some legends are told

kim jongdae. chen. yellow ain't my color but whatever. 19, sixth year about me || plots / rls

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heathens

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@ravbaek

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“oh,” the hufflepuff mused as he sets the stick between his lips once more. “i didn’t know that you play quidditch – and a seeker for that matter.” it’s only smoke that separates them, only drinks that keep them warm. the more the boy talked, no matter how trivial everything sounded, the more jongdae found himself smiling wider and listening better than he normally would. was it because of the alcohol? he wasn’t sure. “your family –“ his thoughts trail off to a memory he doesn’t want to remember; of a house that’s not a home and a family that he never heard of six years later. the recollection sends unwanted shivers – his eyes closing forcefully and hands gripping a little tighter on his glass. “—sorry.” he comes back to his senses, now immensely embarrassed over getting triggered in-between drinking sessions. “it’s the whiskey. fucking head hurts.” but it doesn’t and he finishes his glass in one go.

“you know, you’re not really boring.” jongdae drags the last bit of his cigarette before crushing the end on the wooden floorboard, his mouth feeling irritatingly dry from the nicotine’s aftertaste. “in fact, you got me a little surprised when you said that you smoke.” he pulls out his pack and offers one to the other. “seems like we have something good in common, after all.” this time, he mimics the other’s gesture – another glass of whiskey and his back against the same wall so that they’re not exactly facing each other anymore.

“hmm?” he looks at his glass and swirls the liquid with the flick of his wrist. “what do you want to know?” the question didn’t need to have any answers, not when jongdae foretold details of his miserable life one by one. “this is probably common knowledge by now, i’m not even surprised.” the smile became a little crooked, and his eyes were fixed upon his drink. “a boy from a prominent slytherin family – sorted in hufflepuff. a fucking disgrace in the whiole ‘kim’ family line.” the contents of his glass are diminished by the time silence swept their conversation.

“—but that’s alright. i’m over it.” it’s rather astonishing to have jongdae this calm. “like i said, we’re a little the same. after i graduate, i don’t have anywhere else to go. i’m just lost like you.”

but it turns out that he wasn’t as calm as he thought—the grip of his hand caused his glass to break. the tension was all over the place, “fuck.” his hand is blooming crimson and it hurts so fucking bad. “there should be a couple of bandages left on top of the cupboard.” jongdae winces as he tries to tend to his injury. “fucking hate it when this happens.”

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mighty fall

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@slyveovis

(...)

(/he accepts the handshake firmly as if to hide his apprehension from hearing the infamous invertebrate in which its size is summed down to simply ‘huge’ because his friends couldn’t tell him the numbers. jongdae couldn’t even find the other male’s amazement from seeing such a beast, couldn’t find his excitement over the fact if grindylows are really ugly in person or even merfolk ––– perhaps he needs an extra course for beast appreciation if that ever existed. sadly, it doesn’t. the thought slips away over the next question –– jongdae actually laughs) actually, no. (/ it’s quite embarrassing to admit this, but if he’s going to start pretending here, he’ll have his life at stake later. jongdae steps into the water as well and joins veovis ) but i do know how to float, at least… and the bubble charm will be there to help. (/ and he’s with someone who can actually swim, so that’s that) what exactly are we supposed to do for our project again? (/ he’s trying to prolong the dip, you know, because he’s gonna miss the sun and he needs some ‘conditioning’ of sorts before really stepping into the unknown) okay, real talk. (/ well, they can’t chat here all day. jongdae realizes that if they spend too much time out, they might end up finishing the task by nightfall. no, he doesn’t want that either) i’m a little scared. (/ kim jongdae, son of two prominent slytherin wizards, one of hufflepuff’s best-kept students with almost stunning records, is afraid of a squid and some creatures he hasn’t seen. this is the worst day of his life)

[gryffxadara-blog]

` tales of winter ‘

( featuring @jongdaepuff )

during the winter break, the castle does a 180 and transforms to something almost unrecognizable. gone is the ceaseless chatter of students walking from one class to the other and instead in its place comes the silence of a slumbering castle. the house elves stay back to cater to the students, like her, who don’t go home for the holidays and the ghosts never really leave so it isn’t as empty as one thinks it to be.

adara likes the castle best this time of year; when everything is at peace and everyone else falls into a pace entirely their own. she decides to spend her free afternoon exploring the castle in hopes of catching up on the adventure she has missed out on in the six years that she’s been here. with the castle mostly free of its usual inhabitants, now is the perfect time to shed her good girl personality - even just for the night. 

but the last thing she expected to stumble upon is a boy standing in front of the mirror of erised in all its subdued splendor and magnificence. curious, she takes a step beside him - heart thrumming in her chest from anticipation - and gazes upon the reflection on the mirror. “what do you see?” 

[jongdaepuff]

hogwarts is twice as better during the holidays–– the halls are spacious, the chattering decreased, the glass windows are frosted from the snow, and they serve the best hot cocoa in the morning. it’s something that he has always anticipated all year, and despite the fact that he hasn’t come home for a good six years, jongdae doesn’t feel lonely. he has friends, a load of assignments, and the whole castle to wander around when the authorities aren’t looking.

jongdae thought he knew his way around the castle already since he had numerous night walks last semester, but the idea changed when he found himself inside a room he hasn’t quite visited yet. the walls are almost bare, save for old painting of unmoving wizards and windows tainted with dust. he walked further inside, eyes wandering everywhere until he’s greeted by a giant glass mirror.

he couldn’t quite decipher how something as common as this could make him awe. was this magical? jongdae carefully held the surface, his palm touching cold, cold glass. it didn’t seem like it –– but the thought slipped after hearing a voice, and then his reflection suddenly changed from one to two bodies.

“jeez, do you think jumping on people in an abandoned room is normal?” he looks at her, now wondering where and how she got there. jongdae shakes his head, dismissing the thoughts as he answers. “i see us.”

the word ‘us’ originated from nights spent together, talking aimlessly over things jongdae didn’t just blurt out to anyone, of conversations kept secret and sympathies for each other’s tales. “what are you doing here?”

[jongdaepuff]

heathens

[jongdaepuff]

@ravbaek

(...)

“of course you should like it, or else i wouldn’t share this with you!” jongdae laughs before emptying the contents of his glass, instantly making his cheeks burn from the added heat. he frowns over the funny nickname, “––chen,” the remark is quick but nothing’s quicker than jongdae already refilling his own glass.

baekhyun was quite interesting and it’s one thing he mentally added into his list. “your curiosities will lead you to your own grave, my friend.” this time, he opted to set down his glass to decelerate the pace. after all, they’re not exactly here to get drunk in an instant, right. “if she finds out, they’ll kick us both to detention. i don’t mind that.” he shrugs as he fishes for something inside his pocket, “do you?”

“anyway, tell me something about yourself.” jongdae manages to get his wand out and a pack of cigarettes as well. he takes a stick from the pack and sets it between his lips, “and promise me that we’ll finish this bottle together, alright?” his wand lit a small flame for the end of the cigarette, and jongdae started dragging long blows before exhaling silver clouds at the ceiling.

the night is still young and tomorrow’s a saturday–– all the more reasons why they should stay longer. he sets his cigarette stick on one of the ashtrays he conjured before taking the glass back and sipped a couple more of the whiskey. “and no, i will not force you to smoke. in case you’re a little agitated.”

[jongdaepuff]

[ ' the owl arrives on the exact hour christmas begins, bearing a rectangular box wrapped in black and gold. inside the box is a pair of enchanted floaters, ones that will enlarge and transform into a rubber raft once it senses danger ] happy holidays, jongdae. i hope this little gift will keep you from drowning the next time we are partnered up. [ ' the card reads in intricate script. his name is signed at the bottom ]

(/ the gift comes of as a question) IS HE MOCKING ME? (/ but these are actually neat, he then examines the floaters, if only he had another reason to swim)...that boy... (/head shaking, jongdae pockets the card for safe-keeping before tucking away the gift. his lips curve slightly over veo's kind gesture. maybe it's time to do the same?) wonder if he'd like dried squid for christmas... (/ and so the christmas shopping begins)

[jongdaepuff]

“Stay still, I can’t reach the top of the tree!”

“just hurry up!!” honestly there are HUNDREDS of ways anyone could decorate a christmas tree even without magic. unfortunately, they’re both stuck with the burden of making things a little more festive in their common room. “always the harder route for you, isn’t it?” his shoulders are about to give up – seriously? what was in jihoon’s head that made him think of this.. UNTHINKABLE idea. “..did you attach it yet?” it’s the last piece to make their tree complete, and jongdae couldn’t take the weight much longer. the next series of events came a little too fast but it was summarized by a really loud THUD and a disheaveled tree.

“this is why we’re wizards, jihoon!!” he waves his wand, body on the floor and extremely exhausted from manually decorating all.freaking.day.

[jongdaepuff]

“Nice sweater…”

“of course it is.” jongdae brushes his sweater in mere effort to dust away how uncomfortably new it is before smiling at her. it’s a good day and he’s trying to be nice for the holidays, just because. “how could i not wear something from you?” the smile doesn’t leave his face; he wished it’d be like this more often.

[jongdaepuff]

“Well, I guess we’re right under the mistletoe!”

he’s been avoiding a great amount of people for a good reason. no, it’s not because he’s antisocial but you know how holidays can switch to holidaze real quick; everyone’s always on to someone jongdae just couldn’t read quite yet.

and there it is, a scenario of many scenarios during festive events: a mistletoe and two people below it. he reads him between sips of his beer, and then “guess we are.” pause. “are we supposed to do something? bro?” that’s right, play coy til we know what happens next. always the safer route, right?

[jongdaepuff]

“You smell like cinnamon.”

he is nothing but a crisp and clean scent – a perfect combination for his overly transparent personality. but it’s the holidays and someone in the hufflepuff common room threw in an exploding gingerbread house; jongdae was unfortunately there and his clothes are now festively sweet – he hates it.

“well, happy holidays.” he throws his arms up, much after becoming a walking bath bomb for christmas. “go on, laugh.” jongdae hopes she doesn’t.

[jongdaepuff]

“Your hands are freezing don’t touch me!”

“but your cheeks are so warm and i forgot my gloves.” an intoxicated jongdae is a rare occurrence, and that’s something that only baekhyun has experience first hand. he stiffled a laugh after finally releasing his hands from baekhyun, and then reached for one of the few bottles left from a crate he recently smuggled. “is it christmas already?” laughter. “merry christmas, baek.”

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“I think I’m coming down with something.”

“Do you want to help me make some mulled wine?”

“Bah Humbug.”

“All I want for Christmas is you.”

“Well, I guess we’re right under the mistletoe!”

“I wish I got someone else for Secret Santa…”

“It’s snowing outside!”

“We need to hide the presents.”

“I burnt my hand trying to roast chestnuts.”

“Wake up, I want my presents.”

“I am not dressing up as an elf again…”

“Get out from under the tree!”

“That’s the cutest snow angel I’ve ever seen.”

“Do you know any carols?”

“Your hands are freezing don’t touch me!”

“Do we really have to spend Christmas with them?”

“Nice sweater…”

“You’re so warm, don’t move.”

“That snowball went right in my ear.”

“We can’t share a scarf- what do you think you’re doing?!”

“But it’s cold outside.”

“I don’t understand how me dressing up as a present benefits anyone…”

“Stay still, I can’t reach the top of the tree!”

“You smell like cinnamon.”

“I think my teeth have frostbite.”

“I’m going to be late, the roads are icy.”

“You look like Rudolph the red nose reindeer.”

“Come back here- you’re not leaving without your coat.”

“You’re leaving out cookies and milk to encourage an old fat man to break into our house?”

“I think I got some tinsel up my nose.”

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firealarms and losing you

sleep doesn’t arrive even at one in the morning; jongdae turns sideways at least a hundred times before finally giving up, groaning and all, as he resolves to a medicine that hasn’t failed him yet. so, he gets out of his bed and changes into a slightly more comfortable for the weather. the packs are snuggly kept in his pocket and a miniature bottle of blishen’s fire whiskey (a little engorgio charm will do the trick) along with it.

there are numerous hideouts in hogwarts that thankfully, thankfully hasn’t been discovered by authorities in school. jongdae swiftly dodges every creeping shadow along the way, and manages to get to one of his favorite spot – a slightly less visited building with an open balcony and the night sky waiting with stars waiting to be counted. it’s the breeze that takes him, the solace and sheer silence that made it his favorite midnight trip.

except it wasn’t exactly empty; jongdae sees a couple of bottles on the floor, not so neatly placed. someone must’ve been here for quite a long time, he guessed as he whispered the engorgement charm on his miniature bottle.

“hey,” a familiar ravenclaw. ah, yes. it makes sense now. “jongup, what the hell?” it was best to answer like this – a open-ended statement for a questionable friendship. sure, jongdae knew him after a couple of drinks but nothing else pushed them to be “friends” according to jongdae’s standards. anyhow, he pops the bottle open, conjures a glass. “having trouble sleeping?”

@ravup 

[jongdaepuff]

are you ready for another bad poem?

don’t get him wrong; jongdae isn’t exactly the best person to be with when someone would want to spend a saturday night dancing in dim rooms, waiting for bad decisions to happen just before three in the morning, all glitter and smoke and elbows brushing against one another. no, that’s not what he’s in for during saturday nights.

“it’s not much but i hope this will do,” jongdae notions at two freshly made red currant rum, ice clinking as the elven bartender pushes to their direction. “you really can’t expect me to, you know.” he tilts his head to a swarm of young adolescents near the dj booth. it just doesn’t make any sense for him to waste such energy when most of it ran out throughout the week. he takes his glass for a couple of sips—a little electrifying at first before savoring fruity notes to a bitter aftertaste. it’s all good; much better than jumping aimlessly at some music and become twice as exhausted as you originally were.

“anyway,” he remembers his companion—yes, companion, because this isn’t exactly a date. his sole reason for taking her here was due to a successful pairwork in one of their subjects. jongdae had owe her a drink (or maybe two, three. who knows?) and he’s only fulfilling it now. “olivia, right? we had a good run during our pairwork.” and then silence. what’s next? jongdae took a couple more sips, only realizing then that he’s not a good conversationalist either.

@huffolivia

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mighty fall

(/ pair works are horrible –– a living nightmare for anyone who disliked awkward and unnecessary introductions before working on yet another crazy task from their professor. jongdae hated his last partner from divinations class –– he literally had to take a puking pastille to get out of her hair and the class, only to find out that she literally believed it and nursed him the entire day. it’s horrible, and he’s once again stuck with the same dilemma for a different class) –– (/ care for magical creatures wasn’t exactly his strength, and it did show through because apparently he’s one of the few students who were given extra credit to ‘make up for his grades.’ ) so, we’re supposed to look for something that dwells in there? (/ jongdae never liked the idea of swimming in the great lake –– he doesn’t even know if he could swim that well. during moments like these, he’s thankful for pair works because he absolutely can’t do that on his own. nope. he’d rather have broken bones and get that bitter aftertaste from skele-grow ) ––(/ he dips his feet in the water; it’s better to start familiarizing the temperature now. jongdae scans the view of the lake before looking back at his partner) chen, by the way. (/ introductions are the worst -- excruciating) i hope you know how to swim?

@slyveovis

[jongdaepuff]

even the stars, they burn

he never quite understood why it was a good idea for some people to turn their common room into a slumber party kind of mess that’s waiting to happen; never liked how his usual spot next to the window was taken by a fifth year with her legs tucked and shoes ruining the chair’s leather. jongdae just couldn’t stand it. solitude was a privilege after all, he reminds himself and he shuts the door a little too harshly so as to make a point.

what should he do then? he lays in bed, only to find himself tossing and turning and then giving up because sleep just won’t come his way. there was nothing else to do; the skies were clear tonight and jongdae decided to revisit a place he’s missed for a while. jongdae takes his oversized scarf and a new pack of cigarettes he’s recently bought from a common friend.

it wasn’t too far, not when he’s discovered a shorter path after sneaking behind the authorities several weeks back. so when he successfully dodged from any suspicious person walking by, jongdae was greeted by a tapestry of infinite stars he once memorized in 4th year. beautiful wasn’t even a word to describe it. jongdae celebrates – he opens the pack, a stick between his lips, and lights it with his wand.

but something was off – jongdae retreats when he finds a shadow of someone and for a moment his heart skipped a beat because, who the fuck could that be at this hour?

“oh,” he recognizes her from astronomy class. “it’s you.” the tension stops when he finally recognized her, except he didn’t quite remember her name. solitude is, again, a privilege. he’s reminded of that but this time it didn’t quite irritate him as much. he takes a drag from his stick, unafraid, and puffs thin smoke. “what are you doing here?” 

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