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Jongdae ▪ Slytherin ▪ Mischievous ❝I'm learning all your tricks, I can hurt you from inside. ✚

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▼▲ landfill ◦ • ◦ yoongi + jongdae

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[ // – a hint of a smirk comes across his face as he watches the mattress sinks with the other’s weight. he doesn’t move either, preferring to keep what they have now. he doesn’t quite understand this thing between them. yoongi has always been an affectionate person, a very physical person. skin against skin, fingertips on his loved one’s body, hand around wrist and kisses on their cheeks. but not with jongdae. not with the one he harbors this much passion for. no, their heated gazes are enough. the little spark of electricity when they nearly touch each other is enough. the smirks and the titillating whispers they share with each others, dripping with innuendos, laced with songs of fervent ardor that will never be sung – that’s all enough for yoongi, ] [ // – he pushes himself forward, his one leg folded on the bed, toes grazing the other’s clothed knee. his eyes are teasing, smile taunting the other to come closer, daring him to take the lead this time. but he says nothing. for he knows that the one in front of him knows exactly what he wants him to know. there’s no need for words, the sexual tension between them is already so thick you can cut it with a knife. but who will cut it, is the question lingering in both their minds. ] of course you can. [ // – he murmurs under his breathe, lips closing and opening ever so slightly behind the smile they’re wearing ]

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{--they say opposite attracts, and perhaps that's what drew them together to begin with; this relationship built was practically out of arguments and constant taunts, reducing them to craving each other's presence constantly, admitted through body language and gestures, rather than words. all too content with what they had, jongdae proved himself that physical contact didn't mean everything. it had been a subtle process, beginning with a step of denial, that eventually melted to a strong desire, which was slowly morphing into feelings. on jongdae's part at least, it was unknown, having not felt so many different emotions at once towards someone, despite him being too prideful or arrogant to admit it out loud} 

{--he allows himself to be spellbound, dragging himself closer, practically crawling along the mattress until he hovered above the hufflepuff boy, eyes big and scanning over his figure over and over, not intended to go for something big. he'd rather much observe the way yoong's eyes disappeared into full crescents whenever he smiled, how the apple of his cheeks suddenly seemed higher, adoring him overall from head to toe, for once his attention directing towards someone that wasn't himself. the thought makes him sigh, a hand lifted tentatively to rest beside the male's head, a few strands of hair tangling through his finger, the brush against his knee barely noticed, another sign of how perfectly accustomed he was with yoongi's presence} of course. {--he mocked, his finger tracing to faintly brush below the other's jaw} 

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‹ * HALLOWEEN GHOULS ; KJDxBMA ›

it was halloween weekend, which meant classes were over and teddy was free.

finally, she thinks to herself as she smoothes her casual wizarding robes out properly and looks around the common room. no one is paying attention to little theadora bang, because she isn’t that eye catching in the first place plus everyone is buzzing over halloween dinner and their plans for the weekend. she smiles politely and inclines her head whenever anyone meets her eye, but otherwise she hurries out of the common room with a brisk stride.

she has a destination in mind, her favourite haunt, a place she’d stumbled upon quite by mistake. if, of course, you could call a tumble with the whomping willow a mistake. nonetheless, she heads towards the massive tree with singleminded determination. casting a brief repelling charm, she levitates a stone to knock against the knot at the base of the willow and smiles when the willow relaxes as if entranced. teddy wastes no time in advancing towards the entry point of a long winding path that leads to: the shrieking shack.

gryffindors may toot their horns about being brave, but teddy is the one who spends her hours at the shrieking shack doing her homework in peace and quiet. it’s been several months since she started coming to the shack, finding that it was quite empty and unoccupied even by the not-exactly-dead. ever since then, it’d been teddy herself who was creating the ruckus that spread rumours across the student body that a new ghoul had moved into the shack. as teddy reaches the end of the secret pathway between hogwarts to the shack, she withdraws her wand to begin warding others away.

she wasn’t expecting to hear footsteps. theadora bang freezes mid-motion and turns around, wand held out and ready to defend.

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halloween, halloween, better known as the crazy week, where anything could occur, despite the given moment.

he's not fond of such holidays, has never been. back then when he lived with his parents, they would feed him stories about halloween, about the spirits wandering around -- but honestly, spirits are all he sees at hogwarts, the house's spirit, the spirits gathering for gossip in the great hall. who is really surprised by such things anymore? students seemed most excited about dressing up for the event, but being wizards, that automatically made them different from commoners. perhaps to many, they were considered a freakshow, or just a legend, for magic wasn't a believable topic for everyone.

jongdae is not a superstitious person; kids around tried to make numerous "scary" stories about the haunted place, staring with questions of "have you heard the story of__" or "are you familiar with __" ; he never spared his attention to those, not worthy of it -- though perhaps he could use them against youngsters or even those who were of were of his age, yet stupid enough to buy such cheap sayings. he detached himself from the group of guys speaking of it over and over, because it was honestly so boring and he needed a break. hands stuffed in his pockets, he decided that outside of the castle was the best choice right now. 

shireking shack or whatever... rumored to be the most haunted building in britain, yet even those were dead scared of it seemed to visit it. the more he was thinking of it, the more he wanted to visit, so his steps guide him to the abandoned house, gaze scanning over the exterior, which looked relatively good, compared to the deteriorated and demolished insides -- and oh, someone was there already? a devilish smirk curves his lips at the idea of being able to mess with someone's sanity, without considering that it could have been a teacher for all he knew.

his steps halt, pressing himself to the nearest wall that covered his entire figure, hand dipping deep for his wand to murmur a quiet that dissolved any trace of lightning coming from the candles attached to the wall, declaring it as the beginning of the game. 

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restless || asf&kjd

Alexis rummaged through her trunk, trying to find her camera. She was sure she had brought it, because she never went anywhere without it really, but she just couldn’t remember where she had put it. It had to be somewhere, the question was ‘where’. After a few more minutes of going trough her belongings, untidying her clothes even more than they already were if possible, she finally found the camera. With a happy ‘Gotcha!’ she took the camera out and hanged it around her neck, picking up one of her bag of sweets and walking out of the dormitory. 

The castle hallways were relatively empty considering it was a Saturday, but there were still quite some people walking around. Alex took one of the sweets from her bag – a crystallised pineapple – and walked to the stairs, hoping to get somewhere from where she could take nice, candid shots of the life bubbling around the castle. She pulled herself up on one of the railings and sat there, looking around. She raised the camera to her eyes and started taking photos of the students walking around. She didn’t really filter what photos she took, she could always delete them later and, anyway, Alex usually liked all of her photos. She stopped after a few seconds and looked down at the last photo she had taken on the small screen of her camera. A face there caught her attention and, without even thinking, she jumped down from the stairs’ railing and run after the owner of that face. 

"Hey!" She yelled as she approached the boy, a smile appearing on her face when he turned around. "Hey, uhm, you probably don’t know me and this is going to sound really weird but, could you be a model for me?" She said in one go, realizing how strange and stupid she sounded and blushing slightly at the thought. "I mean, I draw and your face is quite striking, so I was wondering if maybe I could draw it?" She tried to amend a moment later, although it still was quite a strange situation.

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Lonely. A word that was often associated with Jongdae lately, a feeling transmitted the more time he spent by himself, surrounded by the huge walls of the common Slytherin dorms. Surely the room was always lively  and surrounded by boys, but he wasn't particularly close to any aside his best friend, whom he hadn't seen around lately. Pity, really, pity for himself, for he decayed like this. Good ol' Salazar's ghost was probably laughing at him for ending up in such a state, expression worn out most of the time, but thankfully he was trained enough to be able to hide. People probably automatically thought that Jongdae = heartless, either way. But it wasn't always like that.

Robe dancing behind him while he decided to make his way out of the room, searching to occupy his time; be it conversing with random people, picking on first years, or searching for that one person that seemed to occupy his mind more than a quarter of the time -- annoying, but not really. Snapping out of any initial thoughts, he barely makes it down the halls, before there's someone calling out to him, distracting him. His expression brightened almost like a child's who was being offered candy and turned on his heel, being greeted with a petite girl, much shorter than him, though Jongdae himself wasn't very tall. If it wasn't for his phobia, he could probably lift her up and spin her to display his current joyful state.  He doesn't know who she is, but he doesn't display an interest either, for right now she is useful, so she must definitely be kept around. He eyes the object in her hands before her words reach his ears, eyebrows pointing up, until they disappeared behind his fringe.

"Huh?" The proposal was still sinking in, for once catching him off of guard. Of course Jongdae thought highly of himself, but for this to happen, well he couldn't deny the potential surprise. "You want to draw my face." He repeats the obvious while simultaneously pointing a finger towards himself, as if to convince himself. The recovery is quick, a grin setting on his features as he nodded soon after, looking around for her utensils. "Well, what are you waiting for?" 

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× × early treats || chanyeol

(/if Chanyeol had been startled by the sudden and loud arrival of his dorm-mate it was nothing compared to Boston, who had been happily curled up on the boy’s lap in a mass of curly fur, purring and slight dribble; the bang and booming voice caused the feline to puff up and rocket off of Chanyeol’s lap, making the sixth year yelp out and clutch his abused leg which had sadly received the brunt of Boston’s flurried and unsheathed claws in the midst of the escape. Chanyeol winced and rubbed at his leg, but his attention was easily diverted and his pout was replaced with hopeful doe eyes and lips pursed into a small ‘o’ of interest.) Really?

{--ignorant as he is, Jongdae isn't paying attention to the cat that quickened its pace out of room, hissing towards the boy, who spared Boston a look and then snickered. He steps further into the room and hums at the surroundings, flinging the bag over his shoulder, a soft sound ringing through it, different sweets wrapped in it} Yeah, yeah! I got us identical ones. {--that was a lie however, he had always been an arrogant one, or rather greedy? Perhaps a combination of both, which is why he needed to have better, or more} C'mon, get your treat!

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▼▲ landfill ◦ • ◦ yoongi + jongdae

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[ // – to have jongdae visit his room for a chance, it sends shivers of excitement down yoongi’s spine, it makes his heart bubbles up with the flutters of a ten years old in front of his first crush. it’s no butterflies in his stomach, but fire. burning red fire that fills his whole being with passion. yet he keeps his face cool as he leans against the door frame, hands silently casting a soundproof spell, not wanting his housemates to eavesdrop on whatever might or might not happen within these four walls. ] [ // – he follows the other into the room, rounding him as his hand hovers over the other’s shoulder as he turned in front of the slytherin prince – his  slytherin prince. face leaning in closer, leaving barely an inch between them, he whispers his reply ] well, i got to say, i’ve refined taste, don’t you agree? [ // – one second, two seconds, three seconds that feels all too long as he stares into the dark pools of jongdae’s eyes. their breathes warm against each other skin. he tugs his lips into a lazy smirk before he pulls away, throwing himself to his bed as he sits there, elbows propping himself up as he stares at Jongdae ] So, what brings you here? Anything i can help you with?

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{--perhaps jongdae himself gets a sense of nervousness from this, though he is a master of disguise, which is why he does well at masking his true emotions behind sly smirks and little gestures -- taunting gestures, because their relationship is one that varies. One day the could be the greasiests and cutest among the couples among Hogwarts, other days they woudn't even spare a glance at each other, both stubborn in their own way to initiate a conversation, or admit missing the other. His steps are thin as he advances into the room, adrenaline rushing through his veins at the thought of something new, unseen; he is not hesitant, but he wishes to remember the details, though he's fairly convinced it wouldn't be the first, nor the last time he would visit it.}

{--there's not much time for him to do so however, a pair of warm hands settle on him, and no matter how used he was with yoongi's presence, any sort of direct contact startles him still; his skin crawls, suppresses a series of tremors as he turned towards the other in time to watch him walk away, 'tsk'ing quietly, followed by a roll of his eyes. it takes all the willpower not to smash their lips together in place, so he composes himself by clearing his throat, advancing towards the bed, though he pauses at the edge, only letting his knee dip against the mattress} You barge in my room all the time... I should hope I can do the same. 

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Sorry, I've been busy these days.

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Funny faces, funny boys.

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▼▲ landfill ◦ • ◦ yoongi + jongdae

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[ / / – yoongi simply followed, eyes filling themselves with the sight of jongdae’s back. the way he walked with such poise, such confidence. the brisk of his pace, the way his clothes wrinkled with each move. who knew when he’s going to disappear again? and this time, yoongi’s going to carve every inch of his body, every pixel of his existence into his mind. for him jongdae was like something you could touch, you could grasp. something you can have if you bleed yourself enough for it. but he will never belong to you. like a tragic Grecian stories of the old Gods. ] [ / / – yoongi swallowed the desire burning though his skin, the desire to frame his beauty and cockiness, the desire to frame the magnetic pull between them. what they had is wrong in the eyes of many. but he doesn’t care. from the moment they had set their sight on each other, a secret fire was lit in the corner of his heart and without him ever knowing, it has spread into a burning passion, consuming all of his heart ] After you. [ / / – he whispers as he opens the door for him, his dark brown eyes never leaving the other’s and it was as if he’s recreating s copy of his eyes in the back of his mind. every speck of color, every line of light. ] 

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{--jongdae was a man that held on his pride, he wanted people to know about his origins, the house he belonged to; although he was not wearing the school uniform at the given moment, his attire was still pretty much composed from a gray sweater and green stripes along it, the slytherin badge shining on the left side of his chest. his appearance and disappearance had to do with family matters indeed, forced to come out in contact with his parents whom he abhorred, which is why he came to the conclusion that he would isolate himself at hogwarts once again; each step was calculated, eyes big at the sight of something new. it had always been yoongi visiting the dungeons and now that he had the chance to, he scanned and scanned for every little detail -- an observant person, he was.} {--he catches the other's words, expression stoic for the sake of teasing, though when he was on the verge of passing, he paused, head tipping to the side enough for their lips to be inches away, but instead of leaning forward for a fierce kiss, he grins and steps in the room, until standing in the middle to catch a full view} ..You know, for a house with a terrible color choice that will soon make me go blind, this isn't half bad. 

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Neukmin & Jongdae

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(/he lets out a groan and reaches into his pocket, taking out a cigarette. If he got caught smoking in the corridor then so bit it. This kid was starting to get on his nerves and at this rate, he wasn’t going to find himself outside any time soon. His foot taps against the floor, teeth gritting together. He places it between his lips and lights it up, taking a long drag before responding) Ah, is that so? No wonder the girls around here are so frustrated. (/he laughs, kinking his head to the side as his free hand slips into his pocket) What do you want? (/he asks, hoping to cut to the chase as he blows smoke in the boys direction) 

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{--this guy was getting pretty worked up from what he could deduce, and oh it was definitely Jongdae's pleasure to add fuel to the fire. He figuratively attaches like a leech, follows after the other with slow steps, obviously uncaring for the class they had to attend; he was rather more interested in the way this boy's patience was slowly running out, the grin on his face malicious to point out obvious intentions} Ah, yeah. {--an indifferent shrug was the reply to the remark, slipping so he was directly in front of the Slytherin} I'm just making things clear here, is all. {--he answers in a faked innocent tone, head tipping} 

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▼▲ landfill ◦ • ◦ yoongi + jongdae

[hufyoongi]

[ // – a smile followed by a chuckle, a house draped with a myrtle. he pulls back just ever so slightly as he saw the longing in the other’s eyes, lips pulling into a smirk as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. he lets the silence stretch, drinking in the other’s features into his memory. every contour, every line, every twitch of expression is worth his dime. there’s a churning of yearning in his stomach, curling in like a big wave inside of him and he tries so hard to ignore it. tries so hard to ignore the need to kiss jongdae’s lids and whispers words of love into his skin. at least not here, not when they’re in plain sight. and certainly not if he hasn’t gotten jongdae’s okay to it. ] [ //– he scoffs with a smile, teeth biting into his bottom lip before he finally answers the other. ] do you even need an invitation? kim jongdae? i thought you just take what you want. [ // – whispered words, a hushed secret between the two of them. and hufflepuffs that are too shy to eavesdrop do nothing but steal glances at them. yoongi smirks at the sight of them before nodding towards the direction of his room upstairs. ] wanna get someplace more…private?

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{--the permission for physical contact had a while since passed from jongdae's side, and although yoongi was full aware he could do as wanted ( with minor exceptions such as ambush ), he still respected his private space, which was honestly relieving and one of the many reasons he grew fond of what they had. there's a small breath and although he does with to have a hold on yoongi's waist, hand, or even pinky finger, but he also feels thrilled by the situation alone, how fierce their gazes were comparing to lack of touching. it wasn't love what he felt, not in the slightest, but it wasn't simple liking either; a strong feeling that wrapped his heart with a heavy pressure which made him want to burst in a series of emotions is what he felt} {--he rolls his eyes at the question and tips his head to the side, lashes fluttered} don't be ridiculous, i do always get what i want, with or without approval. {--he speaks, indifferent to pair of ears that might be listening to them and followed after yoongi's hinting, composing himself by stuffing his hands in his pockets and simply walk past him towards the stairs} 

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i stop breathing when you smile ♡

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[ //– Yoongi had been perching on top of the stair rails, leaning on the walls of the common room when he heard his name being called. Smirking as he saw his caller, he slid down to and walked towards his Slytherin prince in a leisurely pace. Other people might look at them, they might whisper. But they’re so small that Yoongi couldn’t even see them. And at times like this, he vaguely wondered if he’s really suited for the house he’s in or if the house had made a mistake in placing him. Maybe he had changed too much. ] I told you, didn’t I? Just say my name when you want me. [ // – he whispered the words to Jongdae’s skin, the distance between them mere inches if not less. a lazy yet pleasant smirk resting on his face as he let his hands wandered to the other’s arm, hovering over his clothed flesh without even touching him. he simply enjoyed the chemistry between them, one that he could felt without even coming in contact with Jongdae. ]

{--his steps halt in the middle of the room as he waits for the other to approach him first, like they had all the time in the world -- which they did, because it was theirs to control. Although there was technically no direct contact, his skin set ablaze, sparkles of electricity racing along his spine just by the closeness between them, the other's words causing a smirk to twitch at the corner of his own, head tilted to get a better view of the person he admittedly missed, although there was a minor chance of him ever voicing it out loud} Is that an invitation? {--cheeky remark punctuated by a wiggle of his brows, his own hand lifted to trace the contour of Yoongi's frame without actually touching him, the comfort making him sigh quietly}