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happy new year 🎉

i want the k!

status: not accepting !! // meme

the reveal: 12 - chest kiss !!

“come on,” he whispers against the warm skin of the other’s neck. “no one has to know.”

#( / this took me forever )#( / under read more but nothing happens )#( / just tryna salvage )#ravbaek #( meme ` thus with a kiss i die )

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— see-through

spooky little encounters. flitting images from peripheral visions. the school ghosts claim not to know anything about it, but seolhyun still follows the tracks of a crying girl, sometimes screaming, sometimes laughing, sometimes talking. ‘this way, dorkus’ whispers the air, and she chases the wind.

so the afternoon finds her in the thick winter of the outdoors with neither coat nor scarf. she looks around, walks around, buries her hands into her pockets. the girl sits on a bench hunched over her own tears.

“can you see her too?” she asks the boy idling near.

@ravenhan

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sleep had been eluding him for the last few weeks, the usual pale skin under his eyes forming evidently dark circles. he could barely look at himself in the mirror, could hear whispers in the air talking behind his back. he’s unsure whether the voices belonged to his fellow ravenclaws, or from the specters that lurked around the common room.

he found himself outside in the freezing winter, shoulders of his coat wet with melting snow, chilly air enough to keep him awake a few more days. his eyes followed the blur of two women, one of them suspiciously translucent, enough to drag his feet along the snow. he watched nearby, kept his distance in the hopes of not being seen by either of them. but the voice proved his lack of efforts to be hopeless.

“oui,” he answered simply, the french response native on his tongue. “the first time i had in awhile.” for months, all he had heard were hushed murmurs and sobs of agony. for months, he had to wonder if he was going insane. “do you know what she’s crying about?”

#( / omg ilu thank you for this omg )#ravseolhyun #( thr ` see through )

tracker.

updated tracker.

cleaned it up a little bit.

#( ` tracker )#( / cleaned out my plots page and tracker )#( / aka i basically just gave up )

ravup

trouble in paradise ⚡ up/jeonghan

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ravup:

Oh the wonders of start a conversation with Jeonghan while he’s sober enough to acknowledge his conversation partner is Jongup. There is still tension in his voice when he speaks and it’s so different from their last talk that the Ravenclaw is partially worried, when his other half is just curious. “Aren’t you a ball of sunshine?”, he says with a chuckle, basking in the male’s attire - definitely more beautiful than a handful of the girls and guys around, that’s for sure, for a longer moment before his own cat eyes search around the ballroom before he can answer him. Jihoon is probably around and outside, since the two of them finished their talk and now were free to wander around (jongup suspects the short Hufflepuff is probably going to talk to his brother judging by the way he looked anxious when he saw him earlier), and it’s not like they’re a date date, they’re more like new besties or something. “He’s around, being smart after listening to the voice of the wise. You know, me.” there’s a light tone used in every word and Jongup again looks at Jeonghan, his expression is still the same. “What’s bothering you?”

the usual teasing in his tone - mockery turned playfulness once he learned how to be civil around his fellow ravenclaw - was nowhere to be found. his constantly shifting gaze gave away the anxiety he was desperately trying to hide, fingers unconsciously tight around the glass in his hand. “you know me,” he responded, eyes away from his conversation partner and onto the dance floor, eyeing the figures in the hopes of finding his date. the night just began, and he already wanted to stab himself. “i’m just full of positive energy. all the time.” the sarcasm there was evident, of course, as there wasn’t even a hint of a smile on the other boy’s face, his distinctly toothy grin hidden behind worry. “at least jihoon would know who to blame if his life goes to absolute shit.” the bitterness in his words alluded to the fact that jeonghan had no one else but himself to blame for the occurring chaos in his life. with a sigh, he put his glass down, ran a hand through his hair despite spending half an hour in front of the mirror to fix it. to hell with looking good at this point. “je suis désolé,” he added almost immediately, the apology foreign on his native tongue. he’d never apologized to jongup before, but jeonghan wasn’t keen on ruining someone else’s night either. “a lot of things... you know? just a mess. je deviens fou.”

#( thr ` trouble in paradise )#ravup

blue thumb. // jww&yjh

@ravenwon

the only reason jeonghan had a penchant for tea was because he had a knack for reading tea leaves. some people found it troublesome or pointless, would tease him for it even, but jeonghan would always have the last laugh if anyone one of them failed divination, a class he consistently passed with flying colors. there was, however, one aspect about himself that jeonghan rarely showed or let anyone else know: his interest in herbology. at one point, he even considered a career in the subject if he couldn’t find success in being a broadcaster for the wizarding wireless network. considering it was 2016, even the magical world was bound to adapt to modern wizard technology.

he had dropped this complaint a few times to wonwoo, who he spent many an afternoon with at the greenhouse. jeonghan did not forget the tea and small sandwiches (which he did not make very often), cups and saucers placed atop an ivory tray with intricate pastel blue embellishments. he carefully slipped into the glass encasement he considered a temporary sanctuary from the chaos in his life, to be greeted by the scent of fresh dirt, placing the tray on one of the lesser full wooden tables.

“working hard again?” he began, a playful jest in his tone. “i made you sandwiches. i hope you aren’t sick of them yet.”

#( thr ` blue thumb )#ravenwon #( / hoooo boi i'm sorry this was so late too omg )

blackmail. // psy&yjh

@lunaraven

the girl behind the teal strands - people looked at her with either disdain or confused looks. she was peculiar, yet jeonghan found a certain alluring charm to her that he couldn’t exactly pinpoint. maybe it was her carefree nature, the way she turned her back to whispers about her blood status and dyed hair, and carried herself with an air of confidence that jeonghan could only find himself envying. definitely unbecoming of someone like yoon jeonghan. then again, her grades were absolute shit, and while jeonghan was practically a professional crammer at this point, he managed to ace his classes with flying colors. typical of a ravenclaw, which goes to show how luna was not a typical ravenclaw. and jeonghan couldn’t help the curiosity, and his need to find out the girl that hid behind sketchbooks rather than textbooks.

one particular afternoon, with time spent struggling to control his bastard of a wand during transfiguration class, students flooded out of the classroom, leaving jeonghan to wallow in the miserable fact that he was fighting to ace this certain subject. he was at the point of believing transfiguration was a lost cause, and began to walk back out into the corridors. the weight on his shoulders only seemed to grow heavier with each meeting. his thoughts aimlessly wandered about how he would explain this newfound failure to his mother of the same house and alma mater when he bumped into a familiar someone hard enough for them to drop something on the cold, tiled floor.

“oh, shit,” he uttered, a vulgar yet instant response to embarrassing situations. “sorry.” it took him a moment to realize who it was, but the blue hair gave it away. “oh, hey,” he began, more casual now. they were far from close, and only shared passing glances every so often in the common rooms. jeonghan immediately bent down pick up the item - a sketchbook that fell open - only to freeze in place as his eyes scanned the exposed page. the contents were enchanted, much too advanced for just any student to conjure, especially one that was on the brink of failing her classes. his fingers moved to finally pick it up, browsing through them in quick succession, eyebrows furrowing in confusion and awe. “you... how?”

#( / omg sorry this was so late !! )#( / please feel free to shorten !! )#( thr ` blackmail )#lunaraven

perceivingwords

I think, in another life, in another universe, in another something, we were absolutely together. But in this world, you’ll always be my “what if,” and that’s what keeps me up at night.

The One That Got Away (Even Though You’re Still Right Here) // k.m. (via @perceivingwords)

#( / jh: shookt )#( ` chuchoter )

pro crammer.

@slytheunwoo

it took a long while to get himself out of bed - three hours, give or take. he didn’t forget about their scheduled meeting - jeonghan never forgot that kind of stuff - but it was the lack of sheer will that caused his physical existence to refuse to cooperate when necessary. his brain could do the calculations, but his fingers denied him the ability to write down the answer. he was left with ten minutes to get ready, and rush to their designated meeting spot at the courtyard, the only venue aside from the classroom that offered enough space to escape a spell-gone-wrong.

he was twenty minutes late, which was a record considering he had been half a day late to an hour-long meeting at one point. he didn’t even get the chance to fix his hair, bangs sticking out awkwardly in multiple directions. required textbook tucked under an arm - the standard book of spells – he made his way over to a pavilion where he spotted his current charms partner. “i apologize for my tardiness,” he began, dropping his book on the concrete table at the center of the capped area. everyone, by now, should know that while jeonghan’s grades were notably exceptional for someone as lazy as he was, his partners were never so lucky. then again, his current partner was notorious for doing... well. absolutely nothing.

he settled on one of the cool surface of one of the benches. “i guess we should begin by brainstorming,” he offered, turning to eunwoo. “which spells we can revise to make our own. i would like to believe you have… suggestions from your half an hour’s worth of alone time.” a pause as he turned to one of the pages he had bookmarked before adding, noticed how empty the table was, “where... are your text books?”

#slytheunwoo #( / omg it's out and i am so sorry )#( / shorten as you please djnadjknskaf )#( thr ` pro crammer )

frcnin

* STAY // branwen & thierry

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branclaw:

and branwen did do what he wanted. he took the resignation in jeonghan’s overall temperament as chance to explain himself. but he had to do with extra caution. it was already broken, he knew, and chances of gaining jeonghan’s trust was very minimal, if non-existent already. but he had to know for sure. he conjured a plate and butterknives for the both of them, already cutting the bagels in half while sitting on the other’s desk, using his study table to prepare the food. once finished, he listened to jeonghan’s words before collecting himself. branwen let go of the butterknife he was holding, placing it flatly against the small plate and turned around. he looked at jeonghan with eyes that pleaded. “we’re brothers, thierry. i know i’ve made a mistake by hiding the truth from you but i was asked by your father – our father – to keep it a secret. i didn’t want…i didn’t want to ruin your family.” he recalled the day after sanghoon told his wife of branwen. he didn’t expect it, but he was given the same look his aunt, uncle and cousins gave him after michael left him in their care. a look that said that he was unwanted in this house. or any house, for that matter.

“they didn’t want you to know that your father slept with a criminal – a murderer. and they didn’t want you to know that i was the fruit of it all. i thought i was protecting you, like i have all of these years.” branwen stood up walked towards jeonghan, looking at him. “lash out, get angry, hex me or do whatever it is you desire. but know that i am so sorry for hurting you and betraying you.” swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat and curling his hands together into tight fists, he said in a whisper. “i never meant for any of this to happen.”

the moment branwen began to speak, the familiar pounding in his head came back at full force. elbows on the wooden desk, face buried in his hands, jeonghan tried to block out the desperate explanation he had heard before. it was one thing for his father - of pureblood slytherin ancestry - to lie to him about a suspicious son of a family friend. but to believe him solely because jeonghan had grown fond of the other boy, with the enviable full lips, who grew to a considerably tall stature, considered him an arc of trust, and jeonghan wholeheartedly considered him his first ever best friend. what remained of the foundation of childhood friendship branwen tried to salvage, but jeonghan was insistent on letting it crumble to dust.

“i knew that bastard slept with a mad woman,” he began, voice muffled against the skin of his palms. finally, he lifted his head, scowl piercing daggers into the other’s skull. “i just didn’t expect such carelessness to bore me a brother. an untrustworthy one at that. what other lies did he keep from me that you are aware of?”

his tone was dark, grew mocking with every word tainted with venom and uncontrollable rage. “you think my real mother was an escapee from azkaban as well? wouldn’t be surprising at this point, don’t you think so? i’m basically left to question every consistent aspect of my life - which ones were fabricated by the people around me? you could help me with that, i’m sure.”

#( / NO ESCAPE FROM THE STORM INSIDE OF MEEEEEEE )#( / OH ANNA PLEASE YOU'LL ONLY MAKE IT WORSE )#( thr ` stay )#branclaw

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wintersong.

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slyveovis:

⟶ ☀ [ ’ he hears words that would’ve normally sent him into a panicked frenzy–all cold hands and stuttered heart beats–but it doesn’t. he doesn’t it’s weird, really; there is a thing about abandonment, of being left out in the cold by a person most dear that always hits him where it hurts, so it is a wonder how he took this set in a stride. perhaps it was jeonghan’s great timing–timing that could only have come from a dear best friend (he hesitates to use the term for a beat, but decides to go by with the familiar–what other word could he even use to label the boy responsible for his wildly beating heart?)–a dear best friend who has known of his troubles even more so than himself ] i do. [ ’ his voice is breathy when he answers, his dark hues lidded, almost as if to hide the haze swimming in those deep brown pools. there is a dull ache that rings in his chest at how close his answer is to the truth. for a moment, he recalls a faint instance in his youth, of shunned marriage prospects and the sting of a heavy hand hitting his soft cheek. but he knows he cannot waver; for he is in front of a friend who can read him like a deciphered tome ] – [ ’ so again, he pleads to his arrogance, willing a playful glint to regain residence in his pupils, his cheeks moving up so his eyes turn into crescents, but his eyesmile lacks its airy signature ] because thierry yoon will have my head if i don’t [ ’ he lilts his head to one side, looking as casual as he could, ignoring every urge to bolt out and jump from his second-storey window. instead, he picks up the remaining ring--if you’re a bird–and takes jeonghan’s left hand in his, reciting the age-old vow he has heard a time too many from all the family weddings he was forced to attend ] do you, thierry yoon, take the great– [ ’ never trust a jung with an opportunity to boost his own ego ]–and handsome veovis jung as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward… [ ’ the weight on his heart grows with every syllable, but he hides his pain as best as he could ]…for better or for worse, for richer and even richer [ ’ a knowing smirk ]…in sickness and in health, keeping yourself solely unto him for as long as you both shall live?

( ` fear of commitment kept him from forming deep relationships, the terrifying thought of abandoning the only constant figure in his life - riley, his cousin, his baby, his purpose - but transferring to hogwarts, a school he had loathed at first if it were not for the aforementioned gryffindor, has changed his perspective on... love. the word had been foreign to him until he set his eyes on the taller male of the same house, falling head over heels, and the memory brings a dull ache in his chest. he wonders why he’s doing this, the simple slipping of the silver band into his best friend’s left ring finger, a solemn vow to be each other’s for the rest of their miserable lives. jeonghan’s future seems rather bleak at this point, and he considers this whole ordeal somewhat of a mockery, especially considering last night’s romantic - no, sexual - endeavor. for a moment, jeonghan catches a glimpse of what seems to be sincerity in the other’s tone, just as he says his vow. i do - two words he never thought he would hear so early on in his life. for another moment, as he listens to the words that seem to only add weight upon his struggling heart, he wonders how good of an actor veovis really is. ) -- ( ` it’s almost an automatic response to him, offering the other a roll of his eyes as he speaks, listens to the other male add simple revisions into the renowned nuptials, making it his and his alone. and jeonghan can't suppress the smile that seems to only widen with ease with every passing word. he has to shake his head, amused, to hide the peculiar feeling grasping at his heart. he forgets how to breathe, realizes he might just be willing to devote his life to the arrogant male. might. if only their situations permit him to. might. if only jeonghan can prove last night’s misshapen event didn’t have anything to do with the alluring air of romance. might. if only jeonghan isn’t hopelessly in love with someone else. ) i do. ( ` the ring is cool against the finger of his own ring finger. he lifts his hand to inspect, notices how the accessory glints beautifully under the sunlight that seeps through the open windows. his grin competes with the brightness of the early morning, each beat of his heart lulls his mind, and he’s forced to forget anything else. ) do you want to kiss your bride?

#slyveovis #( * the romantics would call this a love story ` veo )#( thr ` wintersong )

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ravenhan:

@ravenbyul

jeonghan took a stroll around london to look for the perfect gift for his best friend, the alluring astrid moon, who chose to spend her last winter break in hogwarts cherishing the school by staying behind for the duration of the break. jeonghan could have taken the easy path of sending her a bundle of his favorite novels, or books she might find interesting - but he didn’t want astrid spending her entire break and any more free time with her nose buried deep between the pages of a new read. she needed to loosen up a bit, the same way the other ravenclaws did eventually.

he stumbled upon a rather interesting shop in london with a few of friends from hogwarts who went home, and decided this might just be the best place to find her a gift she could either laugh at or punch him for. either way, jeonghan wasn’t about to get smacked in the face until january, when they were back from winter break, so his beautiful face would be free of bruises until then.

the package arrived at hogwarts, wrapped beautifully in silver, and tied together with a blue ribbon. inside was a note, and, of course, the present jeonghan could only deem was genius.

12.22.16

dearest astrid,

loosen up.

happy birthday, and happy holidays!

always love,

your best friend who will love and follow you to the ends of the earth.

the gift, disguised as a lipstick in a stunning silver tube, was actually a vibrator. discreet as fuck. jeonghan wondered how long it would take for smart astrid to realize why the lipstick was non-functional, and why the small tube quivered at the push of a button.

it was probably the first time astrid spent her christmas in hogwarts, a request she asked her mom which they granted without any protest. it’s not that astrid didn’t like spending christmas and her birthday at home. that wasn’t the case– in fact, she did love spending her special days at home as she gets showered with gifts and such from her loving parents. this year, this specific year, she chose to stay at her dear school. mainly just because she wanted to make the most out of her last year.

her parents did not forget to send her gifts early in the morning. of course, astrid being the grateful daughter that she is, sent them parchment of letters as thanks. astrid doesn’t really believe that her birthdays were anything special so she did not really expected anything throughout the day. she treated the day the same, taking her usual routine. it wasn’t surprising to find the castle quite a bit empty, hallways were surrounded by deafening silence as she walked towards the library.

but before she could even make her way towards her favorite place, she saw a very familiar owl going towards her direction, with a gift beautifully wrapped in silver and blue. who could it be, though? astrid wondered. her eyebrows were knitted as she waited for the owl to arrive. once done, she quickly caught the gift just in time with her on hands and seconds after, she watched the same bird flew away. astrid was left alone to inspect the package in her hands. the first thing she did was to open the letter attached to it.

loosen up? she quirked a brow as she read and quickly she tore apart the wrapper. to her surprise, it was a…… lipstick? she held the small lipstick with her two fingers, and she carefully inspected it . why would jeonghan even send her a lipstick. her bestfriend knew she wasn’t into cosmetics. with a shrug of her shoulder, astrid went on her with her interrupted journey towards the library.

she was late to realize that it wasn’t actually a lipstick, and it was a good thing she was alone in the library. she was taken by surprise when she accidentally pushed a button, and the noise it was making was overly loud on her ears. astrid was quick to react, pushing the button once more to turn it off as quick as possible. astrid was left with a red cheeks, eyes shot wide. it took her longer to realize, and she only realized it when she inspected the lipstick further after she got herself a seat around the empty room. astrid doesn’t know how to react– it was truly embarrassing though. albeit innocent, astrid was aware of what it was. she had heard of these things from people back in the muggle world.

she tapped her fingers against the wooden table. astrid decided to send jeonghan a response through a parchment of paper that was slipped inside her book.

12.22.16

dearest jeonghan,

very thoughtful of you. however, i’m not sure whether i’ll make a great use of it. i appreciate it though. worry not, if i ever put it to good use, you’ll be the first to know. speak to you soon, i’ll be the first one to greet you once you arrive back in school.

happy holidays. i hope you don’t choke on your food for the christmas eve. i still have yet to choke you myself the day you get back here. see you soon.

kind regards,

your dearest bestfriend

#( / jeonghan is LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF )#ravenbyul #( solo ` astrid's birthday )

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↺ ☀ i’ll be seeing you ❞ jh

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slyveovis:

⟶ ☀ he hears him snore and veovis feels the need to make a vase explode.

you asked for this, he thinks to himself, forefinger and thumb tightly pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to halt his forthcoming migraine. exasperation has been a constant part in their many years of friendship, but can’t the jung family genius have at least one day of exemption from this utter bullshit? it’s christmas eve and he could already feel a nerve popping out of his forehead just by imagining his heart faking the deepest of sleeps, and the mere thought tempts him to almost–almost!–strike down his bedroom door with a reductor hex.

heaving in a deep breath, the boy checks the knob instead of hexing it into smithereens, exhaling a rather half-relieved, half-exasperated sigh at the fact that it is not locked. don’t kill him, veovis, he quietly mutters as a sort of mantra, eyes half-closed in some sort of preparation for whatever anger he will feel once they are open, he’s the greatest good you’re ever going to get.

“yoon jeonghan!” he calls out loud as he barges in, his steps heavy on the carpeted floor and his korean accent as perfect as current ensemble. his eyes grow wide at the sight of the boy looking like a lump underneath the sheets, not even dressed for the road at the very least, and he fights every urge to draw his wand and strike him with a rather nasty jinx for revenge.

miffed, veovis walks to his bed side and kicks the wooden support, hands on his waist as he speaks. “i told you i’d pick you up at five! why the fuck are you still in bed?” if his situation isn’t as dire as it would be, he would’ve cast another rictumsempra at the fake-asleep boy. “get up.” his tone grows dark and commanding as he pulls the duvet off of jeonghan’s prone for. “what is this? were you waiting for me to dress you up or something?”

ah, shit. here we go.

it takes forever for jeonghan to get ready, more so if he doesn’t want to at all. he’s doing this because they’re best friends, and while he’s met the snooty family - immediate and extended - a few times through the years, jeonghan’s upper-middle class ass will never get used to being surrounded by people who like to use their riches and pureblood status to throw money around. they probably use their cash as fuel for that damn boat, which jeonghan refuses to get on.

“as a matter of fact, yes.” his voice is muffled by the pillow he’s using to suffocate himself. once he deems his effort a hopeless case, he throws his pillow at the end of his bed, pushing himself up with a loud groan, whining under his breath about how he hates parties, especially lavish ones, and the feeling of the fitted tux, and how veo makes it a habit to barge into the room all the time. all the while, despite the room’s tension high with both parties throwing a tantrum, jeonghan starts casually taking off his clothes, shirt and jeans thrown aside, as he makes his way to his black suit.

he grabs the black slacks, jumping into it, and then shrugs the black dress shirt on. he checks the clock that hangs above his door. “it’s 5:20pm. we’ll be fashionably late.” his bag is packed and ready at the end of the bed, stuffed with whatever he thinks is necessary for a possible overnight stay if it gets too late to drive home for another two hours, that won’t make him look dirt poor. then again, his good looks might make up for it, confuse people on the spot. veo’s gift is tucked safely into one of the inner pockets of the sling bag. he’ll hand-carry his blazer and bowtie, doesn’t like how uptight he feels and looks in them.

“look, i can dress myself fast enough. i trained my whole school years for this.”

#( thr ` i'll be seeing you )#( * the romantics would call this a love story ` veo )#slyveovis

starters.

a reminder for myself because i am a fucking Mess. everything will all be out this week.

- eunwoo - luna - wonwoo - amelia

if i’m forgetting you, hmu pls. i beg.

#( ` out of magic )#( ` tracker )

asdfjkllove

#( * the romantics would call this a love story ` veo )#( ` chuchoter )

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wintersong.

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slyveovis:

⟶ ☀ oh no, you caught me [ ‘ his visage is the perfect imitation of a man surprised, his pale hand placed upon his bare chest, his bottom lip jutted out into a half-hearted pout ] what gave me away, mon coeur? the accent? [ ‘ a french man has every right to slap him at the back of his head at the rather mocking reprise, but the boy should know that his french is more fluent than this farce ] or was it the kisses? [ ‘ he does not know where he gets the confidence–there is a knot in his stomach that refuses to unravel; gravel in his lungs that make it harder to breathe. but it’s an ache that can be forgotten, especially when his senses are filled with nothing but the sweetest notes of vanilla and strawberry. in those breathless seconds, veovis feels as if he could do anything–he could sail the seas and be known as a magizoologist, he could escape from his mother’s gaze, free himself from the chain of her expectations. in those breathless seconds, he feels as if he can forgive ] – [ ‘ but those seconds are just that--seconds. and the instant the haze of infatuation clears after the lingering kiss, he is reminded of how wrong this is, of how this rendezvous shouldn’t have ended up here, of how–] ah. [ ‘ he gasps, distracted by the porcelain of jeonghan’s skin, and it takes a lot for the elder jung to not wrap his arms around his exposed waist and pull him back to the bed with him ] what’s this? [ ‘ he’s smart enough to know that only a single possibility could be contained in the velvet box, but he is careful enough to always ask first and never assume. brow quirked, he plucks the box from the other’s grasp, cradling the tiny thing in his open palm as his other hand flips the lid to display what is inside ] …oh. [ ‘ his tone is of muted surprise, and for a while, the talkative brat is reduced to a speechless heap, all wide-eyes and slack jaws as his mind runs through every possible symbolism behind the gift–from the silver of the paired bands to the nostalgic engraving ] w-wow. [ ‘ as always, his first instinct is to depend on megalomania ] i know i’m great, but who knew you’d be the one to propose? [ ‘ he doesn’t miss a beat when he extends his left hand, his smirk smug despite the violent thuds echoing against his ribs ] go on. don’t leave me hanging, mon coeur.

( ` it’s taking all of his strength and sanity not to simply blurt out the first thing that comes to mind; it would ruin the whole facade, the whole fabricated image of bliss and a potential future with only happiness and hope. jeonghan doesn’t mention the regret flowing in his blood, the guilt his sore muscles only seem to remind him of, the name that rests at the tip of his tongue and corner of his mind. his heart is bound, wrapped in heavy chains that makes him unable to hand it to anyone else at any given moment, regardless if it’s the perfect one or not. his heart belongs to someone else, and jeonghan isn’t even sure if he wants it back. he covers his cowardice with silence, and more so with harsh rebuttals. ) well, i can always give them to someone else if you don’t want it. ( ` he has no intention for his words to convey another meaning, but he shuts his eyes once it slips from between his lips, his lips pursed, lamenting over his tactlessness for a good second. he pushed himself up, positions himself in front of the slytherin, gingerly picking up one of the rings - then i’m a bird - and taking the other’s hand into his. he smiles, just a hint of smugness, the usual playful glint in his eyes dimmed down by the hesitance he’s trying to swallow down. ) do you, veovis jung, take thierry yoon as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward... ( ` his voice gradually becomes softer as he speaks, his gaze locked into the other’s dark hues. he wonders about the weight on his shoulders. ) ...for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer... ( ` he emphasizes the word, a jab at the family wealth. ) ... in sickness and in health, keeping yourself solely unto him for as long as you both shall live?

#( / may zeus strike me with the full force of his lighting )#( * the romantics would call this a love story ` veo )#slyveovis #( thr ` wintersong )

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wintersong.

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slyveovis:

⟶ ☀ you could be. [ ‘ it’s an easy quip, one that came almost too naturally after years and years of joking about marrying the beautiful boy into the family. his mother is only ever strict about blood purity, and it gives him relief that he is not the one given the heavy burden of spreading the family genes. peculiarly enough, in the many years of his playful proposals, the one he gives this christmas morning is almost too serious–he can only hope (does he, really?) that the other does not notice ] – [ ‘ his dark eyes follow the other’s languid motions, the glimmer in his hues spelling nothing but ‘enthralled’. jeonghan is like a cat, he thinks, and though he has a heavy set preference for dogs over feline companions, he thinks he would have zero problems keeping this one for life. ] you’re french. you invented cheese. [ ‘ an idiotic, uncharacteristic banter, but his head is in the clouds and any coherent thought is muddled by a sudden surge of endorphins brought about by the boy’s beautiful cacophony of sounds ] i know my audience well. [ ‘ there is, perhaps, an inkling of hope--a hope that a second person pronoun follows the world love–and it is the same hope that causes the twitch in his chest. it is a low pain, a nagging ache that could be compared to being punched in the chest, because again he is on the danger of being second best, and again he feels powerless to fight against it ] anyway i– [ ‘ his speech is halted by sweet, berry-tasting lips upon the corner of his own, and he is paralyzed by a moment of indecision. but, fuck it. it’s christmas, he reminds himself, as his lips curl up to a playful smirk and his hand cups the other’s cheek so he could claim those pink chops in his own; the kiss soft and lingering–a stark contrast to the hunger and desperation he remembers from the night before ] i’m glad you do. [ ‘ the slightest shade of pink colors his pale cheeks as he pulls back, and he thinks of a way to salvage the situation–ego. that is always the answer ] i worked hard on that.

you sure you are not french? ( ` his eyes narrow in a playful manner, sparing only a brief glance at his slytherin companion because, well, he simply cannot take his eyes off the present. the setting is an exact replica of the day they met, the static exchange between them instant, and jeonghan knew then that veovis would have a permanent place in his life. although fate can be surprising, and now jeonghan is left to wonder where he stands in his best friend’s life. more importantly, jeonghan wonders where veovis stands in his. the thought makes his lungs twist and heart clench, as he watches the waves touch the toes of their miniature selves, and jeonghan wishes he could relive the same moment all over again. ) i can tell. gloating isn’t at all necessary. ( ` when their lips press against each other, jeonghan tastes a hint of fresh mint, the mild scent of coffee awakening his senses, fire spinning in the pit of his stomach, engulfing his insides in flames. he tells himself to pull away, pull away - this is not what you wanted to happen - but instead, his body moves on its own, hands moving to cup the other’s face between gentle hands, deepening the kiss just enough for veo not to pull away so abruptly. and when they finally do, thumbs graze the forming pink on the other’s cheeks. once their gazes meet, jeonghan retracts his hand, clears his throat. ) i-- i guess it’s time you get your present. don’t expect much, though. i’m not... ( ` romantic, he wants to say. ) cheesy. ( ` he drags himself out of bed - all exposed torso, and comfortable pajama pants - to a small, packed bag that settles at the corner of the room, where his overnight clothes are stuffed. he rummages through the mess that represents his current situation in life - deep, he thinks - and pulls out a tiny box - dainty and red and velvet. he plops back on the bed, back on the mattress, immediately regretting his decision when he feels the sudden pull of sore muscles. ) here. ( ` he says, simply, holding up the small box between his fingers. it contains a pair of silver rings, engraved with words on the inside. one ring says, if you’re a bird; the other, then i’m a bird. )

#( / i actually want to die )#slyveovis #( * the romantics would call this a love story ` veo )#( thr ` wintersong )

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