❝ avoidance — kris & myungsoo
It had been four days. Considering he had grown accustomed to spending every single second with his boyfriend, this duration of time felt like an eternity. Contrary to what he'd expected, it wasn't that difficult to avoid Kris. He'd been returning to the other's dormitory late and departing before sunrise, leaving a note with a brief explanation that he was catching up on his studies. So, really, during the past four days he had only been with the Slytherin while the male was unconscious. That was killing him. Straying away from the other was just on instinct, though. He couldn't let Kris know what had happened. Even if he was reluctant to admit it, Myungsoo was ashamed of how he'd lost control and he had hardly come to terms with these consequences. All he needed to do was wait patiently for these bruises to naturally fade, and Kris would have no ideas or hints. Still, much to his dismay, the bruises initially darkened, so luck wasn't really on his side.
There was always the excuse of "oops, I fell", which wouldn't be unbelievable since he happened to be rather clumsy. Lying to his boyfriend wasn't an option, though. He didn't want to, either. Perhaps keeping this secret of physically harming two students classified as lying, too, but he chose not to linger on that thought. Besides, the two bruises that blemished his skin barely resembled something he could bump against. Kris wasn't stupid. If he saw Myungsoo's appearance, questions would be asked and the Ravenclaw would be forced to answer them. For his own cowardly mindset, this seemed like the simplest and safest choice. While being parted from his boyfriend internally pained him, he would survive. As long as he kept faking this pretense of being academically busy, then this plan should work perfectly.
Now, he actually was study. His quill scratched against parchment as he reprinted his notes. He'd been sitting in the library since dawn; he hadn't had anywhere else to go. His own dorm would be too lonely, and it was a proven necessity to distract himself. A few books were stacked around him, and it was likely material he had already studied before. Honestly, he was already ahead of his class. He had been up to this all day, every day since he had last spoken to Kris, and now he was just reviewing content he already knew by heart. It was frustrating. He'd been unknowingly clenching his jaw, a pain shooting from the source. At first, he had been suspicious that that Gryffindor had actually cracked his jaw since a few punches shouldn't hurt so goddamn badly. It's not like he could complain, though, after seeing the damage he had done with his own hands.