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do not go gentle into that good night. im jaebum. pureblood. 7th year.

[unblighted-blog]

✱target practice

[slyjae]

puflair :

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After a few laps, Blair hovers a few feet over the field when she calls to the other occupant, “Mind letting loose a bludger? I have the sudden need to bash something in.”

Idiocy would taint him had he assumed he wouldn’t have to spar coordinate practice with her. The Quidditch Pitch was large to an extent. Not early enough to create a rift in plays, however. It wasn’t in the nature of the sport to cultivate individual performance.

He’d do it, though he didn’t promise it wouldn’t end up tailing her broom.

He slung the ball upwards. Before the bludger stalled at its peak, Jaebum roved the air, building a momentum capable of supplying his broomstick with adequate strength to send it on a swift path to the badger.

He hoped he hadn’t hit it too hard.

It was a given on the occasion of Slytherin practices to treat every spar as a game. There was no time to do otherwise, unless it was a Yixing-lead practice. Not that one was stricter than the other, however. It was admittedly a fact that Jaebum was more serious when a match lined up.

Quidditch seemed so important at one point that perhaps it might’ve suited him better than Auror work. Though he rather his head remained a part of his body if he could help it.

[slythevan-blog]

— * over the edge ;

[slyjae]

slythevan :

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“i can’t.” he repeats, his eyes darkening and he presses his lips together, glancing away stubbornly from the older slytherin he’s known since childhood. he won’t say anything else, he can’t say anything else, but he knows that jaebum only means well, suppressing the anger that automatically wants to rise up in his throat, to rebut and swat away and criticisms. “they’re muggles,” he says stubbornly, but his eyes won’t meet the other’s, and there’s guilt deep inside. fuck. he doesn’t need this right now.

stiffening in posture, jaebum removed the other slytherin from view and settled his eyes on the candle above them. nothing that rang in his heart from the response impacted him. moreso because there was not much he could expect. from what he’d initially gone through, there was more than enough evidence that a stronger grip leashed evan. 

he was a fool to try and dissuade him. 

“fine. i’ll leave it alone. can’t, won’t shake your beliefs if they’re as strong as you make them.” curious eyes trailed to meet his. something in his stare was edged. though it was nowhere near challenging enough for jaebum to want to try anything against him. they were too close. “regardless, i can’t say i hate you.”

[slythevan-blog]

— * over the edge ;

[slyjae]

slythevan :

his eyes are dark with anger, hatred, and it’s a scary thing to see on a face that young. perhaps if this had been a different era, a different time, evan’s thinking might have fit perfectly in line with a certain group now vanquished. 

but jaebum’s words bring him to a pause for a moment before he scoffs. “why would any pureblood family send their children to muggles?” he retorts, his lips turned downwards in a very displeased expression. “they’re muggles. what do they know?” 

a repetition of his mother’s words – mindless, senseless hatred that has no real basis behind it. in short, everything jaebum says is right, but evan won’t acknowledge it. (he can’t, his whole life has been built on this – who is he, if not his mother’s son?)

“a lot more than my idiotic parents.” those words came out unwarranted and without filter, taking himself by surprise even though he said it. evan had been around long enough to know of his unique disdain. pathetic excuse of human beings, jaebum would tell him on numerous occasions.

though at some points, he’d find the two of them at odds. beliefs of evan’s more often than not, corroborated with his parents. but he couldn’t blame him, knowing how strong lineage can take hold, especially in a developing mind.

he thought of jennie and how much feeling he harbored for her, despite her status. fire ruptures in his eyes suddenly. “i know things and feel things just the same as you. but don’t take this too far. don’t submit to radical beliefs that aren’t your own. we know better.” 

[slyjae]

glass thoughts * ( jb&jn

[slyjae]

gryjennie :

it was simply impossible to stop smiling, worried if she did, he would no longer be there. how foolish it was of her to break something off as nice and good as this. she lowered her book, hand reaching out to his. “don’t say things you don’t mean.” 

“we both know you didn’t come here to say you’re only going to leave. face it, you love being my distraction.” she wanted to kiss him, but unsure if it was too early to do so. they just got back onto good terms. she didn’t want to risk it.

“you’re right,” he admits unabashedly, chuckling, “but as much as possible, i think i’d like to see you more than professor mcgonagall. or any other professors, for that matter.” a cheeky grin took hold of his features. “luckily we’re at the library. less distraction.” selfishness took hold whenever he had jennie close by.

perhaps it was the way she did things so subtly like reach her hand out knowing he wouldn’t waste another moment. and he wouldn’t, evident in the wrinkling of his eyes as he laced his fingers through hers, bringing it up to his lips to kiss. she knew he couldn’t resist her, and it was infuriating, just how much she could tease.

“do you have a lot more to do?”

[unblighted-blog]

✱target practice

[slyjae]

puflair :

- She steps onto the pitch, watching the teenager, who had a particularly stocky build, cautiously. Blair was fully aware of bludger’s rather violent temperament, having been on the receiving end of their outburst in previous games, and it would do her no good to get injured just as the season started. Once she was within hearing distance, Blair clears her throat before speaking, “Mind if I join you?”

He’d be a fool to say the Slytherin team was perfect.

By no means were they terrible; they’d pull themselves this far up ahead the ranks, worked to point where he’d stupefy anyone who criticized their strengths. But by no means was there team dynamic great. 

The first Quidditch match of the season was close--it shouldn’t have been. He was angry -- angry they somehow couldn’t seem to cooperate until the very last minute. Angry, quietly, that he had let that get to him and dampen his performance. So he was here, on the pitch, hoping to get better. Hoping to feel better.

Hearing a buzz behind him, he turned around and stared blankly. “Long as you’re not here to spy on me for your team,” he joked with a sarcastic smile. “Have at it.”

[slyjae]

relapse * ( jb&mk

[slyjae]

ravmarissa:

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slender fingers curl around the tiny teardrop-shaped glass bottle containing a small flower with blooming pink petals. her lips scrunch up into a small pout, recollecting the time ms. park had gifted it to her from ‘someone special’ on her eleventh birthday. not wanting to disturb her fellow housemates, nor use her mouth to speak, she takes a piece of scrap parchment she had tucked away in her book, scribbling a reply with her quill (and using a bullet-point, merely out of habit).

my necklace was a gift, especially for me. why do you ask?

at her decision to not speak, naturally, he became disgruntled. consumed by an insatiable need to prevent a question from hanging unanswered, he desired promptness. but he subdued his impatience. it was no use throwing a childish fit over such trivial a question.

trivial for him anyway.

he takes his own paper and writes his own reply -- though he pauses in the middle of writing it, glancing up at her briefly. what was he supposed to say? shaking his head, he settled with something simple.

-- i’ve seen it before. not with you, obviously. not here, either, at hogwarts.

[slythevan-blog]

— * over the edge ;

[slyjae]

slythevan:

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but his pride colors his attitude, his anger flooding through him like fire. even despite that, he listens to jaebum, as he has since childhood. “he keeps sniping at me – a bloody muggleborn shouldn’t even be allowed to attend –” he doesn’t fully mean his words. deep in his heart, he doesn’t fully believe what his mother had drilled into him endlessly, but he’s angry, and in his anger, he says everything.

jaebum couldn’t say he was disappointed at the younger for being so hateful. having known him so well, he even might’ve known that sometimes he didn’t mean it. that sometimes certain upbringings have a funny way of shaping a person.

he understood. he wished he didn’t.

maybe he could make a difference with this breadth of knowledge, but no -- he wouldn’t. he didn’t equip that sort of generosity, unfortunately, so as to contribute to the good natured lightness of the world.

“to some ancient ethical value, that would be a correct notion,” he articulated carefully with a brash smile, “but they could say the same about us living in their world--outside these walls. would you say they’d be justified in that thought?” 

[wsyunjin]

no flockin

[slyjae]

slyjieqiong :

(  @slyjae​ srry not srry for this kodak black title )

the slow-burn approach of the ball has most the girls at slytherin caught up in a giddy state— but the excitement isn’t quite mirrorred so much in the boys. it’s a downer, really. school is important and all, yes, but it’s not like it’ll be a make or break for anyone during the last week before the winter break. ( see: it’s not make or break for her, so she’s willing to generalize )

gigi is profoundly annoyed with the listless mood of the common room though. she skips down the stairs, invigorated by the satisfaction of having finished her ancient runes homework earlier than expected, only to find nothing but a few scattered souls sitting around, most of them with their heads down, focused on coursework and not brimming with excitement, as they should be.

but she’s always been good at taking matters into her own hands. it happens quite naturally. 

she approaches jaebum, sitting pretty in the couch reading along, unexpecting, with a noticeable bounce in her steps. when she practically drops down in the couch, moving swiftly to lay practically across him; head staring up at him from atop his lap, and she swats the book away with half-hearted effort and a true warrior’s face: “are! you! going! to! the ball!”

she moves around then, wiggling about just enough to cross her arms, all attitude.

“if so, you’ll dance with me too, right? and what are you wearing? have you even asked anyone yet?” 

not even a minute passed and he already felt a headache setting. he looked between her and the book, hoping, though without much expectation, that she’d pick up on his cues. naturally, she flew right by the signs and got even more invasive. of course. 

he groaned inwardly.

“i don’t know what i’m wearing. yes i have a date, so no, i’m not dancing with you. now, get your big head off me, i’ve got actual things i need to do.” 

[slyjae]

glass thoughts * ( jb&jn

[slyjae]

gryjennie :

she remained staring at her book, unable to lift her eyes away, terrified of dying at the sight of jaebum. her heart was uncontrollably beating. she attempted to conceal a smile, her book covering the lower half of her face, despite her eyes shaping into crescent moons.

“not anymore.” she stated. she was no longer stressed because of school work, she was stressed being around the presence of jaebum. 

“oh?” he chuckled, a smirk evident on his face. it was refreshing being on the other side of starstruck--jennie, for once, being the one muddled with a case of the butterflies. though, that’s not to say there wasn’t any floating around in jaebum’s stomach.

he was interested as hell--in her.

“i might be a cause of distraction here. i think i might need to leave.” 

[slyjae]

slyjae :

plot

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[slyjae]

glass thoughts * ( jb&jn

@gryjennie

absentminded actions took him by the most surprise. when he did them, his mind was undoubtedly on a level lacking clarity on anything save only what he wanted to see. what he saw was her face, a good distance from him. he could see the wrinkle in her nose as she scrunched it, focused--deep in thought.

 “you look stressed,” he commented with a softness glazing his tone, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand behind her ear.

[slyjae]

relapse * ( jb&mk

oddly effecting moments happened sometimes in dreams.

deep within unconscious, subconscious thoughts, there’s a brief flash. whether it’s a memory, or a simply a figment of a vivid imagination, the line between the two became less prominent every day.

but this was different. as soon as his eyes fell upon the trinket dangling from the chain around her neck, his mind blanked. unique in design, but simple in structure; it was unforgettable, the piece, holding character--meaning. and he was sure he’d seen it before. 

“how do you have that necklace?” he muttered without thought as he eyed it carefully from across the table. luckily, the library was pretty vacated save a few diligent ravenclaws--the tutorors and others, the tutorees. 

[slyjae]

blue tongue * ( jb&dv

@slydevon

certain situations had a peculiar way of getting under his skin.

particularly pleasantries, the way with which one was expected to act in a courteous manner. upkeep of “small talk,” polite ways of acquaintanceship and networking.

it was almost disgusting how formally he talked of it. like he was dissecting the mathematical approach to language and communication. there was one, he was sure, but this wasn’t deep enough for that, no.

he fixed the snake with a stare--plain, yet keen enough to bore holes in her outer layer preserving her comfort. “you’re going to have to elaborate some more, love.” quill in air, the pathetic tool twirled and twisted in the air. you remind me of my mindless owl, he wanted to say, on a bad day.

[slyjae]

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[slyjae]

gryjennie :

she shyly looked away, lightly hitting his arm, not denying it. “well, i don’t want you to be with anyone else, so i guess i have to claim what’s mine.” she gushed, her head nuzzled against his chest in embarrassment. 

“i know. we both didn’t react the best.” as much as she wanted to say he wasn’t holding her back, she kept silent since realistically she was the one holding him back.

“let’s just…” she began, holding onto his hand as if it was the last time she’d feel his touch. “take it slow? it would be a lie if i told you i didn’t want you around…”

an eyebrow arched heavily upwards, so much the muscle in his forehead ached. this was too much for him. she was too much for him.

“okay.” he stopped a little bit down from the way she was to enter to go to her dorm and tugged her close to him again. a sing song smile on his lips, stretched to expose his teeth, he stared at her with a twinkle in his eye. cheesy as it was, he couldn’t help it. especially not when he was so pleasantly reminded of just how much he actually loved her.

“we can take it as slow as you want. i won’t complain.” he smiled again. and smiled and smiled and smiled. up until it was time for him to leave. and then he took her hand, brushing his lips gently over them before planting a longing kiss and retreating for the night. 

[slyjae]

sgryffinsun :

What her house had ever done to her? Nothing. Yongsun, on the other hand, had cost Gryffindor quite a couple of points on multiple occasions. Finding this particular snake had been the perfect way to make up for all that. Why else would faith have provided her with this beautiful gift? It could hardly be considered a coincidence at this point.

‘Fine. But if you don’t come with me—‘ Her mind barely processes his words, thinking far too hard on how she could possibly get him to follow along. She doesn’t need to. ‘You what?’ For a moment, Yongsun is silenced; dumbfounded, even. For him to give in so easily was unusual; even more so after he had already told her to loosen up. What to make out of that? She isn’t entirely sure. It’s suspicious—even the Gryffindor knows that much. ‘Alright, so— hey! You can’t have that!’ Distrust fills her eyes, hands coming up to seize the bottle once again. That was it; that must be his plan. To finish the bottle and then run off. Well, this lion wasn’t going to let that happen.

What he doesn’t have, he can’t drink. Ha, she thinks she’s so smart. Emptying part of the bottle until her mouth is filled with the liquid, then swallowing it in one big gulp. It warms her throat immediately, a burning and bitter sensation left behind. The taste, however, is terrible, specially to someone who never dealt with hard liquors in the first place. Had she seen the expression on her own face, she would have probably laughed at it. ‘How do you drink this?!’ For a second, she forgets about her intentions completely. The thought of someone drinking this for their own pleasure baffles her ( though, admittedly, she loved the way it still had her insides feeling warm and fuzzy ). ‘More importantly, how do you enjoy this?’

“Wow.” Now it was his turn to be dumbfounded. Out of every horrible outcome he could’ve expected to garner from the girl, this was not one of them. He wanted to mention that now it wasn’t only him who was in deep shit for the consumption of hard liquids. But he simply didn’t want to spoil the moment. If she forgot for a minute, he would be more than happy to let it last.

And he really did burst out laughing.

Hard.

So utterly painful a laugh that he had to clutch his stomach--even burped a few times, afraid he might vomit if he continued at that rate. 

“Wait and see.” He replied, much mischief circling the tone in his voice. All previous troubles and concerns aside, he was more than entirely interested in what kind of person a few drops of poison could turn her into.

[slyjae]

yule`b \\ j.j

@gryjennie

-- so much is going on. but you can always come around.

how to pose the question boggled his mind to the point where he thought it better to just fall in a ditch. would she even say yes? not even a week passed since they last reconciled. they’ve only just started talking. he dreaded ruining it.

why don't you sit with me for just a little while? tell me, what's wrong?

the yule ball.

a night of laughs and tears, fake love and obsession. of things unspoken in a sober mind. 

tell me what you wanna do

the slytherin found himself stationed on the side of jennie’s classroom, hands cradling a bouquet of lilies behind his back. as a crowd of students came shuffling out of the room, jaebum sought out the gryffindor with a smile. she couldn’t see his hands shaking. the teeniest bit, it did, but enough to penetrate through that calm and collected exterior he always held.

he pulled the bouquet around without another moment wasted and chuckled with a sheepish smile. “hey there.”

-- give me all your love he hoped the flowers would say enough.