he was met with a glare but his lips spread into a wide smile, his arms immediately (instinctively) resting on top of taemin’s shoulders, leaning close so that they met eye to eye. “only the food? not me?” he asked, eyes twinkling with obvious mischief. “i’m sorry,” he said, all mischief disappearing from his eyes with a snap. “i really am. can you show it to me later instead?” his tone was lighter now, playful once again. “i won’t keep my eyes off of you for a single millisecond.”
she had a session in less than thirty minutes. her home office was set-up - a fancy term for her room, which decorated with fairy lights and pastel curtains. there was a certain image she projected online; her face had sharp, almost feline features, but her character gave off an air of innocence. guys thought it was sexy, and she made good money out of it.
but, really, eunmi just wanted to get this session over with so she could catch up with her shitty reality television shows. her older sister left just a little while ago, and eunmi hadn’t heard from paulie, her exotic shorthair, since her sister bid her farewell. once she heard the muffled meowing however, eunmi’s ears perked up, and her body shot straight up.
before she knew it, she was running out into the main hall of their apartment unit, frantically checking every curve and crevice in case her beloved cat was being suffocated behind furniture. another meow, but this time, it came from behind her. she turned around, only to be greeted by the door. that was when it hit her - paulie followed eunju outside. her older sister, a complete ditz, probably didn’t notice the cat following suit as she walked out.
without much thought, eunmi pulled open the door into the vast hallway, running out in just her ridiculously expensive set of underwear. much too used to being half-naked, eunmi’s bare feet padded along the carpeted corridor in pursuit of the cat, bumping into who she recognized was their extremely attractive neighbor. she had to stop in her tracks, grabbing the male by his shoulders.
“dude,” she began, tone urgent. “listen. you gotta help me get that cat.” she nodded in the direction of the staircase, where a cat sat licking at the back of its paw. “if i tried anything, she’s going to end up running down, like, ten flights of stairs, and i could trip and die. all you need to do is distract her. she likes handsome men. believe me. please?”
kim jongin found that, as of late, his life has been a complete and utter mess.
it happened when he didn’t care enough about the consequences of sleeping around with three different people. it was a typical brand of popular boy problem that he often found himself stuck in. after all, it was better to keep his bed warm rather than be faced with the certainty that he was going to spend the rest of his life alone. again, it was mainly his fault. what, with how he had pushed away his step brother and everything...
“i would be more than happy to go on a trip but..” he drawled on, lazily kicking his feet up the sofa. his dad was cooking him recovery food for his hangover. he was nursing one at the moment, his eyes half closed and groans slipping past his lips in between speaking. “does it really have to be this weekend?” a family trip was in the works. his father and his stepmother had noticed how...distant, he and taemin had been as of late. their usual banter sounded too bitter. the house was quiet. they didn’t even look at each other in the eye.
he let out a moan of appreciation as he smelled the scent of food in the air. the very little food he ate last night was already flushed in one of the toilet bowls inside the club. so he was starving. “son, you and your brother might be in college already but that doesn’t mean we can’t bond as a family,” his father said all the way back in the kitchen. “it would be a nice change of pace, too.”
moon jongup. two words. ten letters. enough to bring him back to the past, to where everything began almost three years ago, in ravenclaw’s boys room. he was an enigma back then, a new transfer from durmstrang in the middle of their sixth year, casually strolling around hogwarts’ interior as if he was meant to be there. baekhyun being the forgetful bloke he was didn’t even know about jongup’s status as a transfer student until they became close sometime before the summer break, befriending the taller right away and bonding upon potions. his durmstrang background was a mere facade of what he truly is; a warm, kindhearted boy with a face too straight to come off as ‘friendly’.
and now, here they are, in the streets of london. they’re both in their twenties, baekhyun in his casual attire that consisted of an oversized hoodie he stole and a pair of skinny jeans and sneakers. his usual pretentious outfit discarded on the floor of his shared apartment before he went grocery shopping. baekhyun managed to crack his rectangular smile as he carried the bag towards jongup’s way.
it’s funny how they met, really. one moment baekhyun was on autopilot mode, the next he felt something hard slapping against his face. the spine of the magazine hitting the bridge of his nose causing his eyes to sting. but if the magazine didn’t fly towards his way, baekhyun wouldn’t even notice the familiar face among the sea of strangers before him.
Send me one “Dear—” and I’ll write a letter to this person.
6th year / first semester
ma moitié,
i messed up. i know that.
i don’t even know how to write this without sounding like a desperate idiot. i know i wasn’t ready, but i tried, anyway. believe me - i tried, but the nagging at the back of my head forced me break things off. i refused to believe riley was growing up in front of me, and i was going to miss it if i get… distracted. but you weren’t a distraction from riley. you were a distraction from any and everything that’s bad in this godforsaken world. i can’t believe it took me this long to realize. i’m sorry for hurting you. i still really… like you. beanstalk.
all i want is another chance.
- jeonghan
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6th year / winter breakafter the vacation, a week before class.
jongup dumbass jongup dumbass
fuck it. doesn’t matter.
i guess i’m writing this to get a sense of what i’m actually feeling. there’s nothing clear yet - in my head, in evidence. especially in evidence.
i fucked up. shit. i fucked up so much.
i was so hung up on kris that i just… even as i’m writing this, no words are coming out in ink, or forming in my head. i want you to be able to understand, but everything is in… french? no. it’s in shambles. there’s no point in even writing this. i shouldn’t have… fuck. i really shouldn’t have.
i couldn’t even look at you. actually, to be precise, i couldn’t look at you with seungjun. clinging onto you like his life depended on it and looking like he might just stab me in the eye for so much as glancing in your direction. god fucking damn it. and after hearing what he had to say about us… i don’t know. i had to wonder what kind of person you actually are. i just know that… you’re better than what i say you are. a lot better. i’m sorry for implying that you’re a slut. you’re not. that’s me, right? hooking up with every guy in the house. being too late. that’s one thing i’m good that.
GET A FUCKING GRIP, THIERRY JEONGHAN. GOD.
for someone who aces divination, how did i not see this one coming? fucking irony. anyway, i deserve it. you won’t even get to read this. ha… i’m wasting my time. you were just someone i loathed - at least, that’s the impression i gave. the impression i made. someone who could help me rise to the top of potions class. and i was just someone you kissed behind closed doors. to pass the time… i guess. i owe you that much, at least.
“i tried making it myself, but i figured food poisoning doesn’t make for a very good valentine’s day present.”
@saudxdes
jeonghan chews at his lower lip, trying to suppress a smile that’s inevitable. “ne t'en fais pas, mon chéri.” and so instead he moves to wrap his arms around the other male from behind. “you know what would make a good valentine’s day present, though?” he asks, resting his chin on jongup’s shoulder. “you.”
maybe he wasn’t too late this time. for once, someone actually waited for him - but the fear of being second choice - a fucking rebound - gnawed at his insides. but there was no turning back now. because, truth be told, jeonghan waited to have his time. and, truth be told, jeonghan waited for him, too.
“looks like you don’t have to anymore.”
he took the last remaining strides toward the other male, looked him straight in the eyes. i'm sorry for making you wait, he wanted to say. i’m staying. instead, he reached out, curled his fingers into collar of the other’s shirt, and pulled him in for a kiss.
