VICTORY;
( a starter for @smsunhwa ! )
the rush of a victory is never unfulfilling nor is it ever leaving him without an overwhelming sense of pride. he walks past the muddy ground of the quidditch pitch into the changing room, which is full of enchanted banners flashing their team name in their official colors, and balloons that burst confetti. he smiles as he pats the rest of his team on the backs, their voices booming with happiness and accomplishment. as captain, he would be sure that they all feel on top of the world -- like they could do anything, especially with each other by their side.
he walks to grab his things before setting off to whatever pub in seoul they’ll be celebrating in. but before he can find it, he sees a familiar face. “hey!” he shouts, beaming. “you came! did you enjoy the game?” he’s glad to see his cousin here with him, getting a thick head full of air that feels a lot like egotism. “do you wanna come celebrate with us?”
