”

“What about these brownies with the marshmallows in them? That is not Hendery.”

“They are my special brownies.”

To this Xiaojun was interested he grabbed one quickly eating it.

“Xiaojun why did you do that?”

Xiaojun felt his chest feel a little bit warm like he did when he was a child waking up on Christmas morning and running downstairs to rip open his presents. He could smell hot chocolate and the same Christmas cookies sitting on the platter. Which was impossible he never had the cookies and his mother never let him have hot chocolate.

“I feel a little funky.”

“I told you not to touch them. Here take one of Hendery’s brownies it will even you out because they aren’t your memories.”

“What did you put in those?” He asked.

You sighed, “I couldn’t go home for Christmas this year, I baked my Christmas memories into them.”

“Like a pensieve?” You looked at him confused. “The memory pool that is in the headmaster’s office.”

“No. You write a memory on a piece of parchment burn it under the flame of a memory stealing potion and pour it into the brownie batter. Taste like home then.”

“That is pretty inventive. How did you come up with that?”

“This isn’t the first Christmas I spent alone.”

He smiled a little with a curious look in his eyes, “Can you teach me how to make it?”

This was the first time someone was genuinely interested in how you made your baked goods.

“Sure. How do you feel about breaking and entering?”

You were waiting in the Hogwarts kitchen for Xiaojun to come back from Professor Lee’s classroom closet where he kept ingredients for potions class.

He came inside using his sweater as a little basket of the ingredients that were needed.

You gave him clear instructions on how to make the memory-stealing potion. It was an advanced potion and wasn’t in the Hogwarts curriculum.

“Why are you here this Christmas?” You asked.

“My parents went on a trip for just them. They said they would come to visit after the holidays. It was a way to punish me because of what I want to do with my life.”

“Which is?” You asked cracking eggs into the batter.

“Dragonologist. Always have found them interesting since I was a child they prefer for me to work in the Ministry of Magic.”

“Don’t listen to them. Parents can be difficult especially when comes to our life choices. My parents aren’t thrilled when I told them I wanted to be a healer.”

“Why do you know how to make this potion? If you are planning to into the medical route you wouldn’t need to know this. It is hardly used for medical purposes.” He asked.

You were stirring the brownie batter homemade recipe, you weren’t sharing that with Xiaojun. You stopped turning towards him. “Technically it is a memory stealing potion, but given what it actually does when I make it replicates the memory. Gives someone a chance to relive it. So if someone was a witness or a victim of something it gives a chance for the proper authorities to find the perpetrator. At the same time sometimes people don’t want to remember so giving them an option to forget I would give it to them. Poof memory is gone.” You told to him.

He didn’t have an answer for you just simply nodded his head.

“The potion is done you should write the memory down and burn it under the flame.”

He already had the parchment written out burning it under the flame. “So you aren’t going to tell me why you keep leaving pastries and such in my dormitories.”

Your eyes went wide and your ears started to get warm along with your neck.

“___ your perfume is all over the satchels and they just have a special taste to them. I ate them. The muffins were really good, they helped when I needed to make that speech. Also, Hendery told me.”

“Hendery! God damn it.” You whined. You were never telling him anything again. “Are you mad at me?”

“No. You were just trying to help. I can’t be mad at you not when you were doing it from a good place. Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Most people are put off by this.” You gesture to the potion-making setup. “When I offer the help they more than often stop talking to me altogether. I really like you and I didn’t want to stop being friends on a slight chance you wouldn’t like me budding in on business I’m not supposed to be involved in.”

Xiaojun moved behind you, almost hovering over you wrapping his arms around your waist. “Thank you for involving yourself, I would be so fucked if it weren’t for you. My parents would absolutely kill me.”

You turned your head towards him smiling a little.

He whispered into your ear, “You want to know what memory I wrote on the paper?”

“Sure.”

“I put the day I kissed you.”

“But we haven’t-” Xiaojun cut you off kissing you.

When the kiss broke you held your breath a little nervous, unsure of what to say.

Xiaojun took notice of your body language freaking out on the inside. “Sorry, I thought that you know that you liked me.”

“I do Xiaojun! I do! It’s just…you make me nervous like all the time but like a good kind. It’s not butterflies flying around, it’s just it can be overwhelming.”

Xiaojun was silent, he was processing your assessment on the shared interest between you two. “Overwhelming? That is a strange way to put it.”

“You made me feel nervous in a good way Xiaojun. I find it hard not to show how I feel when I’m near you. Like I have to recite the seven main supplies in potion making so I don’t break out in hives and my ears don’t get red. I grind my teeth so I don’t smile so much. It was so bad to the point Jaemin made me wear this stupid bracelet that was cursed that every time I thought about you it gets tighter on my wrist. See look right now I think it's cutting off my circulation.” You showed him your wrist.

His eyes started to bulge out of his head he grabbed your wrist and opened a drawer in the kitchen looking for a knife to cut off this stupid bracelet. He slipped the small bread knife cutting the twisted rope off of you.

“Don’t wear something like that again. That is very dangerous. Jaemin is a good friend but only a truly dark and twisted mind could come up with this.” He examined the remains of a friendship bracelet.

“It seemed like the only way for me to get you out of my head.”

“That’s another thing, you don’t need to do that anymore. Tomorrow afternoon I’m taking you to Hogsmead and we are going to spend the day together.”

“Tomorrow is Christmas Day, nothing will be open.”

“We can pack a lunch and we can spend the day in the snow,” Xioajun said his arms coming around your waist he said looking down at you, eyes flicking from your eye line and lips.

“Xiaojun if you want to kiss me again all you have to do is ask.”

“___ ____ can I kiss you again?”

“Hmm.” You pretended to think. Xiaojun began to tickle your sides causing you to laugh. “Yes! I yield you can kiss me again.”

This time the kiss wasn’t rushed he took his time with the kiss trying to taste your chapstick. Trying to hold you a little bit tighter. When he pulled away he licked his lips smirking down at you.

“So you have been eating the brownie batter and you are using holiday chapstick.”

“Yes. But which flavor is it?” You challenged.

“Peppermint. Definitely.” He said vehemently.

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Xiaojun hissed in pain inside sitting on the floor of the kitchen. He began scratching at his wrist.

“Are you wearing one of those stupid bracelets?” You asked looking down at him.

Xiaojun sighed, “Do you know how often I think about you?”

“No. And I don’t care to know Jun.”

“Every day. Do you how hard it is not getting to be with you every day?”

You slammed your hand on the wall again. “Yeah, Xiaojun I do! You don’t have to be the victim all the time.” You yelled at him.

“___ I wasn’t trying to be the victim.”

“You refuse to acknowledge your part in our breakup.”

“Because I don’t know what I did!”

You opened the fridge in the kitchen and picked up brownies in the back. You were able to keep them there over the years by developing a relationship with the women that cooked food for the school here.

You had made memory brownies with the memory of the day Xiaojun stopped trying and was clearly blowing you off.

“Eat it. Remember.” You told him coldly.

Xiaojun took a bite of the brownie.

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It started out like any other day at the beginning of the semester for you. You had your final classes that would lead to your job in the wizarding world.

Xiaojun had gone away for the weekend, his parents requested to see him. You hadn’t seen it since Friday afternoon.

You had made him some blueberry muffins. Nothing magical about them but he really liked them.

When you walked into the great hall you saw him sitting at the table writing in his notebooks.

You had noticed that his parents made him get a haircut and change his hair color back to his natural black look even forgiving him to wear his glasses.

You sat across from him, he hadn’t noticed your presence. You lightly tapped his open notebook. He looked up at you you noticed he had strong bags under his eyes.

“Sweetheart, what’s going on? It looks like you haven’t been sleeping and you are writing so hard into the book you are tearing through the pages.”

“It was a long weekend ___. You know my parents.”

You nodded. You had to meet Xiaojun’s parents on many occasions and it was clear as the day they were not fond of you. You could get over it though as long as Xiaojun cared for you that’s what mattered.

“Well, I brought you your favorite muffins to take your mind off that.” You put the satchel in front of him.

He didn’t crack a smile like he normally did.

You felt a little uncomfortable but you decided to ignore it. “So what are you working on?”

“Account information for my father’s business.”

“I thought you had no interest in bookkeeping for the ministry.”

“Yeah, sometimes my interest don’t aline with my parents.” He looked up from his book looking directly at you. Maybe that should have been your first clue.

“___ you should probably go to class. Go.”

“Ok. See you tonight?”

“Yeah…maybe.” It was like your date wasn’t even on his mind.

It had been a week since that. Xiaojun had barely talked to you all week and when you came up to him he didn’t even look at you.

You brushed this off, maybe this time seeing his parents in his final year they had been more brutal than they were in the past.

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Now it was two months, every time you were near him he was cold. Every time you talked to him he gave short, one-word responses. He stopped coming to you with anything he was having trouble with. When you asked him about his interest he said he didn’t have time for that. He stopped saying I love you.

It was like you weren’t even a couple anymore. You now spent your weekends finishing your homework given on Fridays. Then spend your time reading by the fire. You didn’t want to risk making Xiaojun mad.

You were sitting in the common room flipping through a book not even reading the words on the pages.

Hendery sat down next to you pulling the book out of your hand.

“You ok?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why are you asking?” You asked.

“This is like the 15th weekend in a row I have seen you either sitting on this couch reading or doing homework or in the kitchen baking. You haven’t been with Xiaojun recently even during the week, he never sits with us nor do you sneak off with him. Have you guys broken up?”

“No!” You yelled. Hendery rubbed your arm to calm you down as people started to look at you. “I-I don’t know.” You felt your eyes start to fill with tears.

“Ok. Let’s go in the kitchen I have something to tell you.”

You looked at him confused but at the same time, your stomach twisted.

You followed after him, he locked the door. “Listen I had been worried about you and Xiaojun. He has been rather cold to everyone and towards you especially. I knew it would take weeks of poking and pissing him off to get the truth out of him.”

“Because you can’t keep your nose out of other people's business.”

“Pot calling the kettle black.” He retorted. “So I might have stolen your truth sprinkles and added them to this cake recipe. I put it on his plate and he ate it at dinner. And I asked and he said…”

“Hendery what did he say?” You asked chewing off your cuticles.

“Xiaojun told me you are being clingy. That you are sophisticating him, that if he breathes you are right there. His changing makes you cling to him more. That you never leave him the fuck alone and you make it so easy to hate you.” Hendery couldn’t even look at you. It broke his heart that Xiaojun could say those things about you.

You couldn’t breathe, you could now only hear a high-pitched ringing in your ears. Your entire life was falling apart. All the plans you Xiaojun made after graduation was nothing. A small place to live together going back and forth to work. Getting married later in life. Having future wizards and witches.

“___ are you okay?” Hendery asked stupidly holding your arms. You collapsed into his chest crying. “Ok. Let’s go upstairs. We can talk in the morning.”

Hendery walked you to your dorm placing you on the bed. “If you need anything just come and get me.” He told you. “If not see you in the morning.”

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Except when Hendery went to go see you in the morning you had already left to go to the library. That is where Xiaojun went on Sunday mornings.

He was in the back of the library where it was always quiet and you didn’t want to start a fight.

You sat across from him placing the necklace he got you for your birthday in front of him.

He hadn’t looked from his books. Again not knowing you were there.

“Xiaojun.”

“___ how long have you been here?” He asked looking a little shocked. He pushed his glasses up his face.

“Don’t worry I won’t be here long. I just wanted to give this back.” You pointed to the necklace.

He picked it up knowing exactly what it was and he was confused. “I don’t understand.”

“Xiaojun I don’t think we should be together anymore. It hasn’t been working for some time. We go our separate ways. We are graduating soon our adult lives are going to be starting. You are obviously going to work with your dad at the ministry and I have a job lined up as a healer not far from here.” You got up from the table walking away.

“___ wait-”

“Xiaojun I don’t want to be a burden to you. If you want to continue our relationship I have one question if you answer it correctly then we can work it out. When was the last time you said you loved me and meant it?” You asked.

He began to think and exhaled loudly because he couldn’t even remember the last time he said I love you to you.

“That is what I thought. See you around.”

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“I didn’t want to give up on us.” He told you.

“Please. You stopped trying that is the definition of giving up. You didn’t just give up on us you gave up on yourself. You fell under your parent's pressure, you stopped pursuing your dreams. What happened to being a Dragonologist?”

“Ok, so they gave me a reality check. The life we had discussed wasn’t ever going to work. We were living in a fantasy world.”

“You being constantly cold and unloving was you giving me a reality check? News flash Xiaojun I have my life figured out with and without you in it. And if you came to me I could have helped you. But instead of talking to me or having the balls to just break it off with me you strung me along and hurt me over and over again. I saved myself from more pain.” You told him.

“Because Hendery poisoned me with those damn truth sprinkles and told you what I said. I was stressed and being over dramatic.”

“You still said it though. Apart of you believed it enough to say it.”

“Fine, I meant it. Is that what you want to hear? I meant it. You can be clingy and there was never a day we weren’t together. And my parents pointed out we couldn’t keep going on like that.”

You scoffed smirking, “Your parents? You let them get in your head about our relationship too?”

“They aren’t in my head.”

“They have always been in your head Xiaojun. And I tried. I really tried to help you, you don’t always need to follow and listen to every little word they tell you. You can’t be an independent person if you have someone telling you over and over what to do and not to do with your life.”

“Not everyone's parents support every decision they make ___!” It was silent for a second after he said that. “Sorry.”

“No, you are right about that.” It was quiet again. “You used to like us being together all the time. We would just sit together and read and hold hands.”

“I changed. Clearly, you’ve changed too.”

“What does that mean?”

“I know Hendery has been taking you to all his quidditch things and you are hanging out with Mark.”

“Hendery didn’t like that I was spending all my time outside of classes in the dormitories. He said it was depressing. He thought taking me in a happy atmosphere would be better. He was right.”

“And Mark? You guys dating?”

“What? No. That is none of your business. And if I was dating him you think our friends would have us locked up right now trying to get us back together.”

Xiaojun sighed. “Fair point. So what they aren’t going to let us out unless we agree to date again?!” He yelled throughout the kitchen in hopes they would hear.

“I don’t want to get back together with you. We can’t go back to what we were. You let this ‘reality check’ change the way you were thinking about your life and our relationship. I don’t want to be all in love one minute and you resent me the next for the rest of my life.”

“I can’t let you go ___. I still love you.”

“You are in love with the idea of me. What we were we can’t ever go back to that. You ruined that.”

“I know.”

You were both standing next to each other by the door hoping they were just on the outside just to let you out.

“How much do you want to bet that Renjun spelled the door shut until we kissed or something?” Xiaojun laughed.

“He would do that.”

“I do want to kiss you one last time. I haven’t kissed you since New Year and I…I didn’t want to kiss you then but I knew I had to.”

“Great.” You turned your head to the door. “Hendery I know you’re out there I can smell your brownies. How do we get out?” As if on cue a piece of parchment appears in front of you. “Kiss. Unbelievable. Can’t say you aren’t a genius. One kiss and we are out of here.”

Xiaojun stepped a little closer to you, you had your eyes shut you didn’t even want to look at him. Xiaojun brushed your hair away from your face caressing it one last time with his thumb.

“Kiss me already Jun I want out of here.”

He kissed your lips gracefully, for the last time you were his but he wasn’t yours anymore. You didn’t touch him and didn’t put any effort into the kiss.

The door mechanism unlocking sound made you step away from Xiaojun. You reached for the door. Xiaojun stopped you grabbing your hand gently.

“I never wanted to hurt you. That’s what I was afraid of.”

“I know Xiaojun. But you did, you aren’t blameless and neither am I.” You pulled away walking out of the kitchen you brushed passed your friends refusing to look at them.

“So that didn’t work,” Renjun said.

“Give me my damn wand back. You are all in trouble and getting high when you locked us in there.”

Jaemin held his hands up in defense, “Hendery was the only one getting high. He does it when he is uncomfortable or anxious, or when he is bored. When aren’t you high?”

“I felt guilty. This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have done any of this.” Hendery whined.

“Hendery what you did was inevitable. I lost her a long time ago. No, I don’t blame you. What you guys did come from a good place but we’ll never be the same. It is time we both move on.” Xiaojun left the kitchen outside of the Hufflepuff dormitories bumping into Mark.

“Hey, Xiaojun!” He said excitedly.

“Mark? You know this isn’t the Gryffindor dorms.

“Yeah, I do. ____ said she would help me with some of our lab homework and I made these lemon bars. I wanted to get her opinion on them.” Mark laughed a little nervous.

“Cool. Just Mark…take care of her. Even if you are just friends.” He patted Marks's shoulder walking to his dorms again smiling to himself content with himself and his relationship with you.

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