#gry:chen

[slykyungsoo]

*stubborn

@grychen

/*heartbeats off the chart. legs heavy from the strain of running from the quidditch arena to the hospital wing. no. no. this can’t be. he almost bit his tongue.*/ that stupid,  incompetent and thickheaded gryffindor. /*regret and self-loath follows after. it’s his fault. it’s all his fault. if only he didn’t get caught. if only jongdae didn’t come to save him. reality hits him when he almost trips on one of the steps. wrists ache when he opens the door to the infirmary too hard.*/ jongdae!

[alo-yearbook]

I sent that one off anon, didn't I? ...tell my children and wife I love them and also I fought the battle bravely

[alo-yearbook]

From that anon to Thomas: no I'm scared of you

[miripuff]

What's that song? || && -- Jongdae and Miri

— @grychen  ;

It was her free period, time to simply work on some homework she had put off for far too long now and head to her favorite place in the castle; The library. Books in hand, parchment and ink along with her favorite quill, the female anticipated the silence she would endure in the library. It was soothing, made for the best place to relax and get away during the week. 

The young witch strolled down the corridors until she reached the rather large library that held thousands upon thousands of books to help her when she needed it — The homework she had put off was none other than Study of Ancient Runes, and of course it wasn’t her beset subject. The thought simply made the female roll her eyes at herself, a soft sigh creeping past her painted lips as she found a table to sit down with all her books and actually get stuff done for once. She sorted things out, placed the books she knew she needed above the parchment paper she was going to write on — While the ink and quill sat separately to the side. 

Miri rubbed her hands together, knowing now she was ready for this hardcore study session to begin before immediately stopping. Her gaze lifted from the books she had laid out perfectly to a boy; A Gryffindor student who had something in his ears. She squinted her eyes, the bridge of her nose scrunching up as she finally came to the conclusion that he had very small earbuds placed in his ear, one hanging off his shoulder allowing whatever he had playing to be heard by others — Music. The song playing sounded so upbeat, and catchy.  She had become so secluded from the muggle world that she had such a hard time keeping up with the music nowadays — Of course she would hear things that she liked, but she could never remember who it was sung by, or better yet the name of the songs themselves. 

She tried to not make it so obvious that she was trying to listen to what he was playing, wandering around and acting as if she was studying the books on the shelves closest to him – Her fingers trailing along the spines of the books before finally giving in and allowing her curiosity to win. The female inched closer, lightly tapping his shoulder she flashed a rather small smile in his direction, “what’s that song you’re listening to?” She saw this boy in the library often — Only ever speaking to him a handful of times because she never wanted to bother him. But today was different, he was alone and of course her curiosity always prevailed. 

[slykyungsoo]

kyungsoo in the sky | kyungsoo + jongdae + mingyu

Sometimes, Kyungsoo wonders if he had killed a saint on his last life to be constantly followed around by bad luck.

Those fucking idiots. The Slytherin made his way towards the Gryffindor Towers via the Grand Staircases, legs stomping on each steps with seething rage. His face was surprisingly calm--bordering cute, even, with his doe-eyes and heart-shaped lips. But the murderous aura around him was unmistakable. Crumpled in his hands were a piece of paper, written on it with a huge font was ‘WIZARDING SPORTS : BROOM RACES SIGN-UPS’.

Now now, he was never one to join competitions or any kind of school events during his time in Hogwarts, yet somehow this year the Headmaster decided to hold a spring festival that consisted of a sequence of games and sporting events. The festival itself was sponsored by--wait for it--Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans. As much as he hated competitions, his love for sweet things beat his hatred hands down.

The problem was, Kyungsoo didn’t want to sign up for Brooms Races. He wanted to do Duelling, since brewing potions apparently doesn’t count as games, and he did. But he never expected to see his name written on the Broom Races sign ups sheet in a messy but cursive handwriting. He only took 2 seconds to find out who was behind it. 

It didn’t take long for Kyungsoo to reach the Fat Lady painting, mainly because of the air around him that could even make a crowd of 7th years split apart like the red sea. After mumbling the password hurriedly (yes, he knew the password don’t ask how) he strode across the Common Room in quick steps particularly towards a mop of blue hair standing out amidst mellower hair colors.

Noticing another wavy-haired student by the taller's side, he swiftly send a loud smack to the back of their heads."Alright, which one of you two idiots requested for a trip to the infirmary?”

@grychen

[slykyungsoo]

disastrous return | kyungsoo + jongdae

@grychen

It was one of the days where Do Kyungsoo actually managed to run late to class.

Shit. Fuck. And a string of other profanities known to the humankind were the only thing that crossed the Slytherin’s mind as he rushed down on the spiral staircase that led to the dungeon corridor, his textbook held tightly against his chest. This is stupid. Idiotic. He was sure he had set his alarm the night before. What if the professor decided to do a pop quiz that day?

Thankfully, his prediction was proven wrong when Kyungsoo finally reached the aforementioned classroom. While struggling to keep his breaths even, he found out that the professor was just assigning partners for the semester when the Slytherin stepped--calmly without a glint of panic on his face, mind you--into the class and that he can pair up with another student that ran late as well that day.

Kyungsoo made his way across the room to the table located at the back of the room. The other students was already preoccupied with the assigned potion of the day. He wasn’t going to let his Outstanding slip away just because of his own tardiness.

“Okay. We can do the introductions later.” the Slytherin immediately said when he found his said partner, not bothering to spare a glance at the other as he took his seat. “Right now, potion. What are we making today?”

[kaidors]

some intense throwback monday going on in this photo

[ approx, year 3 in hogwarts? or 4 and 5 for some lmao ] 

[kaidors]

kim fucking jongdae, the number of inches you leave the door to my dormitory open is the number of inches the depth of my knife will be in your chest when i find you.