NEVERMIND

Happenstance [ Zico / Yoongi ]

Zico’s eyes were glued to Yoongi, studying his every move. His eyes usually picked up on everything their target wanted to hide, but with Yoongi, it was all too easy to read him. He tried to hide his true feelings behind rejections forced through soft lips with that gruff tone, but nothing he said matched up with how he acted. He was clearly a horrible liar, something Zico couldn’t help finding endearing.

He couldn’t even keep his eyes off of Zico’s neck once he’d exposed it to him. Even as he stammered and stumbled over words, his eyes were glued to that spot. Zico could tell exactly what he wanted and his amusement was slowly becoming apparent on his face. A smile was itching to spread plump lips, but so far just the corner of his mouth was affected.

Zico watched as a lollipop fell from Yoongi’s pocket and skittered across the floor, stopping right between his sprawled legs. He smirked wickedly, eyes glinting with mischief as he easily laid his hand over the candy before Yoongi could reach it. He held it ransom, twirling the stick between his fingers as he continued to hold his shirt open with the other hand. He knew exactly what it was that he held; it was a blood lollipop sure, but it also represented what he hoped might be Yoongi’s last hope of resisting.

He licked his lips as he calmly tucked the candy into his shirt pocket. “I won’t tell a soul. We’ll both have dirt on each other so…it’ll just be our little secret,” he enticed softly. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn’t help being curious about what it would feel like. He’d always heard that it felt good for both parties and honestly, he’d been pretty bothered by the fact that Yoongi rejected his help before. This was his chance to find another way in.

The minute the lollipop slipped from his pocket, Yoongi scrambled to retrieve it. His expression was panicked, and as Zico's hand closed over the 'candy' before he could get to it, an embarrassed blush rose on the Hufflepuff's cheeks. Yoongi gritted his teeth as Zico twirled the pop between his fingertips, taunting him with it. Yoongi's eyes instinctively flicked to Zico's neck once again.

Yoongi dropped his head into his hands, rubbing his face at first before his fingertips slipped into his hair and then clenched into fists. His breathing had grown much heavier and it was getting harder for him to concentrate. As a half-vampire, his desire had never been this strong before. It was as though he could hear the blood coursing through Zico's veins, tempting him. Yoongi was salivating already and for the first time in his life it felt like he no longer had any control over that dangerous side of himself.

He staggered as he crawled forward on his hands and knees. He slid one leg on either side of Zico and came to rest on his lap, his lips seeking out the Slytherin's neck. His small body trembled as he leaned against the older boy, sharp teeth grazing against Zico's neck as Yoongi continued to fight the overwhelming urge. His head dropped to Zico's shoulder as he tensed. He was losing this battle with himself and it was all Zico's fault.

"Fuck you..." he growled bitterly. "This is just an agreement, and nothing more..." he warned, lifting his head up again and finally allowing his fangs to pierce Zico's neck.

yoonggi

#reflection

Happenstance [ Zico / Yoongi ]

Zico was growing more and more anxious the longer Yoongi remained silent and staring at him. His trepidation only grew when Yoongi reached into his robe. His eyes widened when he withdrew his wand. Zico’s eyebrows knitted together and he pressed himself back further against the cold stone wall. He knew that Yoongi disliked him. Was this a setup?!

Were the guys who had ambushed him actually friends of Yoongi? Had they beaten him down as much as they could so it’d be easier for Yoongi to finish him off? Was he really that angry about the time Zico had intervened when he was being bullied? Maybe his pride was hurt more than Zico had realized.

A dozen paranoid conspiracy theories flashed through his mind at once and surprisingly, he couldn’t muster the dedication to draw his own wand against Yoongi. Even pointing the wand at him, it trembled. He looked fragile in the dim light, drained and pallid. He didn’t want to fight against him, even if it meant losing, a surprising revelation. But instead of cursing him, Yoongi did the opposite, which was somehow even more surprising to the Slytherin.

He watched, eyes widening, as Yoongi healed his wounds instead of inflicting more. As eyes drifted back to Yoongi’s face, carefully analyzing his features and following his gaze as it settled on his lips. He licked them unconsciously, rewetting the drying blood, but that was soon healed too. Zico didn’t miss the color that rose in Yoongi’s cheeks as he stared, and the Slytherin couldn’t help seeing the Hufflepuff in a changing light. He was quite appealing with a rose hue on his cheeks.

As much as he wanted to chalk that blush up to the fact that Yoongi was attracted to him, even Zico’s ego couldn’t ignore the other signs. Another outcome seemed much more likely and it gave Zico an idea on how to proceed with things; a convenient resolution to their awkward situation.

“Sometimes the punks who cause trouble around here tell their older siblings that I’ve ruined their fun. I can usually handle things all right, but these fuckers jumped me after I’ve had a few too many,” Zico grumbled begrudgingly, forced to admit his defeat in the situation. It was important he minimize the outbreak of rumors, though. It’d be bad enough with the younger siblings gloating at school, but it’d be better if there were no witnesses to say otherwise. Right now, Yoongi was the only witness to the crime.

“You can’t tell anyone what happened,” Zico suddenly spoke up, eyes narrowing with seriousness. “I have a…reputation after all. I’m prepared to offer you an arrangement,” Zico went on as he reached up to unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt. Owl wings were always visible over his collar, but now Yoongi was met with the entire tattoo as Zico bared his neck. “For as long as you keep my secret, I’ll let you drink my blood whenever you want it.”

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows as Zico further explained the situation. He vividly remembered the day that Zico found those seventh years bullying him. Yoongi believed he had only helped him in order to blackmail him. Seeing that Zico was a Slytherin, Yoongi just instinctively believed that there was no way Zico would have helped him without wanting anything in return. He had never assumed that it was something Zico did frequently, to the point that people would want to retaliate against him.

At the time, Yoongi had been anything but appreciative. He had essentially scolded Zico for coming to his aid. At the time, Yoongi had really thought that he would have rather dealt with his bullies than be in debt to a Slytherin, but it hadn't turned out like that at all. Yoongi was starting to see that maybe that had never been Zico's intention in the first place after all.

When Zico insisted he couldn't tell anyone, Yoongi raised his eyebrows in surprise. He didn't understand at first, until Zico explained the situation to him. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Zico's fear for his reputation, but he could tell from Zico's tone that he was extremely concerned about the situation.

Yoongi's eyes instinctively flicked to Zico's neck the minute he revealed it. His tongue slid over his lips once again and that intense ache throughout his body returned. He'd closed his eyes, forcing himself to try and calm down when Zico laid out the details of the arrangement he was offering. There was a brief look of panic on Yoongi's face when he looked up at Zico. He'd spent six years trying to keep people from finding out the truth about him!

"W-why would you think I'd want that? What k-kind of stupid deal is that? I don't...I...I'm not o-one of them..." he choked out, eyes constantly sliding down to Zico's neck before Yoongi forced himself to meet the Slytherin's eyes again. He gave a soft, shuddered breath. He'd never wanted something so much in his entire life. A terrifying feeling for someone who'd only ever known the taste of the Ministry supplied blood lollipops. "I...I think should go..." he decided weakly, one trembling hand already reaching into his pocket in hopes he’d brought one of the lollipops with him.

Happenstance [ Zico / Yoongi ]

Zico’s eyes struggled to adjust to the dark. With his luck, it’d be a professor or staff member tending to the owls that discovered him. To his surprise…and dismay, it was neither. It was someone far worse. ‘Perfect…fucking perfect…’ Zico grumbled inwardly as the Hufflepuff became distinguishable in the dim lighting.

It had happened once and once only. One of the students he’d gone to the trouble of protecting had rudely rejected his kindness and told him off for helping him. The scrawny, sour-pussed, grouchy Hufflepuff stood in front of him now and Zico couldn’t help choking on the overwhelmingly bitter irony at how their roles had reversed.

Zico leaned his head back, scowling when it smacked against the wall though he hadn’t intended it to. He glowered at Yoongi as he came closer, squinting when he squatted down. It was just before he heard the Hufflepuff’s distinctly gruff voice that he remembered how surprisingly deep it was. It didn’t match him. He was too pretty for that voice, but it did match his rotten personality. He was cute…but not cute, not one single bit.

Zico really couldn’t stand him after he’d snubbed him. It had bothered him a lot more than he liked to admit. Enough that he’d started asking around about this Min Yoongi. Of course, he’d gone to Jimin first. Jimin knew just about everyone. The problem being, Jimin thought everyone was nice. ‘Yoongi takes really great photographs…I think. He hasn’t shown me any, but I’m sure they’re great. He sleeps a lot….umm, that’s all I know,’ and no one else he checked with seemed to know anything different.

Even now as he bent down, Zico noticed the camera with him. As he was noticing more about Yoongi, Zico couldn’t help the growing suspicion that he was agitated somehow. He seemed distracted, eyes moving over his body where blood was seeping through his clothes. He’d asked what happened and it he was okay. Zico was surprised he cared enough to ask either question, but he couldn’t help wondering if Yoongi was okay too.

“Some guys jumped me, that’s all. It’s nothing,” he insisted as he tried to sit up straighter and ended up slouching back against the wall, bloody bottom lip protruding obstinately as he inhaled sharply through clenched teeth. So much for trying to play things off.

The atmosphere around him felt suffocating. He was trying to concentrate on the fellow student in front of him but it was like all of his senses were too focused on the injuries instead. He'd heard his reply but despite being right in front of him, Zico's voice sounded miles away. Yoongi sighed heavily, but it came out strained. He reached into his robe and withdrew his wand, his hand trembling as he raised it up.

Naturally, his instincts were trying to stop him, desperate to just take advantage of the situation. It was overwhelming for Yoongi considering he'd never had such intense feelings before. It wasn't the first time he'd been near blood, however never this much all at once. He shook his head a little, ultimately suppressing his instincts and doing what he needed to. A couple flicks of his wand and Zico's wounds slowly closed. "That'll do for now but you should really see the nurse," he insisted softly, eyes sliding over toward Zico's split lip.

He raised his wand again but hesitated. His cheeks had grown lightly flushed by now, but he took a moment, rubbing his hands over his face to gain some kind of composure before trying again. This time he performed the spell without hesitation, sitting back on the ground as he gave another heavy sigh. "Why the hell do you have people jumping you? What'd you do to them?" he questioned accusingly.

fairykibum

flawless

#reflection

Happenstance [ Zico / Yoongi ]

@huffyoongi

The blood in his veins burned from the Firewhiskey he’d been drinking all night. The scorching sensation only worsened when adrenaline surged into the mix. Zicovian’s steps were unsteady as he wandered back to the school after a long night of drinking at The Three Broomsticks. He was drunk…but not drunk enough that he didn’t realize he was being followed. And not by one, but several wizards; the cowardly type of men he’d angered didn’t settle scores on their own.

It was only a matter of time, he supposed. He’d lost count of how many instances of bullying he’d intervened upon since enrolling at Hogwarts. While most of the defenseless and timid had come to appreciate his presence more than they normally would expect to, considering the fact that he was a wealthy Slytherin from a pureblood family, but it almost meant he was making quite a few powerful enemies because of his interferences.

Zico was all about an underdog story, but in this case…a case where he was the underdog, could hardly walk straight and was being followed by a handful of dudes who obviously gave no fucks about fighting fair, he just couldn’t get excited about his odds or the outcome. His ego wouldn’t permit him to run. Losing the fight would be far better than feeling like a coward. Yet, he was holding out the hope that they wouldn’t attack with his back turned. If he could just get to the school…but of course, that would be too easy.

He listened intently, willing himself to somehow sober up. They’d certainly chosen a convenient time to spring an attack. With the school in view, Zico was sure he heard a curse muttered in a hushed tone. He dropped to the ground, a blur of electric green light flying over his head. And all Hell broke loose after that. He scrambled to his feet, trying to get to a place that offered him cover and a chance to fight back, but there were too many spells flying at him for none to make contact.

Zico quickly lost count of how many times his body was hit and flew through the air. The humiliation of being beaten was strong, but eventually, his instincts of self-preservation kicked in and he sought cover within the nearest building, which happened to be the owlery. Too cowardly to venture into the school, the group of men fell back and as far as all parties were concerned, they were the victors.

Zico groaned in pain as he pulled himself into a sitting position just inside the door. His voice echoed up the winding stairs that led to where the owls of Hogwarts nested. He was bleeding here and there, but mostly his injuries were bruises. Still, the taste of blood in his mouth made him furious. At first, he thought he was imagining things but after listening more closely, Zico’s eyes widened and he looked up to see who belonged to the footsteps he heard coming down the stairs.

It was late, and Yoongi knew he'd be in trouble if he got caught, but that had never stopped him before. Besides, after curfew he never had to worry about other people being around. With his camera hung around his neck he'd taken some photos of the grounds, eventually making his way to the owlery. Some of the owls were so unique, but during school hours there always seemed to be someone coming and going, making it difficult to have any privacy to take decent photos.

The hours seemed to pass by quickly until he heard what sounded like a voice from downstairs. It didn't sound like they were coming up, so Yoongi took a couple steps closer to the entrance to see if he could see who it was, until an intense shiver suddenly shot through his entire body.

Yoongi went to take another step, but his body felt paralyzed. It wasn't fear. He'd had this feeling before, just never as intense as this. He forced himself to keep walking, but with each step his desire grew stronger. His heart was starting to race, his head felt cloudy and he was beginning to salivate. Even if he had never actually tasted fresh blood before, his natural instincts remained and his body still craved it.

Step after step he made his way closer, but when he met eyes with the injured person, Yoongi froze. It was him. Yoongi still felt embarrassed when he thought about their last meeting, when the Slytherin saved him from being bullied. A gesture Yoongi had been certain was only so he could blackmail him in the future. Maybe he'd ask him to take the fall for something he did, or demand he do his homework for him, but either way Yoongi assumed the only reason Zico had helped him was for his own benefit.

Still, at the moment the scent of his fresh blood was making it difficult for Yoongi to concentrate on anything. His eyes seemed fixated on Zico's wounds and the hint of blood on his lips. Yoongi licked his lips. He took a couple steps closer and squatted down near him, managing to take a good look at him finally even though he was still clearly distracted.

"What the hell happened...? Are you okay?" he asked, his voice unsteady.