#yoon jeonghan x oc
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𐙚 ‧ jeongmi ─── scenarios
╰ anon request: Your recent blog was so sweet!! It kinda shows us their relationship dynamic with each other. Maybe for another blog it could be “fan favorite moments” with them — ⭐️ anon
I 𝓲. I request ୨୧ jeonghan x oc
❪ 🏹 going seventeen ❫
as always, going seventeen provides the viewer a comedic setting of seventeen and their idol personas. in this fic, you'll be able to read the jeongmi moments/cuts caught by carats. this is just a compilation of my favorite gose episodes 🥲 not proof-read 😞
﹙ INSOMNIA-ZERO I ﹚— with seungcheol still in his hiatus, minji was the first person up and she had no clue what she was getting herself into. although there were a few remarks about her snarky behavior when she gets mad and her constant fights with s.coups, she had a clean slate. most of the members mentioned how she was quite literally their mother since they spent most, if not all, their time training. after her time was over, minji had left the mattress with a heartbeat of 98, which was not bad compared to the rest. minji handed jeonghan the heart monitor and sat herself next to wonwoo.
as many might notice, the 95 line are quite stuck to the bone and minji was not afraid of spilling some secrets about jeonghan. the female member began talking about the "oppa" situation and jeonghan turned to the side trying to forget it. the members, who had already heard this story, continued it with jeonghan's prior remarks about how she would never have a clue. all of the chatter about the two later transferred to jeonghan's more devious plans towards the members; minji sat there in silence just montioring the members. once jeonghan's time was over, his first instinct was to look at the cause of the chaos: minji.
"jeonghan-ah, remember. once your time is up, you can't defend yourself~"
[forced to be silent]
he gave her the stink eye and handed joshua the monitor. minji scooted to give him space, which he gladly took. the pair sat in silence for a while until he started to open his mouth about joshua. in the camera shots, you could see the small little heart eyes minji gave jeonghan whenever he spoke and would lean into him. it was the small signals that would drive shippers crazy.. though it would soon end after jeonghan was part of the three members that would go home early, minji being tied with another and turned her attention to joshua c:
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ 민지 ⠀𓍼⠀⠀⠀𝐉.⠀⠀⠀정한
﹙ TTT 2020 ﹚— this was the "going seventeen" episode that basically comfirmed the dating rumors between these two. minji, jeonghan, hoshi, and woozi were all in the same car on their way to the rented house. while woozi and driver jeonghan were in the front seats, minji and soonyoung were in the back having fun and giggling to each other. this led to frequent checks from jeonghan through the rearview-mirror only to spot minji looking at him and smiling :3. at their stop to get food, the "woozi cam" captured the pair walking together with jeonghan's arm around her. during the cuts of them eating, a slight drunk minji was basically all up on jeonghan. it got so worse the editors had to cut so much of the footage.
while being on the losing team during foot-volleyball, minji made her way to the alcohol stand where her worst enemy laid, the vodka mix. offering to drink the member's shots, minji knew she wouldn't remember a thing tomorrow. before she started her third shot, jeonghan looked at her questionably and asked if she was okay doing this.
"are you sure you're going to be okay? i don't want you throwing up on me later tonight."
"relax babe, i'll be fine! i used to go band for band when i was a teenager, it'll be alright~~"
[. . . . “babe”?]
noticing her slipup of the word "babe", jeonghan knew it was too late. the members just stared at her and hoped it wouldn't make it to the final cut (it did). though like the self-proclaimed pro she is, she raised the shot glass to her lips and threw her head back. the bitter aftertaste of whatever was in that container had left her feeling a little silly, which had meant the real fun had started to begin.
joining soonyoung in the fanatic drunks is minji. as stated before, minji becomes up and personal with the people around her when drunk. although she may have a high alcohol tolerance (thanks to her underage drinking), minji's affections become more and more affectionate when drinking way too much.
during this time, minji and jeonghan were first beginning their relationship and they did not want to be exposing it right away to the cameras; but pair minji + alcohol and you get a mess that is quite hard to clean up. after she had made dinner, she sat between jeonghan and seungcheol. many fans point out the difference in actions done by the two men. jeonghan was basically minji's headrest and seungcheol was just there to balance her out.
"hannie.. you look so pretty today.. like a cloud.."
"minji-ah, leave that poor man alone.."
"coups.. you look handsome too.."
coups + mizu + han + shua = the poly couple idc argue w the wall
the day after constant drinking and singing, minji was pretty much hung over #she threw up and spent most of her day taking things slow, especially when cleaning up the kitchen… moving into the car was the best thing she could’ve done. with hoshi taking the driver’s role on the way back, the '95 duo were left in the backseats and spent their time resting (cuddling eachother too bruh).
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﹙ AB-LIB GOING COMPANY ﹚— the first ‘gose’ episode after the news of the couple… so let’s say the members didn’t quite hold back. starting off with the ceo and the employee relationship ..
[before minji enters (on standby with the "foreign department")]
“have you guys heard the rumor?” seungcheol starts while leaning in to talk with the rest of the ‘employees’. some of them shook their head and leaned in to hear.
“supposedly the ceo and mizuki.. are dating.” seungkwan revealed it. “but that’s just a rumor..”
“isn’t that nepotism?”
“hyung.. that’s when your born into the company..”
minji’s reaction, while on standby, was just her eye-rolling at what they were doing. though as soon as minghao, jun, and vernon started walking towards the rest of the ‘employees’, she followed them.
[staff chwe hansol, doi mizuki, wen junhui, xu minghao come to work]
“oh! good morning mizuki!” seungkwan smiled as he spoke as if he wasn’t talking about her a second ago.
“good morning seungkwan, how’s the research going?”
“research about what…?” minji smiled about his inital confusion and began her snarky comment.
“about my relationship with the ce-”
[ceo yoon jeonghan comes to work]
though she was cut off by jeonghan’s entrance, she just closed her mouth and stayed quiet. after embarking in the classic “content is power!” “sleep when you’re dead!” chants, the day went pretty eventful. not much was spoken about the ongoing question at hand but that was until jeonghan stirred the pot.
“let’s see who hasn’t spoken in a while.” jeonghan scanned the room to which he laid eyes on her scribbling down doodles. “ah, mizuki.. why don’t you share what’s on your notepad?”
seungcheol, who was across from her, snickered then later shook due to the ‘coldness’. minji smiled, stood up, and cleared her throat. “well, it says i’ll like to go home.”
[not taking her job seriously.. pure silence]
“great! everyone clap!” jeonghan replied after a few seconds of silence and everyone had followed through.
“what a guy.. only excusing her just because they’re dating..”
“this has to be corruption..”
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﹙ THE TRUMAN SHOW OF MR. SVT’S WE LIVE ALONE ﹚— placed into a small room was seungcheol, minji, jeonghan, wonwoo, and seokmin. they were all commentating and watching the “everyday life” of mr. svt, mingyu. soon enough minji’s turn would begin as the new “mr. svt”.
[a good morning for the new mr. svt]
with an airpod in one ear, she knew it wouldn’t end well, especially with that devil in that room as well. the female made her way towards the kitchen to figure out a small snack. although she had eaten prior to the shoot, she thought of her members first.
“make some beef and noodles, minji-ah” seungcheol’s voice spoke within the airpod. minji, in order to pretend she didn’t hear it, thought about what to make for lunch.
“hmm.. beef and noodles seem good right now. i should start making some before my time is gone.”
[4th wall breaker]
as she began getting the ingredients, she paid no attention to the conversation in her ear. though on the other side, the members were complimenting her cooking skills.
“wah, i know it’s going to taste good. who’s next after her?” mingyu asked the question that was lingering in everyone’s mind.
“s.coups is next so he’ll be eating whatever is left..” jeonghan replied as he sighed.
minji, who didn’t want to disappoint her boyfriend, started to placed more beef into the frying pan. she smiled and spoke out loud: “i’ll make more meat for hannie and the rest.”
[thoughtful girlfriend and member]
“oooh~~” seokmin pushed jeonghan slightly at the words that came from her mouth. “don’t pretend to be coy!”
jeonghan became silent for a while, looking down and smiling.
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﹙ CHRISTMAS IN AUGUST II ﹚— the episode loaded into with jeonghan in the middle of the set, using his food coupon. minji walked in with the rest of the members and managed to stand behind him. placing her arms around him, she whispered in his ear and to which he nodded. circling in the spaghetti with his utensils, he raised it up to her mouth and the female gladly to the bite.
[special privileges]
“wow.. you give her some but it’s the end of the world if you give us any bite huh?” dino spoke as he looked in disbelief.
“yah, she asked me politely. what type of man am i to deny her?”
minji just smiled and listened to the chaos she created. after the rules were explained once again, christmas in august had already begun (even if it wasn't even august 😞). she had small knowledge of horror games and the female would only play them with friends or family. considering this was a one time thing, minji didn’t mind at all. choosing the room that was the least scary led her to be in the room with seokmin, who immediately embraced her.
[a motherly aura enters]
“minji-noona~~ i’m so glad we’re together.” seokmin says as she sits down beside him.
“i was so scared, i didn’t want to choose a room that was all alone.” minji replies as she looks around the dark and empty room. in-front of them laid the gaming computer and she knew it wasn’t going to be an easy game.
after a while, the door opened once again and this time jeonghan entered. both seokmin and minji sighed in relief.
“a-yo, a-yo” jeonghan said as he broke up the silence within the room.
“i’m relieved you’re here” seokmin spoke as he motioned him to sit down.
[not lonely]
“i’m a spy”
“don’t lie” minji warned, she had enough of his shenanigans already.
“okay~~”
“just sit down and be quiet”
[jeonghan joins room 4]
after making jeonghan stay, they all waited for the next member to arrive.
“s.coups?” seokmin question as he saw a figure walk in.
“it’s s.coups? what is this?” jeonghan spoke as him and seokmin grabbed s.coups by the shoulders leading him towards the chairs.
[a full room: three ‘95s, and one ‘98]
“yay~~ it’s coups!! we’ll definitely beat whatever game we’re going to get” minji replied as she got up and hugged him.
“this is why i didn’t want to come.. to where you, seokmin, and jeonghan were” seungcheol finally spoke as he leaned away from the affections.
[sensitive eardrums]
minji pouted in response and got off of him, “you’re no fun at all.”
after the complaints, the group managed to make it throughout the game with barely any problems. although minji had barely touched the mouse and keyboard, she still managed to give in her in-put of where to go. though all that carats could see was her hiding behind jeonghan during the more graphic and intense scenes.
❪ 🐰 ❫ — an
this was originally supposed to be posted a LONG time ago.
i would add more gose but i haven’t caught up at all since the middle of 2023 and i would like to save some for the enlistment period 🥲
i decided to begin where it would signalize when they started to rlly like each other 🤞
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Paring: jeonghan x you
Requested: yes [Can you please write something angsty for prince DK? Or if this is too vague, what do you think about a bet au with Jeonghan?] [By anon]
Genre: angst, coworkers to lovers, fluff, fuckboy au, opposites au, bet au
Warning(s): misogyny, jeonghan is an asshole and so is seungcheol, [if you find more pls inform ]
Summary: Jeonghan had plans on never talking to the quite coworker they hired, but like doesn't always pan out the way we want to. But when you add money to the problem, plus both your feelings, you have the perfect recipe for disaster.
Word count: 5.2k
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disclaimer: this is not the exact representation of the subjects in real life. I just use them for my inspiration.
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Everyone at the office knew that Jeonghan was a free spirit, he worked hard and partied even harder. He like living his life in the most happening way possible. Be it weekend trips, bike trips to the mountains or staying in the countryside for a week and working remote while enjoying the serenity that comes with it, he was down for anything.
Funnily enough he was referred to as the least energetic person in his friend group. So, one can imagine overzealous they normally were.
His work more often than not was impeccable, no one could fault him at all. The rising star of the corporate world they called him at the office. In his five years at the job the man had garnered more approval than anyone else.
He liked his life, and he would not trade it for anything else.
Now, unlike Jeonghan you resided on the other side of the spectrum. Your kind of life was pretty monotonous waking up before your alarm, making your bed, skipping meals, and surviving on coffee, reaching, and leaving work on the dot and crying while rewatching your favorite shows, was your kind of life. You like staying in during the weekends and cleaning up the mess you make in your living space during the weekdays and trying everything in your power to not upset your cat while doing so.
Its calm, chill, maybe a bit boring but it worked for you and brought you peace.
You were the newest recruit in your office and from the first day you captured the attention of most of your coworkers for your meticulous and polite words.
More often than not you refuse to talk to your coworkers ensuring that there stays a professional boundary between you all and if they would not catch onto your behavior, you would politely decline them.
Never that interested in networking, you refuse to talk to more people than you need to.
Jeonghan caught onto it pretty early, but why did it matter to him what you did, so like everyone else he went on his own way and simply chose to ignore you.
Ten months into your new job was when you first had a real conversation with the man. It was pretty late at night, both of you had to stay back for overtime. That was when you saw him struggling with his presentation for the next day’s meeting.
That day you broke the ‘no talking to my coworkers rule unless and until it’s very important’ rule.
“what’s the problem?” you politely asked the man.
“Oh, I am having slight problem with the numbers here,” the man replies looking visibly confused and surprised.
“If you want, I can help you out” you kindly stated as Jeonghan casually just turned his laptop towards you.
So, for the next one and half hours you both sat there and diligently worked on the presentation and by the end of it the material looked rather good and presentation worthy.
Looking extremely grateful the pretty man said, “I am so thankful you helped me out today, so why don’t I repay you by dropping you off at your house, it’s pretty late you know.”
Looking at your watch you politely replied, “no worries, plus if I rush a bit, I can catch the last bus home so please don’t bother.”
Jeonghan looked bummed at this, but he was obliged nonetheless as he knew you to be an introverted lady and he did not want to make you uncomfortable.
--
The next time you and Jeonghan had a conversation, was again at a night when you both were staying at the office over time. By this time, you have become pretty comfortable with each other, not enough to hold a conversation but enough to spare a quick nod and a smile while passing by each other’s cubicles.
He was done with the day’s work and was about to leave the office when he noticed you hunched over your laptop looking frustratingly at your screen which showed you an open excel sheet with infinite numbers.
Feeling like he owed you the help, Jeonghan strode towards you and calmly said “let me see.”
Jumping in shock you looked at him and replied, “oh no don’t bother I can figure it out you should go home it’s pretty late you know.”
Tsking at your reply he grabbed a chair to sit beside you while saying “it’s only fair, you helped me out so I should help you now.”
You let him, in actuality you needed that little help from him, the data entries were annoying you and you absolutely did not like it one bit.
Just like that time passed by again resulting in the clock to show that it was quarter past one by the time you both were done.
This time though Jeonghan shut down all your protests to go about his own way and your reluctance to inconvenience him with a simple “it’s pretty late and I won’t let you get followed by some creeps on the road plus the last bus is gone anyways so you are coming with me.”
On the way he stopped at a convenience store to get some dinner for you both and you devoured your ramen while chatting with him.
You both were pretty similar, in some cases for example you both had this extreme love for Legos that existed beyond measurable amounts, both of you loved your pets to death, albeit his was a rock and yours was a cat, but as he said “we don’t discriminate peoples pets here, they can have what they want to but given its legal and safe for the pet.”
On the other hand, Jeonghan liked you too, he was happy he could be the first one to break your shell to meet the real you and he was proud of this. It was close to an achievement for him.
--
“Han like this new chick in his office.”
Joshua loudly announced to the group of boys sprawled in his living room one evening. Jeonghan’s friends had come to his house to hang out and to get drunk out of their wits to forget the stress of the tedious weekend they had. They were all friends from college, now working jobs in the most contrasting industries ever like Seungcheol was the manager for their states football club and Soonyoung was a choreographer working with famous celebrities, Hansol on the other hand was the proud of a pet shelter and the one and only Joshua was an English history professor who most days worked overtime at the university. But at the end of the day, they were all the loud and obnoxious assholes he knew and loved from his younger days, and nothing could compare to that.
“Really you never told us about this one hyung?” Mingyu enquires.
“Nah she is just a new hire at the office, does not like talking to people at all. She is more antisocial than Wonwoo’s ass.”
“Really now, antisocial?” Seungcheol enquires, not missing Jeonghan’s defensive tone.
“Yes, Cheol antisocial, plus I don’t even know her enough,” the male says while rolling his eyes at his friends interest with you.
“Maybe you could talk to her and get her out of her shell, you are a pretty good mediator in our group I think you could do that,” pipes up the ever so benevolent Seokmin.
“Yes, you could,” Seungcheol joins him smirking a bit.
Now thoroughly annoyed Jeonghan exclaims “no I cannot. The only way someone can get that stuck up bitch out of her shell will be fucking her or something and I do not want to do so!”
“What if I pay you, will you do it then,” Seungcheol says still smirking.
“Do what?”
“Fuck her enough to get her out of her shell.”
The whole room goes silent at that statement.
“Hyung, I don’t think it’s right,” the youngest of them, Chan, suddenly speaks.
“Yes, its morally incorrect man,” Jeonghan agrees.
“I will pay you, plus life is pretty boring. This will give us something to talk about for at least the next year,” the oldest explains still smiling a bit.
“I agree with the others, its emotionally taxing and nothing good will come out of doing something like this man, plus what are we teenagers making bets about emotionally harming others?” Joshua says.
“Jeonghan, you do it and I will give you a thousand bucks,” the oldest says calmly. At the same time all the men in the room let out an exasperated sigh, knowing there is no winning with this stubborn man, while hoping silently that Jeonghan does not succumb to the greed.
But alas they were wrong, so wrong. An amount that lucrative will only be passed by a fool and Jeonghan was no such thing. He stood up from his place at the loveseat and confidently strode over to Seungcheol.
“You better keep your fucking word,” he says while shaking the older man’s hand.
While Seungcheol smiles and says, “you know what you complete the bet within the next six month I’ll give you a five thousand and if you don’t end up doing it, you gotta pay me pal.”
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After that evening with his friends, Jeonghan was pretty stressed, because why should he not be? Making you sleep with him is hard enough, but making a situationship out of it sounds even harder. Now he thoroughly regrets accepting the bet.
You on the other hand are pretty happy and quiet as you often are. Very much unaware of his internal turmoil, as you keep talking excitedly about the new Lego death star you bought.
Yes, you and Jeonghan have bonded quite a bit these past few days, he likes spending time with you too, and so do you. It is a nice and comfortable friendship you both have built, and you like it.
“Why don’t you let me come to your place this weekend, and we can build the set together. We can get takeout later too,” he suddenly speaks up shocking you with such forward proposition.
“Well only if you want to though no pressure, it’s just that I really wanted to build the death star and was planning to buy it but like couldn’t make enough time to do –”
“Sure, you can come,” you speak up stopping his nervous rant.
“Are you sure?” Jeonghan asks just to make sure he heard it correctly.
“Yes, I am, it will be fun to build the Lego set together,” you say smiling.
“Yes, it would be, but like are you really sure,” he says again to make sure he is really not hard at hearing.
“Jeonghan if you ask me once again, I will take back what I just said.”
This makes him stop talking at all and he proceeds to show you his beautiful smile, making you feel a bit giddy inside.
“So, I will come this Saturday and we shall make the death star cuz we can,” he sings, making you bark out a laugh at him.
Little do you know you just poured a cool bucket of water on the burning flames on anxiety inside Jeonghan’s brain and he is extremely happy about that.
--
The next Saturday comes rolls in slowly, the tedious and boring week is over, and it is time for self-care and a lot of friendship building activities or that’s what you thought.
The man was mad and when you say mad you mean it. The Lego making only lasted for like two hours before he had hidden all the pieces of the part that you were making, resulting you to search for them all over the house. Moreover, after diligently searching and finding nothing, you had given up when he had produced all those pieces from his pockets shocking you to the core.
This little stunt had made you force him to pay for the takeout and when you were both fed and watered, he had proposed a game of chess. Only problem, you never knew one could cheat in this game too. He moved the pieces wrong.
Result. You both had the pettiest fight ever wherein the man with all his might tried to convince you that the rook was indeed supposed to move diagonally.
“You don’t understand, that is how the game is played. Are you sure you ever played this before?” he had asked.
“Hani you are wrong, please the rook never in its whole life moved diagonally, it always moved straight.”
“Maybe that is what your problem is, you are so uptight, you refuse to accept the differences in our opinions!”
“Oh, now I'm uptight, you are only being this difficult cuz you are losing!”
“I wouldn’t if you let me play the rook diagonally.”
“But that is not how it is played! Why don’t you—"
All your rants stop just like that, it took you at least five business days to actually realize that Jeonghan had kissed you. But once you got over that shock, you closed your eyes and moved your lips along with his.
Jeonghan, thoroughly exasperated by your intense argument, impulsively sought to quiet you by placing a soft, lingering kiss on your plump lips. Almost immediately, regret washed over him as he feared he had acted rashly at the worst possible moment. Mentally preparing to distance himself from you for the rest of your time together, he was taken aback when you reciprocated the kiss, instantly dissolving all his worries and leaving him pleasantly surprised.
You broke the kiss to take a breath, both looking visibly flustered.
“Do you want to stay the night, or do you want to go?” you asked him while looking at him with your sparkling eyes, making Jeonghan want to glue his ass to your house, but he being the gentleman he was declined the offer.
“I would really like to take you out on a date. As I really like you, so I won’t spoil my chances with you by staying tonight.”
To say you were surprised would be an understatement. You always thought of the man to be a Casanova, so the idea of him taking you on a date while simultaneously insinuating that he won’t take any harsh steps with you was a nice little change and you were all for it.
--
It was all smooth sailing after that.
Jeonghan took you to an amusement park for the date next Sunday and oh boy did you enjoy yourself to the fullest.
Both of you had the time of your lives. Making sure to go on every ride, play every game and eating every junk you found there. By the end of it you were visibly exhausted and elated with how the day went.
The following day you were visibly happier in the office and even had a small conversation with one of your coworkers.
This went on for the following month, with each and every date you opened up to Jeonghan more and more, and so did he.
He loved spending time with you and vice versa. It was during your regular Friday movie nights, a ritual you both had established as you both liked watching movies and bonded while talking about them, when Jeonghan absolutely bored with the movie scooted a bit too close to you in hopes of gaining your attention by annoying you, a typical Jeonghan move. When you both ended up making love on the couch.
This was only the start of a lot of escapades you would have with the man.
After that one night, Jeonghan was all over you at all times. Be it at the office or be it at home he was with you or texting you all the time. Your nights were now filled with heavy make outs and intense love making sessions.
Everybody at the office knew about you both. On top of that you were more extroverted than ever. You even went out with your coworkers for an office dinner. Somehow, Jeonghan was praised for the change he brought in you, and like his ‘kind’ self, he declined all those compliments with a gracious smile.
He didn’t like to say it out loud, but he liked your changed self, more than your reserved one. Plus, he also took credit for the change, but it’s not like he would tell you that anytime soon.
--
It was almost five months into dating Jeonghan, when he asked you to meet his friends. You knew he had a very loyal group of friends and you had never met them before. On the contrary Jeonghan had met your one and only best friend within only three months of dating. In the most best friend manner, the lady has hated his ass the whole-time side eyeing him constantly and leaving petty remarks here and there. But that night she had called you and told you something she didn’t ever say for any of your boyfriends “I can see he loves you a lot. For the first time you chose the correct guy.”
Getting your strict best friend to like Jeonghan was like clearing the first hurdle of your relation. For the first time, you were proud of your choice in men and especially your boyfriend.
“Oh, I would love to meet them, but would they like me,” you were rightfully concerned about the boys liking you. As much as you were independent, you would like to gain the approval of your boyfriend’s friends like any girlfriend.
“They are dorks through and through, they will love, don’t worry” he had said while kissing your forehead to calm you down.
“Plus, you will fit right in, they are nice people,” he later added.
--
That evening, Jeonghan had taken you to the Korean BBQ place downtown where they all were meeting. The night had started rocky but within an hour you were having fun with Mingyu and Seokmin, all worries forgotten. Jeonghan had looked at you with pride blooming in his chest with how happy you looked with his friends, enjoying yourself.
It seems that all the twelve of them had liked you a lot saying you were the perfect partner for Jeonghan, someone who could ground him at the same time let him be himself.
The BBQ party came to an end, but the boys still had a lot of energy, so they went to the karaoke next taking both you and Jeonghan with them. Although you were thoroughly exhausted, you had complied to go, seeing Jeonghan have so much fun was a sight you didn’t want to miss.
You had gone to the bathroom the first thing right after reaching the karaoke place, to wake you up and also to do your business. Seungkwan had accompanied you claiming, “all that soju and walking has made my bladder shake like never before!” it’s not a lie though, they did drink like it will be the last time they ever get to drink.
As you came out of the restroom, Seungkwan gave you a kind smile and said “I have never seen Jeonghan this happy before, not even with us. I'm sure he likes you a lot.”
Smiling at him you said, “I think I love him; I have not said that to him yet, but I really think I do.”
With a sassy ‘good for you’ from the one and only Boo, you both made your way to the room that your group had booked.
As you reached closer, you could hear all the boys talking to each other.
“I approve, she is an angel, she even consoled Soon when he cried” said one of them making you smile a bit. By this time Seungkwan had stopped with you too eavesdropping on his friends as he is as dramatic as one can be.
“She is nothing like what you described her to be you know, she is nice and kind and far from being stuck up,” someone else said.
“Nah she is not, that stuck up once you get to know her, contrary to that she is very cheery and I like her you know,” Jeonghan had replied making you feel extra giddy inside.
“Hey bro if you like her that much maybe we should call off the deal we made, I see how much you like her and if you ask me, I will say she is a keeper,” with this statement, a silence washed over the whole group. You looked at Seungkwan to understand what was happening, but the man refused to look at you still stubbornly pretending to listen to the conversation.
“I said I like her, not like her enough to let go of the five thousand you offered” you suddenly heard Jeonghan speak making you even more confused about the whole ordeal.
“I think you will regret it you let her go hyung,” Seokmin suddenly said with a very somber tone generating a lot of assertive noises from the group.
“She won’t bring me five thousand, plus I fucked her got into a relationship with her and made her the fun-loving bitch she is now. It was a tedious process, but I completed my work, so I deserve the money.”
It was hard hearing the man you loved so much make such a degrading comment. At this point you were shaking with emotions so much that even Seungkwan who refused to look at you during this whole time, had to hold you steady.
“Did you know about this,” you asked him.
The boy with his eyes downcast just nodded his head.
“I won’t even ask you why you didn’t tell me about it, I get it you are his friend makes sense.”
“Hey none of us wanted him to do anything like this, but your Jeonghan is unstoppable sometimes and about the wrong things.”
“I think I should get going, I’ve heard enough.”
“Hey y/n we like you a lot, so please stay in contact with us later, no matter what your verdict is,” the younger man pleaded with glistening eyes, making you almost accept the request out of pity.
You ignored everyone and strode into the room bustling with men, heading straight for the couch. Without hesitation, you grabbed your bag and, as you walked out, approached Jeonghan and delivered a firm slap to his face. "We're done," you declared before exiting the room without glancing at anyone else.
--
The minute you had left, Jeonghan felt his life crashing down on him. The looks of disapproval from his friends and the pure disappointment that radiated off you caught him off guard. He had thought he could get out of it with both the girl and the money, but suddenly he realized he didn’t even need the said money, he only needed you. The weight of his words came to haunt me as soon as he had spoken them.
He immediately attempted to follow you but was stopped by Seungkwan, “did you see her face, if you follow her now, she will resent you more. Not like you don’t deserve it, but you are still my friend.”
The tone of his voice showed how much he was upset with Jeonghan. So much so that the younger male could not even look at his face.
“You are my hyung, but you know what I like her more, never have I ever thought you would do something like this,” he continued, “I hope she never forgives you.”
Hearing that Jeonghan couldn’t control himself and punched Seungkwan and a fight broke out. The boys trying their best to resolve it.
“It’s already a mess, can you both stop making it worse!” Mingyu said as Seungkwan punched Jeonghan back square on the jaw.
“Tell that shit to not meddle in my business then” comes Jeonghan’s voice.
“Maybe if you didn’t break her heart I wouldn’t, she was a fucking nice person,” Seungkwan shouted back as Mingyu dragged him out.
The night was ruined, and it was all because of Jeonghan.
--
That night you came home and cried your heart out ignoring all the calls from Jeonghan and the other boys, with whom you had exchanged numbers during the hangout. Thankfully, it was a Sunday the next day, so you didn’t have to look at the man who broke your heart, but it pained you so much to even move a muscle. It was like your heart was ripped out of your body. The pain was immeasurable.
There were at least a hundred missed calls on your phone and thirty of them from all of the boys. Your best friend come to your place that Sunday and tried her best to console a sad you, but nothing could stop you from beating yourself up for trusting a man like him. it’s true you loved him, and you regrated doing so, you didn’t blame Jeonghan for breaking your heart, you blamed yourself for being weak enough for you to let Jeonghan do so to you, for letting the man step all over you like you were a piece of trash that had no place in the normal world. The degrading things that he had said about you kept echoing in your ears, making it hard for you to think of anything else.
It was like you had forgotten all about your vow to never let anyone step over you and take away a piece of you from yourself. You were so hurt that you refused to see Jeonghan at all. So, on the next Monday you asked your HR for a weeklong leave and the kind lady obliged owing to your stellar performance at your department.
You turned off your phone that week and went to stay with you friend as the house was too lonely for you and the more you stayed there, the more you felt the memories of you and Jeonghan coming to haunt you.
--
On that Monday, Jeonghan woke up with a newfound determination. He was resolved to confront you and explain that his hurtful words from that night stemmed from his own inability to accept his feelings. He believed that once he clarified his side of the story, your compassionate nature would lead you to forgive him. He was even prepared to humble himself, willing to beg for your forgiveness if necessary. However, fate intervened when he discovered you had taken a week-long leave from the office.
The realization of consequences hit him suddenly. Yes, he understood the gravity of his actions, but he was willing to face any repercussions if it meant having you back in his arms. Anything seemed bearable compared to the thought of losing you.
By Wednesday, Jeonghan found himself standing at your doorstep, desperately knocking, hoping to speak with you. To his dismay, a neighbor informed him that you had been absent since Monday. His heart sank realizing he had missed his chance to reconcile with you.
He had made a solemn vow to himself that he would reach out to you no matter what obstacles lay in his path, willing to go to any lengths to make amends. However, he now realized the depth of his mistake. Reflecting on his actions, he understood that he should have heeded the advice of his friends earlier, but it was too late for regrets.
Jeonghan's determination to win you back consumed him. He felt a deep pang of regret for not acting sooner and for failing to appreciate the warnings from his friends. Now, facing the reality of your absence, he grappled with the weight of his impulsive behavior.
In the days that followed, Jeonghan resolved to wait patiently for your return, determined to seize any opportunity to make things right. He hoped against hope that he hadn't irreparably damaged the bond between you. Each passing day without you served as a sobering reminder of the importance of listening to his instincts and valuing the counsel of those who cared about him.
--
The next week you opened your phone to see it has blown up with Jeonghan’s messages and there were a few from Seungkwan asking you if you are okay and telling you that he had punched Jeonghan for being an asshole to you and that most of the people didn’t agree with Jeonghan’s antics but its hard to stop Jeonghan when is like that.
Taking pity of the boy you and answered him accepting his apology and telling him you were happy that he punched the guy.
His answer came immediately, saying he was happy that there is no bad blood among you two and he prefers you more than Jeonghan anyways making you laugh at his cuteness.
When you returned back to the office, the first thing you did was hand them your resignation letter. The next thing on your list was avoid Jeonghan till you leave work, at which you were pretty successful.
And just like that you were done with your time in the office and were moving onto another job before Jeonghan could even get hold of you.
--
Its has been three years since and life had never been better. You became friends with Seungkwan, Seokmin and Soonyoung immediately. You four hangout quite frequently. The three younger men like you a lot too. It’s a strong bond you have created with them. If anyone asks you would say the only good thing that came from your ex was the friends you made while with him.
On top of that you also have been in a relation with a man who treats you right and loves you to death. Its like you have at last reached the light at the end of the tunnel.
--
Jeonghan on the other hand drowned himself in work after you left, the man tried his best to forget your existence and was very thankful his work helped him do so. But whenever he was out with his friends he couldn’t stop himself from asking about you and always he got the same answer of ‘none of your fucking business’ from Seungkwan.
But it was different this time, it was the ever so kind Seokmin who answered him.
“Hyung she moved on, and you should too.” Hearing that he stood up, he didn’t know why. Would he go to your house and beg for your forgiveness again or will he call you while asking you to give him another chance?
Truth to be told, he didn’t know.
“Hyung please don’t mess this up for her. She is happy,” Seokmin spoke up again, kindly holding his hand to pull him down back onto his seat. It felt like Jeonghan’s life has come crashing down on him once again. One lone tear left his eye, too embarrassed to cry in front of his friends, he puts up a happy front while saying “of course Seok, I would do nothing to hurt her.”
All his friends looked at the man in pity, hoping that faith was kinder to him. but they couldn’t deny that he single handedly destroyed his life either. He was still their friend and he deserved to be happy to but so did you. The man sat in silence for some time till Joshua loudly declared he wanted to go to the arcade and all the others enthusiastically agreed, happy about the distraction.
That is when Jeonghan realized life has gone on and not stopped for anyone, the time he was supposed to seize his moment has passed and it wont ever come back. He now has to live his life without the presence of one of the most precious thing he ever had the privilege to possess, your love.
a/n 3: thank you all for reading !!
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DESCRIPTION ᝰ He was the worst of worse, how could anyone love him? Such a cold-hearted kid yet you were forced to sit next to him and as a Ravenclaw, it didn’t do you justice that all Jeonghan did was throw insults and act like a total jerk
WARNINGS ᝰ kinda enemies to lovers / dislike to like, deskmates ravenclaw!reader x slytherin!jeonghan
PAIRING ᝰ yoon jeonghan x fem!reader
WORD COUNT ᝰ 25.3k
“Yo, Y/NNNN~! Dap me up!” a too-familiar Gryffindor shrieked, hand outstretched. You narrowed your eyes down at the boy upon recognition, questioning what went down for him to be so enthusiastic in the rise of aurora.
You dapped him up anyways. Because if anything, Soonyoung was your beloved friend.
“What happened to you?”
“Huh? Nothing. Where’s your little boyfriend? Isn’t he always scurrying around you?” the boy asked, leaning oh-so-casually against the doorframe of the classroom.
“He’s literally twice your size, Soonyoung. Don’t go around calling Mingyu ‘little’,” you stated defensively, pushing through Soonyoung’s shoulder roughly to enter the DADA classroom. The over-energetic Gryffindor followed you in, a grin smacked right on his face.
“Sure. You still won’t admit that you have a thing for younger men.” he smiled.
“Come on, Soonyoung, He’s in fifth year.” It was usual for you that people would discuss the age difference between you and your honey badger boyfriend. Not that it was a bad thing, you didn’t take it as a bad thing, seeing that the age gap wasn’t illegal as such.
He was sixteen and you were sixteen, turning seventeen. So technically, you were the same age still until you were to turn seventeen in a few months time.
“He could be a younger brother,” Soonyoung said to you, not letting it go.
“You could mind your own business.”
“He could quit his Quidditch team and let us have the Quidditch Cup this year.”
You rolled your eyes, striving to find a good seat in the classroom. It didn’t support you that Soonyoung was all over you, bent over backwards to talk you into breaking up with Mingyu for Mingyu to be dismayed the days leading up to the finals of Quidditch. As much as you loved Soonyoung as a friend, you were not willing to put your relationship on the line for some Quidditch Cup. With the time he spent talking you into breaking up, he could spend on academics or even, Quidditch, for that matter.
“Hold on―why are there labels on the desks?” you noticed.
“I dunno, princess. Use those brainwit-thingies you Ravenclaws have,” he said, smiling at you like a little kid.
Frustration grew inside you as you collapsed your books on a random table. Your finger traced over the little white label plastered across the corner of the desk. “What’s going on? Is this some kind of prank, Soonyoung?”
“We’re having seating arrangements. I came here especially early to see your reaction,” he admitted, putting a hand on your shoulder lightly. Once again, you rejected him by shrugging him off. You grabbed your books up in an armful and sauntered the barren classroom, now on a hunt for your seat. If you were sitting at the back, you were obviously going to pick a dispute with Professor Lupin.
Though, you were sort of confused on the part in which Soonyoung said he was early to see your reaction. Why would he come especially early to see―
BANG!
Your books dropped in a brown heap on the shiny floors of the classroom. In an instant, your eyes became wide and you could sense that there wasn’t an inch of your muscle that moved for a whole second. You wanted to believe that this was a dream (oh, please let it be a dream) so badly but your intelligence proved you wrong. Squeezing your eyes shut and taking a deep breath in and out, you opened them again.
It was still there.
Soonyoung’s laughing was heard but it seemed to be in a distance as you doubled over to pick up your books. The thought of it just made your body crash with adrenalin. You placed the heavy books back on the table one by one, an unlikable feeling settling in you. And what was even more unlikable was the fact that you were so near tears that you wanted to just disappear right then.
“I’m sorry, but it’d best be a Ravenclaw than a Gryffindor.” you heard Soonyoung said, embedding a hand on your shoulder. You wanted to shrug it off, yet was partly too shocked to even conjure that thought. “And also, you’re not far from the front of the class.”
Was he seriously trying optimism with you?
“He’s going to murder me,” you whispered coldly, hands fixed on the table as you figured out what to do. Was there anything you could do about this? You were a Ravenclaw for goodness sake, you should use that knack of a brain for something at least.
“He is not! And even if he tries to, I’m here!” Soonyoung declared just as the huge doors of the classroom open flauntingly. Your knees shook, the voices registering in your mind. You had no choice. You were to sit on this table for the rest of the god damn year and live with the fact that Yoon Jeonghan was going to be next to you.
It wasn’t that you were scared―it was more that you were a mix of annoyed and shocked for the reason being you were paired up with the most obnoxious, ungrateful brat in the world. Like there was a choice in it.
You swooped into your seat, cupping your face as your elbows held themselves on the table, sighing. The dismay was plastered on your face, signed by the eyebrow furrow.
“I’m gonna go take a seat, good luck.” He looked back nervously at the door and then left to the other side of the room. You would admit that the racing of your heart was much faster than envisioned. It was not your fault.
Those Slytherins put themselves on such a high pedestal that no other house in the year level could stand up to them. So if you were irritated at them being some sort of comical in class, you couldn’t just bark at them to shut up.
And Yoon Jeonghan. He was a sick little daddy’s boy. Stacks higher than him was basically what backed him up and you’ve seen the black card in the flesh. He wasn’t to be messed with, with all those assets and a filthy rich background. So it willed you to wonder, as soon as he saw an average-classed Ravenclaw, what would be the resolution?
You would be waiting.
It took a second for the Slytherins to realise that there were labels on the table and when they did, his group of friends began looking for where their name tags would be.
You played cool on the outside, taking away the anxiety from your face and staring straight ahead as they roamed the classroom. A piece of you was idling for Jeonghan to show up next to you. Waiting with every tiny sound of the clock’s hand passing the seconds ahead of you. Until it finally happened.
“Don’t tell me you’re sitting next to me.” His voice dragged out smoothly, yet managed to release your heart to your stomach. So maybe you were a little scared, but that didn’t mean that you were going to back down…sort of?
You turned your head to the left, seeing Jeonghan standing there with his books in hand, staring you down. Acting as if you didn’t know, you cleared your throat to attain your voice. “Yeah, you’re Jeonghan?”
“Who else would ask you that question? Aren’t you a Ravenclaw? You should know this.”
You pursed your lips together and faced the front again, praying for Lupin to arrive quicker. You didn’t want to be stuck conversing with an arrogant kid.
“Answer me.”
“I don’t think there’s a reason for me to answer that as you can see clearly that I am one.”
He scoffed, setting his books down on the table before sliding into the seat next to you. You continued to sit while facing forward. You didn’t know if it explicated that you were scared but you didn’t want it to show at all.
“I can’t believe this teacher,” he muttered to himself.
“If you have a problem with the seating arrangements, you should go speak with Professor Lupin with it because―” you began while turning to him.
“I don’t have a problem with this seating arrangement dumbass, I have a problem with you,” he answered sharply, also turning around to you with disgust painted with a sneer.
“That’s literally the same thing. Maybe you should consider thinking before speaking.” you began, but were cleanly cut off along with many other classmates and Professor Lupin’s voice came booming into the classroom. The man walked to the front with his loving greetings to the gloomy class, leaving Jeonghan powerless to act towards your rude reply.
You took pride in that as the lesson began.
“Good morning, class. Good morning, Soonyoung. As you can see, I have put you in seating arrangements. Now, I’m sure you have a lot of questions and opposes. But I have a reason for this.”
No one argued, seemingly interested as to why the ex-Gryffindor wanted to put you in seating arrangements. Though he was your favourite teacher thus far, you threatened him in your head to have a good reason.
“I noticed the social hierarchy in this year level specifically, so I would like you guys to sit around different houses just to build up that friendship a little…if you have any problems with it, though. Please do come to see me after class and we can discuss it.”
After that, Lupin started his class.
Reluctantly, you focused your eyes on the teacher, following his every word and taking notes here and there. You noticed, however, Jeonghan wasn’t paying attention a tad bit. Rather he was involved in a series of comics with his friend who was placed next to your table.
They were noisy, but you tried your best to focus on Lupin’s explanations briefly overviewing the topic of Dementors stationed on the outskirts of Hogwarts, trailing like blighted ghosts. Truthfully, you hated every inch of the boy’s presence beside you, it made you want to hit him with your massive Charms textbook more than anything.
How could he just turn completely away from the teacher and talk to his friends? He was going to be behind on work, you couldn’t imagine being behind on work with your hectic schedule. It would be a nightmare.
“Okay, so for today’s homework, I want you to answer the questions for Boggarts on page 209. Unfortunately, you must complete the questions for next week’s practical, so please do, do them…”
The bell rang, dismissing the class for the next period. You stood up and packed up your books like every student in the room, pumped for Advanced Arthimacy with your best friend.
Until the Slytherin spoke up. “Where are you going?”
“My next class?” you said.
“I need to go talk to Lupin―”
“Okay, go do that?”
You knew what he was trying to get at, but stayed fooled just for the pleasure of it and the honesty that you had another class anticipating you in literal minutes.
“You’re coming with me,” he declared grandly.
“Are you twelve? No, I have a class to get to and I―”
Jeonghan’s glare hardened, cutting you off as students rushed out of the room as if on cue by him.
You didn’t agree nor did you disagree which determined being a faulty choice made by you as Jeonghan slipped out from his desk and marched to the teacher, all high n’ mighty. You gawked with resentment screwing the back of his damned blonde head. The temptation of hexing him right then was indeed a hard one to let go of.
Despite that, you did heed that it would be embarrassing if you just left like that, so you settled your books down in the forced decision and moved to the front of the classroom to stand next to Jeonghan.
Lupin was sat at the desk when he looked at the two of you with a smile. But when he regarded that neither of you had similar expressions, he outlasted seriously.
“Is there something I can do for the two of you?”
You didn’t say anything, stubbornly gazing into the window. This was in fact a Jeonghan problem, he dragged you into it when you paid no mind―news flash, you paid tons of mind, you just didn’t act it.
He talked anyways, not requiring your cooperation a slight bit. Then, what was the point of bringing you here, if he could do everything himself? “Could you change our seating arrangements? I don’t want to sit with her.”
“What do you mean by that, Mr Yoon? I can’t just change the seats without a proper reason.” Lupin replied tensely.
It was like he doomed Jeonghan.
Jeonghan was quiet, suddenly and you predicted the anger showing on his face through a glare. Lupin continued, reeling his words in a teasing manner as he explained the reason. “An affair mayhaps that happened a long time ago between the two of you? Is that why you don’t want to sit―”
Sharply turning your head back, you gawked at your professor, offended. “What are you saying, sir?!”
“Well, was it?” he smirked at you.
“No!” Jeonghan answered this time.
“It’s not, so why are you so bothered about sitting by each other a few days a week? It’s just an hour class.”
“Fine, then. I’ll sit with her,” he grumbled.
Jeonghan whipped around and stalked off, frustration evident in the way he stopped to scoop his books into his arms and left. It happened all so quick, you only had time to part your lips in astonishment. Neither did Lupin say anything to comfort the boy. It was best to leave the aggression alone anyways.
When the door slammed hard behind the bitter Slytherin, your head returned to the teacher. Your hands urgently slammed onto the wooden table, striving for some sort of explanation on your side.
“Sir, it wasn’t my idea to come to talk to you, in case you were wondering.” you defended yourself excessively.
“I know that, L/N,” He stood up from his seat. You watched as he put a hand on your shoulder like he was going to have a deep discussion with you like he was your father. Not that you had time for that. Your next class had already begun. “Slytherins have the tendency to be full of themselves sometimes. I hope you can tolerate it, it’s a Ravenclaw’s duty to assist a Slytherin to see a different perspective.”
You laughed when the thought of showing Jeonghan the stars in the sky. You didn’t know why that was the first thought that registered in your mental process out of all likely thoughts. It would never happen even if the world was ending. Him being seen around another house was a scare for him.
“Sure, Professor Lupin.” you sarcastically answered, stepping down the narrow hallway of tables to get to grab your set of books. Smilingly, you looked back at the teacher, who smiled back, as if challenging your notion of his words.
You were off to your next class, forgetting your morning encounter.
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-
“So you’re sitting next to him now?” Adora asked.
You nodded with a sigh, digits sweeping past the tethers of books in the library’s inner shelves. Your best friend got to know the tea when you met her in Advanced Arthimacy and now she was expanding the conversation, seeking to find a solution to the problem. She sank against the table behind her, considerably shocked about the chances of you being with Jeonghan out of all people.
“Ah, that’s going to be tiring,” she said, forcing herself off. The active Ravenclaw patted your head, clearly feeling sorry for you. Who wouldn’t feel sorry for you? You were going to live sadder after this.
“You know what’s worse? Lupin was so funny about it. He was teasing us when he asked for a change in the seating plan.” you continued, looking over at Adora with pain screwed in your eyes. “And after Jeonghan practically stormed out, he was like ’it’s a Ravenclaw’s duty to assist a Slytherin to see a broader perspective’.”
“Dude, what?!” she queried, tucking her silky auburn hair behind her ear. It sprung back to the sharpness of her cheek, honouring her facial features.
“I know!” you exclaimed to your best friend, furrowing your eyebrows. “It was so weird! I really don’t know what to do with this kid sitting next to me. You can literally feel it, like the Slytherin energy when he’s sitting next to you.”
“God.” she sighed. “That’s scary. I would not like that at all…but he’s kinda cute.”
There she goes with the teasing. It was what any best friend would’ve done in the situation anyways.
“True.” you agreed, seeing honesty in her words. Jeonghan’s face emitted prettiness, but the kind of prettiness that was unjust. It was structured but also soft, masculine but feminine in and you found it difficult not to ask for his skincare routine. Had he been in any other house, you most definitely would. “But still, I don’t want to be sitting next to him for the whole year. He’s going to make a fool out of me.”
She sighed, planting her hand on your shoulder. You reminisced that it was to soothe you from the fluttering thousand thoughts running around your mind. She was simply taking her duty as best friend to make things right.
“I know. Though, you are a Ravenclaw, just focus on your studies.”
She made it seem so easy.
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-
Thinking it was easy but to be there in the present and acting as if everything was tight rein seemed to be a high achieving goal you set for yourself. It was achievable, but it was the direness that made you not want to even try.
By the next DADA lesson, you sat at your arranged seat, waiting for class to start as you flicked through your notes.
“Good morning, L/N.” Lupin greeted, walking past your table.
“Morning, sir.” you greeted back, not swerving your eye contact to the man.
You were a little early for class but that solely meant more revising time for you. The night before you were stuck in a rather competitive game of chess with Jeon Wonwoo that got his whole year level staying to watch. The game was played until three am, with you winning, of course, to keep the pride of your year level.
Other than that, you made a new friend and made friends with his friend Vernon. So now, not only were you and Adora not alone together all the time, you had adorable little fifth years as friends.
“We shall begin the class, how are you lot?” Lupin asked the class. They responded as you took the sign of the fact Jeonghan wasn’t next to you. You didn’t say anything about it either. He was probably late. “L/N, where’s your deskmate?”
You glanced up at the teacher. It was painful not to get mad at him, especially when knowing that Lupin was doing it on purpose.
“I don’t know, sir. Sorry.” you apologised calmly, letting the ball of fists under the table unwind to let some air into your palm.
“Strange,” Lupin commented and then, grabbed white chalk from the chalkboard to commence the lesson. A lesson he thought would begin from there. Unfortunately not.
He was shortly interrupted by a bang which could only come from behind, indicating the double oak doors to glide open, as if on command. You gripped the fresh sight of an elephantine sea of green accented figures walking in. And the way they walked, it certainly caught you in a trance for a second. So in synch and with purpose and authority. You hadn’t seen anything like it. Lupin hadn’t said anything about it either. And when you turned back to face the teacher, there wasn’t an inkling of surprise dotted on his face.
“There you are…we were all wondering where you were.” Lupin chuckled. The Slytherin didn’t participate in his laughing. Your shivers were taken note of as the room moved severely cold. It was like there were no souls, yet thousands of eyes watching at the same time.
Instead, they scattered before entering the maze of tables and walked to their assigned seat, obviously filled with hatred for the teacher. You detected instantly it was because they couldn’t be with their friends but you also saw that some Slytherins didn’t regard anger in their face.
“We had to stay back.” the boy you recalled as Junhui, the Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, said.
A spark must have lit for Lupin because he straightened up. “Ah, yes. Is it because of the…incident?”
Jun nodded.
“What incident?” Soonyoung’s voice was as clear as a harmonised whistle and you crinkled your eyes, caught in cringe. He should have wished that moment he could have taken it back. Yet, he didn’t. He stared at the teacher, anticipating an answer.
He did get one, just not the one the poor kid was foreseeing.
“Stay in your lane, Gryffindor,” Jeonghan told him as he took the seat next to you, dropping his books in an untidy load on his table.
A heavy pit landed in your abdomen, somewhat feeling bad for the tiger but also feeling bad for yourself that Yoon Jeonghan had arrived and so dramatically, too. You didn’t commit to the acknowledgement of his arrival but minded your own business, the thought of getting called out was not a good one.
“Um, let’s speak to each other nicely in this classroom, shall we?” Lupin smiled.
You were funded with relaxation when the man once again swished and flicked, closing the double oak doors of the classroom. Then, he turned to the blackboard, beginning the class for the second time in five minutes. It was only moments before something started again. Honestly, you wanted an easy breezy class that would end with a nice finish.
Jeonghan started it.
“Tell your little boyfriend to stay away from us,” Jeonghan whispered.
You widened your eyes, shooting a side-eye at the boy. You thought he had no idea who you were. But then again, you were dating the Kim Mingyu, it came with a position of popularity dropped on your head like a crown.
You were deemed to be focussing on class, but the news flash caught you off guard. Suddenly, you found yourself needing to know what was happening with Mingyu and why he had gotten right into a web of troubles with the Slytherins. Because that was the last thing a Hufflepuff should be doing in this world. Messing with a Slytherin was bound to ruin a Hufflepuff’s reputation.
“What happened?” you whispered right back, your voice sadly biting the fact that you weren’t supposed to share curiosity around like that. You focussed on Lupin and leaned in a little so you could hear Jeonghan better.
“Your boyfriend picked a fight with Junhui after accusing the team of cheating in the last Quidditch match. Now tell me, do you think that just because we may come off intimidating, Slytherins will go as low as cheating?” It sounded like he was talking to Mingyu than his Ravenclaw deskmate and you were getting the feeling that the grudge dawdling his words were starting to follow you up. As if you were responsible.
“I’m sure he didn’t mean it.” you defended Mingyu anyways.
He was the sweetest boy you ever knew of. If Mingyu ever picked a fight, there would be a valid reason for it and when there is one, he would tell you. He hasn’t told you anything yet, so you were left to assume that there was something terribly wrong going on.
“He gave Jun a blood nose, what are you talking about?”
You glanced back at the said boy. Junhui, the brunette, was sitting a few rows back, his eyes plastered on the teacher as he scribbled down notes. Abruptly, his eyes peeled off the teacher to look at you. You turned back just as quick, not wanting to catch the Slytherin’s gaze. You heard rumours about him that were far too brutal for the average ear to even hear. For Mingyu to go pick a fight with him was unbelievable. But you had perceived the bloodstains at the edge of his nostrils. They had to mean something. Your grip tightened on your quill, feathers scrunching under your grasp.
“Why are you telling me?” you asked Jeonghan, covering the shakiness in your voice. You didn’t want to falter around him, wanting to prove that you weren’t scared of a small fight. But when you recalled the way the Slytherins walked in just before, you were beginning to trail with your own doubts and worries.
“Because you’re his girlfriend, duh. You don’t ever use your brain for a Ravenclaw.”
You flashed him a glare that made him a little startled as he backed the tiniest away. “I will converse with Mingyu after.” you stated and returned your focus back to the class.
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“Y/N, I swear! They cheated, I saw it with my own eyes!” your boyfriend exclaimed and you were sure if it weren’t for you questioning him, Mingyu would most likely be pulling on his hair.
The enthusiasm enraged the younger boy’s eyes. You cornered him near your common room entry on the fifth floor. In all your years of knowing Mingyu, you hadn’t seen him act like this before. It was fresh to your sights. “Okay, okay. Explain to me exactly what happened in the game.”
Mingyu sighed, looking to the ground. It was like he was trying to gather his words to talk to you. You recalled the previous Saturday game where Hufflepuffs were playing the Slytherins. You recalled that it wasn’t the nicest game in the world―insults were thrown at each other, physical abuse was involved in abundance that the game was about to be stopped halfway. If it wasn’t for the honey boy agreeing to play properly, the game would’ve been called off.
“Fine. I was flying around as one does and I had the Quaffle in my hand. Friggin’ Junhui smacked that Bludger right into me and I dropped it and―”
“That’s allowed, right?” you interrupted.
“It is, but here’s the thing. I was going to my goalpost because I got hit with the Bludger. That’s the rules, right? So I was in the middle of touching my goalpost when I saw, Tzuyu, their Chaser and Ace, push the ball into the hoops. That’s not allowed!”
You found the mistake. A deep disappointment ran through you. You were hoping that Jeonghan was wrong, hoping very hard but in the end, that is what the truth ended up being. “I know how Tzuyu is and are you sure she did that? I was near your goalpost and I―”
“Are you saying you don’t believe me?” Mingyu asked. “Or is it because she’s a girl and you’re taking sides with her because she’s a girl?”
He tilted his head to the left and it took everything in you not to smile at it. Mingyu was trying to stay serious about some Quidditch game and here you were, pursing your lips together in a straight line, seemingly thinking.
“No,” you answered, touching his arm comfortingly. Your eyes shined. “I was spectating by your goalpost and I even had binoculars with me. I saw Tzuyu hit that one goal only because the other boys were hogging the ball and that was the only time you went to touch the goalpost. What I don’t understand is the fact that she was so far away from the goalpost when she scored, you even saw that.”
It was Mingyu’s turn to purse his lips. His hair radiated under the light with elegance, almost. The Hufflepuff normally resonated with such bouncy behaviour, but today was the first time in a while you were seeing him act oh-so gloomy. As if you struck something you weren’t meant to. You understood immediately, your breath slightly hitching in your throat.
“I don’t know what to say…” he told you, looking at the ground.
“Don’t tell me you lied and went to pick a fight with them anyways,” you said, sounding more aggressive than you needed to. It was solely because you were praying in your heart that wasn’t the case. You didn’t want Mingyu to get on their bad sides, you cared for him that much.
“I did.” Mingyu answered you, laying his head in your shoulder with a plop. “I can’t even answer you, no wonder they didn’t believe me.”
“It was such a stupid lie.” you sighed, settling your hand in the tufts of his fluffy hair. You loved him and all, though at times, he would be so stupid, you wondered if it was humanly possible. “Why would you go and do that when there’s so much proof that she didn’t cheat?”
You were a little annoyed at the fact he lied. You were able to decipher why it angered the Slytherins too, it wasn’t fair on them.
“I don’t know, I was frustrated. You’re not going to tell me off?”
“Of course not, just don’t do it again, okay?”
“Okay…I have a Quidditch practice now, so I have to go,” he told you, looking up at you. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Sure, be safe.”
You pecked Mingyu on the lips before turning around to go to your dorms, ending the day with the calmness that you sorted the situation out.
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Only when your head hit the fluffy pillows a week later had you remembered something. You struck up immediately again, your tired eyes now as wide as an owl. Beginning to hate the way your mind worked, you stood up to your feet.
How could you forget? You were relaxing the whole day and you had the audacity to forget something as vital as that?
“You okay, Y/N?” your best friend inquired from beyond the room. She was leafing through the pages of a book, obviously tired from the way a yawn slipped through her mouth after asking.
“I said I would go get that book for Potions at the library and see? I completely forgot it.” you sighed, slipping on random slippers aggressively. You didn’t even see if you had them on right.
Adora giggled and her glance moved to the clock in the dorm. “What an idiot. Go get it quickly though, the library closes in like twenty-five minutes.”
That was sufficient to get you moving. As if there was an added force in the room, you were thrust to the door of your dorm, basically jabbing to grab the doorknob and pull aside the door. Adora’s laugh wasn’t lost in the air at your actions as you sprinted down the slim hallway where there were girls coming out and going into their dorms.
You nearly wanted to screech at all of them to get out of the way, but after discerning that it was hardly likely for you to do so, you sharpened your focus more on your way to the library. This was not easy for a Ravenclaw to do so whatsoever. Mainly when you were on the fifth floor, you had to escalade down a radical number of stairs in your pyjamas, which provoked the joints in your knees to barely stick together. Talk about disadvantage.
You were put through a rough time until you finally made it.
Accessing the library, you assuredly put your hands on your knees, breathing in and out piercingly, a punch right in your stomach. The sweat residue on your head became evidence of your hard work as you clammed for a grasp of yourself. Pushing back up, you decided to go straight into locating the book than wasting any time with your barely-jointed legs strolling.
You walked through the adventure section towards the left, before finding a table in the middle of three shelves and a comprehensive view of the lake. You were about to be distracted by the view when you skimmed your eyes back to the table, your heart almost stopping.
It had to be pure coincidence.
You stared, as did he.
The effort of running all the way to the library had doubled its results somewhat. His eyes tracked down to your feet, the book in his hand in a tight grip.
“Nice slippers.”
You looked down too and pinched your eyes shut. Please tell me I’m dreaming. No matter how hard you squeezed your eyes shut and opened them, the same vision of your dormmate’s llama slipper and your sheep one would still be below you. Shaking your head, you glanced back at the boy. He was the last person you foresaw here.
“What are you doing here?” you asked, changing. the subject. He was dressed exceptionally well, you noticed. Head to toe, clad in a nice outfit for something as plain as going to the library.
“Detention,” Jeonghan answered as you began sauntering around the area again.
“That’s stupid of me to ask,” you muttered, fingers running through the thick binds of books in a row as you turned your awareness away from him. You couldn’t forget why you came here.
Each bind came with its own texture―bamboo, silk, wood, paper and it was ascertained that each of those binds came with its own story. Soon, your fingers were brushing the wooden shelf, slowly delving into the side of the shelf and the other side.
Jeonghan’s presence simply slipped your mind like drops of quicksilver as you wandered through the quiet shelves, scanning for the title of the book. But it was nowhere to be seen. It was like you were looking for the same thing for hours and hours on end, yet came with nothing but a dead end. Surely, it was tiring you out too because you were sure that the book was here.
You had seen it before you went to have dinner and no one else in the school needs the book until your level in the latter part of the year. It didn’t fully set into you where it could be until your eyes met the authoritative figure at the counter.
You sighed and walked up to Pince, seeming very confused about the book’s whereabouts. You were hugely entwined with the fact that it had to be somewhere within the library’s walls and with your Ravenclaw knack, you weren’t far off.
Discussing the problem with the librarian, she took the big book stating all the books that have ever been borrowed in the library.
“Is it called Quick Potions, you say?” she asked, flicking through the pages. Something was telling you she was looking for the 'Q’ section to find the book’s name. And when she got nearer to the end of the book, you were told the same thing. “It has to be somewhere in here, dear. It hasn’t been checked out since last year.”
“Oh…maybe I didn’t look properly? Thanks, Madam Pince,” you said, bowing slightly to the woman.
She gave a firm smile prior to getting straight into her paperwork again. You were left with the suspicion rolling in your mind as you took another round the library, where you ascertained that you didn’t miss anything.
Nonetheless, the fact that nothing had been checked out stood out like a splinter in a knee. You looked again, skimming past Jeonghan’s table.
You shot him a brief glance, his doe eyes following the lines of the book he was reading. What was he reading anyways?
The way your body had stopped as soon as you saw the title of the book.
“Hey.”
He looked at you.
“Why do you have that book for?”
He scrunched his nose somewhat in revulsion. You gave no heed to the action as you penetrated your sights through the front cover that was strangely familiar from the start. You just never paid much attention to it, when Jeonghan was all dressed up fancy, drawing recognition away from the tattered case the book was in.
“To read, duh.” he remarked.
For all intents and purposes, you didn’t believe that. You didn’t show it, your target shifting to the book in interest.
“I need that book,” you addressed, leaning your hands on the wooden table slowly. Just as though Jeonghan was some prey of an animal you were trying to get near.
He must’ve seen the way you were looking at that book because he shrunk it back to himself a little as you looked at him. “No way. I’m having it.”
The book proved to be of such importance to you.
“Come on, Jeonghan! At least let me write some notes on it.”
“Um, no,” he stated with sass detected in his tone. “You should’ve got it before. And why do you even need it for? We don’t do this topic until later in the year.”
He was stating the obvious.
“I’m a Ravenclaw.” was the only excuse that drew from your lips.
“Right. You lot want to impress the teacher all the time.” he insulted, sounding like he was spitting his words out almost. He needed to look for the way he said things sometimes, it would come out wrong.
“Right we do.” you agreed with a firm nod. “So give me the book.”
Hope depleted your body. The boy in front of you didn’t seem to be wanting to give you the book, neither did he want to provide an explanation as to why he needed the book. Was he trying to be ahead of class, too? You didn’t know, but what you did know was there was no point trying anymore when he was so determined in his case.
“No.”
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“And then I told Wonwoo to piss off.”
“Adora, shut up. You did not!”
“You bet I did. Like, do I look the type to mess around with shit like that? Absolutely not! He had me mad mad!”
“So did you get your stuff back again or what?” you pestered her, genuinely involved in what she did with the younger students of your house.
Adora, Mingyu and you were currently walking through the busy halls of Hogwarts, striving to get to your classes. Had it been that Mingyu’s class wasn’t on the way, he wouldn’t be entwined by your link of an arm as you dragged him, chattering with your best friend. You acknowledged that he was very bored and looked over at him to see what he was doing instead of listening.
Your eyes had caught a glance of something else in the short distance.
Jeonghan was standing there, with his group of friends surrounding him in a semi-circle so they were all able to face the bustling hallway. His eyes had fleeted the conversation for a mere second, darting to make contact with you.
Your body stammered, identifying crisis at its peak. If you wanted to leave without a fight starting, you had to get yourself and Mingyu out of there immediately.
“Um,” Adora perked up.
You faced her again, realising that her line of sight was stuck at the troublemaking Slytherins. You could assume that she was worried about why you were looking at one spot only. Hating that you were so obvious with it, you looked at the girl with the intention to get away quickly. Your best friend got the message and before you knew it, you were starting to walk a little faster.
“Why are we going so fast? It’s just Monday morning.” came Mingyu’s groan.
You weren’t in a desire to hear any of it. It was your responsibility to get him into that class safely. If you weren’t doing that, what kind of girlfriend, or even, senior were you?
“Ssh, child. We’re going to your class now.”
“You did not just 'child’ me,” Mingyu complained, practically jogging at the end of his hold. Was he always such a brat? No. It must’ve been the prank that his roommates did on him that had him this grumpy in the morning. He was whining about it all morning and as much as you felt bad for him that it was the result of a bad’s night sleep, you rather Mingyu’s day not get worse.
Which meant physically flinging him into the classroom.
Adora laughed at seeing that, as well as a few other members of the younger year level.
Mingyu poked his head right out of his classroom again, furrowing his eyebrows in the slightest. “What’d you do that for?”
You put on a feverish smile on your face, acting as if you do this every day for Mingyu’s sake.
“For fun. Now, get back into your class and learn a lot. I love you, okay?” you told him.
Mingyu rolled his eyes and waved you off as if you were an embarrassing mother bidding her child to school.
“Love you too.” he muttered.
Your resisted the urge to say ‘say it louder’ and walked off with Adora, acknowledging that you had settled your boyfriend. It left some time before class actually started so you and Adora were able to almost crusade to class, now speaking more freely because there was no guy there listening in on your conversation.
The two of you entered the classroom and took seats at the far left back of the classroom where you were confirmed of being able to have your own conversation as well as easy access to notes since the board was on the left. You chatted your way through minutes as other members of the class came in as well as the teacher herself.
You almost had to bite your tongue to stop talking, just because you and Adora were having that good of a conversation. The whole class beame quiet, even the Slytherins who, fortunately, don’t stand a chance in front of McGonagall. Who does, honestly?
“I can’t believe I’m only now noticing how many classes Jeonghan and I have together,” you commented briefly as your eyes stuck to the teacher instructing.
“You don’t have that many classes with him.”
“I don’t. But it’s annoying to just see his face this early in the morning if you get what I mean.” you said.
The fear of getting caught talking in one of McGonagall classes was on your back.
“I get what you mean. It’s going to be hard now, huh?”
“It is―”
“L/N, would you come hand out these worksheets for me?” The teacher manages to instruct you.
You would admit that when she had said your last name, you felt a claw in your stomach scratching you and telling you that you had done something wrong. It wasn’t until she said her full sentence, had you calmed down a little. The shock stained your face, however, quickly erupted when you got up with a nod.
Chair skidding back, you removed yourself from the prickly gap between the table and chair and got out to the front of the classroom that had broken into a set of broken whispers here and there―the class was for once, able to talk in class.
You did your dutiful task of handing out worksheets, replying to ‘thank you’s and such for one side of the classroom. As you went along the last column, dreadfully as well, because Jeonghan and his group of friends were coming up, you felt this pit drop. Just looking at his face gave this ungrateful whirr of mush in you that you wanted to splutter out, but there was no possible way of doing so. It was so hard to describe, yet so easy to express the pain he gave.
You placed down Jeonghan’s paper on his table, sensing the silence when you did so.
What? Were you not even allowed to do your own task?
You moved away quickly because you realised that the group of Slytherins were just staring.
The class continued with the agonising pain of McGonagall’s voice deliberately getting screwed in your head. As much as you loved staying on top of your work and the satisfaction of doing so, you hated when teachers would give homework.
You left the class more burdened than you were when you came in, with your best friend complaining about the workload once again.
“It’s suffocating,” she whined.
“I hate it here.”
“Let’s run away with the Dementors. Lowkey, they’re kinda fine.”
“Girl―no, you’re kinda right.” You nodded along before the two of you bid each other a goodbye as you had different classes.
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“No, no. I stole your stuff because you stole my glasses.” Wonwoo argued affirmatively.
Vernon and you were shocked as you stared between the two quarrelling. How he had changed the story so drastically, you had no idea, but your were confirmative in your enthusiasm for it. As was Vernon who sat right opposite you.
Although Vernon and Wonwoo were juniors of yours, it didn’t seem that for a second that Wonwoo wanted it to be that way since he was starting to get out of line with his argument.
“Whatever it is, I am your senior,” Adora argued.
“Oh, so just because you’re my senior, you get special privileges of stealing my things?” Wonwoo asked.
“I did not steal them, I―”
You stuffed a spoonful of mashed potato into Adora’s mouth, causing Vernon to laugh. You smiled at him, glancing over at your best friend. “Eat. Or you’re going to be complaining about hungry you are all day and I don’t have time for that.”
Adora swallowed hard, her fists curled in her lap. You were her next target. If you didn’t notice right there, right then the absence of one of your textbooks on your concerning book pile, you would’ve been dead meat.
“Oh my God.” you gasped.
“What is it?” Wonwoo asked you.
You looked back at the three. “I totally forgot my Transfiguration textbook back at the classroom.”
Untangling yourself from the bench, you pursued into a run, not forgetting to turn a little to see your friends. “Take my stuff with you!”
And you were on a run; fleeting down the linear course of the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables where a sea of yellow and blue punctured your eyes. Students moved out of your way once they saw you running for what appeared like your life and frankly it was. You had homework that involved the presence of that textbook.
Lucky for you, McGonagall’s classroom was on the ground floor of Hogwarts, allowing students like you easy access. You scooted through some more starving students, a few fellow Ravenclaws in your sprint prior to making it to the entrance of your destination.
Oh, you felt like you had seen the light of the day when the double doors met your eyes. A soft smile of relief sculpted your face as you pushed the door just enough for you to slide through.
“Do you think it’s funny that your grades are going down, Mr Yoon?”
Your eyes caught quite the killing scene―McGonagall stationed at the front of the classroom with Jeonghan right in front of her. She seemed as if she was ridding her heart and soul out to the boy about the importance of school and you couldn’t agree less.
Yes, scold him more.
You nearly forgot that you could be seen so you quickly slid to the back of the classroom where your textbook was waiting for you like a child waiting for their parent to pick them up from kindergarten. It was like all your sweat droplets slinked back into the pores of your skin…only for them to bleed out again.
“L/N? What are you doing here?”
You looked up at the authoritative women at the front of the classroom who shot daggers at you. You stood still for a second, before trying to explain why you were in the classroom.
“Sorry, Professor. I just left my textbook in here.” You waved up the textbook.
She nodded, letting you walk freely. “Alright. You can go, then. Now, you―”
“No, Professor. She’s here to find out why I’m in here, so later she can go talk behind my back about me.”
You stopped in your tracks and rolled back around. “What? What are you talking about?”
“Yes, what is this about, Yoon?” McGonagall asked, her eyebrow raising. If she didn’t believe it, it would only cause you luck because she was such an opinionated woman.
Jeonghan sniffled. If you believed that McGonagall was not going to fall for his lies, why were you literally shaking in your shoes? Maybe because of the known fact that Slytherins tended to have their way with things.
“She’s been doing it the last few weeks and I’ve been hearing the worst rumours about myself spread around. She keeps calling me a manwh―”
“L/N, what is this?” McGonagall interrupted.
Her eyes proved that she was in a state of anger as you stood there, a textbook in hand, deadpanned. You were staring right at Jeonghan, instead of looking at your teacher because there was a part of you that was still concocting the message. He really lied to get you in trouble and for what?
“Professor, I swear to you, he’s lying! Why would I call him such a word? I don’t even know him!”
“Of course the professor will believe you.” Jeonghan looked away, enticing an effect of devastation. “Just because I’m a male and a Slytherin for that matter, I’m expected to take these words and be okay with it. But there’s always a line, Y/N. You should understand that―”
“That’s right, L/N.” McGonagall interrupted with a firm nod.
Resentment gradually rose in you as the doe eyes of Jeonghan floated to the teacher. “I feel like it’s only fair for her to serve detention too. That way she can learn from her mistakes.”
McGonagall nodded at the liar. “I think that is fair too. Furthermore, what is even more fair is that the two of you should serve detention together and sort out this issue.”
“What?” Jeonghan and you spoke out.
Your muscles felt stiff and rigid, your throat had gone dry. There was no way that you were hauled into a lie and detention with him. This was all beginning to be a little too much for you to take in.
“I said what I said, Yoon. Apologies, but I feel like this is a situation that the two of you need to make up together or come on okay terms. I hear that you are seated together for Defence Against the Dark Arts, it will be less awkward if you talk things out.” she explained carefully, looking between the two of you.
And it was like she knew everything that was going on. You were placed in a web of lies like prey for the spider. The spider being Jeonghan. You were daunting it with all your soul already, how would you be when you actually work with him?
“No, no, I don’t think―”
“That’s the final decision. Trophy Room, Wednesday night, at nine o’clock.” McGonagall stood up and swept her books into her arms magically. She was full of authorisation as she stepped down the steps from her desk before sweeping past Jeonghan. When she walked past you, she gave you a stern glare, her square glasses glimmering under the lights.
“I don’t want to hear such things coming again. You are a well-behaved student but you also need to be well-behaved when it comes to other students. Do you understand?”
As much as you wanted to tell her it was a lie, you nodded. She had too much power and was aware of it. McGonagall left the room, closing the door behind her.
Now that it was the two of you alone, you looked up at the blonde boy. He was looking at you already.
“Why the hell did you think that was okay, Jeonghan? I do not want to waste time doing detention with you and you―”
“How was I supposed to know that hag was going to give the two of us detention?” Jeonghan asked.
“She is the head of Gryffindor house. You should know that and above all, you lied about me. You don’t even know how much I wanna hex you right now.” you said, speaking in small breaths. You knew the rage hadn’t fully settled in yet.
Jeonghan didn’t seem bothered, he acted with the thought that the whole thing wasn’t his fault.
Why was he so arrogant for? Couldn’t he just be accepting of his faults? Slytherins like Jeonghan make you think that there will never be a good Slytherin again. They were all deducted of the need to tell the truth.
“Oh, shut up,” he muttered. Jeonghan walked past you, eyes seething from the looks of it. You couldn’t bring yourself to be afraid of him anymore. His cold presence meant nothing. In that moment, you just wanted to grab him by his luscious blonde hair and tug at it until it all ripped out.
Jeonghan left the classroom, leaving you in the emptiness of it. Placing the textbook on the table, a revelation opened up―you remembered something.
“Oh my God,” you muttered out of frustration.
You had a test on Thursday.
How the hell were you going to spend the night before revising when you had detention?
You hit your head with the textbook.
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“What if I just don’t show up?” you asked Adora, looking at her pitifully.
It was already Wednesday, twenty to eight and here you were, walking with your group of friends and boyfriend, dreading to see him. The last two nights ended up being full of revision because you couldn’t fully set it out over three days. Thanks to Jeonghan and his lying. You hadn’t wanted to beat someone up so badly.
He made it a point that he didn’t like you and he used that to make your life miserable. For what? Because you sat next to him in a class. You had no control over that, what were you supposed to do?
“It’s just one detention and you already know everything, babe.” Mingyu said, slinging his arm around your shoulder so casually. Even his pretty face hadn’t managed to make you comforted. “I tested you, remember?”
“Exactly.” Adora nodded, putting her hand on your head to reassure you. None of it was working.
You were scared that this one night gone would make a sacrifice.
“You’re a Ravenclaw, Y/N.” Mingyu told you. The other two juniors of yours entailed behind the two of you, quiet for their own good. You looked back at them, pitiful of yourself.
“You guys aren’t going to say anything to make me feel better?”
Wonwoo and Vernon exchanged a glance worriedly because they were put on the spot.
“Well, you’re our senior. So we don’t know what exactly to say.” Wonwoo said for the two of them as Vernon nodded along with his friend’s words. It must’ve been the fact that Mingyu was here.
Because behind closed doors, these two were the most fun you’ve known of in your life. Since Mingyu was in their year level and popular at that, it must’ve caused a margin of how much they talked. You understood that and smiled at them, despite the distasteful situation you had brought yourself into.
“Ah, babe.” Mingyu perked his head up at you, his eyes widened a little as if he remembered something.
“Yeah?”
“I-I have to be somewhere right now,” he told you urgently.
You furrowed your eyebrows wondering what it was and why he would remember it now? Like he could’ve said something about it earlier?
“Well, what is it?” you asked him.
“Um, you wouldn’t really get it now. But I’ll explain it tomorrow, okay? Good luck on your detention and test.” Mingyu quickly pecked your check, much to your distaste as you had previously mentioned your dislike towards public affection. Then, he turned around and dashed through your juniors without an apology.
You watched as the boy ran as if his life was on the line and for a second you pondered the idea if it was, then, you turned right back around, finding yourself dipped in worry and frustration once again.
“We’ve arrived,” Adora told you with a fatal sigh leaving your lips. How much you wished McGonagall would appear in front of you like a fairy and tell you that you were in luck, but there was no fairy McGonagall as you drove the doors of the Trophy Room wide open.
The dramatics of the door opening prolonged a silence that was without warning. You walked in first, the footsteps behind you reassuringly following.
He was already there.
A similar feeling of dread once again swamped inside you.
“Oh, look. You brought your stupid Ravenclaw friends with you.” Jeonghan commented, a glare that felt like it was stained on his face like turmeric to a countertop.
“You should be the last person calling them stupid.” You remarked back.
The room was silent for a second and you felt Adora’s hand on your shoulder, signalling you that your remark was a bit unexpected. You didn’t care. Watching Jeonghan’s face fall was somewhat pleasing to the eyes.
“Are you talking back to me?” Jeonghan asked.
“Yeah, I am. Because frankly, I’m starting to get sick of your rich boy attitude.”
Jeonghan didn’t say anything about it and it convinced you that you got him good. The rest of the room was quiet so you looked back at your group of friends.
“You guys can leave. I don’t want you to view this torture any longer.” You told them.
The two boys stood there for a second before Adora pushed them out. Door slamming behind them, it left only you and Jeonghan in the room and it was not the ideal environment to let two people that were on the verge of killing one another together.
Grabbing your wand out, you start to wave things out. You didn’t want to be here, neither did you want to put in the effort of cleaning up the room. The last time you checked you didn’t lie so you’re not doing the detention.
Jeonghan didn’t give you another look as he whipped out his own wand to get stuff done. The two of you were quiet with each other and there was this fine border, you saw it from the way things were going, that screamed that if someone were to talk right that second, it would break out something. Like a zit popping, an explosion that destroyed the world.
The two of you knew this deep inside and were basically playing tug-of-war in your minds, waiting for someone to say something. It was just that adrenalin rushing that made you all frustrated all over again.
“Detention with you out of all people…” Jeonghan muttered under his breath.
Your eyes darted up instantly, feeling the knot keeping the rope of sanity together break.
“You shouldn’t be complaining. If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t be here together. I hope you regret this for the rest of your life, Jeonghan. I have a test tomorrow and now thanks to you, I can’t revise for it.” you complained, lashing out a trophy from the cabinet. It flew in the air and into your hands for the cleaning spray and a wipe down to retrieve another layer of glossiness.
Jeonghan furrowed his eyebrows at you. It seemed that no one really stood up to him, so he didn’t know what to say. Though he did know that his standards and expectations were being abolished by your comebacks.
As they should be.
“You shouldn’t be talking back to me.”
He had another one coming because your mouth opened and spat facts.
“Aw, that’s literally how communication works.” you pouted, before deadpanning at it. You flew the silver trophy right back into the cabinet and got the one adjacent to it. “I think you’re the stupid one, Jeonghan.”
Jeonghan’s grip on his trophy tightened and although it was fairly dark in the room, you were capable of seeing his veins tense. Sort of like Mingyu before a game.
“Oh, you should really shut that mouth. It’s not going to do you justice.”
You didn’t care. It showed too.
“Aw, really? How? Because I really love seeing you look so mad and do absolutely nothing about it.” You teased.
Jeonghan almost shoved the golden trophy into the cabinet. It urged no new reaction from you as you were determined to defend yourself well.
“I’ll do something for real, you dumb Ravenclaw. Don’t test me.”
“Come do it, then. Don’t tell me.” you smirked proudly.
It seemed like you snapped Jeonghan’s rope of sanity because the next thing you knew, he was walking towards you.
It was then you felt like a bucket of ice water was dumped over your head―you were enlightened as to why no one messes with him.
It’s not that he’s not use to it, it’s that he doesn’t want to make the effort to go fix the situation. This is shown through his unbothered behaviour and his lazy actions. Yoon Jeonghan was feral on the inside.
But now, you weren’t sure 'feral’ was the only way to describe it. He had his wand out and everything, you were sure he was going to murder you then.
You looked around for a possible defence for yourself. There was absolutely nothing in the stone-cold room that could pitch as a defence tool rather than your own wand.
It wasn’t until Jeonghan had reached a foot to you did you let out a loud gasp. A little away from you was a metal bucket that held all the cleaning supplies that you and Jeonghan were to use the night. It was empty when Jeonghan tripped over the bucket.
Gratitude to the fact that you were only what seemed a feet away, the only falling position had was on top of you. Though you were a Ravenclaw, it was a given you were too late in moving out of the way. Jeonghan’s body clashed against yours, causing the two of you to topple over to the stone-cold floor in a disordered pile.
The menacing Slytherin had his chest right at yours, the tension circulating one that could come off contradictory from your dispute. Your heart was shaking, beating profound in your ears as you took a glance at those ravishing doe eyes, hardly inches from you.
Light from behind had shadowed his face but you knew all too well that the look on his face could only mean that…he didn’t mean for this to happen.
However, before you could even get a word out of the, well, knotted situation, the door of the trophy room opened. You were not only weighed down by Jeonghan but also, fear.
“What in the world is going on in here?!” came the stern voice of McGonagall.
It looked wrong, you admitted it, but you required to explain yourself first. Sweet Minerva didn’t delight you with a chance.
“When I said to sort things out, I did not mean this. You children are a menace to society! Up to your feet―now!”
The two of you paused. Partly because Jeonghan was still on top of you, half his body on top while his hands held his weight up and entrapped you in between him. You felt heat rush to your face.
“Up!” the Gryffindor called.
With a glare that spoke ‘it’s all your fault’, Jeonghan got to his feet, and you clambered to yours too, a pain stretching across your shoulder blade from the knockdown.
“Another detention, both of you,” she said. “You have five more minutes in here and then you can leave.”
The way the teacher had expressed herself proved that she didn’t want to hear excuses drawing from either of you.
You pressed your lips in a firm hold and nodded at the teacher. Your head was down so you couldn’t see what your fellow classmate did, so you could only imagine that he did something that was sufficient for the teacher to leave you guys in the room.
Jeonghan shifted to the back of the room where he continued with the trophies, being somewhat louder, showing his have for the detention.
You could say the same with a bit more embarrassment.
The next five minutes were the most awkward five minutes of your life.
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Fire was darting through your lips by the next afternoon, insulting everything and everyone who was in the way under your breath. You were lucky to not have DADA yet. You didn’t have it until after lunch and during lunch, you were complaining to your friends, every word dropping with no hesitation or respect for the place you were in.
“Like how do I deserve detention in the first place?” you argued.
“Wow, this is my first time seeing you bitch about a teacher,” Adora commented.
And she was quite right about that. You didn’t complain about any teacher until McGonagall’s string of stupid accusations yesterday. She didn’t give you a chance to explain, instead, she put you in another detention with him. How could you not be frustrated?
“Yeah, because it doesn’t make sense. If it was a Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff teacher, they would’ve asked what happened,” you answered, the fragility gone in your voice. You proposed the subject of Minerva McGonagall with such aggression.
The bell rang, signalling your mood to get more unsatisfactory. DADA―your favourite.
You stood up, the burden coming again. You smiled sarcastically at your friends, your boyfriend not present. It was like he disappeared overnight, you haven’t seen him all day. Neither did you care very much, you had a lot on your plate at the moment and to check his whereabouts was not the top of your priority list.
“My favourite class.” you sighed.
“Just show him you’re not going to back down like everyone else in his way and he’ll treat you like an equal.” quiet Vernon spoke.
Your glance shifted to him―everyone’s glance shifted to him. He moved uncomfortably in his seat.
“Whoa, since when did you speak like that?” Wonwoo asked in utter shock.
If you were in shock, how would Wonwoo, his friend for a long time, be? You shook your head, clearing the air so that none of you would be late to your classes.
“Thanks, Vernon. I’ll do that.”
You grabbed your books from the small coffee table that was in the middle of the seance of armchairs and then shuffled out of the library with the rest of the students that were on their way to their fifth-period classes. It was an ill-fated, but a known fact that the three of them coincidentally had a vacant period and yours was after this DADA class.
He was already there when you had walked into class, on time, rather than early because of your grudge towards the Gryffindor head. You took your seat, not endorsing him.
It went on and you were sure that the air clouded between you and Jeonghan proclaimed to the whole class. Something about them whispering about the no recognition of the other showed. It was like you wanted it to show that you weren’t going to back down from his words because you were still mad at the test.
Oh, the test.
It didn’t go well at all. But at least you answered all the questions.
“Yo, my favourite Ravenclaw. Got a quill I could borrow? Kinda lost mine on the way here.”
The point that you knew Soonyoung was too dumb to read the mood made you glare at him more.
His eyes widened a little, accentuating his adorable features. “I-I mean―”
You cut him off with a sigh, clutching the spare peacock quill and delivering it to him. He muttered gratitude before leaving, pacing quick to his seat as you had anticipated. Since Soonyoung came, you sensed a simmer down In the atmosphere.
Jeonghan broke the tense silence.
“Have you said anything to your boyfriend yet?”
“What do you mean?” You didn’t face him, you were writing on the worksheet Lupin had given out earlier in the class. You noticed that Jeonghan’s was blank. He must’ve been going through some thinking time.
“Oh, you must’ve told him about how we Slytherins are…”
“No.” you replied. “What are you talking about?”
It had to be the way you said it because Jeonghan had straightened up. You finally looked at him, blonde hair shining under the light of the classroom to find out what he was trying to tell you.
Jeonghan appeared pissed.
You continued, Vernon’s voice stuck in your head like glue.
“You have too much Slytherin pride. Do you think I would actually go run my mouth about you to everyone? Sure, I’m concerned for him and that the irrelevancy of him going to pick a fight is prominent but at the same time, I wouldn’t go talk about you to him.”
He was quiet.
You’d never seen anything like it.
From what you viewed afar, Jeonghan was the type to fight back straight away but for once, he was silent, his lips loosely closed. He was examining your face.
It still made you doubt the lingering impression of whether someone hadn’t stood up to him or was he just observing?
“And as much as I hate sitting with you, I complain more about the situation than you.” you continued.
It was a lie.
Everything that left your lips was Jeonghan this, Jeonghan that.
“Sure you do, dumbass. Now give me the answers to this.” He motioned towards his blank worksheet. What was he doing?
You sighed, furrowing your eyebrows. “You’ve been copying every single one of my worksheets, Yoon Jeonghan. Why are you asking suddenly?”
It seemed that the air was clearing. It was much to your disappointment, but you couldn’t bring yourself to make it heavy again.
A giggle left him, one that felt a little too innocent to be Jeonghan. “You noticed?”
“Yeah, I did and not only that, Lupin let me know too that our worksheets are too vaguely similar.”
He smirked. “What’s the point of doing work when I already have a sweet Ravenclaw sitting next to me doing it for me?”
The word ’sweet’ coming from him stuck longer in your head than Vernon’s encouragement.
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-
The last detention with your enemy consisted of cleaning the Charms classroom, the following week. It was evident that both you and Jeonghan just wanted to get it over and done with. And you did. Without blaming each other, without talking much.
It was like for once, things were on par with either of you and you treated each other as equals rather than wanting to rip the other’s hair out. Supposedly, you would assume that it was the class where he asked for your answers that kinda released some pressure between the two of you from the night in the Trophy Room.
McGonagall came in after everything was done and dusted to give the two of you a speech.
“I don’t want to hear any name-calling or anything else like that, you hear me?”
You didn’t suppress your eye roll. Instant regret flourished through you.
“Young lady, you did not just roll your eyes at me,” she said, fairly disturbed.
You didn’t say anything as you were meddled by Jeonghan’s laughing.
“Is this funny to you, Mr Yoon?”
“A little.”
She made an offended sound, placing her hands on her hips. Then, she shook her head. “Thank God, I don’t have the two of you anymore for detention. Off you go now.”
The two of you spun around and left the classroom, leaving the teacher in her own thoughts.
It made you wonder, what does the woman even think of besides the fact that she’s a Transfiguration teacher? Does anything that doesn’t match the solidness of a rock go through her head? It was something you were far too afraid to ask but eagerly wanted to know the answer to.
Among the silence outside the Charms classroom, you let out a heavy sigh.
Jeonghan snapped.
“Thank God, I don’t have to be doing two horrendous tasks at the same time. Cleaning is enough, but looking at your face and cleaning―”
“Why would you look at my face while cleaning?” you cleanly interrupted.
It went horribly cold.
Your eyes widened a little, realising what you said. You were tired, both of you were tired―in short, you didn’t need to say that.
“I’m going back to my dorms,” you muttered, heading down the hallway. You didn’t want to anticipate in the reaction. But before you did leave, words slipped out of your mouth that couldn’t help themselves. “Hope your bedbugs eat you alive.”
He didn’t hesitate.
“Hope both sides of your pillow are warm, love!”
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-
The next class with Jeonghan proved to be rather interesting. Besides the fact that Soonyoung came over a couple of times to ask you questions about the work, which Lupin didn’t see as he had his own errands to run during class time. You didn’t fully understand what was going on in him, he was quite tired-looking.
Almost as if a Dementor had absorbed the life out of him.
Anyways, Soonyoung came to ask another question.
“What’s the answer?”
You leaned forward to the parchment, reading to where he was pointing.
What happens when a prisoner escapes from Azkaban and what is it?
You rolled your eyes. “We just went over it, but it’s the Dementor’s Kiss. So essentially, it’s when the Dementor sucks out a person’s soul and it’s used as a sentence for those who attempt to escape Azkaban…you got that?”
You turned to Jeonghan to see him scribbling it down.
"Yup,” he muttered.
The past two times that Soonyoung came over, the Slytherin found it easy to just copy what you said aloud to the simplest questions. He wasn’t surprised you caught him in the act of doing so either.
“Thanks, Y/N!” the Gryffindor exclaimed, closing his eyes and smiling. Then, he went back to his arranged seat across the room. You looked back at your work, all finished.
Jeonghan opened a conversation, appealing to your boredom. But it wasn’t quite the expected.
“You and your boyfriend don’t seem as close anymore.”
You looked at him, his blonde locks falling perfectly near his eyes. He was really, such a beauty. “What are you talking about?”
A part of you understands what he’s getting at but the other part tells you, why is it his business?
“I just don’t see you two hanging out often anymore.”
“This bothers you because…?”
“It doesn’t.” he replied, the quill in his hand falling flat to the parchment, prior to him continuing, “Just an observation. Like I’d give a care for your life.”
You smirked. “Mhm, you sound like you are, Jeonghan.”
“You think I would just hover around a middle-class Ravenclaw girl?”
You stopped.
The words bled an unexpected pain and you could see that his face twitched a little when you paused.
“You did not just call me a middle-class girl,” you said, standing up. Your hands pushed into the wooden table as your desk chair scraped back. It alerted some members of the classroom to look at you.
“I did.” he said calmly, face not wavering from it’s blankness
Alas, his predatory pride couldn’t help but come back again.
“Jeonghan, you do realise no one likes you because of how you speak to others?! Your friends only want to be with you because of your wealth, okay? It spoiled you into thinking you have real friends and that you can make fun of other people’s financial issues. It’s seriously not cool…you should really think about how fortunate you are instead of coming at people who are less fortunate!”
You didn’t know how the words spilled out, but you were glad they did. Who had given him this much confidence? Why didn’t anyone put him into place? Jeonghan needed to understand that not everyone may have gone through the same treatment as him.
He was advantageous and as much as he did call you a middle-class girl, he didn’t have any authority of making himself look like the bigger person because of his financial issue.
Murmurs broke out subsequent to your outburst.
“Y/N, detention,” Lupin said.
“W-What?!” You yelled, your frustration yet to back down. How many teachers were just giving detention without knowing anything about the situation? It was seriously getting out of hand. “I didn’t do anything, sir. He was the one that―”
“How can you raise your voice in a quiet working environment? Do you see anyone else making noise?”
Unbelievable. There was no way people were ganging up on you, now were they?
You sat back down to your seat, Jeonghan letting out a chuckle at your misfortune. It wasn’t funny, neither was it anything close to fair.
Devising a plan in your head, it was all set to go once the bell rang. You waited. Waited until all the students left the classroom before you made your way to the front where the teacher sat. You needed to give this one a lecture, the teachers at this school were starting to get on your nerves one by one.
“Yes, Y/N?” he asked as if everything was okay and he did not just give you a detention for standing up for yourself.
“Why would you give me detention? I didn’t do anything wrong.”
Lupin laughed.
You felt humiliated at that point. It wasn’t suggested to be funny. Were you that much of a laughing stock for the world? Jeonghan, Lupin, who else?
“I know, I know. I was just playing with the two of you―it was a joke.”
You crossed your arms together, the racing heart unable to move to its original speed. “Sir, It’s not funny. I’ve already ended up with two detentions because of that boy. You’ve already put me next to him and that itself is torture, let’s just leave it at that.”
Lupin opened his mouth to speak, maybe to comfort you but you weren’t into it. Your mood was just ruined for the day. There was literally no one that could make you feel better.
You dismissed yourself from the empty classroom, a cloud parading over your head when you bumped into someone.
Seriously? Who else was going to try messing with you today?
“Dude…Mingyu!”
There he was. Your boyfriend.
Actually in person to see you.
“Hey!“
"You came at the right time. I’ve just had the worst day ever.”
“Really? Oh, I’m so sorry, babe. You’re lucky though! I came here wondering, do you wanna go on a date today?”
That in itself had made the clouds go away and a smile came onto your face. Finally, someone could make your day better than ruin it all.
“Yeah, I would really like that.”
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-
The Three Broomsticks was a common place for couples of Hogwarts to go. You discerned it whenever you would be talking to your friends that had a significant other. You would guess it was because of the mature feelings that would surround the restaurant from the decorations to the people that attended it.
You couldn’t catch first to third years there much. So when you and Mingyu went in there thanks to your more senior rights of visiting Hogsmeade late at night, you guys were feeling comfortable in the atmosphere.
“Well, look who it is, my favourite couple,” Rosemerta said, with a smile that was so big and beautiful you wouldn’t miss it for the world. She was always so optimistic, it was wondered by many how it was humanly possible. The owner pulled out her notepad and pen, “What can I get for you today?”
You glanced at Mingyu and then ordered what you wanted. He ordered his food too and the woman went away, complimenting the two of you once again.
A conversation was then taken away by Mingyu. It’s been a while since you were able to talk to the other. But that didn’t stop chaos from happening.
Mingyu’s eyes shifted to the left when he had stopped abruptly in his words.
“Uh-oh,” Mingyu whispered.
“What?” you asked, deeply hoping it wasn’t another excuse for him to leave again.
Instantly you felt the hope turn into an unquestionable rage that could rake this whole restaurant into chaos. Yoon Jeonghan and his delinquent friends were sat a table away from the two of you.
If it wasn’t for the people sitting at the table in between yours and Jeonghan’s party, you would’ve said something about it and caused chaos anyways.
What he said last time had wound buried inside you and articulated some sort of extreme hatred for him. To the point where you couldn’t bring yourself to care anymore neither could you bring yourself to want to see him ever.
It was damaging that you were stuck sitting next to him.
Time went on on your date and you did your best to ignore Jeonghan and his friends that were laughing often. It was a restaurant, had they no respect?
Soon, the people that were seated in between the two of you left and that was enough for you and Jeonghan to turn around and lock eyes immediately.
You wish you could tell him that your boyfriend did actually care for you and was close to you but due to what he said earlier, you didn’t think that would be likely of happening.
“I really don’t want them to be here,” you told the honey-badger as you looked back at him.
He nodded, understandingly as the Slytherins roared with laughter again.
“I get it. Jun keeps looking at me. It’s a little uncomfortable.” Mingyu admitted.
A little silence flew by and you opened your mouth to suggest to leave when suddenly, a splat knocked you on your shoulder. You gasped and turned to your right to see a strawberry shortcake splat right on you. Your eyes directed upwards to meet with the Slytherin boys who were laughing again.
Jeonghan was too.
“Yoon Jeonghan!” you bellowed, knowing it had to be him. It seemed as if a rope broke because of him―the only thing keeping you sane in the restaurant and he had to go ahead and destroy that. “You better come here and clean this up!”
Mingyu seized a napkin from the stack on the table, leaning over your empty plates to reach your top but you put a hand up at him, still looking at Jeonghan. He sought to avoid eye contact, but even that didn’t allow his friends from letting it go. They were thorough in teasing him, something that you pronounced of his deserving.
“Yah!” he told them, striving not to break into another stream of laughter. “You can bet on my father’s black card that I’m not going there to clean up a prissy little middle-class girl.”
The way those words rolled off his tongue felt a little too natural for your liking. The Slytherins laughed again and Jun smacked his friend on the back. “Go! You’re the one who did it! Look at how mad she is!”
“Y/N, don’t do anything you’re going to regret.” Mingyu warned you patiently. He had fear screwed in both his eyes and you found that rather annoying, seeing that he was the one that willingly went to pick a fight with them.
You had about enough of everyone right that second, that you whipped around to look at Mingyu. “Oh, shut the hell up, Mingyu. You can’t say shit when you lost the fight anyways!”
Jeonghan’s table heard.
You knew when they all went silent.
You squeezed your eyes shut when you heard them all laugh again at what you said. It was an impressed and shocked roar of laughter and agreement that went past all of them and you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at Mingyu. You did not just embarrass him in front of all those Slytherins, did you?
“No, that’s not what I meant!” you tried, but failed, shaking your head. “Yoon Jeonghan, come clean this up.”
“No―”
“Yeah, Jeonghan.”
“Go clean it up, Jeonghan.”
“You’re the one who made the mess.”
His friends chirped him, aggravating him. But what was surprising was the random push Junhui gave him, urging him to go towards your table. Now that he was already up, he was left with no choice. Jeonghan walked towards you, surrendering.
Turning back to your seat, you waited for him to clean up his mess.
“Oohhhh~” his friends continued. They were contributing too much to this and in front of your boyfriend. You felt bad enough just looking at his face. The tips of his ears turned red and you were divulged into knowing the pain he must be experiencing because of these green-robed students.
Jeonghan’s napkins became an endless pile of cream as he wiped them off your bare shoulder. You kinda froze, letting him do his work in shame. His friends were too loud for your liking.
His fingers scraped past your bare shoulder, cool and relaxed as they touched by the off-shoulder material you were wearing. Jeonghan laughed again at something his friend from the other table.
“Shut up, Junhui!”
“Done…you act like too much of a princess for someone who wears something this cheap.” he commented. His finger casually glided into the sleeve of the material that started at your forearm and he playfully pulled it back.
A knot appeared In your stomach.
Mingyu was watching too. You looked up at Jeonghan, wanting to telepathically choke him to death.
“Go away, Jeonghan.”
He let it go, the elastic strap coolly hitting your skin again.
“Whatever you say, princess.” And he walked away to his seat.
You wanted to get up and get back at him but Mingyu reached for you over the table, in attempts of calming you down. You regretted dissing him earlier, so you took it as a way to repay him―by calming down.
“Let’s just go,” Mingyu instructed.
You nodded.
Thanks to Jeonghan, what was expected to be a perfect date became completely imperfect. In all honesty, you desired to spend as much time with Mingyu as possible, fill the long night with pleasant memories because you don’t get to see each other a lot during the week. The one time you wanted to live in a little bubble with just the two of you for a few hours was the time Jeonghan came to deflate it.
Mingyu and you weren’t quick to give up though―the two of you paid Rosemerta and walked, seeing snow fall in blankets over the ground. It was probably past eight-thirty and the coldness of the winter hugged the two of you together.
You reached for Mingyu’s arm, coincidentally, he put on his jacket. Pursing your lips together, you acted as if it never happened and decided to venture down the lone lanes of Hogsmeade.
“Where do you want to go?” he asked.
“I wanna walk around…there’s nothing much to do this late anyways,” you answered with a sigh that breathed out white smoke. Though you weren’t able to see that due to the darkness.
Mingyu and you walked along the snowy path, talking about random things as time flew. Because of the dark, you couldn’t see where you were going and soon you ended up down a small hill with a wired fence that felt a little too familiar to your liking.
“Holy, are we―”
“The Shrieking Shack.” you interrupted, seeing the other side of the fence.
It was far into the distance, yet noticeable. You didn’t mind it much, turning around to incline against the tall fence. The path back to Hogsmeade was next to you but for now, you needed to enjoy the time you had with Mingyu. Your eyes found his and you smiled, feeling the comfort that normally drew from him. Although, this time, it felt less.
You blamed it on the distance and how you couldn’t see him in the dark, but there was something about looking at his face that didn’t bring you the same satisfaction as it used to. Why? You asked yourself.
Was it a once in a while thing?
You furrowed your eyebrows as he looked over at you, hands stuffed in his pockets instead of holding you like the night was meant for. Why were you so far apart?
“Is it hard with Jeonghan?” Mingyu questioned you.
“Not just hard, I just feel so much worse when I’m with him. He’s always doing something to make the mood worse.” you said with an annoyed sigh. You did not want to be talking about him now.
All you wanted was for Mingyu to hold you, kiss you but he was just standing there and asking questions. You didn’t know how to tell him how awkward this was making it between the two of you.
“Can’t you ask the teacher to move seats?”
“I did, but he refused. Mingyu, I―”
“BOO!”
Mingyu and you both jumped, profanities leaving your lips in an instant. The hairs on your skin raised far quicker than it did when you stepped outside to come to Hogsmeade. Right on the other side of you appeared Vernon and someone else you failed to recognise. A drop of a cloak gave the answer away as to what they were doing.
“Who are you?!”
“Mingyu, calm down. It’s just Vernon,” you said, laughing. “What are you doing here? Who’s this?”
“Ah, I was bored so me and Chan decided to sneak out. But you know how fifth years aren’t supposed to go into Hogsmeade unless they’re with a senior, so we sneaked out.”
“Chan?” Your eyesight moved to the boy standing next to him and your mouth simply dropped to the ground. “The Chosen One, Lee Chan?”
“That would be me.”
“I never expected for this day to come.” you sighed, feeling your heartbeat quicken. Admittedly, it’s the quickest your heart had beaten this whole date because of Mingyu’s distance. Mingyu was also shocked as he took in the sight of the shorter boy as if succumbed in the shock.
You had another question coming for Vernon. “How about Adora? She could’ve taken you, Chan and Wonwoo.”
Vernon sighed and he rolled his eyes. “You’re not going to believe this but they were too busy studying together.”
You tilted your head in confusion.
“Wonwoo and Adora…”
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-
Every single second accumulated by the next DADA lesson made you want to hit your head on the nearest wall. The tension, Lupin talking, his fingers tapping on the table made you a ball of frustration, to say the least. You wished for it to go away.
But alas, you were stuck there, sweat sticking to your forehead in a thick layer and your legs jiggling under the table. Why was the class taking forever? Why was one simple hour taking so long to complete itself?
"―and I hope that all of you are writing this down as I speak to you?” Lupin asked, suggestively hinting that notes should be taken in the lesson. You were stress-scribbling everything he was saying, if not, repeating some of the words.
You hadn’t seen such rubbish on parchment in your life, it hurt your eyes from just looking.
“Except, Mr Yoon, of course. What makes you exceptionally different that you don’t have to be taking notes?” Lupin asked, his tone laced with sarcasm.
“I didn’t bring a quill,” Jeonghan answered.
Your eyes burned at the spare quill on top of your pile of books―the same one that Soonyoung had asked to borrow a week ago, it seems.
“Unprepared?…there’s not much we can do about it, can we?” Lupin said, strolling back and forth in a little circle. The whole class had tuned their attention towards Jeonghan, except you. You were attented to the teacher.
“Except we could ask our deskmate if we could borrow their pen.”
Your heart plunged into your stomach. It felt like the world had crumpled into you and you were the last person standing right that moment. A fake, but a tense smile passed across the features as you met a couple of glances from your classmates. They were amazed at how rough yet smartly Lupin played his cards.
The influential desire you and you would assume, Jeonghan had to play those cards right back were a slim chance, nearly none. You picked at the skin on your palm under the table, telling yourself not to fidget at the moment but it didn’t do you any justice that you were put in the spotlight.
“Fine.” Jeonghan replied to the annoying teacher, “Y/N, can I borrow your quill?”
Jeonghan took o polite voice, one that was fake as your smile previously.
“Sure, Jeonghan.” you awkwardly answered, looking at the boy daringly.
But it was that moment where you should’ve known that what hit you were a feeling quite different from what you would feel when you looked at someone you hated.
It was amazement that flooded your body for a second, taking every space inside you as you found yourself staring at his eyes. They looked the same, but you never really noticed how pretty they looked.
What the hell is going on?
Like the whole of your body went into dysfunction, you couldn’t find yourself breaking eye contact. He kept it going too. Suddenly, it didn’t matter that your class was still looking into the drama, anticipating for Jeonghan to pick up the quill from his mortal enemy’s book pile. But they would be rather startled to find that they were staring at each other, or at least you were.
You couldn’t help it. The doe-sleepy look, plus, the eye bags that stood out made you stare. It had to be the newly added eye bags that still burned with the same ember of fiery hate that made you pause that second extra.
Jeonghan’s hand roughly scrolled to the top of your book pile and picked up the peacock quill. Just as quick as it happened, it felt painfully slow. It was like time stopped for a second even. How dare he touch your quill? You saved up for it to look pretty on the pile of books you take to lessons and he just roughly grabbed you.
Wait until you roughly grab his throat.
The regret still stuck to you like super glue. You banged your head on your textbook when people left the classroom, appearing dazed at the thought of his eyes.
“What is wrong with me?” you groaned, grabbing at your scalp for some sort of moral support but none arrived. You collapsed back onto the book pile once again, left in a confusing dark.
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-
When you came to the library, you expected some quiet and peace but that was far from what you got instead. You got loudness that even Pince wasn’t able to pipe down and that proved to be deteriorating to your study time. You kept at it though, moving down the worksheet from Charms at a God-level speed. Your quill moved with fluidity, a smile on your face at every satisfying answer that came, until, of course, you were interrupted.
You looked up, taken aback slightly. Then, you search around and to your luck, the library was quite full and there was no other space except at your little table that had space for four.
“Are you Ravenclaws always hogging this space?” Junhui asked as he drew back the chair opposite you.
Still slightly in shock, you managed to pull in a few words, smartly. “You are stating the obvious. This is our natural habitat.”
Jun rolled his eyes, taking out the same worksheet as you from his Charms textbook. You didn’t find him to be the type to do his homework, he and Jeonghan skip classes at times.
You don’t mind him either, understanding the importance. You did your homework, proud that you were getting your stuff done today. You might go pay a visit to Mingyu if you had time to spare. So for the time being, you would just complete your homework and then―
“Do you have a crush on Jeonghan?”
The quill on your worksheet stopped writing ink bleeding through the parchment as you glanced up at the Slytherin in pure disgust. “I have a boyfriend.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
I don’t?
Why were you thinking this over?
“No, I don’t like Jeonghan. Why would I like Jeonghan out of everyone that exists?” The way Jun was asking you this―there had to be a reason. Had it been the time you were constrained to spend with his best friend or how you communicated with no chill? You were confused, yet sort of understood where he was coming from.
“You suit him, that’s all.” Jun shrugged.
You laughed. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, I’m serious.”
You shook your head and placed your quill down, demanding to know where he was coming from. “Why are you saying this all of a sudden?”
Jun sighed. “I don’t really seem the type to care about people―”
“You don’t.” you agreed.
He squinted his eyes sarcastically at you and continued with what he was saying, his finger swiping across one of your many books set on the table. “We grew up together, I know what’s best for him and I think rather than having a girl that wants his money, he should have someone smart and to keep him grounded.”
To say you were shocked that Junhui would be saying this was the least―you were mortified. The brunette didn’t give any type of sentiment as long as you’ve been in his residence. It was rather aggression that Jun designated towards others and now you felt sort of enlightened and shocked you were perceiving this side of him. Although, you felt the uncomfortable aspect of it too. You didn’t expect him to pour out his feelings like that.
“What are you telling me to do? Break up with my boyfriend?” you said, trying to make a joke out of it.
He was serious though. The boy didn’t falter from his point of view. He shrugged.
“Look, I―” you began, but was intervened by him.
Junhui locked eyes with you and you felt the seriousness coming from those half-closed eyes. “It might be because we’re in completely different houses. But if a Slytherin were to choose which house they would want to be acquainted with, it’s most definitely Ravenclaw…it’s just my opinion.”
You nodded, looking back at your work, trailing over the many answers. You were reminded about how Jeonghan would copy your homework last minute nearly every lesson and you wouldn’t have a choice but to let him because you didn’t want a fight to start in class.
“I respect your opinion and I really wish I could help you right now but I think you understand the situation yourself.” you smiled. And instead of making a joke out of it, you tried to comfort Junhui out of it.
They were really close to each other. Talk about bro-code.
“Jun? What are you doing here with her?” All your tension was back. This is why the two of you shouldn’t be together.
“Shut up, Jeonghan.” you told him, looking over at him. He was standing behind Jun’s chair as Jun stayed quiet, not responding to your fights. He’s never been that way between you and Jeonghan and you realised at that moment, this was the reason. He wanted the two of you to be together.
If he was going as far as desiring another girl for his best friend who was from another house, it genuinely showed how much he cared for Jeonghan. It reminded you of you and Adora―how you would do anything for each other.
It kind of comforted you knowing they were close like that.
“Say, you’ve gotten a little too much these days for a Ravenclaw,” he commented harshly. You noticed no use of the 'middle-class girl’.
You rolled your eyes. “You’ve gotten too prideful of yourself if you think I’m just going to let you be rude to me.”
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-
DADA was starting to become boring.
Lupin didn’t give any extensions for the inquisitive Ravenclaws, explaining that you didn’t need it. You tried to look for more extensions but truth be told, you’ve done everything possible for the topic. So by the next lesson, you were just sitting there with nothing to do.
Reading random things in your textbook didn’t dare give the same fulfilment as doing actual work on the things you reviewed.
“Hey, give me the answer to this question.”
Looking over a little above your book, you whispered harshly: “The answer is B. Stop asking me.”
“It doesn’t matter how many times I ask, your smartass always answers.” he chuckled quietly. You rolled your eyes and paid attention to your book, wanting to doubt the false accusations but they weren’t false accusations if you thought about it yourself. You gave him the answer regardless.
“You’re late, Junhui!” Lupin called, the boy entering the classroom.
Nothing new, you noted.
“I was held back by Professor Snape.” Jun excused, his footsteps echoing the quiet classroom.
He’s always held back by Snape. You were starting to think it was a little lie he would implore whenever he came to class late. But who would know? Snape always defended the Slytherins.
You felt a small shift from your side, you looked over. Junhui had sneaked over when Lupin returned his shift to his papers on his desk. Jun bent down beside Jeonghan’s table, locking eyes with you for a second, before going by his best friend’s ear and muttering something. You didn’t trouble yourself trying to listen, flicking through the pages of your book for something you haven’t read yet.
However, the definite: “What?” coming from Jeonghan reached you.
You minded your own business, grasping the boy would make a fuss if you didn’t. But the whispering became more jarring.
“I’m sorry.” you heard Junhui. Did they mess something up? Your mind wandered anyways.
“Just…go back to your seat,” Jeonghan instructed his best friend.
The next few moments were sat in silence. You couldn’t help but think something had gone wrong because the silence between the two of you was so awkward, unlike how it would be most of the time. It made you realise your talking terms with the Slytherin. If it wasn’t something serious Jun had said to him, he would be back to bother you for answers but Jeonghan hadn’t touched his quill.
“I’m redoing the roll since some of you came late to class. Soonyoung?”
“Junhui? Just arrived…Shawn? No…? Jeonghan?”
He didn’t answer.
“Jeonghan? I swear I saw him today―”
With no substitute, you nudged Jeonghan with your elbow without looking at him.
“Oh, here,” he said, passively. Something was wrong for sure.
The roll finished soon and Lupin was back at his table, seemingly marking tests as the students did their work. But Jeonghan hadn’t touched his quill. You were concerned and it worried you too much to concentrate on your reading.
Finally, you put a hand on his arm. “Hey…you good?”
Jeonghan shoved your hand away firmly. Your eyes widened at the reaction and you hesitantly looked over. You had to arrest the gasp coming halfway up your throat to prevent a murder from happening within the walls of the DADA classroom.
There was no way you were witnessing this yourself.
Jeonghan had his head hanging low, but even then, you could see it yourself. The tears.
They were rolling down in heavy beads, almost not seen.
What were you supposed to do?
You already made it awkward by freezing upon their existence. It was literally like a slap in the face as your eyes enlarged. Another side of you softened.
Jun must’ve told him something that happened at home. How? You didn’t know yet, but you felt as if it was critical that Jeonghan was okay.
“I got you, okay?” you said softly, routing out your wand and bringing over the tissue box at the front desk of the class. Then, with the brilliant wits of your Ravenclaw self, you pulled out a bunch of tissues and stuffed them with no hesitance on Jeonghan’s face. He shot you a glare from half his face and red eyes but you only nodded at him in reassurance. He took the tissues from your wand’s grip and tousled them onto his face like you instructed through the nod.
You put a hand on his shoulder and got up, shouting. “Professor! Jeonghan’s got a bloody nose!”
Lupin stood up quick to see the ‘pitiful’ boy beside you that supposedly had a bloody nose. “Go to the infirmary quickly! I don’t want any bloody kids in my class!”
You nodded and patted Jeonghan with the same hand and the other hand to motion him off his seat. Whispers broke out in the classroom, Lupin dismissing them. “Don’t fret. It’s just a bloody nose.”
“You were the one that was worrying, sir.” Soonyoung teased, tending at the teacher.
You pronounced yourself grateful as you crossed over Jeonghan’s chair and followed him to the exit of the classroom. You got to see Lupin’s face that was dying of hesitance as the class broke out into merriment. He hadn’t known how to respond to Soonyoung’s facts.
You rolled around just in time to see Jeonghan disappear through the doors and hurried to accompany him. Your smile disappeared as quick as it came. Outside the classroom, you found him walking ahead, soft sniffles emitting from the poor boy. Still having no inkling what happened, you dashed forwards to be by his side.
You knew you weren’t meant to be the person comforting him. In fact, you would be the last on his list. So, why this? You couldn’t help seeing him cry like that for some reason.
The sensitiveness that emptied the Slytherin was difficult to see.
You stayed withdrawn by his side, letting him morph himself into the bundle of tissues provided in his favour. Your hands crossed in front of you, fidgeting slightly to foresee how things will turn out.
“Why’d you take me out?” Jeonghan asked as you turned around the corners in the hallway.
“I was just worried. Didn’t want to ruin your rep or anything.”
Jeonghan lifted his face slightly from the tissues and looked over at you, seemingly scanning your face. And then, he was back at the tissues. “Like you would care about that.”
He stopped walking, taking a rest at a wall. His shoulder dug into the solidness as he peered down, refusing to look at you. You sighed, being patient with him. The solitary excuse he had was that he was crying, you were going to respect that this time. “Hey Jeonghan, news flash. Not everyone is like you, okay?
He didn’t say anything. Alternatively, he let the quietness coiled itself into the conversation. Jeonghan sniffled a little, his nose growing a rosy pink. Whatever it was that was going on, there was an intimation of curiosity running in your body to know what it was that made the great rich boy, cry.
It only took time for him to reveal it himself.
“…my dog just passed away…”
Once more, you were submerged into astonishment. Your lips parted to say your apologies and pay immediate respects but he cut you off, looking at you fiercely. Tears were at the brim of pouring again.
“And if you’re looking at me like I’m weak or something, don’t even because―”
“I’m not,” you answered. “How does Junhui know though?”
He let out a sigh, the force in his face releasing. Neither of you suspected to be here at such a depressing time but here you were.
“I didn’t open any letters from my family the last few days. So Junhui’s mum told him to tell me.”
You nodded inaudibly and then slinked down the walls. Jeonghan gazed at you weirdly. You just patted the spot next to you. He wasn’t going to have it if you were all generously comforting him, he wanted to be treated like an equal because to him, you were merely a scum. You recognised that Jeonghan didn’t want to be treated nicely by ‘scum’.
Jeonghan sat down beside you. You looked ahead at the other wall, fading in its colour of beige. The embers of torchlight shone amongst the cloudy hallway with its breaks of windows and walls. You felt like you could feel the heat from those torches, but it wasn’t exactly the case. It was rather the distance between you and Jeonghan that you were met with.
“Cry it out,” you told Jeonghan. “I’m not going to judge you.”
He stared at you, asking with his eyes if you were teasing him. You didn’t say anything, rather, you looked back at him with the same neutral look in your eyes. You were still unsure whether it was good to say something comforting or not.
Jeonghan turned around and buried his face in the tissues and the light sobs soon resonated. You tilted back upon the wall, waiting for him to finish. A hand soon found itself on his back, this time he did not restrict it.
You couldn’t believe he wasn’t restricting it.
“What was your dog’s name?”
“Charlie…my little sister named her,” he said and you found the smile on his face that shone like the sun after a huge storm.
You were warm. “How old was she?”
“She was going to be fourteen next week.”
You moved your hand from Jeonghan, scrunching your face at the sad news. “Ah, that must hurt then. I’m sorry…for your loss.”
“Is this your way of making fun of me?” Jeonghan questioned abruptly. It took a second to register in your mind―what he said.
You snapped at him. “No! Why would I use such a thing against you?!”
Jeonghan also turned to face you, calm even though you were going to scream at his accusations. “Just joking, chill.”
“I can’t believe you’re joking at a time like this.” you huffed. “Your dog literally died.”
You rolled your eyes away from his face that caught a delicate smile. A smile that represented that he was already getting over it. He chuckled again. “You know, you’re kinda cute when you’re all riled up.”
Bewilderment severed a cord inside you. You fastened your head at him the second time to see something else instead. A tall kid walking down the hallway.
“Y/N?” Mingyu asked before you could barely register his presence.
“Oh, this isn’t going to look good.” you whispered to Jeonghan, waving at Mingyu. He didn’t respond, it only meant that you were alone for this.
You got to your feet, Jeonghan followed you up. Realising then was a renowned mistake―what could you do? It was already too late to cover it up.
“Y/N, what are you doing here? Don’t you have―what’s he doing here?” Mingyu’s words were sharp, sudden from the Hufflepuff.
Since when did he act like this? He never addressed you like that? You had many questions during that moment, but it was challenging for you to get an answer when you didn’t want anything to start neither did you want allegations flying around. It was better for things to be left as they were, particularly when you and Jeonghan weren’t at each other’s throat for once.
“Are you skipping with him?“ Mingyu interrogated you.
You gasped. “What? No! Mingyu, stop. It’s not that big of a deal. We’re just in the same class.”
Mingyu wasn’t having it for some reason. The male treated you with such caution like you were a prized possession. But all of that was gone as soon as it came to Jeonghan. Mingyu was mad.
“Sure, just tell me to calm down. It makes everything better, doesn’t it? You would doubt it too if you were in my position. One minute you hate him and the next you guys are skipping class together.”
You were aghast by his behaviour. Out of everyone you knew, you didn’t expect Mingyu to interrogate you like that. It was out of line.
“Stop looking at her like that,” Jeonghan told him when he was borderline glaring at you.
“You. Don’t tell me what to do―”
“Mingyu, seriously. You’re getting out of hand. I literally can’t speak to him? He’s in my year level, we sit together, we have the same classes. How am I not supposed to communicate with him?”
“Whatever you say. Because for me it looks like a completely different story,” Mingyu said, shoving past the both of you. He didn’t want to talk to you and it hurt that he was the one that wasn’t willing to listen to you. “Have fun.”
Jeonghan and you stood there, watching the tall boy walk down the hallway in absolute shock. You never saw this day come. The most mellow boy that ever existed was the one telling you off.
“Aren’t you going to follow him?” Jeonghan asked.
“It’s not my job to. He should be trusting me.”
You guys baked in the quietness, your eyes scrutinizing Mingyu’s back. Jeonghan used the time to get rid of the stray tears on his face.
“All of this…don’t think I’m suddenly going to be nice to you or something.”
You weren’t in the very mindset to think about what and what not Jeonghan wasn’t going to do. So you replied simply to him. “I’m not.”
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-
Rushing was something you hated to do. It was proved so when a week later, you were rushing around the dorm with your best friend, the two of you, off timing for once in your school years. Your alarm rang late and because Adora was a deep sleeper, what you would do normally was get ready first and then wake her up so that she can get ready.
You were close like that. Though, this one time, your alarm hadn’t sounded and the others in your dorm began to get troubled and woke the two of you up.
“I’m so sorry!” you apologised, almost wanting to cry. What was worse was that the two of you had a test for Muggle Studies first period. It was unfortunate that your day had to start with sprints and worries.
The two of you were already worried about the test, it seemed that this poured more salt into the growing wound.
“If we get to the Hall now and grab something small, we’ll be five minutes early to class.” Adora dismissed, before waving at a non-existent fly. “Don’t be sorry, you goose! You didn’t do anything wrong!”
The guilt continued to sink into you as you ran through the nearly empty common room. Students must be finishing with their breakfasts and getting to their classes but you and Adora were only getting to the Hall. You second-guessed Adora’s estimate of getting to the Hall, but you did stay persistent in trying as you followed her out the door and down the hallway jammed with students getting to classes.
Lucky for them they were all extremely early for class.
It sucked that the Ravenclaw dorm was on the fifth floor too, it was unimaginable how many steps you had to take at this hour. Your hand flung to Adora’s shoulder when you felt that you were going to lose her in the crowd and she was assuring in the way she grabbed onto your arm and lurched your forward, winning profanities from the students that were bumped into.
“Stop running!” you heard a teacher yell.
It was far from getting you to stop on the staircase almost tripping and toppling you into the branches of auburn hair in front of you.
Until you were stuck.
A guy had bumped into you from behind as you were running, nearly knocking you off your balance, thanks to the jumpy feeling settling into you since the morning. You parted your lips to say something.
“Hey!”
Adora, you and the guy snapped your head behind you, in time to see something startling. Jeonghan…and his group of friends walking through the crowd with luxury (they were practically giving them way) as he looked at the guy. You couldn’t believe this.
“Why’d you bump into her?” he questioned the guy.
It was hard to ignore the nudge from Adora. It was screaming with questions, you couldn’t face her.
The guy looked down to his feet and then bowed at you promptly. “I’m sorry, ma’am.” And he pushed past you to get down the remaining stairs. You were about to go as well when the Slytherins didn’t let you without another ounce of surprise that morning.
“Why are you rushing so much?”
You furrowed your eyebrows tensely. “We haven’t eaten anything and we have a test first period.”
“Ah, that’s all?”
What was up with him? You nodded. “Why are you asking so many—“
Jeonghan whipped out his wand and swished and flicked. You assumed you were getting a live demo from Flitwick from the elegance that departed Jeonghan’s wrist. His other Slytherin friends were questioning his behaviour.
“Why are you talking to Ravenclaws?”
You heard draw from one of their lips but Jeonghan ignored it. Subsequent to his elegance, his best friend’s bag lifted in the slightest and rattled, gaining attention. Out came two packets of pumpkin pasties.
"Hey! Jeonghan!” Jeonghan didn’t mind him as his other friends got a hold of the grabby Junhui. Jeonghan turned to you more seriously, his eyes not wavering with any source of pity of such.
“It’s not much but you best get early to your classroom.”
The pumpkin pasties floated over to you, Jun trying to grab at them but failing miserably. You believed your inside warmed up yet not having a single bite of the sweet pumpkin pasties. The shock had taken some time to indulge you. Instead, you were thankful for the gesture by Jeonghan. Until you held your pumpkin pasty in your hand.
Adora was dead silent, letting you talk. She wasn’t involved, you didn’t blame her.
However, you had a choice and it was limited. Accept it and be early to class, don’t accept it and eat at the Great Hall and be late to class or don’t accept it and starve during the test, ultimately, failing from zero concentration. You were choosing the best option.
You were still in surprise. Maybe this was just repayment for last week’s assistance of comfort.
“Jeonghan, I—“
“Just go do your test.” he sighed, placing his hands on his waist.
You nodded and sent him a small smile. He didn’t smile back, you weren’t expecting him to. He already saved you enough.
“Come on, Adora.” You gestured the evidently nervous Adora and hiked back up all the stairs. This time, the two of you weren’t rushing, rather walking upstairs, waiting for the perfect time to talk about it. It wasn’t until the two of you entered your empty classroom that were you allowed to speak freely without the sound of other students near.
“Mingyu doesn’t seem like a dick, but up close he is. Jeonghan seems like a dick, but up close he isn’t,” Adora concluded.
“How do you draw to that conclusion?”
“Unless you have another opinion, Ms L/N,” Adora smirked, finding a spot on top of the back row table. Her approach was insightful, you admitted and you didn’t affirm offence in how she described Mingyu the d-word. Jeonghan helping you out was really a blessing, you believed. You were able to make it to class twenty minutes earlier.
You grabbed your pumpkin pasty wrapper as well as your best friend’s and made your way to the front of the classroom.
“I don’t have anything to say,” you told her truthfully.
“Hey, it’s just like Junhui said. Maybe the two of you are meant for each other. If he can see it, I can too.”
“You guys are so not playing matchmaker right now.” you gasped, watching as the orange wrappers swirl before taking a dip into the empty garbage liner.
“We should be. Have you sorted your stuff out with Mingyu?” Adora asked you.
You walked back through the tangle of tables and sat on top of the table in front of Adora’s. She twirled around so she could see you and the disappointing look your face gave away. “No. It’s been like this for the past week. If I see him in the hallway, I don’t even wave.”
“Sounds like a red flag to me. Even the overall jealousy.”
You didn’t doubt her. She wasn’t wrong that it was a bad indication of how Mingyu got angry easily.
“What do you think I should do?”
The auburn-haired girl pursed her lips. “I don’t know. I strongly believe that you and Jeonghan are a much better match. After you told me what Jun said at the library, it’s been on my mind.”
“Why, though?” you asked softly.
It didn’t make sense—before this, you and Jeonghan wanted to blow each other up. There were people that think that you would actually look good together. You could understand Junhui’s belief in keeping his best friend grounded but how did Adora think you would benefit from a relationship with Jeonghan?
“Not only will you guys look cuter but Jeonghan is also a lot more emotionally available for you than Mingyu. He fits with your time schedule so you’ll get to see him more often.”
How were you taking all of this in? It was like you were actually reflecting the differences between your boyfriend and Jeonghan for a second as if they were two different pairs of shoes you really wanted to wear for one outfit. You shook your head. “Enough. Now test me on technology evolution with Muggles.”
Even if Adora stopped talking, the topic of Jeonghan lingered in your mind.
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-
“How do you think school is going for you guys?” It was more of a question you wanted to ask yourself because of the deepness of homework you were sinking in. Almost brutal to the touch, you hoped that your juniors were going through something easy.
“It’s starting to get harder,” Vernon admitted, filling in another blank on his worksheet.
You nodded and turned to Wonwoo for an answer but before you could, you caught something beside his head that sauntered in through the library doors.
“Mingyu,” Vernon stated for you.
You pursed your lips, seeing another girl, seemingly his year level next to him. They were laughing and chatting. Wonwoo had turned around to catch the honey boy walk in and the world had slowed. A pain slashed into your heart, ridiculing you at the sight.
“Who’s she?” You asked the boys more than yourself.
But all Vernon could do was shrug. Wonwoo, however, answered for you. “She’s one of Mingyu’s friends. They’ve been hanging out for a while together.”
“For a while, as in?”
“Since you guys stopped talking to one another,” Wonwoo told you. He must’ve known that was enough to cut the ties between the two of you, because the next minute, you were yelling for Mingyu from across the room. He caught your eye in a second as if knowing that you were where you were. You wouldn’t be caught surprised if he did, he was sly like that.
Mingyu walked over with the girl, who confusedly looked between you and Mingyu.
“You wanna talk?”
Mingyu looked at you blankly, “Sure.”
With that, he followed you out the door of the library, completely quiet and trying so hard to diminish the awkwardness between the two of you but there was proven to be no way. You and him were going to be like this until the problems themselves diminish.
The outside of the library had no trace of people or soul so you started talking immediately. You knew he was trying to get you back for what happened.
“Look.” You began. “I wasn’t trying to make you mad or anything, the other day. You know that’s definitely not my intention.”
Mingyu sighed. “No, it’s just that I was hurt that you would hang out with the guy that I fought with. It felt like you were on his side or something.”
You shook your head. He got the wrong idea. Completely. “Jeonghan was just going through a hard time and I brought him out of the class, that was it. And besides, there were no sides at all, neither was Jeonghan the one you were fighting. You’re just in the wrong with them.”
“It’s the same thing. He was still threatening me for his best friend and you know how that made me feel?” He was starting to show aggression, far from how a normal Hufflepuff would’ve handled the situation. You didn’t want to anyone thinking that you were in the wrong for something that wasn’t even your fault.
“Okay, thinking rationally, this whole thing was your fault, to begin with as you admitted to cheating―”
“So you go hang around with him?”
You took in a deep breath and let it out, estimating the stress would just air itself out. But another glance at Mingyu proved the exact opposite. “I told you we weren’t hanging and even if we were, it’s bound to happen. Not only are we in the same year level, but we also have some classes together and seating arrangements. Of course, I’m going to have to talk to him and he’s actually kinda okay. Maybe if you didn’t mess things up, he wouldn’t have gone hard on you.”
Your past self wouldn’t have guessed you would come to this stage in your life. Your past would rather die than see the day you defend the Slytherin.
“You complained yourself that he wasn’t nice and he annoyed―”
Mingyu stumbled forwards, his eyes widening. The Hufflepuff riled back to his straight posture, turning to the side to see who it was. It happened to be the very person you were discussing. It gave you a sickening vibe that things were about to turn ugly. You wished for an escape.
“What?” Mingyu asked.
“Stop messing around with her. I can see how much she doesn’t wanna be here from all the way down there.” Jeonghan pointed down the hallway.
He was right, but you couldn’t not defend Mingyu. “Hey, Jeonghan! It’s not like―”
“Don’t ‘hey’ me, dumbass. You’re still in a relationship with this cheater. If he’s cheating in Quidditch, imagine how he’d cheat on―”
Mingyu snapped. He grabbed Jeonghan’s collar in a fistful, causing adrenalin to shoot down your veins, worrying resting at your temple. It seemed that your endless worries were starting to prove the bottomlessness it really was. Why was this happening to you?
Jeonghan’s smirk wasn’t missed as he was hoisted in the air by your boyfriend and you could only assume that this was a bad sign. You didn’t want anything bad happening so you quickly grabbed onto Mingyu, pulling him away.
“Stop, Mingyu!”
He looked over at you, fingers opening to let down Jeonghan who fell gracefully to his feet. His intention was to trigger Mingyu and obtain some sort of victory from it―that was one way to assume Jeonghan’s doings.
“Y/N.” Mingyu pressed on, looking over at you sharply. “You choose me or him.”
“Hey, stop it.” you began, the anger starting to drive into you too. He wasn’t the only one that can show frustration. “This is not like some movie, okay? This is real life and we need to sort our situations sensibly.”
He didn’t talk, simply gawked at what you said. You stared back, just because you didn’t expect this quiet of a reaction from the determined boyfriend. Jeonghan, on the other hand, didn’t miss with a small giggle leaving his lips.
“Fine.” he stated. “I see how it is.”
Mingyu turned around and walked down the hallway. You watched for a few seconds, turning around too, deciding whether it would be the right decision to follow along. The boy was immensely immature, but simultaneously, you were filled with a need to stick to your spot on the ground, determining your dominance in the fight. You weren’t going to let him get away with something this silly.
But when a laugh left Jeonghan and his group of his friends, a sad sigh drew from your lips.
“Mingyu!” you yelled.
He didn’t stop walking.
“I’ll be back,” you said to the Slytherins before running down the hallway, in the attempt of seeking attention from your boyfriend again.
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Your lips melded together perfectly into a rushing heated kiss. Back pressed against the wall, you found your hands pressed on Mingyu’s nape as he placed your hands on your waist.
“Oh my God, we haven’t done this in ages,” he said, pulling out at last.
You leaned your head back, catching your breath from the kiss. It wasn’t every day that you would be kissed like that from Mingyu, especially these days where all it seemed to be was bickering with one another or excuses of not meeting up with each other. Mainly Mingyu since he didn’t want to break the rules by sneaking out in the middle of the night.
“I missed it,” you replied with a sigh, feeling relief that the two of you were able to sort out your issues a few hours ago.
“Me too…we gotta go now,” Mingyu said, patting your shoulder. You wished it wasn’t time though. Something about having the satisfaction of his lips back on your mouth was somewhat urging you to ask him to stay back, but you couldn’t.
There was an invisible barrier blocking you from asking the Hufflepuff such an easy question. You were his girlfriend after all, not some random stranger. But the barrier was there and it was telling you not to cross it.
“Sure.” A brief glance into his eyes displayed tension that you couldn’t get past, however, you ignored it and walked down the hallway. Mingyu and you were somehow quiet on the way back to your dormitory as if the make out didn’t just happen. You were in your own headspace, thinking that you were starting to lose touch with Mingyu.
Ever since the incident a few days back, he’s been acting weird. Like he doesn’t want to talk to you much even though you have reconciled your issues.
“Emma!” Mingyu suddenly exclaimed, causing your head to lift up. Your eyes went comically wide, seeing the same girl that was with him when he came into the library on the day of the near-fight with Jeonghan. You squinted, double-checking but there was no doubt. It was the same junior girl that you saw last time.
She had a big grin on her face as she made her way towards the two of you, with you standing there awkwardly.
“Oh, hey, Mingyu. I was looking for you all around the common room! We need to work on the project today and try and finish it off.”
Were you not there?
You cleared your throat, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Project? Do you guys need any help? Because I can be of assistance.”
Mingyu smiled at you tensely. “Ah, no…we’re okay, we’re nearly done. anyways”
You nodded and smiled back, biting the tension away. You didn’t want to be there anymore, a distaste in seeing the two. Like you didn’t like Mingyu anymore.“Okay, why don’t you go, then? I’m sure you guys need to finish it off before the due date so I’m going to go now―”
“Are you sure?”
“Sure! Good night, Mingyu…and Emma.”
You turned around and walked away, a confused feeling stuck in your chest as you did. You’ve never done that before, why were you doing it? You recollected those days when you used to be jealous of girls that talk to him so brazenly and you would no doubt tell it to Mingyu.
You headed back to your dorm, putting your mind off things. It was pretty easy as the first thing you saw was Adora about to throw hands at Wonwoo.
Again.
You stepped in fast, grabbing her off of the poor kid.
"Girl, you better get off me or you’re going to get it too!” she exclaimed. The threat was evident in her voice but didn’t scare you, to say the least. The two of you were used to threatening each other in a way it became the norm.
“Shut the hell up and sort issues out without violence, dumbass.”
Adora paused, coming back to her senses and thank God for that too. You wouldn’t want to live for the day that she struck a punch at Wonwoo, that would be too painful.
“What were you guys were doing anyway?”
“We were discussing―”
“Arguing.” Vernon interrupted cleanly.
“Discussing,” Wonwoo argued. “We were discussing what we were going to do while you were gone.”
“And…?”
“We’re going to go to the library.” Adora answered with a shrug. You walked around the girl and claimed the seat next to her. “Just to hang out and stuff.”
“Wow, I should’ve just stayed with Mingyu,” you said sarcastically.
The three dropped their jaws to the ground, cooking in your comment. You laughed, realising how what you said cut a wound intensely to your friendship.
“No, no! I meant that he was at the library doing a project so I should’ve stayed there if you all were going to go there anyway.” you explained, a hand going to Vernon’s shoulder. They all sang with an understanding tone.
“Really thought you were betraying us like that.” Wonwoo put his hand to his chest, breathing out a relieved sigh.
“Of course not! Now, how long are we going to stay here? Let’s go.” The three of them got up along with you, exiting the Ravenclaw dorm hastily to enjoy the Friday night. Walking in the hallway, their voices echoed throughout.
To be frank, Adora and you were basked in more entertainment when you started talking with Vernon and Wonwoo. Whether it’d be Wonwoo and Adora fighting just for the fun of it or you and Vernon having to get those two back to the dorms because they’ve fallen asleep by each other’s side again after endless arguments―you counted it all as your entertainment.
There was something special of a sort between you and your friends and you were forever cherishing in that. Especially as you walked to the library, you and Vernon exchanged smiles at seeing your friends bicker again.
If you and Jeonghan weren’t enemies, these two definitely were. Arriving at the library, Vernon cut them off.
“I need to show you guys this comic I saw the other day.” He grabbed both Adora and Wonwoo’s wrist and then paused, regarding that he wasn’t holding you too. He pouted a little.
You shook your head and smiled. “It’s fine. I’ll go look at the 'romance’ section anyways.”
“Need to find more erotica? I can hel―”
Adora used her free hand to ball into a fist and hit Wonwoo on the head. His head fell a little. “You idiot. How dare you ask that question to her? She has a boyfriend!”
“Okay, so? It’s only human nature to read what is erotic. Therefore, I’m not asking her anything wrong.”
“Therefore, I’m not asking anything wrong―shut up before I smack you silly. Y/N, listen to me. Go look at all the erotica you like, but don’t take advice from him. Even I know better erotica.” Adora said, pointing sharply at Wonwoo like he was something disgusting under her shoe.
You raised your eyebrows with Vernon. Wonwoo defended himself nicely. “I know better erotica than you―”
“No, you don’t. Don’t argue with me, Four Eyes!”
“I can show you better erotica,” he said to her.
All four of you paused in your respective positions at Wonwoo’s words. Did he just say what you thought he said? Even Vernon let go of Wonwoo to place his hand on his mouth.
“Yo, Wonwoo~ Are you trying to tell her something?” you teased. It was your turn to get hit by Adora. “Ow!”
“Don’t joke like that. I would never do anything like―”
“Wonwoo, don’t you think a great erotica story would be one where you’re doing Adora and you take off your glasses and put it on her. Then, you compliment―”
“Enough. Go read your damn erotica!” Adora said, shoving you out of the way.
Vernon and you erupted with laughter. “I said I was going to look at romance, not erotica. There’s no erotica section in a school. You two started this!”
They tried to argue with you but you were already on your way to the other side of the library.
The rest of them were off to the other side of the library, apparently looking at the comics. You didn’t bother them, on your way to the romance section like you said you were, finding fascination in the particular enemies-to-lovers trope.
“Are you sure she won’t come here?”
“I’m sure. She’s too stupid to even realise that I’m cheating on her.”
“Mhm,” she giggled, looping her arm around his neck. Her lips were nearing closer to him. “Thank God.”
You were frozen, captivated wrongly in the scene your eyes fled to. Particularly noting that it was happening right at the end of the last romance aisle. You felt as if someone had ripped out your heart and stomped on it and that person being Mingyu had caused tears to run freely down your face as you stood there. Just watching.
Funny how merely seconds ago you were joking with your friends and now this.
Body against body, you were met with betrayal. The girl you suspected was actually with him, kissing him so passionately. Mingyu had never done that with you. You were almost discreet of showing public display of affection, it hurt to see that he was open with someone else.
You couldn’t see it any longer. Turning around, you exited the library, allowing the tears to run loose. If Vernon and Wonwoo weren’t there, you would’ve gone to confide Adora straightaway and she would’ve given him all she had but they were there and you were alone. It would be embarrassing to go tell her that now, so you escaped the claws of the self-delusional way of a cheap thrill Mingyu had.
He didn’t see you either.
You looked down even though there weren’t any students that passed the hall at this hour.
Some assignment, he said.
Not only had he lied but he was making out with another girl in the library and in the romance section. You wished to bleach your eyes as the scene refreshed and replayed in your mind like some kind of heated drama.
All you could keep asking yourself was why?
Why were you so easily fooled? You bumped hard into someone.
“Dude, what the hell―dumbass? It’s you?”
You looked up at him as if you were strong and proud of your tears and least to say, he was quite still to see you in tears.
“Yeah, it’s me, everyone’s favourite dumbass. The one that’s so easy to fool because she’s such a dumbass.” you laughed half-heartedly, before sinking your face into your palms again. The sadness came out behind all the anger stored in you. It was like you had so much anger that the way that Jeonghan was in front of you in such a moment, didn’t seem to phase you.
“What happened to you?” he asked, more aggression in his voice than was relevant.
“No, don’t speak to me. I’m a dumbass. Dumbasses don’t know how to speak for themselves.”
Jeonghan held onto your wrist, pulling back an arm to reveal your crying face. You looked to the ground, feeling his stare penetrate through your skull, prompting your heart to go wild at how he was the one that found you out of all people. But with the way that he was staring at you, you found the care that came through it. Like he was waiting for you to explain.
“Right now, as of nine-thirty-one pm, Mingyu is making out with another girl and what did I do? Walked right out and acted as if I didn’t see anything? Yeah, I did. That was me.”
“He did not.”
Jeonghan overlooked your ignorantly sarcastic behaviour, focussing more on the fact that Mingyu cheated on you.
“He did.” you nodded, smiling.
Jeonghan’s grip on your arm got tighter as if bringing you back to your ground. The tears stopped for a whole second.
“Ah, ah!”
“Oh, sorry.” He let your arm fling to your side, then he proceeded to question you. “How could you just walk out like that?”
The way in which he asked the question seethed with toxin.
“Because I’m a dumbass.”
Jeonghan furrowed his eyebrows, his hands placing themselves on his waist. Never in a million years, you would expect Jeonghan to be here when your heart was at stake.
“You dumbass! You know I didn’t mean that! Ugh, just, come on!”
“No. I’m not going back in there!” you yelled arrogantly as he got a grip of your forearm again. He needed to get his anger issues consulted because if he was going on like this, everyone was going to be insulted profoundly.
“Um, yes. You are. Because you’re a dumbass that speaks up for herself. Don’t let anyone step all over you.” Jeonghan turned around, leading the way towards the library.
Instead of objectifying, you proceeded with caution, watching as his face contorted into frustration of some sort. You were seeing a new side of Jeonghan―a preventive side. Why was he helping you out? What happened to his Slytherin class? He held himself up so greatly to the point that you assumed you would never see the day he would be helpful to you in some way.
And yet here he was, dragging you back into the library to stand up for yourself.
He kicked open the library, making you jump in your skin. You didn’t bother trying to tell him where Mingyu was because he was dragging you through the aisles (left, right, up, down) until he finally met the romance section and your doom.
And to your great horror, he was still there.
“Yah, Kim Mingyu!”
Mingyu snapped his attention away to you, his eyes widening at seeing you and Jeonghan there. A dreadful pit dropped into your stomach. Jeonghan pushed you forwards.
You really didn’t want to do this.
But after seeing that girl, Emma, rolling her eyes, it made you more mad.
“What is this, Mingyu? What are you doing?”
Mingyu pushed Emma out of the way, walking down the aisle towards you.
“No. Don’t even come here.” You stood there, wiping away the last tears with your sleeve, glaring at Mingyu. “Breaking my trust was one thing, but being a coward and telling me about it, pushed the line. The least you could’ve done was be honest about it. But you didn’t.”
“Babe. Let me explain.”
You looked away. “Jeonghan, I can’t even look at his face anymore. If you let me stay here any longer, I might actually damage his face for life.”
Jeonghan sniggered beside you and then nodded. “So no slap or…?”
“Not feeling it.” you sighed, placing your hands on your hips. Looking at Mingyu’s face for a longer time made you realise that you weren’t so mad anymore. It must’ve been the distance that separated the two of you the past few days but somehow wounding into your night, looking at him only concluded disappointment in your heart.
It was kind of an annoyance that it would happen on such a good day, so as you and Jeonghan left the library together, with no signs of your friends (they were probably riddled into a good comic), you were alone.
“Come on.” Jeonghan stated, grabbing the sleeve of your top.
“No.” You shook your arm, hoping that he would let go but Jeonghan stuck to you like super glue. “I’m going back to my dorm.”
“And do what? Cry for the rest of the night and then act like nothing was ever wrong…? Exactly. Come with me,”
A final tear slipped down your face loosely, not emitting any particular emotion. It just came down itself without being asked to.
“Where are we going?”
“Shut up.” was all Jeonghan said as he pulled you down the hallway. You might as well be an inanimate object from the way things were going. The pull was strong and you could’ve said anything to it, but you didn’t. Partly, you knew that Jeonghan was trying to help and him helping was better than spending a night alone with tears running down your face crazily. When Jeonghan brought you outside the castle, you were beginning to dispute his actions, wondering if he was purposely doing this so you guys get in trouble.
“How about the Dementors?” you asked, feeling a bold shiver run down your spine as you hiked the fresh grass patches. The sound of waves crashing slowly onto the shore of the lake resonated the night, along with branches swaying. The night was bright, notably because of the white moonlight that decided to stripe against you and Jeonghan.
“What about them?”
You rolled your eyes at him, acknowledging there wouldn’t be a way out of this. He had let go by now and the two of you were finding a spot amongst the field.
“Here.” you motioned, slinking down into a sitting position. By now, all tears were dispersed from your space. You were indulged in relaxing your body against the night’s sways. Jeonghan sat next to you.
The silence bathed in itself, the calm yet rough wind delivering cool air to your body. That’s what you liked about nights. Not only was it a perfect time to study, but the cool breeze from opening your window in the slightest also delivered satisfactory cool air. Jeonghan bringing you here could only mean he enjoyed it similarly.
“You’re not crying anymore,” he noted.
You nodded, folding your knees to your chest habitually. “We weren’t doing as well anyways. I don’t wanna cry for him too. He didn���t trust me and ended up breaking my trust…God, I didn’t even expect this.”
Jeonghan converted his shift towards the Black Lake.
“I’m not the best to comfort, however, he is such a big asshole for doing that to you.” Jeonghan said.
And that in itself was able to soothe your racing heart, calming down the nerves that came from the cheating incident.
“Geez, I didn’t expect you out here out of all people when things turn bad.” became the only way you could reply. You really didn’t know what else to say.
“Me neither.” Jeonghan agreed.
You shook your head, another important thought slipping into your head, one that was staying in your mind like an undefeated fire, soon taking over every single part of your brain. Every time you had spare time, your mind would aimlessly wander to this question.
Of course, as a Ravenclaw, you had not one, but variants of answers in which Jeonghan could answer―carefully analysed and thought of too but it was the best to hear from him.
“How come you’re talking to me now? Don’t you Slytherins hate everyone except your kind?” You made sure to sound doubtful about him so that he would answer properly.
“You’re okay.”
“I’m okay?” you scoffed, turning your head towards the pretty boy. He was still busy examining nothing in the lake. The night was light, but when it came to the Black Lake’s side, nothing shone over there. It was concealed. “What’s not okay?”
“That you’re not a Slytherin.” he answered, his own smile on his face. You laughed along, finding truth in his voice. You liked that he was truthful, unlike some people.
You sat for a while, admiring the lake’s beauty even though it was quite dark for the eyes to adjust to. Being with Jeonghan made it better. You were smiling too instead of having a glare around him. It was like a miracle.
“You know something, Jeonghan?”
“What?”
“You’re more tolerable than I expected these days.”
“Hm, why do you say that?” His voice had gone one octave lower, making you look over at him. Jeonghan seemed tired, though you couldn’t exactly tell.
“Because…because you’re being nice for once.”
“Or maybe…you’re into me,” Jeonghan smirked.
Your eyes widened, heart racing as you captured a glance of his eyes. They seemed only half-open and doe-shaped. God had given him sexy and cute in one person, you couldn’t take it anymore. Just looking at him made you want to hit your head on the wall, making you question your own morals.
You just got out of a relationship, why were you already looking at him like a next target? But your mouth had answered before you could.
“Maybe I am.”
Jeonghan chuckled. “You know that would make you equally as bad as Mingyu?”
“No.” you told him, shaking your head. “I’m not in a relationship, I can say what I want.”
“But technically, you must’ve been thinking about this for a while before telling me,” he said. You had an answer for everything.
“Or I could’ve just found you attractive?”
“Or you just never wanted to admit it before because it would’ve made things awkward between us?”
Scratch that. Jeonghan always had an answer for everything. You looked away with a smile, prompting a giggle from the boy. There was no arguing with him.
“There’s no beating you.” you sighed.
“Glad you admit it.”
“I hate that you’re being nice, though. Since when were you nice?”
“I don’t like seeing you be nice too, love.” he admitted, the ‘love’ getting you to zip your mouth so quickly. The first time he called you that, you didn’t feel anything. But now there was this rumbling feeling inside you that caused your body to heat up in the cold night. There was no other explanation for this.
“I’d take you on a date…”
You whipped your head back at him.
“But―” Jeonghan’s perspective darted to your lips. “I’d rather we wait it out a little.”
“I was going to say that anyways.” you said. “I don’t want a relationship right now. Besides, we never got to know each other properly. Let’s do that.”
Jeonghan nodded. “So you actually have feelings for me?”
“Do you?”
“You caught me there.” he smiled. You waited a brief second for him to answer. He didn’t. Your heart was pounding in your ears.
“So you do?”
He nodded.
“For how long?”
The night’s breeze quickened, your eyes following the stars up. You could see a Dementor in the distance. It didn’t scare you much, to say the least, it was more like you were used to seeing it there, flying around lonely. If Jeonghan hadn’t found you in tears, you would’ve felt like a Dementor. All lonely.
“Last week.”
“All the tension finally got to you.” you commented.
“It did.”
When you were first seated with Jeonghan, you imagined stargazing to get along, you didn’t expect it to actually happen. Lupin’s plan to make your year level mingle with each other with something as simple as a seating plan was coming into reality.
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jeonghan - nap
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it had been a long day for you, but you had accidentally fallen asleep instead of taking a five minute power nap like you had intended. however, you found your boyfriend asleep next to you when you woke up.
wanting a few more minutes of rest, you moved to be closer to jeonghan. since he's such a light sleeper, he felt you move and wrapped his arm around you.
"was wonderin' when you were gonna get up," he mumbled to you.
"i've been up since five today, give me some slack," you replied to him. "how long have you been here?" you asked him.
"i don't know, but you were asleep when i got here," he replied. "sleep a little more."
"yea..."
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"come on, wake up."
you groaned when you heard jeonghan speak, not wanting to get up. if you had to guess, an hour had passed by since you had woken up last.
"thirty more minutes..."
you felt jeonghan kiss your forehead before he got up and quietly left the room. you fell back asleep for awhile until you actually woke up. you heard sizzling from the kitchen and could smell the food that jeonghan was cooking.
you finally woke up and dragged yourself out of the bedroom. you walked into the kitchen and found jeonghan at the stovetop.
"i'm still sleepy," you mumbled, still evidently tired. jeonghan peeked back to look at you and turned back while you sat down at the kitchen table.
"that makes both of us," jeonghan said to you while grabbing a seasoning from the counter. "do you want tea?"
"oh, that sounds nice. i'll make it myself," you said and stood back up. "would you like some?" you asked him.
"sure," he replied.
you grabbed some tea bags from a small box on the counter and opened a cabinet to grab two mugs. you grabbed the electric kettle and turned it on. it was already filled with water, so you just had to wait for the water to heat up.
jeonghan poured soup into two bowls for both of you. he brought the bowls to the table before opening the fridge, looking for side dishes. you glanced at the stove, making sure it was off.
after the kettle stopped heating up the water inside, you poured water into each mug. after placing the kettle back down, you added the tea bags in and wrapped the string on the tea bags around the handles of the mugs in attempt to stop them from falling into the tea. while doing that, jeonghan had opened some containers with side dishes and placed them on the table.
you brought the mugs to the table and placed one near jeonghan. "thank you," he said to you as you sat down. you hummed back at him in response.
you sat down across from him while he started digging into his food. you started staring at him while waiting for the soup to cool down a bit more.
"you know, it's nice waking up to seeing your handsome face," you said to jeonghan, making him chuckle.
"well, i'm glad i can make you happy with just my face," he said to you. "you're pretty cute yourself," he complimented you, "my pretty girl just drooling on the—"
"hey! i wasn't drooling!" you suddenly shouted, interrupting his sentence.
"no, i think i saw a little. it probably dried up when you woke up," he said to you in between laughing.
"yoon jeonghan!"
he picked up his mug and took a sip, "that's my name, and i will continue teasing you for the rest of our lives," he said, leaving you groaning at him.
you sighed while picking up your spoon, “i shouldn’t be surprised by that statement…”
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full heart, empty stomach
ft. yoon jeonghan
a/n: i’ve tried editing these as much as i can because MAN these stories are old lmao. However they aren’t entirely proof read!
warnings: slightly suggestive (bc jeonghans’ a menace) but reader doesn’t want that rn 🙄, otherwise pure fluff and appreciation
Dawn's light seeps through closed blinds, neither crisp nor a clear morning as droplets of rain mist themselves above homes and busy streets. If it weren't for the warm figure embracing your side, this morning would have begun much less desirable.
You shift in your spot, sheets lazily tangled between your legs. Carefully you unravel yourself as to not wake him, just cherishing the moments like these where you can embrace how truly peaceful he looks. Even as he’s lightly snoring with his mouth ajar. Gently, you place a knuckle from underneath the blankets to his face, stroking a soothing line across his jaw. The boy's head subconsciously nuzzles into your palm, feeling it's warmth radiate throughout his entire body. Within a few seconds his face heats into a soft blush, and if he were awake he'd scold himself for being so vulnerable, trying to hold back the thoughts of how easily he comes undone for you. From a single stroke of your palm you make him go shy, as he usually does whenever he spends his time with you. It opposes his state of ridicule and teasing, and would most certainly ruin his reputation if any of his friends were to see. However when he’s with you, Jeonghan really doesn’t mind.
He gently twitches his eyelids, pinpointing his gaze into yours.
"Hi Hannie."
“Hi sweetheart”.
He guides his arms around your waist, encasing you in the cocoon shape he's formed himself into. His eyes close once again, blindly caressing your nose with his own as you brush a few stray strands from his forehead, tucking them behind his ears. He hums at the contact, intertwining his leg in yours and you let out a little laugh, honeyed by the mornings raspiness on the tip of your throat.
God, those little laughs are what he lives for.
You dip your head a little more into his chest, taking in the way his sweatshirt releases his natural cologne with every caress. When he hugs himself around you, his heartbeat lulls you back into that light state of peace, forbidding to shelter anyone else's heart like he does for you. Jeonghans’ mind and soul are overflowing by his love, unable to take in anymore from anyone else.
His stomach on the other hand, was another story.
With a loud grumble and a quiet groan from himself, you snicker, leveling your face with his.
"Could we get something to eat?" he asks, convincing a part of you with his cheesy smile and gleaming eyes
"I don't really wanna move.” you half-innocently pout.
"I know you don't baby, and you look so pretty right now. But you know what else looks pretty? A nice stack of pancakes and syrup."
You continue to lay in his arms, stuffing your head deeper into the crook of his neck. It sets off the smallest tingle to his skin, inspiring him to coyly comeback at your idling.
"Or I could take a bite out of you." He smirks rather confidently, tracing his fingers lower against the dips in your hips. He can feel your face contort against his skin, and suddenly your motivation to start the day skyrockets.
You glimpse his joyous smirk appearing as you release yourself from his arms.
"Anything else with your pancakes?" You ask humorously, a raspy tone still in your voice as you approach the stairs. Jeonghan laughs as he follows your figure through the doorway, running his eyes down your body clothed in his large and longly-discarded t-shirt.
You’re his and he’s yours he relishes. The thought alone gives him all the energy he needs each day. Raising from your bed, he hurriedly tags along to meet you again, just as he always find himself doing.
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IV. Glitch
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Rating: M(18+) | WC: ~3.2k
Warnings: food, alcohol, suggestiveness
You’re quiet on the walk back to the hotel, your eyes warm and heavy on him just like they have been since you stepped out of the room with your hand in his. Jeonghan doesn’t mind, in fact, he’s appreciative that he’s got some time to think about… everything.
Something changed in you today.
Jeonghan isn’t sure what exactly, but he knows something did. It wasn’t obvious at first, especially with how he woke up by himself, but as the day grew longer it became more and more clear.
The first sign was the way you’d smiled at him when he caught your eye in the dining room this morning. He hasn’t seen you beam so freely in years, and the grin you greeted him with was shining, full of happiness and affection. It’s a smile he’s not sure has ever been directed at him and the force of it almost sent him reeling, stealing enough of his strength that he had to lean the majority of his weight into you in an excuse of a hug.
The second was how you hadn’t bothered to pretend you didn’t want to cuddle before the post-breakfast, pre-excursion nap. You’d shuffled right over and plopped your heavy head on his chest, falling asleep not even five minutes into him playing with your hair and rubbing your back. Usually, you don’t get closer until you’re barely awake, and even then you don’t lay on top of him like you did earlier.
The third was the second most jarring. He’d begrudgingly woken you up to tell you the excursion was canceled and instead found himself in a play fight because he had no idea how to deal with you looking at him the way you were. Your gaze was so open, so full of all the things he feels when he looks at you, not that he has a name for them yet. But then you’d withdrawn again, brushing off the moment with a playful poke to his nose that led to said play fight, which led to him straddling you and pinning you to the bed by your wrists. The feelings flared even stronger then, with a suspiciously non-platonic tinge to them, and he’d done his own brushing off when he’d felt the ridiculous urge to lean down and press his lips to yours.
That’s just not something best friends do. Not even best friends who are supposed to be married, he thinks with a grumble, somewhat annoyed that there hasn’t been a reason to kiss you yet. He isn’t sure when he started looking for one, but he does know he’s running out of the patience and will to wait for a motive when he should be able to just kiss you because he wants to.
The fourth sign almost knocked him off his feet. He’d called and ordered more room service while you were indisposed, knowing that you’d likely shout at least a little about the insane upcharge and how you hadn’t budgeted for so much. He was fully ready to accept the scolding and promise to take care of the bill when you’d walked to him with seemingly wobbly steps and wrapped your arms around his waist. Your face was smushed into his chest, the fabric under your eyes becoming dubiously moist, and your voice was the most watery he’s heard it since the last time you cried in front of him.
He’d really fucked up that day. It was your third annual best friendiversary, in the works for weeks, and he stood you up for someone he’d only been seeing for a few months. Well, he didn’t quite stand you up, but he did cancel the day before (at their request, for the third time) with weak offers to reschedule. He’d really thought you were fine with it, only felt a little terrible, until Joshua called to curse him out for upsetting you. Josh had never been so mad at him before, his tone relating clearly that if Jeonghan wasn’t his best friend he’d be wringing his neck, and Jeonghan had been honestly, truly fearful for his life in that moment.
He’d driven over to your place before Josh even finished yelling at him, left his car in park, jogged to your door, and knocked as calmly as he could. You took eight minutes to open it for him and when you did, his reaction was visceral. You were crying, your eyes red and your face a bit swollen, like you’d been at it for hours already. You hoarsely murmured, “Not right now, Jeonghan,” before gently closing the door in his face and locking it, his heart wrenching painfully with the click. He’d never felt so regretful in his life, realized then and there that he’d been taking you for granted, assumed you’d always be there for him even if he wasn’t always there for you.
It had taken gallons of your favorite expensive ice cream and a four minute long, heartfelt, teary apology delivered on his knees for you to forgive him.
He broke up with them the next week when they asked (told) him to bail on you again.
You sounded so much like you did then but instead of anger, you seemed to feel… guilty? He still has no idea why - he’s the one who ordered fifty euros worth of extra food - but he’d attempted to comfort you anyway, awkward pats on your back melting into his arms wrapped around you and his body rocking yours. You’d clung to him for a few minutes before thanking him and letting him pick all three movies (The Lego Movie, The Lego Batman Movie, and The Lego Ninjago Movie).
Who does that? Definitely not you, or the you he knows at least.
It comes to him in startling, terrifying clarity. The conclusion is absurd, but it’s the only possible explanation for your recent behavior.
You’re in love with him.
That has to be it, right?
Jeonghan doesn’t need long to get used to the idea, not long at all to admit to himself that he loves it, loves that you love him (he thinks). He wants you to love him, needs you to love him, because it’s so fucking obvious to him now that he’s in love with you. The foundation has strengthened brick by brick, year by year, smile by smile, and all it took for him to figure it out was getting to experience you loving him openly. He wonders if you’ve been pushing it down this whole time, or if it lines up with when you started pulling away. It doesn’t matter, not right now at least, because not only do you love him, you want him.
The black silk shirt wasn’t meant to be a test, but the results are clear: you want him.
You’ve been staring all night, your eyes locked on the bit of skin he’d left visible for you. He undid a couple extra buttons while you were talking with the host of the restaurant, wanting to tease you but unprepared for just how you’d react. There’s something about the way you’ve been looking at him that says you want to eat him alive, and he hopes you won’t mind if he’s just a little starving too.
The hotel comes into view right when Jeonghan opens his mouth to tell you and he decides he can wait a little longer, long enough to get you alone and underneath him again. His hand settles on your waist as you cross through the doors, your flesh warm and soft beneath his palm, and he tries to pretend he doesn’t want to move it both higher and lower in front of the whole lobby. The chorus of “Buona sera, Signor e Signora Yoon!” is literal music to his ears, a song he wants to hear every day for the rest of his life, and he promises himself that by the end of this trip, it’ll be the truth.
Is it a little rash to admit he wants to marry you for real after only two days of being fake married to you? Yes.
But, all of his best decisions have been made on the move, Jeonghan thinks as you near the elevator.
Like going up and talking to you at that party all those years ago. You’d looked miserable and he’d wanted to cheer you up a bit, so he’d appeared next to you with an unopened beer and a smile. You’d seemed like you didn’t want to talk to him, or anyone, but he wore you down with his teasing and giggles until you were laughing with him. He knew it was soon to invite you back to his place but he had a lego set that needed finishing and you’d just admitted that you almost liked to sort more than you liked to build, and he needed the extra hands. And the intelligent, gorgeous, sparkling company.
Another impulsive decision was telling the staff during booking that you were newlyweds and it was your honeymoon. He was angling for the upgrade, sure, but he also wanted the added fun of lies and deception on this trip, and this was the perfect way to achieve all three. Now look at him, in love with his best friend and wanting to be your actual facts husband. Not a bad turn of events, in Jeonghan’s opinion.
The ding of the elevator arriving breaks him out of his thoughts and makes him jump, his hand squeezing your waist in surprise before you step into the metal box together. You’re alone, for once, and the tension feels stifling. It’s like a hot, heavy blanket over the both of you, the knowledge that you want each other and now both of you know. He wonders what will happen when you get up to the Honeymoon Suite, knows what he wants but doesn’t know exactly what you want, and fuck, is he itching to find out.
The walk (run) down the hallway feels endless, his hand slipping from your waist to hold tight to yours and practically drag you behind him as he speeds to the room. Suddenly, he feels like there’s no time to waste, like the seven years he spent being your best friend were perfect but just not enough. He needs to be yours now, needs you to be his, needs you needs you needs you. You seem to agree, your free hand fumbling with the keycard and your body near vibrating with anticipation. The lock finally clicks open and Jeonghan tries not to bodily push you through the door but he’s desperate, frantic to feel you like this. It’s a travesty that he’s spent all this time knowing you in nearly every sense but this one, and he’s looking to rectify that immediately.
It shouldn’t be difficult, your dress looks easy enough to remove and though he’s a bit out of practice, he doesn’t see how anything could go wrong. You’re his best friend, he’s seen you at your worst and you’ve seen him at his, and no moment with you could possibly be awkward for long. He’s already unbuttoning his shirt when you turn around to face him, your fingers twisted up in the hem of your dress and your eyes nervous. You must be gearing up to confess to him and he wants to make it easier on you, he really, really does, but the idea of getting you to say you love him first is just too delicious to pass up.
His hands still on his buttons when you come closer, the deep, calming breaths you take making your breasts rise and fall in a way so tantalizing he almost misses the quiet sound of his name on your lips. That’s delicious too, something he wants to hear many more times throughout the night, though preferably without the anxiety clouding your voice.
“There’s something I should tell you. I feel like you already know but I’m scared to say it anyway, so you have to promise not to laugh,” you warn him, your tone stern but your gaze full of fear, “And if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all!”
Jeonghan tries not to giggle at your fear, holding his pinky out with his lips bitten between his teeth to stifle the smile in an action nearly as old as your friendship. You inhale several more lungfuls of air before visibly steeling yourself and all but shouting, “I’m in love with you and I have been for an embarrassingly long time and I feel like I’m going crazy!”
Hearing it directly from you is so much more impactful than simply thinking it himself, his knees growing weak and his body having to lean back against the door for stability. You almost sound angry, as if your feelings for him are a problem, and most of the puzzle pieces fall into place. The way you distanced yourself from him, the way you stopped being affectionate with him, the way he’d flirt with you and watch you melt then turn to ice. What doesn’t make sense is why you think that.
Don’t you know that you’re the most important person in his life? That when he wakes up, he wonders if you’re still sleeping. That when he turns in for the night, he wonders if you’re going to bed too. That when he’s away from you for more than a few days, he starts to miss you like he’ll never see you again. That when he hears you’re going on a date, he wants to run at least three levels of background checks on them and make sure they’re good enough for you. That he has a list of requirements for your future partner, and huh, somehow he checks all the boxes. He should have guessed by now that no one could ever be better for you than him, and he’s thankful that you figured it out because he might never have.
“I’m in love with you too, you beautiful dummy. Isn’t it obvious?” He replies sincerely, with the slightest tinge of a jest behind his words.
“Don’t call me a dummy! You’re the one who only just realized how you feel, don’t act like I can’t tell!” You reprimand him, like you haven’t actually processed the first part of his sentence and only focused on the dummy part.
He supposes he shouldn’t have called you a name in the middle of his love confession, but that’s just who he is as a person and you should be well aware of this by now. It’s honestly not his fault if you’re not and he’s about to tell you so when your eyes widen and you smack his arm with a sharp palm.
“And what do you mean you’re in love with me too?”
“I mean that I love you, and I want to be in a romantic relationship with you, and I want to have sex with you.” And he wants to marry you, but he’ll leave that part out for now. He’s not sure you’d believe him, anyway. He says all of this very matter of factly, only his eyes betraying the sheer joy and adoration and lust swirling within him. He wants to sweep you up into his arms and throw you on the bed but senses you need a bit more time to come to terms with his feelings, and it’s almost funny how confused you are when he thought you’d be ecstatic. This is something he should have seen coming, should have known you wouldn’t take his words at face value after how many times he’s tricked you, but he’s being for real this time.
He really, really loves you, but you still look apprehensive, your eyes squinting just a bit and your lips pushed out in wariness as you consider what he’s said. You seem to decide to trust him right when he’s about to fall to one knee and vow his eternal devotion, and he sighs in relief at not having to dirty his pants or struggle to get up from kneeling. You’re moving closer and closer and he knows he should make this easy for you, but he can’t resist teasing you just a bit more by leaning his head back against the door and waiting for you to come to him. Your glower tells him you know but he’d hoped you would, hoped to show you that he’s the same person he’s always been, your person, your Hannie. There’s nothing to be afraid of, especially not from him, and he’ll always be willing to remind you. By teasing you, of course.
He’s got lots of plans for you already and they all start like this, with him smirking and you pouting as he makes you do the work. He’ll take over soon enough, take such good care of you, you’ll be boneless and breathless underneath him, but for now, he’ll let you make the moves. He likes the ones you’re choosing, one hand coming up to rest on his chest and the other hooking into his belt loops. You’re so close he can almost taste you, breathe your air like it’s his, but he needs you closer. He needs you closer and you’re taking so long, like you have all the time in the world and he’s not currently vibrating at just the thought of kissing you.
Oh, now you’re teasing him.
He figures it out just a bit too late to claim it was on his own, the smirk painted on your lips telling him all he needs to know. This is something else he should have expected. He should have realized that you always know his game, always know his angle and, thus, how to subvert his expectations so he’s the one left guessing. He happily concedes, playing into your hand and pressing his mouth to yours with a sigh. Losing has never tasted so good or felt so right, your lips lush and your body warm against his.
The feeling leaves his mind spinning, his feet untethered, his hands famished. He’s always loved kissing, but this is something else. It’s the closest he’s ever felt to someone, ever felt to you, and that makes it all the more dizzying. He can’t get enough, his tongue swiping at your bottom lip before he sucks it into his mouth, his teeth nibbling and his breaths coming faster and faster. He’s practically panting against you but he doesn’t care, doesn’t know why he would when he can feel your knees getting weaker, feel more of your weight leaning into him with every suck and lick. You’re susceptible to him in this as in everything, and Jeonghan plans on taking full advantage by kissing you into a stupor and getting you to say you love him again.
That might be difficult when he’s not willing to let you part with him long enough to get the words out, but he’s nothing if not resourceful.
Part Five
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People You Know
After the death of his wife, he starts a whole new life in a whole new city with his three year old twins only to meet someone from his past. What a way to start something new, right?
pairings: psychiatrist!jeonghan, parent!jeonghan x doctor!reader petowner!reader fem!reader
tags: fluff, crack, slow burn, exes to lovers, romance, angst (if you think into it really deeply)
notes: i’ve been dreading to write jeonghan as a parent of twins, now having the motivation and inspiration to write the plot, IM ON CLOUD NINE!!! lmao i’m also planning on posting this as an au on twitter if time, and motivation persists as my alter ego’s such a lazy ass bitch that takes at least half a month to find motivation to do updates on on-going twitter series’ THIS might also be turned in to a series (fuck, my mingyu series long forgotten 💀)
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Jealous || yjh
> idol!Jeonghan x actress!Reader
> fluff, slight angst
>WORD COUNT: 542
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You and Jeonghan have been together for a year now, you guys share an apartment.You were given a 3-day break from filming. On days like these, you just stay at home and cuddle with your boyfriend but his schedule is hectic because tour is going to start soon.
You were watching Going Seventeen when your hear the door being unlocked. Jeonghan just came home and it’s pretty late.
“Hey babe, how’s practice?” you asked.
He just walk past you, completely ignored you and went straight to your shared bedroom.
At first, you brush it off thinking maybe he’s just tired . Maybe he didn’t hear you. Maybe he just wanted to freshen up before greeting you... but 20 minutes passed and he’s still not going out of the room. That’s when you started to worry. He’s never like this. The Jeonghan you know is always the talkative/clingy type. On a normal day, he hugs and greets you right when he gets home. Tonight is different.
As you open the bedroom door, you find him eyes closed, tucked in bed and his back facing your side of the bed. You went to him and back hugged him.
“You didn’t greet me since you arrived and now you don’t even say good night to me? I’m hurt. Not even a kiss? What’s up, hannie?”
He removed your hands from hugging him. He faced you, his turn hugging you and hid his face on your neck.
“Do you still love me?” he asked weakly.
“Where did that come from? Ofcourse I do!” you answered almost yelling.
“The members showed me the clip of your scene with Jaehyun from the movie. You looked so inlove. It’s like you’ve forgotten about me. Do you still love me? Are you going to leave me?”
“ Oh babe, look at me.” your fingers meet his face forcing him to look at you.
His face is now in front of you but his eyes are still closed.
“Open your eyes.”
“Nope, I don’t want to look at you when you say you don’t love me anymore.”
“I wont do that. Now, look at me.”
“ fine.” he says opening his eyes. Tears welled up in them.
“aww my baby’s jealous…but hannie, that’s not me. That’s the character I’m playing. You’re the only one I love. I wont leave you. I guess you’re stuck with me forever.” you said while wiping his eyes.
“I like that idea.” he said, smiling.
“Now where’s my kiss? Maybe you’re the one who doesn’t love me. You’re even going to sleep without talking to me…” you said pouting.
“Sorry, I love you! Forever’s a long time so I’ll give you unlimited kisses to make up for it!” he said, kissing you nonstop.
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A/N: this took longer to write than I had thought. Procrastination and fear really got a hold on me but I finally managed to create this. Please be lenient with me, I’m getting back into writing smut🙏🏻
Paring: modelJeonghanx plus-sizemodelOC
Warnings: SMUT minors do not read! ❌‼️ cursing, porn with no plot, penetration, pet name? Teasing
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“Jeonghan!” The many voices called out to the beautiful man that came out of the black suv, making his way towards the enterende of the YSL fashion show where the many fans and media were anticipating his arrival.
Jeonghan was one of the most beautiful and successful models and of course he was invited by YSL to come and watch the summer show launch. Many waited outside the show just to catch a glimpse of his beautiful face. “Jeonghan!” His many fans shouted for his attention and of course he gave the people what they wanted, stopping and giving his admires and the camera all the love they could ask for before making it inside the venue only to be met with more photographers.
While the beautiful man was making his way to the show room after taking many pictures in front of the professional photographers, he had heard a particular name being called out.
“Miss y/n, please over here!”
“Y/n, look over here!”
The many photographers began to yell out for your attention. You were also a successful model and you were a total beauty. You were one of the few plus size models in the industry but that never took away from how stunning you were down the runways and in the magazines. Not only were you one of the most sought after models, you were also jeonghan's favorite.
To say that jeonghan was mesmerized by you since he first saw you walk down the runway at one of the first shows he was invited to, it was an understatement. This man practically adored and worshiped the very ground you walked on. Whenever you were in the same room as him, his attention was always on you and today was no different. “When did she get here” he asked his manager without looking at him, scared that if he took his eye off you, he would lose you. “She just arrived” his manager replied back. “I don’t care what you have to do or talk to, have me seated right next to her” the tone of his voice said it as a demand.
“Sir but the seating-“ he tried to explain how this was impossible but jeonhan was not having it. “Figure it out” he said with such a deep and serious tone that left shivers down the manager's spine as he quickly left to speak to one of the event planners.
As you took your photos in your gown, you made your way past them and soon found yourself locking eyes with the beautiful man across, instantly bringing a soft smile. “Jeonghan, what a pleasure” you extended your hand and of course without another thought, he placed a kiss on top of it and shook his head “please, Y/N, the pleasure is all mine” he softly caressed your hand.
“Always the gentleman” you let out a small chuckle and walked alongside him as you both made your way down to the show. “You didn’t tell me you were attending Angel” he always had a soft and gentle manner when speaking to you. He was known as a flirtatious man and you were not one to easily fall for the type but you enjoyed this cat and mouse that you both unspokenly created since the very first time you met. His mischievous smile and soft eyes could not help but stir up emotions in you, and the flirty nature of both of you kept things interesting.
“I had been busy, I didn’t think I would make it to this show if I’m honest, you understand don’t you?” you looked at him and saw he had adoration in his eyes for you. “Of course, I am just so honored to be seeing you here, looking as stunning as ever,” he added. Before you could compliment him back you noticed his manager behind him. “Sir, the show is starting, you can take a seat now” he was smiling at Jeonghan which only meant that somehow, he was able to change the seating arrangement. You on the other hand were confused at what they were smiling for.
“Please, allow me” Jeonghan turned back to you and gestured you to allowed him to take you to the showroom to find your seat, which just so happened to be next to his.”Funny how we are both sat right next to each other” you looked at him to see if he had anything to do with this arrangement, only to be met with his mischievous smile.
“Ladies and gentlemen please take your seats, the show is about to begin” the announcer began to signal everyone to be seated to begin. This was the men’s summer collection and while you were invested in the looks, the many beautiful models and clothing, Jeonghan would steal glances at you. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on and wanted nothing more than to give you his undivided attention.
You were beautiful, but it was your confidence and charm that had won him over when you first met. When he had seen you down the runway,he was captured by your graceful walk that made you look like a goddess in his eyes. From that moment he knew he had to know you. He went as far as to go backstage after and greet you and present himself. His heart beating fast as you smiled at his every word and thanked him for his compliments. He had then made it a point to go and see every show that you would walk on just so he could be close to you and get a chance to talk to you.
While you were fond of Jeonghan, you found it hard to pursue anything more as he was notorious for being a beautiful playboy from what you had heard from other models. It didn’t stop you from talking to him and having some playful banter though. However when Jeonghan would invite you to dinners or a date you would reject him as you were both models with busy schedules, so even if you wanted to, the likelihood of a relationship working out was very slim. This would sadden you a bit but you did enjoy this little game you both had, Where he adored you and you would only give him crumbs of affection that made him crave and beg for more.
“Beautiful isn’t it” you said as you clapped when the last model finished the show and you stood up to give the designer a standing ovation. “You certainly are” he whispered to you and you could not help but smile and glance at him, “The charmer as always”.
You were guided by the event planners to exit, wanting nothing more than to go back to the hotel and get some rest after a busy schedule. However, You felt a tug on your arm that caused you to look back at Jeonghan. “Have dinner with me” was all he said.
“Jeonghan, I’m tired and have to go back to the hotel”
“Please, just dinner, anything you want..” the puppy eye look on his face almost made you fall for it.
“I have to go” you avoided his eyes and made your way out of the showroom to head out but Jeonghan was able to catch up to you and managed to get in front of you and halted your strides. “Please, I don’t ask for anything but a moment with you, I don’t deserve it but I would love nothing more than just to be with you a bit longer” he always knew what to say to you.
You watched as this man was practically begging for your time, he had done this several times before and you would dismiss him, assuming it was just a game, but the look on his face right now was different.
You took a deep breath and nodded. Fixing the lapel on his jacket, leaning closer to his ear “come by my hotel at 8” you fixed his hair and gave him another smile as you walked past him, leaving him almost stunned that you had agreed.
You were able to get back to the hotel and began to change out of the gown and decided to wear something more comfortable yet elegant. You wore a simple black dress that hugged your figure, some heels and fixed your hair to a simple updo.
Checking the time, you began finishing some touches on your makeup but heard a knock at the door assuming it was the cleaning crew making their rounds. “Come back later” you opened the door where you were met with a rose and a more than happy Jeonghan.
“I couldn’t wait” he handed the rose to you which made you laugh but you accepted the gesture. “Please come in, I was just finishing up” he made his way into the beautiful suite that was provided for you by the agency. “Have a full schedule tomorrow too?” You asked as you fixed your hair in the large mirror of the vanity until you felt a pair of arms on either side of you and both of you locked eyes in the mirror. “Of all the things you want to talk about, you want to waste it with talk of work?” He softly spoke into your ear, earning a playful grin from you. You turned and wrapped your arms around his neck and softly swayed with him,
“Well, what do you want to talk about then?” You asked curiously, wondering what went through this man’s mind.
“You, I want to know about you” his arms that rested on your hips began to caress you softly. “Mmm sounds like you want to get to know me more than just friends” you hummed at him, his smile never leaving as he scanned your face.
“I’ve told you before, I’d love to get to know you better,” he managed to give you a turn and returned you back into his arms, pulling you closer than before. However, this had made you realize what he meant and you pulled away. “Jeonghan…I’ve said it before. You and me, I’m not sure..” you sighed with disappointment and sat down on the edge of your bed avoiding his gaze.
He had taken the rose and didn’t force you to look at him. “I know what my reputation has been, and I’ve admitted that it’s not been the greatest…” he sighed deeply before continuing. “But since the day I saw you, I’ve wanted nothing more than to know you and have a chance with you” he extended the rose to you again. “I will do anything for that one chance” he waited for a response.
You had turned to him and asked “what would you do?”
“I’d quit, all of this I’d leave it” he did not hesitate and left you in shock. This was his career, and here he was willing to throw it all away. The look in his eyes was serious, he would no doubt do it. You shook your head “you don't need to do that, But I do believe you” you took the rose and nodded at him which brought a bigger smile to his face.
“Thank you” he took your hand again and kissed it. “Shall we go? I did offer you dinner” but you stopped him and began to take your heels off which brought you down a couple of inches. “Let’s stay here, we can order something nice and just enjoy each other's company” you offered and nothing sounded better to him.
After ordering food and dessert to be brought up to your suite, you both spent the night eating a lovely meal and talked about anything and everything. Jeonghan couldn’t be happier hearing you talk about your life, what it was like growing up and what other aspirations you had with your career.
“Shall we see what they sent for dessert?” You asked, making your way to reveal what they had sent over since you requested to be surprised and a smile formed as you saw the beautiful assortment of chocolate covered fruit on the platter. Jeonghan came up and took a chocolate covered strawberry, bringing it up to your lips, gesturing you to take a bite.
“It tastes delicious” you licked your lips while looking at him, seeing his expression change from admiration to desire.
“Is it?” He asked and before even giving him a response he leaned in to kiss you.
While you were a bit taken back at first by his action, you couldn’t help but to melt into the kiss. He softly kissed you and held you as if you were the most delicate thing ever and you followed his lead.
As the kiss began innocently, the both of you could not deny the intensity of your desire for each other. You had always been attracted to Jeonghan and there was no question that he was attracted to you from the very start, but neither of you ever thought this tension that was building up was something that would ever be acted upon, until now.
The more he kissed you and caressed your body, the more passionate the both of you became, With you allowing his tongue to explore every crevice of your mouth, tasting the mix of strawberry and chocolate that lingered.
As you pulled away to allow both of you to catch your breaths, he leaned his head down to press his lips against your forehead, causing your heart to flutter. “My apologies Angel, I got carried away” he had respect for you and knew he had been ambitious with just kissing you. This only made you chuckle at how gentle he could be despite his carefree persona he displays to the outside world.
“I didn’t say I didn’t enjoy it” you teased him and took his hand to guide both of you to your bed where you patted the open space for him to join you.
“You know that I want more than just this right” he caressed your cheek and looked at you for reassurance that you trusted that this wasn’t just a game to him. With a soft nod you leaned and kissed him, feeling his worries melt away.
Again, the kiss began softly, his hands making their way to your body, beginning at the mound of your hip and outlining your silhouette slowly as he deepened the kiss. You couldn’t believe that with just the touch alone, your body heat increased so quickly. The kissing soon became passionate, messier as both of you wanted to taste the other more and more.
As much as he felt like he could kiss you for eternity, Jeonghan wanted to explore more of you and every part of your body to the last detail. Pulling away and allowing you to catch your breath, his lips made their way to your neck, savoring every single one while his mischievous hands had made their way to the straps of your black dress and began to pull them down, earning delightful moans from you.
“Jeonghan” you softly moaned in his ear, as he continued his kisses further south.
He began to peel away the beautiful black dress that adorned your voluptuous body. His pupils dilated seeing your beautiful skin and the black lace lingerie you were wearing. “As beautiful as this looks on you Angel...” he didn’t even finish his sentence before swiftly unhooking your bra, making you gasp lightly as the cold air hit your breast and instantly hardened your nipples.
Jeonghan left a trail of kisses as he made his way to your breast. The sensation of his lips on your skin and the heat of it all was slowly beginning to drive you insane.
How he could just make you feel so good so effortlessly was painfully good. Your hand made his way to his soft hair as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it at first and tugging at it softly. “H-hanie please~” you pleaded for more and he did not deny you.
Still having his lips on one of your nipples, he brought his other hand to fondle your other breast. Rubbing your nipple and giving it a soft pinch that sent waves of pleasure all over your body and earning more beautiful moans. The sounds that were coming from your lips and the fact he was pleasuring you, stirred Jeonghan and the tent in his pants was becoming unbearable, having him groan in both pleasure and pain which you had caught on to.
As Jeonghan was giving your breast all the attention and pleasure, you sought to bring him pleasure as well. Bringing your leg up a bit and rubbing his hard bulge that caused him to moan and send vibration to your now swollen and sensitive nipples. He had pulled away from the wet mess he created and brought his lips back onto yours as he began to strip away at his own clothes desperately.
“Jeonghan, more” you said in between kisses. Jeonghan had managed to take off his clothes and in the process moved your body so you laid comfortably on the bed as he towered over you.
You took a good look at his body, his soft and beautiful face was paired with a very lean and toned physique, but what got your attention was the size of his dick. There were a few times that you had imagined how big he must be, but you did not expect it to be this big and thick.
“Like what you see?” Jeonghan teased you as he noticed that your eyes had been scanning him, making you blush at the fact he caught you.
Jeonghan spread your legs and found that you were already soaking for him, bringing a smirk to his lips and fixed his eyes on your glistening pussy. “Look at you my angel, soaking wet for me” he brought his hand to your wet cunt and used his finger to rub your slit slowly making you mewel. “P-Please” you moaned out and tried to move your hips to get some friction.
“I want to savor this” while it might have sounded like he was joking, he was serious. He wanted to savor the look of pleasure on your face, the desperation. He inserted his finger in your went cunt and slowly curled it inside making you moan louder and grasped at the bedsheet. Adding another digit and picking up his pace, he felt his hand starting to get covered in your arousal.
“Tell me, what do you want, Angel? ” his fingers moved in and out of you faster and faster, making the feeling at your core tighten with every pump. You could barely make out words “I want to cum” you moaned and looked at him with pure desperation and he could not deny, he loved it. The sight of you being undone for him stirred him up even more. “Cum for me baby” he leaned over to kiss you as he kept fingering you faster and faster till you couldn’t hold it anymore and let the wave of pleasure take over your whole body. Jeonghan felt your body shake in pleasure
He pulled back and saw the look of pure bliss on your face. As you were catching your breath, he brought his hand up to his lips and licked his fingers as he smiled at you which only turned you on again.
You noticed his hard on and couldn’t help but to bite your lip and look up at him as you craved it. “Can you?” You asked him.
“What does my goddess want?” He teased you as he leaned in and started kissing your neck, as he rubbed the tip of his dick at your wet entrance. This man was going to drive you insane with pleasure.
“Please, fuck me” you begged him as you moved your hips against his dick for more pleasure. “Of course beautiful ” he kissed your lips again and pulled away to slowly rubbing the tip against the slit of your pussy, watching you squirm as he slowly entered you.
As you had expected, Jeonghans size was something you weren’t used to and he had noticed this. Taking a moment to let you adjust, moving the strands of hair covering your face as he’d talked you through it. “Such a good girl, taking me so well” he slowly moved his hips in and out which replaced the pain with pleasure.
Jeonghan kept a steady pace but this would only last for so long, as your cries of pleasure and the tightness were beginning to push him closer to the edge. He wanted nothing more than to pleasure you, but was finding it hard to keep his composure. “ Harder baby” you asked him for more.
Leaning back he brought his hands to your plush hips and held them as he picked up the pace. Your big breast moving up and down as he kept snapping his hips against yours. “Fuck” he had to close his eyes as the sounds of your moans and your skin hitting his was bringing him closer to his high. “Feel so good” he let out as he felt you clench around him.
“I'm close” he let out as he leaned back in and hugged your soft body, not caring about the pace anymore, he fully rammed his dick in and out of you at such a fast pace that you couldn’t help but to wrap your legs around him and hold onto him. In the heat of the moment you managed to find his lips “cum in me” you said in between kisses.
Jeonghan hearing you ask was the last straw as he jerked his hips deeper and harder into, watching you reach your high again, shivering in pleasure again for him.
He found his release soon after yours, filling you up with his cum. He kissed you again and looked at your pleasure filled eyes with adoration, “thank you”. You smiled back at him warmly and gestured to him to lay by your side, both your naked bodies wrapped around each other's arms as you both spent the rest of the night together.
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Hi I really wanna know how jeonghan pursue minji please his pov please
hi anon! of course! here’s my take on it ^_^
★ 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 － 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 （ 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗁𝖺𝗇’𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 ）
𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾．𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟢
𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍． 𝟤．𝟢𝗄
𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌． 𝖲𝖴𝖦𝖦𝖤𝖲𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖤 𝖢𝖮𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖭𝖳 𝖮𝖬𝖦， 𝗇𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗂𝖼 𝖽��𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅 #𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗂 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾， 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍， 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽， 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗌
𝖺𝗇．𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗏 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗏 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾’𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌． 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 *𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗋𝗌*． 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 ！！
♫ 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 － 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗓
☆ 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 － 𝗈𝖼𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝟣𝟧𝗍𝗁，𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟢
it was one of those days; always cold and the constant feeling of wanting to be warm. sure jeonghan was always cold but being in the presence of minji always made him warm up at least just a bit. at first it would come and go, but after realizing his feelings about her, jeonghan knew he couldn’t let her go right now.
it didn’t help that minji was quite popular with the male population or more specifically, male idols. the japanese girl always brought her cute charm everywhere and undoubtedly, he fell for it too. sure she was older than him, but he couldn’t help be attracted to her aegyo side. jeonghan didn’t know he was thinking about it too hard when he looked up and saw the members looking at him.
“you okay hyung? you’ve been spacing out recently. it’s fine if you need to take a break, we can have minji-noona go over your parts.” dino spoke to jeonghan as he put a hand on his shoulder. though just at the slight mention of the girl in his thoughts, he looked towards the rest of the members embarrassed.
jeonghan realized minji was looking at him with a deadpan expression and without wanting to look suspicious, he needed to say something quickly.
“eyy~ you know i’m doing well. i was just thinking about something and didn’t realize it was affecting the practice.” jeonghan pushed dino’s shoulder slightly in a playful way and focused his attention to the practice instead. although the conversation was over, minji couldn’t help but come up to him and figure out what was going on with him.
“hey.” she started the conversation while starting to back hug him, “did something happen? you’re looking a little too distracted for practice and cheol had to ask me why you were looking at me so.. hard.”
it was as if all of the neurons in his body stopped working as soon as those words came out of her mouth. he cleared his mouth and turned to face her. the look she gave him was ordinary but there was something about how she was looking at him that made him want to tell her everything.
minji, on the the other hand, tried to figure out what was going on. could it have been about.. last night? not wanting to take any chances, she decided to mention it.
“is this about, you know, last night?”
once again the heat of embarrassment came back to jeonghan, and by the looks of it, he definitely was thinking about it now. though as if she knew everything, she let go of him and sighed. with a stance of crossed arms, she was showing signs of not wanting to be vulnerable.
“i knew it wasn’t a good idea, i mean.. don’t get me wrong. i had a great time but i don’t think we’re ready to continue what we had.” a million thoughts were running in each other’s head but jeonghan knew what she was saying was wrong.
“what? no, i wasn’t thinking about that. i was just thinking about-”
as if on cue, mingyu interrupted jeonghan from what he was going to say. “heh.. sorry, but practice is over and we should start heading home soon.” the duo looked around the dance practice room and mingyu was right. most, if not all, of the members were packing up their belongings and heading out the door.
“we’ll continue this later okay? see you tomorrow.” minji gave her goodbyes and gave jeonghan a quick kiss on the cheek. she followed her roommates out the door and left jeonghan and seungcheol in the room.
“you know she likes you too. she’s just scared about commitment again, at least that’s what she tells me.”
a scoff came out of jeonghan’s mouth. yeah right, minji liking him? it’ll rain cats when it happens.
“you know she likes you too. she’s just scared about commitment again..”
those words just kept replaying, over and over again. he laid in his bed figuring out everything but as much as he tried to push it away, the moments from that night just kept on coming back.
☆ 𝗆𝗂𝗇－𝗃𝗂－𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗆 ／ 𝗈𝖼𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝟣𝟧𝗍𝗁，𝟣𝟤：𝟦𝟧 𝖺𝗆
“please.. i can’t do this no more..” whimpers came out of her mouth, only to be shushed by his hand over her mouth.
“minji-ah, you don’t want your lovely mingyu and wonwoo to hear us, hmm?” jeonghan whispered as he continued to work her out.
only the sounds of rustling bedsheets were heard within her room. mingyu and wonwoo pretended to be oblivious to the actions committed by the 95 duo. the 96&97 pair sat in the living room with the volume of tv only being heard.
“so, how much are you betting they’re gonna end up together?” wonwoo spoke as he kept his gaze on the tv screen showcasing some action movie.
“seriously, we’re betting on people’s feelings? can’t believe you, but i’m probably betting $100. how about you?” the taller man replied, not wanting to think about minji again.
“hmm, maybe $150? they’ve been at it for the last few months and it’s getting worrying. they both clearly like each other and minji has shown enough signs already.”
a sigh came out of mingyu’s lips. jeonghan was a lucky man, for sure.
☆ 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗃𝗂’𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 ／ 𝗈𝖼𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝟣𝟨𝗍𝗁，𝟣：𝟢𝟦 𝖺𝗆
after a few rounds of wrestling and cleaning each other up, minji stared at jeonghan getting dressed in his lounging outfit. a sigh came out of her which made him look at her. the look of vulnerability in her face told him everything he needed to know. jeonghan made his way to her bed and she scooted to give him some space. he climbed into the soft covers and they just stared at each other.
“can’t you stay here tonight? do you really have to go back?”
fuck. jeonghan always forgot how much minji got so conscious post-sex. instead of having to answer her questions, he pulled her into his chest and ran his hands on her back. it felt like the it was the perfect time for the both of them, laying there with vulnerability floating around the room.
“i love you hannie, you know that right?”
“i love you too mizuji.”
“do you really mean it, or are you just playing with me?”
as soon as those words came out of her mouth, he just stared at her. her glossy eyes reflected back onto him and jeonghan could see the look of admiration coming from her eyes. she always looks pretty when she cries, at least to him. a small kiss on her forehead and the waterworks came out.
“it’s alright if you’re not over him, mizuji. he was your love and best friend at some point.”
“i just felt like i lost him and i wouldn’t want to lose you either. so please don’t leave me.”
☆ 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗈𝗅 － 𝗁𝖺𝗇 － 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 ／ 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝟤𝗇𝖽， 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟢
after a few weeks had gone by, minji and jeonghan seemed pretty normal to the rest of the members. everything was fine, nothing too out of the ordinary until seungcheol and joshua started talking. seungcheol was jeonghan’s confidant and joshua was minji’s confidant, and yet out of the blue these two had managed to arrange a date for the pair of love birds.
minji was oblivious to the plan they created, though jeonghan had seen right through them. it was becoming strange that the pair were asking too many questions about how he would like to persuade minji into dating him and vice versa. jeonghan would figure out a day to meet up with seungcheol and joshua and try to work out a 100% approval confession.
“okay listen here guys. this plan is definitely going to work out because everything we know about minji is coming from this guy.” seungcheol stated as he started the small meeting and pointed at joshua to back up his “research”.
the board in front of the three guys showcased how it was going to work out:
“i think this is going to work out. what do you think jeonghan?” joshua asked him after reviewing the three steps on the board.
“i mean.. it seems fine to me but the real question is, where am i going to get the ring?” jeonghan replied and pointed out the small flaw in their plan.
there was a small pause from the jihan pair but to their luck, seungcheol was one step ahead. “that’s where i come in. i bought a ring for minji after figuring out her taste in rings and decided it would be put to good use as a starting relationship ring. that is until you get engaged.”
engaged? jeonghan never had thought that much ahead in time. would they even still be together and before all of that, would minji even say yes to both things?
“hey man, you got this.” joshua placed his hand on jeonghan’s shoulder and began his pep talk. “mizuki is a smart girl and she’ll have to realize that you’re confessing to her at some point. it’s better to do it right now rather than later because people constantly have their eyes on her in good ways and bad ways.”
“he’s right.” seungcheol placed his hand on jeonghan’s other empty shoulder and began his pep talk as well. “just remember that she likes you back and no matter how much you can deny it, she’ll end up saying yes.”
“thank you guys, seriously. i really hope what you guys say is true and not some random bullshit you’re spewing out of your asshole.”
☆ 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍 ／ 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝟥𝗋𝖽，𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟢
have waiters always taken this long to attend customers? or is it the stress talking? to his luck, minji agreed to the date set out for them by seungcheol and joshua. the dimmed dining room gave the place some contrast with the floor tiles, artificial plants, wall color.. oh! is that the new limited edition wine of 19-
“so are we just going to sit here in silence?” the words coming from her mouth interrupted his chain of thought.
“of course not. i’m just trying to figure out why the waiter hasn’t came by our table yet.”
“maybe the restaurant is understaffed? we can’t know for sure. but what’s up with this romantic dinner? are you trying to say something?”
“yes, i am trying to say something.” jeonghan took a breath and looked at minji straight in the eyes. “i have fell in love with you ever since you’ve stepped in that horrible green room and introduced yourself. there was something so precious about you that made me want to instantly talk to you. sure we’ve had our ups and downs as friends do, but this time i want to connect with you as a partner and not just a friend. you’ve been my everything at some point and i’m sure i have as well, so to make something clear.” he paused, pulled out the ring box, and placed it in front of her. “would you like to be my girlfriend?”
a pregnant pause filled their table. minji looked like she was in shock and trying to comprehend what had just occurred. realizing time was ticking, she gave him a smile.
“what type of fool would i be if i didn’t say yes? of course, it would be lovely to be your girlfriend.”
“you’re serious? like actually serious?”
“why would i be joking? weren’t my signs been clear as day?”
minji laughed and turned her attention to the black velvet box. he wouldn’t be proposing right away.. right?
“you should open it. it’s nothing grand but i think it’s something to confirm our relationship.” jeonghan spoke as he motioned her to open it.
she nodded and placed the box in her hand. she didn’t know what it was but it had to be expensive due to the quality of the box. once she opened it, it’s like she fell in love with jeonghan all over again. the three gems that were decorating the ring band were absolutely beautiful.
“it’s perfect. thank you.”
writing this made me feel single btw
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They Know 🌧
Summary : You can always count on Hannie to make your rainy days better.
Pairing : Jeonghan x Gn! reader
Genre : Fluff
Word count : 274
Warnings : None, I think?
Its raining again. Although it looks beautiful, it makes you anxious. Everytime it rains, it feels like something bad is bound to happen. And other people just brush off your worries. But there's this one man who knows you inside out.
That is why you're draped in a blanket with coffee in your hands while he holds you in his arms.
Jeonghan watched the rain fall on the flowers he planted for you, while you watch him. He looks ethereal, and in that moment you can't belive it's real.
Jeonghan glances at you and notices you smiling like a fool in love whilst staring at him, oh and he can't help but grin as he realises how happy he is right now.
"I love you" he whispers, because it's only for you to hear.
"And I love you, Hannie" now you're blushing looking in his eyes, whispering like him as if its a secret that only you guys share.
You both burst into giggles because you both know.
You know that you're going to love this man as long as you breathe. And even after you've died loving him a lifetime, you'll still love him in the afterlife till the end of the universe.
And he knows he'd do anything and everything to see that smile of yours. As long as he gets to hold you and love you, everything in the world is alright.
And you both know that you guys would do this all over again, to end up together in the comfort of your shared home- cuddling on your sofa, in our own world while it rains cats and dogs outside.
It's my first time writing actual fiction and I don't think it's that good because this was very much in the moment & self indulgent. I'm keeping it for now however I think I'll be deleting it once I have a few good one's up. Thank you sm for reading, I'd really appreciate any kind of note 🤍🤍
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Hold me tight | Jeonghan
It seems the spring flowers can only sigh, for no one is and will ever be as beautiful as you are.
In the spring, YOON JEONGHAN sits with a girl on a slab of cement under the cherry blossoms of Gangbuk. His legs dangle off the edge, arms at his back, propping him up. The girl with raven-black hair leans against him, reading, the faint sounds of her cassette player leaking through her earpiece.
He watches the pink leaves drift and fall slowly to the ground. Then, interrupting only the sounds of the birds and children playing:
“You’re a bit like them, y’know? The cherry blossoms.”
”Hm?” she asks, not taking her eyes away from her book.
“You remind me of the cherry blossoms,” he says, eyes lathered in wonder.
“In what way?” She asks, smiling. She still doesn’t look. The wind blows her bangs into her face. How could he have only noticed it then? That she was gorgeous. The way she laughed, or the way her uniform clung to her frame in the breeze.
“They enthrall me.”
“Yeah?” She sits up and faces him. Shuts her book. The wind is soft and cotton in his hair. The sun cast soft shadows of eyelashes on skin. She tangles her fingers with his, leaning forward; never once letting go.
[It seems the spring flowers can only sigh, for no one is and will ever be as beautiful as you are.]
#svt fanfic#svt imagines#seventeen#svt#svt fluff#svt x reader#svt jeonghan#jeonghan imagines#jeonghan fanfic#yoon jeonghan#jeonghan x reader#jeonghan fluff#jeonghan x oc#seventeen jeonghan#Spotify
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✰ 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐎 𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄 ✰
✰ non idol! yoon jeonghan x fem! reader & non idol! hong jisoo x oc
✰ genre: fluff, humor, slight e2l between reader & jeonghan
✰ warnings: none besides jeonghan & reader being childish
✰ word count: 4.05k
“come on rina, you can’t keep crying face down, you’re gonna suffocate yourself..” you said, looking toward your best friend’s stiff body on the couch. “maybe i want to suffocate myself, at least then i wouldn’t be sad.” she mumbled into the couch cushion.
“yeah cause you’d be dead rin.” “exactly my point y/n.” you rolled your eyes at her reply and moved to pull her upwards. “rin, it’s okay to be upset, but at least be upset and ya know.. alive.”
she huffed, face red and stained with tears. “it’s just not fair, we broke up almost two days ago.. why am i still crying about it? like yeah i’m upset, but i’m sick of crying. the tears just keep on coming out though.” i mean it was two days ago.. it’s normal to still be upset.”
“but you weren’t! i mean come on, you came home and went “jaewoo and i broke up”, ate a 4 for 4 from wendy’s, cussed out rose while watching the titanic, and then you were all good again.”
you laughed and rolled your eyes again, “ugh rose that bitch. there was definitely enough room for her and jack to fit, but that’s different rin. jaewoo and i’s breakup was pretty mutual, besides i saw it coming. not to be rude but.. hyunjae’s bitch ass sprung that on you like “surprise we’re done motherfucker!” it’s totally okay to take a bit of time being upset.”
rin shrugged, “i guess, but can you at least try to help cheer me up some more? please?” she finally smiled. “well i do have something that might be able to cheer you up.” you said, tapping your chin with your finger.
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“joshua i will actually beat your ass if you sigh one more damn time.” jeonghan yelled at his best friend.. for the sixth time that morning. “but jeonghan! how could she just say “okay” when i confessed my entire heart’s feelings and asked her to break up? it’s not like i wanted her to burst out crying and plead to stay with me, but i mean come on, at least act upset that we’re ending something that lasted for eight months and three days.” joshua whined. his clothes were rumbled, and hair was crazy on his head. it was obvious, he wasn’t doing too hot.
“i’m gonna ignore that you were keeping track of how long you two were together to that extent… honestly surprised you don’t know the hours and minutes at this point-“ “oh i do, but i figured i would just keep it short.” joshua pointed out.
“oh. gee thanks…” he spoke, sarcasm laced throughout his voice. “anyways forget about her shua, there’s better people out there. how about we go to the store, i know the perfect thing to cheer you up!” a sly smile appeared onto his face. “last time you said that it was just to make me buy you dinner!”
“i promise it’s not like that! i heard that building legos is a great way to get your mind off of a breakup; i even heard it on a podcast!” the truth was: jeonghan wanted a new lego set, but what joshua didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
“so… you’re saying… that building this “ship in a bottle” lego set is gonna be the cure-all for my breakup with hyunjae..? yeahhhh i don’t think so.” rin said as she stared at you with a straight face as you went “tada!” to show her the beautiful (your words) lego set right before her eyes.
“rin come on! it’s the perfect way to cure your sadness. you won’t even have a chance to think about hyunjae while building it because you’ll be too focused. i even heard it in a podcast i listened to recently. plus… i may or may not have wanted a new lego set… but that’s besides the point!”, you pleaded.
rin smacked her head with her hand. “you just wanted the damn lego set anyways and tried to make it seem like it’ll actually help, but go ahead and buy the thing y/n. i’m going to the dairy section to buy some stuff for dinner tonight. rin sighed as she wondered how she was possibly more mature than the supposed “mother” of their duo.
“oh i know that look, i’m still more mature than you are. go get the cheese. you’re acting like you can even cook anyways, i’m the one who’s gonna be making dinner. go on, go.”
rin walked towards the end of the aisle, but not before yelling “yeah you’re the mature one.. says the one hugging a box of legos. you smiled towards her and removed one of your hands to kindly stick up your middle finger. rin stuck hers up, copying you as she finally left the aisle.
“i knew it. just pick out the lego set you want you kid, i’m going to buy ingredients for dinner tonight. the younger sighed exasperatedly.
“i can help with dinner while we work on the legos! the older man winked. “absolutely not, last time i asked you to help, you forgot to put water in the ramyeon and we had to throw away my favorite pot,” joshua quickly reprimanded.
“whatever, the pot was ugly anyways. i mean it looked like my grandma’s wallpaper from the 60’s… but if you need me, i’ll be here choosing our fun for the night!” jeonghan winked teasingly at his best friend. “yeah yeah whatever.” joshua said as he walked away.
jeonghan was in his element, an infinite world (aisle) of legos. but, with all of the options, how was he to choose which one he wanted to build that night? of course, he checked his notes app for his wishlist of lego sets!
jeonghan opened his phone and checked his wishlist for the lego set he would hunt for. as he scrolled, his eyes were caught on the “ship in a bottle” lego set that he had added a few weeks ago. that was it, he just had to have that one.
the male searched high and low for the lego set. to any regular person passing by, jeonghan looked like a determined parent looking for his kid’s christmas gift… or the kid himself. point is, he was a determined man and he was absolutely going to find that lego set.
minutes go by as the man tried his hardest to find the lego set, until he realized… he had a whole other aisle he hadn’t checked yet! it had to be on that aisle. if it wasn’t, the store was definitely going to receive a lengthy letter about how their lego section lacked necessary inventory.
it felt like a scene from a movie. jeonghan quickly made his way to the next lego aisle and quickly began to search diligently. then the scene played out. as jeonghan searched high and low for this damn lego set and still couldn’t find it, he happened to hear a high pitched squeal which prompted him to turn to where the noise came from.
when he turned, he saw a girl, a really pretty girl, but then he looked down at what she was holding… his “ship in the bottle” lego set. this meant war, and also a grown man acting like a complete child. but he was no match for you in that department when it came to legos.
“you mean to tell me that i’ve spent 11 minutes searching like my life depended on it for that lego set and it’s been in your crabby hands this entire time!?” the male exclaimed as he had grabbed the box and began to tug on it.
“my crabby hands? what are you, a four year old? i had my hands on it first, it’s my lego set. go find a new one, and let go!”
“i’m not letting go until you give it to me.” the man said as he tightened his grip on the box. “then i guess we’re gonna be here a while because i’m not letting go either.” you spoke as you squinted your eyes at the man in irritation. who would’ve thought that two 20+ year olds were standing in the middle of a toy aisle fighting over a box of plastic pieces. thinking about your current situation made you wonder what rina was up to.
rina stared at the vast array of dairy products deciding on which ones she needed for the pasta dish that you had promised to make her. she had gotten carried away daydreaming about a cute guy sweeping her off of her feet in the dairy section. preferably one that was cuter than hyunjae. scanning her options, she finally locked eyes on the specific type of cheese that you wanted and reached out for it, the last one.
like a daydream come true, another hand simultaneously reached out for the same cheese. rina turned and locked eyes with a guy that was definitely cuter than hyunjae.
joshua stared at the girl across from him, who held onto the cheese that he needed for dinner tonight. “you don’t happen to really need the cheese do you? it’s just that.. my friend promised to make me dinner tonight to cheer me up since my boyfriend just broke up with me. and she claims this is the only cheese that can be used in her recipe and listen, her chicken alfredo is the best thing in the world and i’ve been really craving it, plus don’t you think the chef would know what’s best- wait you probably didn’t want to know all of that. i’m sorry, but can’t you just let me have the cheese please..? i promise that if we ever accidentally grab the same thing again, i’ll let you have it” the pretty girl pleaded as her eyes grew wider, probably thinking about the food her friend promised.
joshua couldn’t do anything besides laugh at the pretty girl as he took his hand off of the cheese. “no no i totally get what you’re saying. i’m going through a breakup too, but unlike your friend, i’m stuck cooking for myself while my best friend is in the lego aisle like a little kid.”
“really? sorry to hear that. but i can’t help but laugh about your friend in the lego aisle because so is my friend. she claims that she listened to a podcast about how legos “supposedly cure sadness” and insisted on it, stupid right?” the girl smiled, even her smile was pretty.
the boy laughed and mentioned how his best friend had said the exact same thing. rina couldn’t help but notice that the “definitely-cuter-than-hyunjae-guy” had a really nice laugh.
the cute boy spoke again, “but really, you take the cheese, i’m sure one of these other cheeses will suffice for my dinner tonight,” reaching for the cheese to hand to her.
rina kindly accepted. “well.. my friend always tells me that i trust people too easily. it’s probably the reason my last boyfriend was so terrible, but you and your friend could come over for dinner. that way you guys would still get to eat the dinner you wanted. i think it would be nice, as long as you’re not some secret murderer. i just finished watching “somebody” and “unlocked” and i’m honestly really not ready to be murdered so.. like i’m sad, but not that sad.”
the short haired man laughed again. “well i wouldn’t mind, but we should at least ask your friend. we should probably learn each other’s names and exchange numbers as well. who’s to say that you’re not a really pretty murderer yourself?”
“ah you do have a point. well i’m rina, nice to meet you.” she spoke as she stuck out her hand for him to shake.
“i’m joshua, nice to meet you too. let’s go and see if we can find our friends”
when rina and joshua walked to the lego aisle, they weren’t expecting to see their two best friends arguing about a lego box in the middle of the aisle. luckily for all of their dignities, no one else was in the aisle as a witness.
the two youngest of the group, not that you’d be able to tell at that moment, ran to snatch the lego set from in between their hands. rina grabbed your arm and pulled you a bit further to ask, “y/n! what’s going on?”
“this dude came over here claiming that i stole his lego when you clearly saw me holding it before you left to get ingredients. and then he grabbed onto it and i don’t care how old i am, he was not just going to take my legos from me!” you exclaimed.
rina just blinked. it was all she could do besides laugh at how elementary you sounded. her and joshua were in a similar boat.
“alright alright, what’s going on with you and the girl man?” “shua i spent what felt like days searching for that exact lego set, all for it to be in her evil hands!” jeonghan spoke, perhaps a little too loudly as you had overheard what he said. rina had to grab your arm to keep you from pummeling the man.
joshua just stared and wondered how this could’ve happened, he didn’t even think he was gone for that long. but being quick minded, he spoke up. “i have an idea, rina and i were both looking for ingredients and we realized that there was only one block of the cheese we both needed left. so she proposed that my friend- this is jeonghan and i’m joshua by the way- come to dinner since i gave her the block of cheese. rina and i are fine with it, but we came to ask if you two were okay with it.”
“no offense but what if you or jeonghan is a murderer? you had stressed jeonghan’s name in the sentence to show that you were definitely talking about him.
“me a murderer, all i wanted was my lego set, who’s to say that you’re not the murderer, ms. lego stealer?” jeonghan argued as he pointed his judgy finger towards your face.
rina intervened before another argument between you two broke out while you quietly mumbled in the background that your name was actually y/n. “since we decided to invite them to cook the same meal, what if we also invite them to build the same lego set. it might sound a bit weird since we all just met, but we’re all in the same situation, so i think the more the merrier!”
“dinner with the enemy, but i guess i see no problem with it. but if we’re doing this then jeonghan you can buy the lego set since it’s you and your friend coming over.” you stated. “if i’m buying it, then it’s mine but you’ve got yourself a deal y/n.” the long, browned haired man spoke as he stuck out his hand to shake your crabby one. now that you could stop and take a good look at him without yelling curse words, you noticed that he was actually extremely good looking.
after shaking hands, you looked over for a bit and noticed your friend and the other guy, who you learned was named joshua, talking and laughing with one another. he was definitely an upgrade from her last boyfriend and though it was definitely way too soon, you approved.
after exchanging numbers and checking out, the boys followed you and rina back to your apartment as it was almost time for dinner already.
walking inside of your shared apartment, you quietly thanked yourself for having cleaned the apartment out of boredom the day prior. you and joshua began to unload the groceries you both bought as rina showed jeonghan to the living room where he quickly got to work on his lego set as she played some background music on the tv.
though you and joshua didn’t get to talk much in the store, as you both cooked, you were quick to take a liking to the man. he was exceptionally nice, very good looking, a great cook, and he shared similar interests with you. but as you cooked, your eyes kept shifting to the man hunched over a kajillion plastic pieces splayed across your living room table. as infuriating as he was, you had to admit that he was the most attractive looking enemy person you’ve ever seen. and you hate to admit that some of the things he said as you all finished up in the store did have you chuckling quietly to yourself.
rina felt the same way you did. she figured that she might as well try out this lego set that you and jeonghan were so adamant about, but she quickly realized that legos just weren’t for her and she was rapidly losing focus. but was she actually losing focus because the legos bored her, or because she couldn’t take her eyes off of the gorgeous man cooking pasta in her kitchen.
“you should ask to help them out.” a voice spoke softly from beside her. rina quickly whipped her head toward the long haired man and raised her eyebrows in question. jeonghan took his eyes off of the legos, looked up at her and smiled, “you’ve been staring at him since we got back here. you should try and get closer to him by helping him cook. it’s just an idea.”
“but i can’t cook…” she answered. “well you can’t be worse than me, so just give it a shot. besides i’ll let you in on a secret… i want to hang out with your friend in there, but she’s busy. if you take her place, then it’ll be a win-win for us both rina.” the man smiled as he looked up at you in the kitchen cooking calmly. he could tell that you were in your element.
rina quickly sprung up and mentioned how she “totally shipped you two together” before she walked into the kitchen to ask if she could take your place. but only because she knew you really wanted to do the legos, totally not because she was trying to score herself a new man and maybe one for you too, nope not that.
you didn’t hesitate to give her your stirring spoon as you dashed to the legos on the table, leaving the youngest two in the kitchen laughing to one another about how they totally shipped you and jeonghan’s little “enemies to lovers” situation.
you and jeonghan fell into a groove while building the ship in a bottle. turns out that the two of you shared more in common than you both initially realized. and maybe wasn’t the most terrible person to be sitting on the floor building a toy with.
“they so have a thing for one another. every other minute it’s either jeonghan staring at y/n or vice versa.” rina said as she tugged on joshua’s shirt to stop what he was doing and look at their two friends. “yeah they’re cute together.” the man spoke back gently. “here, now it’s time to grate the cheese into the pot, want me to help you do it, rina?”
something told you to raise your head and look into the kitchen. you saw joshua standing behind rina as he helped her grate cheese into a pot. it was so cliché, it was cute. you smacked jeonghan upside the head gently for him to look in the same direction.
“we’ve all only just met, but i think they work well together. joshua just broke up with his now ex-girlfriend and i knew her for like eight months and to be honest, i still wasn’t sure about her all those months in. but, i’ve got a better feeling about rina than i had with her.” the older male spoke and he fondly looked at the two youngest in the kitchen.
you turned back to face the man, making eye contact before you started, “yeah rina just got broken up with by her lame ass ex, hyunjae and i actually could not stand that random. he was never a good person, but rin liked him and wouldn’t listen, so i just sucked it up.” you sighed to catch your breath before continuing. “but.. as i was in the kitchen chatting to joshua while we cooked, i thought that he could be good for her whenever they were ready to try dating someone again.”
“what about you, y/n? do you have a special someone?” jeonghan asked as he rested his head on his hand, elbow on the table. “ha, no. i just broke it off with my ex-boyfriend a few months ago, but if someone were to just magically enter my life, i guess i wouldn’t mind.” you said, shrugging as you continued to build the toy. the boy next to you agreed quietly as you both fell back into a rhythm.
time passes and later, the best words that could ever leave a person’s mouth are spoken: dinner’s ready!
even though rina couldn’t boil water, her and joshua made a good pair together since the whole apartment smelled heavenly… and was still intact. and shockingly enough, you and jeonghan had just snapped the last piece together, high fiving one another as you awed at your shared (he decided it was no longer just his) masterpiece.
“rin i’m so proud of you, this tastes so good. and josh, i think we’re gonna have to officially become best friends and have more hangouts, because this is the best pasta i’ve ever eaten. i thought i made a good alfredo, but you definitely win the gold medal for sure, cause gahdamn this is good!” you spoke, expressing your love for the carbs. honestly the three of them were surprised that you said that so clearly as your mouth was stuffed to the brim with pasta and garlic bread.
“i’ve got to agree with her, shua this is great. but, let’s give a round of applause for y/n and i for building our lego set. isn’t the ship in the bottle so cool!” jeonghan stopped eating just to pick up the lego set and make “ooh-ahh” faces while posing with it.
all of you laughed as rin had a realization, “you said our, have you decided to share it?” “yes we have, y/n is no longer my enemy and resident lego stealer. i’m even leaving it over here as a token of our new found friendship.” the long haired male put down the ship and placed his hand over his heart to show how sincere he was being.
joshua leaned over to whisper into his ear, “oh hush, you’re probably only leaving it over here as an excuse to keep coming over to visit.” jeonghan shushed him and pushed him away, trying to quietly refute what his best friend was saying, which in fact was the stone cold truth. he really did just want to keep coming over to see you and maybe his lego set while he was there.
“if i visit, then you get to tag along and see rina too so follow along with my plan you dick.” jeonghan whispered back.
you and rina nodded to one another before she said, “we don’t have a problem with you guys visiting again!” “especially if josh is gonna make food again!” you added.
the other three couldn’t contain their laughter again and josh pointed out that “no, next time we come over you and jeonghan have to cook. i’ve heard you’re quite good, but jeonghan here can’t even turn the stove on, so good luck!” the younger man joked, to which his best friend smacked him upside his head with his lego set. “zip it,” he sneered. you laughed again, “challenge accepted.”
you four all resumed eating as music softly played in the background. you turned to rina, simultaneously as jeonghan turned to joshua and you both whispered quietly,
“who would’ve thought that we’d meet two pretty girls in the lego aisle?”
“who would’ve guessed that we would both meet two cute guys in the lego aisle?”
✰ hey… totally didn’t plan to somehow spread out all of my fics (whopping total of three 🤪😲) on this blog by 3 months 😭😭 guess u could think of it as a random gift for whoever stumbles upon here every couple of months ig.. 🧍🏽♀️
✰ anyways, thanks for reading !!
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jeonghan - acting
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"yoon jeonghan is korea's number one arrogant heartthrob."
"look at yoon jeonghan's bad boy roles in recent years."
"what makes yoon jeonghan charming?"
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"everything. everything is charming about him," you said out loud while skimming through articles about your boyfriend on your laptop.
"shouldn't you be looking at news about dokyeom?" seungkwan asked you from his seat across from you.
the two of you were sitting in a busy café together that was almost overflowing with customers from the lunch rush. both of you were friends, and seungkwan was actually jeonghan's manager. you were dokyeom's manager, and both actors were on a shoot together.
"i mean, jeonghan is my boyfriend, so i really need to check on both of them," you replied. not many people knew you were dating jeonghan, but the ones who knew were told to keep it a secret. "should we go check the set now?" you asked, peeking at the time.
"let's get some snacks for the staff," seungkwan suggested and you agreed with a nod.
the two of you gathered your things and bought snacks and drinks for the staff members before leaving. you went back to the building where a tv show was being filmed and set everything out for the staff members.
"and cut! thank you. we'll move onto the next scene," the director spoke.
you peeked at the set and saw a few well known actors and actresses; two of them were jeonghan and dokyeom.
"excuse me, we brought snacks and drinks so please have some," seungkwan announced to everyone.
you walked by the set and noticed that jeonghan was getting his makeup retouched. he was staring at a wall but turned his gaze at one point and noticed you. you waved at him, and he waved back before gesturing you to go over to him.
you walked onto the set and the makeup artist walked to someone else once they were done.
"hi," you said and smiled at him.
"hey," he greeted you with a smile.
"how's the filming going?" you asked him.
he shrugged, "it's alright. we're kind of behind schedule but it should still be okay," he explained to you.
"at least we don't need to rush to that other photo shoot now," you said to him. he was supposed to have a photo shoot for a magazine company, but it was rescheduled due to an internal issue.
"hey jeonghan!"
both of you looked over and one of his costars came up to you.
"oh, am i interrupting?" she asked.
"no, you're not," jeonghan replied. "what is it?"
"are you free for dinner after the shoot? it'll be late, but maybe we can get a quick bite?" she asked him.
well this is awkward.
"yea, sorry. my shoot for this ends earlier than everyone, and i have to go to another schedule," he replied, but you knew he was lying to her.
"oh, okay! maybe next time!" she said before walking away from both of you.
"you have another shoot?" you replied with a smile.
"would you have liked it more if i told her that we're having our usual home date?" jeonghan asked you.
"if everyone knew we were dating, then yes," you replied. "i'm gonna check up on dokyeom. he's probably sad that i talked to you first."
"oh definitely."
-
"noona! why don't you hang out with me anymore?" dokyeom asked as the two of you left the set together.
"hey, we do hang out. i take you to your schedules. i take you out to eat," you replied to him. "you've been busy lately. it's hard to find time to actually hang out when your actor is always booked. you're welcome, by the way."
"i don't have a schedule next sunday, right? let's go out for barbecue. it'll be my treat," he said to you as you walked to the car.
"alright, deal," you replied and unlocked the car. you got into the driver's seat while dokyeom sat in the back. you started the car up and put your seat belt on. "am i dropping you off at home, or am i bringing you somewhere?" you asked him.
"me and hoshi are meeting up at the company building," he mentioned.
you nodded and started driving away from the set.
—
after bringing dokyeom to the company building, you decided to go to your office and make sure dokyeom's schedule for the next week was fully updated. afterwards, you left the building with everything you needed and drove back to your apartment. after about twenty minutes, you made it to the building and parked your car in the garage.
"hurry up already!"
as you got out of the car, you heard a familiar voice basically scold you. you looked over and saw jeonghan waiting for you by the elevator, making you roll your eyes at him.
"what are you doing out here? why didn't you go in?" you asked while walking towards him.
"i wanted to greet you."
you raised an eyebrow, "and you greet me by yelling at me?" you asked.
he smiled, "yea."
you shook your head as both of you went into the building. when the elevator arrived, both of you walked in and you pressed the button to get to your floor.
"so, what do you want to do?" you asked jeonghan.
"hm? there's a lot of things i want to do," he said and he started smirking.
"should i make a complaint with the company? the well known actor is—"
jeonghan interrupted you with a groan, "come on, babe. you do this every time i'm like this. be creative for once with your remarks—ow!" he yelled after you punched his arm. "owwie..."
"want to watch dokyeom's movie?" you asked, "i already bought it."
"can you kiss my boo-boo?" he suddenly asked, making you deadpan as the elevator came to a stop.
the doors opened, "i'm leaving," you said and walked out of the elevator with jeonghan following you.
"wait, no! my love!"
"shh!" you shushed him as you two walked to the door of your apartment. "you trying to get me fired?" you questioned. "do you have the key to the door?" you asked him.
"mhm. you still haven’t put the new one on yet?" he asked while grabbing your hand to hold it. you had to get your lock replaced a few weeks prior, but you somehow kept forgetting about putting the key on your keychain.
"yea, after i closed the door, i remembered that it was on the counter," you mentioned. "i was gonna call you, but you got home late last night."
"i wouldn't have minded," he said as he grabbed his set of keys from his bag. "what are we doing for dinner?"
"what do you want? and don't say—"
"you."
"okay, i'm leaving."
"stop it," he said and tightened his grip. you two reached your apartment and jeonghan unlocked the door. "i'm going to shower first," he mentioned.
"then i'll cook," you replied as you walked in with him stepping in after you.
-
"shit."
you woke up when you heard jeonghan sit up in bed. you squirmed and covered yourself with the blanket.
"what's wrong?" you asked jeonghan.
"someone took a picture of us a few days ago when we went out to dinner," he explained. you instantly threw the comforter off and sat up next to him.
"what?!" you shouted, fully awake and freaking out. you looked at his phone screen and looked at the photo that was taken. "we're with other people though. how can they think that?" you questioned.
jeonghan heavily sighed and scrolled down, "someone must've heard us talking..." he showed you another part of the article. then, his phone started ringing, and you noticed that seungkwan was calling him. "hello?" he answered the call and got out of bed.
you grabbed your phone off of the nightstand and saw messages from your coworkers and your bosses.
oh no...
while jeonghan left the bedroom to talk, you started freaking out because you didn't know what to do. then, your phone started ringing and you answered the call, which was from one of your superiors.
-
"like i said, this won't affect your work, but fans will be upset at you. you're on a really good streak right now, it'd be bad if that ended," seungkwan said to jeonghan.
the actor stood by the windows in the living room, looking down at the city.
"i'll be fine. it's just...what about y/n?" jeonghan asked before glancing over at the bedroom door. it was open so he could still see you in bed. if he had to guess, you were probably on the phone with one of your bosses.
"i'll talk with the higher-ups. maybe...maybe you reveal it if they agree? i think that's better than letting everything go away," seungkwan said to him. "i know only a few of us know about you two, but we support you no matter what."
"thanks, seungkwan."
"i'm heading over to the company building now, so i'll call you later, alright?" seungkwan said.
"yea, talk to you later."
jeonghan ended the call and walked back into the bedroom to find you laying down again. you were sprawled out, and he noticed tears had already fallen.
"oh, baby..." he spoke and climbed onto the bed, hovering over you. "everything will be fine," he said to you and leaned in to kiss your forehead.
"will it?"
"yea, it will, baby."
-
eventually, you went to the company building to have a meeting with one of the directors of the company. you were supposed to bring dokyeom to his schedules, but one of your coworkers stepped in for you instead.
after the meeting with the director, you left and went to the parking lot. sitting in your car, you sighed and tried to clear your head a bit.
then, your phone started ringing. you picked it up and saw that it was jeonghan calling you. you took a deep breath in and out before answering the call.
"yes?"
"where are you?" he immediately asked.
"sitting in my car," you answered.
"in the garage? are you leaving?" he asked you.
"no, i'm just trying to clear my head," you said to him.
"stay there. i'll be down in a second."
he ended the call and you put your phone in one of the cup holders. after a few minutes, someone knocked on the window, and you looked over to see jeonghan outside your car. you unlocked the doors and he opened the door, quickly getting in before closing the door.
"you okay?" jeonghan immediately asked you.
you nodded, "yea. are you?" you asked.
"i'm okay."
"wanna go home?" you asked him.
"sure, let's order takeout too," he replied.
—
once you make it home, food was already waiting at your door. you started setting up lunch while jeonghan sat on the couch.
"hi. it's been awhile."
you looked over from the kitchen and saw jeonghan holding his phone up.
instagram live? with everything that already happened today?
you continued setting everything and grabbing some things from the fridge.
"i talked to the company today about everything. today was a really interesting to wake up to," he mentioned. "i'll be straight forward," he said.
you started moving plates over to the coffee table while listening.
"i have a girlfriend."
you looked at jeonghan, and he glanced over at you for a second before looking back at his phone screen. you continued moving bowls and plates back and forth, letting him continue speaking.
"we've been dating for a few years. we started living together last year," he mentioned, "i won't say her name, she's very shy about publicity. maybe one day, i can post a photo of us that wasn’t taken by paparazzi. baby, come here," he called you over. you hesitated but he gestured you over.
you walked over to him and he grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together. he pulled your hand into the view of the camera.
"i hope this is enough to prove i'm dating. she's very cute. oh, she's blushing now."
you yanked your hand away from him with a pout while he chuckled.
"okay, i'm going to go now. we're eating lunch together. have a nice day," he said before ending the live.
"they told you to make it public?" you immediately asked him once he put his phone down on the couch.
"no, i decided that on my own," he answered.
you sat down next to him on the couch and kissed his cheek.
"maybe people will stop asking me on dates now," he said, making you both laugh, "but seeing you jealous is quite cute."
"then you should see how many staff members ask me out."
"huh?"
you started laughing while jeonghan hugged you.
"you're mine."
you kissed him, "yours."
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you and i
ft. choi seungcheol
a/n: i believe this was a request from my old account, but since i’m reposting my old works i might at well start with this one!
warnings: nothing but fluff :) oh an intentionally lowercase letters
word count: 300
"the water's much calmer tonight."
tonight’s moon had rolled in the tide more smoothly than the last, revealing a clear, vivid image of dusks fading skyline. the stillness of the briny sea left little to no worry to him, and you couldnt complain either. it's uncomfortably quiet with the absence of its noise yet you both liked it better that way.
"mhm, it's perfect."
seungcheol softly adjusts his breath as he settles into the fleece of your blanket, emitting a drowsy groan while he sinks his head further into your shoulder. you can't help but stiffen from his touch, warming your face slightly. it leaves an anxious, rather pathetic feeling in your conscience after knowing him so many years, yet the ruffling of his bangs against your shoulder lulls you gently back into a tranquility. carefully, you lean your head against his, noticing his breaths thinning out.
he allows the waves to still his fidgeting, noticing how well it seems to calm you down as he watches your eyes close from above him. before long the stars have peaked out from the sky, cascading a glow against the oceans rising tide.
"let's stay together like this, yeah?" seungcheol recommends, finding your face straight on with his as he rises from his position. The way your eyes rest, gently settling in to his soft hands as he caresses your cheek proves just how passionately you agree.
“it’s you and me.”
“you and i actuall-“
you suppress a laugh, and with one swift motion, your lips dip to his face, an innocent kiss pecking his right cheek in hopes to shut him up.
“don’t ruin the moment.”
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Shadows of Desire (part 5)
Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan/Reader
Summary:
You always thought the only romance you would experiment with in your life was the one between pages under the flames at midnight. That was until you found him, because the feel of his fangs digging into your neck was more than addictive.
Warnings: mentions of alcohol and blood.
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"You let that stupid dog inside again? It's going to break another pillow." Your brother complained. You hummed in response, your eyes leaving the pages of the book you were reading to see what your brother was doing.
"Looking handsome today again? Are you and Mark going to that bar again?" You wondered. Mark had come to break the news of a new bar opening fifteen minutes away from your house around a week ago, and ever since then both of them had been going there every single day and night without missing a beat.
"It's not even lunch time yet." You frowned; your brother had been getting more and more comfortable with alcohol that early in the morning in the past few days, and you didn't like it one bit.
"We're going to have lunch there," he answered, closing the buttons of his jacket. "I'm meeting Mark along the way, so see you later. Get that dog out of the house, would you?" He protested before closing the door behind himself.
You sighed, changing the page you were reading. "Man, am I right, Jiji?" You asked the dog, and Jiji didn't understand what you said but didn't miss the opportunity to wave its tail. You chuckled, patting it behind the ear.
The weather that day was significantly better than last week; the storm fortunately hasn't been as bad as it had been, and quickly the snow melted with the strong sunshine that the town has had the fortune to witness for the past three days in a row.
You could hear some birds singing outside as they flew near your house, and the smell of bread baking in the oven perfumed the whole house.
Your stomach growled furiously when the smell started becoming more prominent.
"Let's see if it's ready," you told Jiji as you moved the dog out of your lap and onto the sofa. Jiji's ears moved in your direction as you walked away from where you were resting together.
You hissed when your skin accidentally came into contact with the hot bread. You hurried to drop it on the table and soak your finger in cold water to erase the awful sensation of a burning finger.
You were annoyed at your own clumsiness, and being hungry didn't help to make your mood better at all.
You decided it would be best to distract your mind with the book you had been reading nonstop ever since you put your hands on it. You have, once again, comprehended the reason for its value.
And even if it was a thank-you gift for the sugar Jeonghan asked you for, you felt like you needed to give him a thank-you gift for the thank-you gift.
It had been such a thoughtful gift, and you didn't know what could ever be a thank-you gift you could create or buy that could give the same value to Jeonghan.
Speaking of Jeonghan, it's been over a week since he gave the book to you, and you've been reading and rereading the book over and over again because you didn't know how much time you had with it. He had said he would be coming this week, but there hasn't been a single clue that the man is coming anytime soon.
Not that you minded; the longer he took, the longer you could have the book in your hands.
But you had found yourself going to bed really late at night and waking up pretty early just in case Jeonghan was planning on visiting you in the morning.
Well, he wouldn't really be visiting you; more like coming to get the book back, you reminded yourself.
You sat down on the sofa again, Jiji rushing to lay its head on your lap as you went back to continue your reading.
And just as you were getting lost in your thoughts, a light tapping on the front door startled you. You hurriedly set the book aside and rushed to answer it, knowing who could possibly be on the other side. Your ears were racing in anticipation. To your delight, Jeonghan was waiting outside your house, an easy smile gracing his lips.
"Oh! What a pleasant surprise!" You exclaimed, your eyes lighting up. "Please, come in."
Jeonghan was wearing a brown jacket, and his clothes were covering him from head to toe. You wanted to laugh at the extravagant choice of clothing he was wearing, but you couldn't really say anything as you were wearing what you supposed were more pajamas than outside clothes.
Jeonghan nodded and stepped inside. His eyes wandered around, stopping on Jiji for a second. The dog was already on alert mode, waiting for any false movements to attack. His gaze briefly flickered to the book on the table before meeting your eyes. "I hope you're enjoying the book," he said, his voice warm and sincere.
You nodded, your smile widening. "I absolutely love it; I've been reading it nonstop." You chuckled. "Thank you so much."
Jeonghan bowed slightly with a playful glint in his eyes. "You're most welcome. Were you baking something?" He asked, his nose moving slightly as he took in more of the smell.
"Oh yeah, do you like bread? I was just about to drink some tea with it."
"I used to eat it a lot when I was younger, but these days I don't find myself feeling tempted to eat it, if I'm honest." He sighed.
"I see. I also had a phase in which I couldn't eat homemade gnocchi because it reminded me a lot of my father. Maybe a tea?"
"Tea would be perfect, thank you." He accepted with a smile. "Would it eat me if I sat down?" He laughed, his eyes staring at Jiji.
"Don't think so; it's been a while since we have received a complaint of Jiji biting something else aside from sheep."
"Have you finished it?" You had to turn around to see what he was referring to. His eyes were on the book, touching the different pages.
"Like ten times already." You confessed.
"It hasn't even been a week yet, has it?" His eyes widen in surprise. You nodded with a proud smile on your face.
"I practically gave up sleep just to read it." You laughed, taking the two cups of tea to the table. Jeonghan quickly took it from your hands, saying something about it being too hot for your hands.
"So what's it about, then?" He asked, taking a small sip and letting his hand move the spoon over the drink to cool it. His cheek was resting on the back of the hand he wasn't using, and his eyes were looking straight into yours.
You weren't used to having this much attention on yourself.
"It's about a priest's daughter who fell in love with a demon dressed up as a man, whose plans were to kill the priest." You replied that your eyes were unavailable to keep the eye closed for more than two seconds.
"It sounds really interesting." He added, taking another sip. "Do they have a happy ending?"
You laughed, saying, "I'm not going to tell you; I'm going to ruin it for you when you read it!"
He shifted awkwardly in his seat. "Are you sure you don't want to keep it? I seriously bought it for you. I'm not as into books as you are. You're probably going to give it a better house than me; it's just going to be full of dust in a whole week."
You shook your head. "I'm serious; I appreciate the gesture, I really do! But it's way too expensive for me to accept it. I couldn't. Really."
"Besides," you added, seeing that Jeonghan wasn't that convinced, "it's going to be so much fun to talk about it later; I never have anyone to discuss my books with."
Jeonghan was silent; his eyes were looking everywhere but you for the first time, avoiding yours.
"I mean, not to force you or anything. I figured that if you were going to read it, we could talk about it later, but if you'd rather not, then it's okay. More than okay. Sorry for assuming." You practically vomited all those words, and you weren't even sure if any of them made sense. It clearly didn't make sense to you.
Jeonghan sighed, looking out the window behind him for a brief second.
"It's not that. I just happen to be in a difficult situation right now." He confessed, entreating himself with the book next to his hand.
You frowned, not liking this one bit. "What kind of situation?" You asked, and you seriously considered whether having him at your house when you were alone had been a good idea. It didn't matter if he did something nice for you; he was still a stranger. And you were not trying to get yourself involved in any sort of dangerous situation. "If you don't mind me asking," you added.
"I don't think I'm even allowed to talk about it with you, if I'm completely honest."
Your heart started beating faster, and your nervousness was getting to your head. You unconsciously moved backward, putting more distance between the two of you.
"Then you better stop before you get in trouble, not?" You tried to joke to hide the way you were starting to get scared.
"It's nothing too bad." He reassured. "I just have these... friends." He didn't look so convinced by that definition, as he frowned while thinking about it. "And they just don't find it that amusing that I am spending time in here."
"With me?"
"And with you." He agreed. "They think we should only get involved with certain types of people. And they were angry the last time I came here, so I had to snick out." He finished with a smile on his face, as if he were a kid telling a story about how he managed to stay up after his nap time.
"But I don't think that's alright. I like coming here."
"Then why do you keep being friends with them? They sound awful. Sorry." You quickly apologized, reminding yourself that they were still his friends.
He tried to say something, but he stopped himself from doing it. Thinking about it better. "I don't really have much of an option; they are now my family."
"That doesn't sound like a nice family to have, but I guess you can't really choose your family, can't you?"
He smiled, but this time his smile looked sad.
"I guess I better not stop you anytime longer; I don't want you to get in trouble. Thank you for the book; it was a really nice story." You moved the book in his direction, standing up from your seat.
Jeonghan looked at it for a few minutes. There was something that was troubling him on his mind, you could tell.
"I don't have to go yet. Not now; at least they will not be at home for another hour, an hour and a half if I'm lucky."
You blinked, trying to process what he was saying.
"I don't want you to get in trouble because of my fault." You shook your head.
"You won't, unless... you don't want me to stay?"
"I do, but I'm afraid I won't be an interesting company."
He shook his head. "Such nonsense." He smirked. The Jeonghan you had seen the past two times you had encountered him was coming back. You felt yourself relaxing, and you guessed that if he wasn't worried, neither should you. They weren't your friends after all.
"I was planning on visiting the forest today; since I need some blueberries and blackberries, do you mind coming with me?" You offered.
"My pleasure." He said this, making space for you to walk in front of him.
"Jiji, let's go!" You weren't stupid; if Jeonghan happened to be planning on doing something to you or if his friends were going to hurt you, you wouldn't risk it by not bringing Jiji.
"Today is such a nice day." You take in as much as the warm breeze was giving you that day.
"It is." Jeonghan nodded, walking right next to you and following your steps. "So, do you usually make jam?"
You were thankful for Jeonghan's attempts to have a conversation rather than keep quiet.
"Well, yeah. My brother and I love blackberry jam, but I also make blueberry jam because otherwise the blackberry one just disappears in one week." You chuckled. "Do you like jam?"
Jeonghan thought about it for a while. "I used to have lots of strawberry jam, but I can't stand it anymore."
"Oh, you got sick of it?"
"Something like that."
Suddenly, Jiji started rushing towards a point in the forest you knew way too well. You yelled the dog's name, but Jiji was just not paying attention to you.
You ran behind Jiji, trying to rush your legs as much as you possibly could.
You could see Jiji attempting to attack one of Susan's sheep; the poor thing was trying its best to hide from the dog.
You hold Jiji down, taking her away from the sheep that quickly escaped to Susan's house. You started nagging Jiji for running away from you, but looking at your surroundings, you felt ghostbumps running down your back.
There was white sheepskin everywhere, as the sheep usually came down there to eat grass, and other animals, and sometimes even humans, haunted them. You felt like you had a reason to be scared, but no matter how much you tried to listen to what the reason was, you couldn't come up with why your body was reacting that way.
Some of the sheepskin had blood on it, and it smelled just as awful as it looked. You froze there.
Why were you acting this way? You could feel your body freezing and your legs starting to shake.
Your mind just was—it was blank. There was nothing in there.
You jumped as the feeling of a warm hand touched your shoulder. Your sudden movement startled Jiji, making the dog bark again.
"My, my, are you always such a scaredy-cat?"
You started blushing as Jeonghan stood there watching you calm down with an amusing expression on his face.
"No, I'm not... I didn't expect you to be right there. You startled me."
"This is a creepy place." Jeonghan commented, looking around at what was left of the sheep. "Let's get out of here; it smells as bad as it looks."
Jeonghan started walking again towards the place you originally had in mind; you never mentioned where it was, so you wondered if Jeonghan also took fruits from there.
"These are delicious." You smiled, walking straight to a big blueberry and taking it into your mouth. "Try one!"
Jeonghan took a small blackberry, admitting that you were right about the good taste.
"My brother is going to be so happy when he sees the amount of jam I'm going to make tonight!"
"Do you want me to put them in my bag?" Jeonghan offered.
"We should wash them first."
"There's a lake near here; we can wash them there; there are lots of big rocks to put them on while we wait for them to dry."
You knew about the lake, but you never went there. Not since you were around five. That was the same lake where you learned how to swim when you were a kid, with your father's instructions.
The lake and the view in general were almost exactly the same as the one you remembered. The only thing that was different was the lack of flowers, but it was expected considering that it wasn't summer yet.
Jeonghan walked to the water, taking the fruits from his bag and sinking them under the water, using one big (almost plain) rock to let them dry with the breeze. You followed him, doing the exact same thing.
"I haven't been here in ages." You stopped what you were doing to take a moment and appreciate the view. Jeonghan glanced at you before bragging about the direction you were looking in.
"It's such a beautiful place." You mumbled, returning to wash the fruit.
Jeonghan brought his hand to your mouth, a blackberry between his fingers. You understood what he wanted, so you opened your mouth to eat it.
"Did you wash that one?" You asked, worried.
"No."
Jeonghan laughed at you when you started chocking, reassuring you that he was only joking.
"Ha-ha, you're hilarious."
"We should probably start going," Jeonghan mentioned, looking at the sky.
He was right; your brother could go back anytime soon if he decided not to go to the bar that night.
"I'll walk you home." Jeonghan offered, putting the dry fruit back into his bag and helping you stand up.
"If you have to go back home now, I can..."
"I still have some time left." Jeonghan cut you off, offering a smile.
You both started going back to your house, Jiji enjoying the company as the dog constantly ran back and forth, waving its tail and barking at the birds.
"What's its name?" Jeonghan asked, avoiding Jiji's jumping near his body.
"Jiji." You smiled at your cute dog, who was now sniffing a tree. "We found it when it was just a puppy; now it's so big."
"ugh!" Jeonghan suddenly screamed, jumping back below a tree near him. He was holding his hand close to his chest, and his lip was being furiously attacked by his upper teeth.
"Are you okay?" You worriedly asked, stepping closer to inspect what had harmed him. "Did something bite you?"
You could see a couple of bees passing by, their bright colors brighter under the sunshine that moved between the tall tree's leaves.
The clouds were moving faster now that the wind had started to become stronger, and the last minutes of sunlight were showing a beautiful spectacle in front of you.
You took a quick look at his hands; they were red and looked nasty, almost as if boiling water had touched them.
"Oh my god! Are you allergic to something?"
Jeonghan finally opened his eyes; he had closed them to prevent more pain from entering his body.
"It must be a spider." He breathed.
You doubted it; spiders didn't leave such awful marks behind them, but you decided to keep your mouth shut.
"We can stay for a bit if you need to." You reassured him, already making your way to sit in a big fallen tree behind him.
The forest was back to its previous darkness as another cloud covered the sun once again.
You supposed that had been the last rain of sun you would get for that day, as it would take probably minutes for the sun to say its last goodbye and let the moon welcome everybody to a new night.
"No, it's okay. We can continue."
"Are you sure?"
Jeonghan didn't answer; instead, he nodded.
He didn't give you any other explanation or try to start a new conversation. But, since your house was five minutes away from the forest, you didn't get to feel awkward or uncomfortable with the silence.
"Thank you for the help." You thanked him, taking the fruit from his bag and putting it all on the table. "Maybe if you come back tomorrow, you can get some jam as a thank you for your assistance today."
"I'll see what I can do." He smiled, waving you goodbye as he quickly made his way home.
It was that night, when you found yourself rereading the same book you had been reading for the past week, that you realized that he never took it back.
You wondered if his friends had found out about Jeonghan visiting you. Maybe if they got to know you, they would be okay with you guys hanging out? You weren't a bad person, and your family didn't have a bad reputation either.
And that's how you went to sleep. Completely oblivious to how you never saw his reflection on the lake.
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