unafraid of toil

jung hoseok, felix. 7th year hufflepuff. muggleborn.

[hufseok-blog]

my apologies and such to those who I owe replies, welcomes and such-- 

if you see this and you would like to plot with hoseok, please like this post and I'll get around to messaging you at some point. 

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j-hope’s forehead/hair up appreciation post 

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© First Crush

[hufseok-blog]

lean on me / / jhs & kjg

[slyjeong]

( `/ he doesn’t really feel like doing anything at all, feeling a little bit nauseous, dull pain aching in his abdomen, but his room is stuffy and it’s only making him feel worse. the tapping at his window has him crawling out of bed to open the window and let in the owl, taking the note quietly and scribbling back a quick reply )

( owl ) hoseokie hyung! i’m nauseous and the room is so stuffy ㅠㅠ fresh air sounds really good. i’ll see you there soon ~

( `/ he heaves himself out of bed with a soft grunt and a pained sigh, dressing slowly before he makes his way out of the slytherin dungeons, taking his time )

[hufseok-blog]

(`just as he was leaving the owlery, his owl swoops down to his arm where he rests for a few moments; gently pulling the note out and reading it as a large grin curled onto his lips. he figured there was no need for a reply seeing as the younger was probably on his way out; he lightly strokes the top of his owl's head again before taking his leave and making his way to the courtyard) 

[bangtannoonas]

71/endless edits of J-hope.

[hufseok-blog]

lean on me / / jhs & kjg

(`brushing his fingers through his dark brunette hair, a small hum is heard as he enters the owlery, making sure that he was cautious -- the last time he'd visited the owlery; practically stomping around, he managed to scare most of them off, while the others proceeded to nip and squawk at him. he lightly strokes the top of his owl's head before attaching the note with his free hand)

[ owl ] jeongguk! how are you feeling today? would you be up for maybe a little fresh air? meet me in the courtyard. 

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【Bane】Neukmin & Hoseok

It was lunch time, Neukmin slumped against the wall enjoying a the bitter taste of a cigarette between his lips—Another day, another batch of shitty summer classes his parents had forced him to take. He had fifteen minutes. Fifteen to make the most of his smoke break, so he’d found a place secluded. A corner in the courtyard all to himself where he could enjoy poisoning his lungs at his own leisure. He exhaled into the air with a blissful sigh. It seemed a crime to be cooped up inside, forced to listen to know it all Professors, babble on about subjects no right minded person would concern themselves with. Idiots. He would mumble to himself, recalling the recent lecture he’d been given on the unethical nature of the forbidden curses. He tipped the ash from the edge of his cigarette, his brow raising upon the sound of footsteps around the corner. A groan left his lips as the cigarette returned to them, a familiar smell intruding his nose. ”Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of a filthy mudblood.” Neukmin chuckled a puff of smoke into the air, wondering if his favorite Hufflepuff would emerge as predicted. 

[hufseok-blog]

A wave of relief had washed over Hoseok as soon as lunch time had been announced, he'd been cooked up in that classroom for what seemed like hours; he always enjoyed his classes and his teachers were quite nice too, but there were just a few fellow students that he couldn't handle, those he couldn't stand-- which was usually rare, seeing as Hoseok's attitude is what helped him to get along well with others. A grumble was heard from his tummy as he stepped out onto the courtyard, sighing as he ran his fingers through his hair; he figured a little fresh air would do him some good, perhaps a minute or so to just clear his mind before he scurried off to go an grab a bite to eat from the great hall. 

He turned a corner which led off into quite a secluded area, a place where he'd come maybe once or twice a week to just think and get away from everyone else; but today wasn't like most days. Before him was a figure, one that he knew all too well -- one that he'd rather have his own eyes gauged out than have to see, before him stood Neukmin; another student who he'd had the pleasure of meeting during his third year at hogwarts, and despite the two being in separate houses, Hoseok did all he could to become friends with the other; only to be turned down with something along the lines of; "Who would want to be friends with someone who has blood as filthy as yours?"

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