disastrous dongmin/bin || heās always loved quidditch.
quidditch is one sport that has been with him since he was old enough for his parents to spell him to a broomstick with a sticking charm and let him zoom around their backyard. neither of his parents were particularly good or bad at the sport, though his mother had played on the team for a year or two while she had attended hogwarts. she had never found a particular passion for it, nor a particular talent. but joshua moon was born to play quidditch, or so it seemed, even from a young age. he makes the gryffindor team in his second year ā not unheard of, but certainly rare. heād been so disappointed when he found out that, true to his parentsā and sisterās warnings, first years were not allowed to bring their own brooms. and he just couldnāt do as well on a school broom, so he resolved to dedicate himself to practicing and learning until he was sure he could make the team in his second year. sure enough, he does, beating out older hopefuls and stunning the gryffindor captain. for someone so damn tiny, compared to the older boys and girls, he iss certainly good at catching, throwing, and darting around on his broom.
academics have never been his strong point, though. he isnāt stupid, no, certainly far from it, but neither does any type of study come as easily to him as quidditch did. he enjoys learning, he really does, but the true thrill comes when he is on a broom, soaring over the wide expanse of the fields. when he was younger, he loved it a little too much. he placed it above other things, above other priorities, and these hurdles were obstacles he had to overcome.
( sixteen. )
he knows heās sick from the moment he wakes up, the room spinning dizzily around him when he sits up and his neck damp with cold sweat. everything feels too warm and too cold, all at the same time. his head is heavy and it feels like heās carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. too much, itās too much, but he has a game that morning and there is no way their reserve will be ready. not for a game as tough as that one promises to be. he rubs at his eyes in exhaustion, trying to clear the fuzziness out of his eyes through sheer willpower, but to no avail. he feels like death as he gets dressed and fumbles his way downstairs, determination powering his limbs. he stumbles into the great hall, plopping down at the ravenclaw table, next to his boyfriend, a soft little kiss planted onto his cheek, and looking at the food makes him nauseous. ātoast?ā dongmin offers.
well, that settles that. thereās no way heās eating. āno... mānot hungry.ā he shakes his head, pouring himself a glass of water slowly. dongmin stares at him, forehead creasing in worry.
ācome with me?ā he asks, and bin acquiesces, standing up silently, his glass of water untouched. the older boy leads him out of the great hall and heās not really sure where theyāre going but he follows obediently anyways. heād follow dongmin anywhere, after all. they wind up in the kitchens and bin would be surprised but heās not, sinking onto the bench when dongmin says he can, his eyes fluttering slightly and he tries to keep them open. he feels so queasy, and just the thought of food is making him feel sicker. he can hear dongmin talking to the elves, but his brain is too tired to process exactly what heās saying, and so he just sits there in a daze, his eyes fluttering closed in an effort to prevent the nausea. ābinnie, i asked them to make you ź³ėģ°.ā his boyfriendās voice comes from somewhere above him, and he opens his eyes slowly to find the otherās face. ācan you eat some?ā
heās quiet for a moment before he exhales shakily, āi donāt know...ā his voice is honest and a little broken. he loves food, he really does -- he usually eats everything he can, and perhaps thatās why dongmin is so worried at the staunch refusal of food.
ājust a little bit,ā the ravenclaw presses and he doesnāt offer up any rebuttal, willing to try for dongmin, even though the sight of the steaming dish the elves bring at that moment evokes no desire to eat in him. a spoon is pressed into his hand and he stares at it for a moment, clearly deciding whether he wants to eat or not . ādid you not sleep well?ā dongmin asks, and bin sinks the spoon into the dish so he doesnāt have to reply quite yet.
heās silent for a moment longer before he replies quietly, āi donāt know...ā and he hasnāt moved the spoon yet. the prefect nudges his hand in reminder, his eyebrows furrowing softly.
ājust a little bit,ā he pleads softly and heās peering at his boyfriendās face to try and figure out whatās going on. obediently, the gryffindor lifts the spoon listlessly, only a tiny bit of food on the spoon and he eats it quietly, slowly, his cheeks flushed pink with fever, warm to the touch. dongmin exhales softly when the food passes his lips, and a cool hand is pressed against his forehead, the ravenclaw immediately pulling away. ākeep eating, please. iāll be right back.ā bin obeys what the other says but only for a while, slowly eating tiny little bites and barely any of the dish is gone when he gives up, letting the spoon sit inside the steaming egg, his eyes dull.
when dongmin returns, a small sound of distress slips from his lips at the sight of his boyfriend, just staring blankly into space, not eating anymore, and he lifts up the youngerās bangs to slide a cold compress underneath and press it against his forehead. a whole body shiver wracks the gryffindor at the coolness of the cloth, and dongmin takes the spoon from limp fingers, bin giving it up easily. he scoops up mouthfuls of food, feeding it to his obviously ill boyfriend, and binās lips just part obediently, eating whatever the other is feeding to him, although his eyes betray that he isnāt there mentally. the gryffindor is only about halfway done -- shocking, considering his usual ability to eat -- when he shakes his head at the next spoonful, turning his face away. dongminās hand comes up to touch his cheek, and even that is hot to the touch, obviously ill. āyou need to go back to bed. or to the hospital wing,ā the worried ravenclaw insists.
bin shakes his head stubbornly, though even that movement makes him feel a little more dizzy. āi canāt,ā he insists softly, his voice faded, ātoday... itās really important...ā
dongminās expression is full of distress. āyouāre sick,ā he protests, and the gryffindor presses his lips together into a thin line.
āiām fine,ā he insists even though itās clear that heās nothing of the sort. āi have to play.ā Ā
āyouāre going to get hurt,ā the older boy replies, his voice faint and barely audible, visibly worried sick about his stupid boyfriend.
although his expression creases into something apologetic, he shakes his head again. āi have to play.ā he repeats stubbornly. their reserve chaser wonāt be able to play on such short notice, and she hasnāt been practicing with them as much as she should, so if she plays, he knows they probably wonāt win.
ādonāt you have a backup chaser?ā dongmin protests again, āi donāt want to see you get hurt...ā the older boyās voice is thick, close to tears, and the guilt that wells up inside bin is deep, but his determination to not let his team down is stronger.
āshe wonāt do well on such short notice,ā he murmurs lowly in reply and he lifts his hand carefully to cup the otherās cheek, head aching and fuzzy, but focused enough for this. āiāll be careful, i promise.ā his voice is low -- talking at his usual volume is taxing, and he knows heāll probably suffer for this later, but he has to do it.
he feels the weight of dongminās cheek against his hand, the other obviously trying to calm himself down. āyou can barely even walk straight,ā the other boy chokes out, āhow are you going to be able to play any better?ā
he doesnāt have an answer for the other immediately, instead simply sighing, āi know our formations like the back of my hand... she doesnāt.ā he can feel it when his boyfriend opens his eyes, the expression in them pleading, the ravenclaw clutching his hand close and he meets the otherās eyes for just a moment before he looks away.
āyouāre sick,ā the ravenclaw whispers. bin canāt stare into dongminās eyes for too long, or he knows that he will cave at that look, closing his eyes and shaking his head slightly.
āi have to play,ā he repeats for a third time.
ābinnie, please...ā dongminās voice cracks and heās so, so close to tears, bin can tell, but he has to. standing up, he pulls his hand away from the otherās, turning back slightly and he exhales before he turns back towards the door.
āiām sorry, minnie.ā he murmurs before he steps out of the kitchens, determined. itās just a fever and heās played through worse, but somehow he feels sicker when he remembers the look of fear in dongminās eyes.
if heād turned around, he would have seen the tears dripping down dongminās face, and that certainly would have broken him.
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heās focusing through sheer determination and force of will, forcing his eyes to focus and his mind to stay clear despite the fog thatās weighing heavily on him. the only thing he can focus on is the quaffle, and even that is a challenge. there are gaping holes in his performance and there are moments where he nearly slips, taking a turn too sharp or lunging too far for the quaffle, but somehow, miraculously, he manages to stay on his broom. but even the definite holes in his usually polished play arenāt enough to stop him from scoring, natural talent making up for his inability to concentrate. gryffindor is in a sizeable lead when a bout of dizziness strikes him and he sways on his broom, slowing down, a hand coming up to press against his head. it takes him a moment before he regains his balance, speeding up again just in time to catch the quaffle, tossing it neatly through a hoop after a faked maneuver. nausea is churning in his stomach and he thinks, rather dimly through the fog thatās still struggling to settle, that he might really have to sit out soon if their seeker doesnāt catch the snitch soon.
itās when his eyes can no longer focus that he sways, starting to sink down slightly in the air, knowing he needs to sit down or risk genuinely passing out. but itās in that moment that their seeker zooms past him with a triumphant shout coming moments later and he feels the strongest wave of relief surge through him. he descends slowly on his broom, all of his concentration focused on trying to get himself to the ground safely. lifting glassy eyes, he meets his boyfriendās frightened eyes, and everything goes quiet in his head. thereās a rushing noise in his ears and he canāt hear anything, his vision blurring, and the last thing he remembers is dongminās face contorting in horror.
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when he wakes next, his world is blurry and his head is spinning, not even having a moment before he turns his head to the side, vomiting. itās only thanks to madam pomfreyās quick reactions that most of it is caught in a basin she conjures, a damp towel carefully wiping away the remnants of vomit on his mouth and a quick evanesco cleaning up anything sheād missed. he moans low in his throat, his head lolling as his chest heaves, eyes squeezed shut. it takes him a few moments before he remembers what heād seen before heād woken up again and he croaks out his boyfriendās name, more of a pained whimper than an actual word. a cool compress on his forehead is the only thing he can feel, and he whimpers his boyfriendās name again, wondering in his fevered state if dongmin is mad at him and not here. āminnie...ā he moans, his hand blindly clutching at blankets in an effort to find the ravenclaw. he can dimly hear madam pomfrey scolding him for playing while sick, the game having undoubtedly worsened his condition.Ā
ābin,ā he hears his boyfriendās voice, cool fingers wrapping around his too warm hand and squeezing gently, and he forces his eyes open to try and seek out the otherās face. guilt is wracking him now along with the nausea and fever chills, his entire body trembling as he finally finds his boyfriendās face. the ravenclaw is pale with worry, and bin is too out of it to notice the tears glistening in bright brown eyes, but if he was, he would be feeling even more guilty than he already is.Ā
ās... sorry... so... sorry...ā he breathes out, his voice cracking as he coughs, hard, his body shaking with the force. dongminās eyes on him call his attention back and he feels the otherās hand shift as the ravenclaw takes a deep breath. he hears the no-nonsense voice of madam pomfrey in the back of his head and he dimly registers that she must be talking to dongmin, but his eyes have closed again. his lips part when she prompts them to, the potions poured into his mouth through his fever haze, his temperature raging high and his hand is trembling in his boyfriendās grip, chest rising and falling hesitantly, coughs breaking the heaving breaths occasionally.Ā
dongminās hand trembles in his, hot tears splashing down onto their joined hands, and it makes him open his eyes, his body still driven by concern for the ravenclaw even when heās nearly delirious with fever. his other hand lifts as though weighted down by lead, fingers reaching out to try and brush away tears clumsily, and dongmin hiccups at the gryffindorās jerky movements.Ā āyouāre so stupid,ā the older boy whispers as he clutches onto his boyfriendās hand like a lifeline, equally mad at the gryffindor for being stupidĀ and relieved that heās going to be okay.Ā
his eyes flutter in confusion at the otherās words and he parts his lips,Ā āno...?ā the protest is weak and barely articulated, so close to falling asleep from sheer exhaustion.Ā
āyou idiot,ā dongmin continues, and bin frowns a little bit, his eyes slipping closed again even as he makes a noise of protest. heās too exhausted to fight anymore and when he drifts off into sleep, his face smooths, the expression of pain and discomfort fading slowly as he settles onto the path of recovery.
( twenty. )
the game has been going on for much longer than most of their games do, and all of them are tired. bin can see it as he soars from one end of the pitch to the other, hands deftly passing the quaffle back and forth with another chaser, and they score a goal, surging up into the air triumphantly. theyāre ahead, everyone is tired, and theyāre really just waiting for the seekers to find the golden snitch. theyāre so close to making the snitch not matter, but the game has been going on for hours now and everyone is ready for this to end. but bin wants to make sure that this game will result in their victory no matter what, and itās with a deft hand that he steals the quaffle, both hands coming off his broom to pass the quaffle to one of his teammates when pain explodes through his chest. the quaffle drops from his fingers as his body registers the blazing pain and he chokes.
a bludger, hit into his chest at point blank range, so close that the bat itself follows the bludger against his body. the sickening crunch that distantly registers in his shock tells him that itās serious, and the force of the blow -- heās not holding onto his broom, and the force of the blow knocks him off, his broom, toppling backwards through the air. thereās screaming but he canāt understand it, and he lands on the ground, his leg breaking his fall, snapping underneath him and he arches in pain, a strangled cry ripping its way out of his throat, gasping for breath. blood bubbles from his lips as he coughs, pain wracking his body and everything hurts so much he can barely breathe. the attending healer rushes over, his teammates all landing around him, but he can hardly even focus on just the healerās face, fire lancing through his chest, his leg screaming in agony, and heās gasping breathlessly, his chocolate eyes wide, glazed with pain and shock. he distantly hears dongminās panicked voice, screaming his name, and heād look for his boyfriend but he canāt even breathe in that moment.
but dongminās face swims into focus above his eyes, warmth enveloping his hand, and he tries to whisper, āminnie,ā but all that comes out is a choked little gurgle, blood spilling from his lips. cool hands touch his side and he gasps, whimpers, even the gentle touches burning like fire and they ease his jersey up. he can hardly keep his eyes open, his blond hair matted with sweat and heās panting, his chest weakly heaving as he struggles to breathe. everything moves, his eyes flutter, rolling back in his head as the pain swallows him, and he knows nothing more except the darkness.
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dongmin tries very hard not to cry as he stumbles down the bleachers, towards his lively boyfriend whoās crumpled on the ground. everything had happened so quickly and he had heard the cushioning charm being shouted but it had missed, bin falling too quickly and he had watched with bile rising up in his throat as his boyfriend landed awkwardly, a second cushioning charm shot a second too late to prevent his leg from folding underneath him, but quick enough to make sure he doesnāt injure anything else. dongmin feels sick, like heās about to throw up, but he canāt ā not now, not when bin is screaming in pain, cut off abruptly by coughing and ā merlin, is that blood ā dongminās stomach churns.
heās sobbing out his boyfriendās name, scrubbing at his face and he stumbles over to fall to his knees next to his fallen love, a hand immediately going to binās, the usually warm boyās hand clammy with shock and he feels the otherās fingers twitch in his hold, leaning over his boyfriendās face to meet chocolate eyes hazy with pain, wide with fear as bin gasps in short little breaths. binās lips form familiar shapes, his name ā minnie ā but nothing comes out except a little gurgle and blood, burbling from his lips, and dongmin feels bile rise up in his throat again, swallowing it down forcefully as he forces a smile onto his face. āiām h-here, binnie, donāt... donāt w-worry, iām right here... y-youāre going to be fine...ā heās trying to convince himself of those words as he says them, but binās eyes are so full of trust even through the agony that he must be in, and dongmin almost hurts to see it.
they touch his side and binās eyes flutter as he gasps in pain, and dongmin leans over him more, a hand coming up to stroke his cheek gently, soothing him even as the healer in attendance eases his jersey up. dongmin turns slightly to look and he wishes he hadnāt. the usually perfect expanse of skin is mottled with heavy bruising, purple and red and black, and dongmin knows what that means. heavy internal bleeding, and the thought of that makes him feel even more ill, especially as his boyfriend cries out weakly in obvious agony, even dongminās hand on his face not enough to soothe him.
itās almost a mercy when the healer levitates bin up into the air, the younger boyās struggle to breathe evident, and the movement must shift something because binās hand goes limp in dongminās. dongmin feels guilty but heās almost relieved that bin is unconscious ā at least it means that bin isnāt awake to hurt anymore. the thought of what else it means causes the tears to flood down his face, obscuring his vision even as he stumbles along with the healer to keep ahold of binās hand. it means that his boyfriend, his love, the one who has such a high pain tolerance after all the injuries heād suffered during his many years of athleticism, is in so much pain that he hadnāt been able to bear it anymore. even though logically he knows that bin will be just fine ā magic is pretty amazing and dongmin knows it full well ā itās hard to tell his anxiety that when nothing but the worst scenarios are tearing through his mind.
he doesnāt really remember how he winds up in the waiting room of st. mungoās, but their families join them at some point. taekwoon and hyuna come to him as soon as they see him, and hyuna cups his face in her hands, a small but sad smile on her face and she murmurs gently, ādonāt you worry, dongmin, binnie is strong and heāll be just fine.ā she pulls him into a hug and he melts into it for a bit, pulling away after a short while, wanting to be strong for his boyfriend and also for their families.
taekwoon adds quietly from next to his wife, āiāve seen worse injuries than this, and every one of them is fine. donāt worry, dongmin.ā dongmin has to admit that itās a little more reassuring coming from taekwoon, as another professional quidditch player, and he sniffles a bit, not wanting to cry more. he feels like his boyfriend has been under the healersā care for hours but he doesnāt know how long itās actually been.
itās when hakyeon comes bustling in, bomi at his side, that dongmin feels the tears well up again, the older male booking it right for his brother. hakyeon has always been the strong one, and dongmin throws himself into hakyeonās waiting arms, the tears flowing against his will. hakyeon holds him close, soothing him in the way he knows best, and dongmin gasps out broken little fears and all of his worries, cradled in hakyeonās arms like he had been as a child. thereās something so safe about hakyeon holding him, and when dongmin sits up again, he feels calmer.
one of the healers comes out not too long after, spotting dongmin and she smiles down at the obviously worried male, fingers playing with the hem of the matching jersey. āyouāre with joshua moon, right? heās doing just fine. everything is healed up and you can go see him now. heās asleep right now but heāll probably wake up soon. he had several broken ribs, one of which punctured his lung, so heāll probably be a little tender there and might have some shortness of breath over the next week. his leg was also broken, but that was fairly clean and an easy fix. iād still recommend that he gives it a few days to rest. he should take it easy for a week or two, and no practice for two weeks.ā dongminās nodding the instant she says binās name and relief floods through him when he hears that his boyfriend is okay, slumping against hakyeon, who pays attention to the list of injuries, just in case his younger brother is too relieved to process everything. but dongmin is listening carefully, thanking the healer breathlessly and he stands up, glancing down at their waiting families, relief etched on all of their faces. the relief on binās motherās face is almost palpable, but she gestures for dongmin to go ahead first.
bin is sleeping when dongmin walks into the hospital room, immediately taking a seat next to the younger male, taking binās now-warm hand in his own. his boyfriend looks like heās just sleeping, the blankets pulled up to his chest, all visible parts of his body free of bruising, blood, and bandages. it sets dongminās anxiety at ease, but only partially -- he thinks he wonāt feel better until bin is awake and talking again, but at least the younger male looks peaceful now.
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he comes back to awareness slowly, disoriented, warmth around his hand and a sore kind of tenderness in his chest. he groans a little, the noise soft and barely there, but itās enough for the grip on his hand to tighten and for his boyfriendās face to come into his field of vision. ābinnie?ā the older maleās voice is clearly worried and he makes a soft sound, trying to figure out exactly what had happened, his eyes fixing on dongminās face.
āminnie,ā he whispers in reply and dongminās face crumples in relief. binās forehead furrows in confusion and his voice is hoarse when it comes out, dry. āi... what.... happened?ā he mumbles and dongmin doesnāt answer him right away, carefully helping him sit up and feeding a straw between his lips. he drinks hungrily, throat dry and the water soothes it, and itās only after he has water in him that dongmin speaks again.
āyou were hurt,ā and the former ravenclawās voice is pained, ādo you remember?ā bin is about to shake his head before the phantom pain in his ribs aches and he exhales softly, his eyes widening.
āoh, i... i fell.ā his voice is soft and he frowns a little bit. āmy chest...?ā he asks and his voice is uncertain, frowning softly to himself and he rubs at his eyes. dongmin nods, his eyes a little haunted, remembering how the other had looked lying there on the ground, gasping in pain, and he thinks ruefully that itās something heāll have nightmares about.
āyou had several broken ribs, one of which punctured your lung, and a broken leg,ā he recites from memory, his voice weak with relief, āthe healers said you need to take it easy and no practice for two weeks.ā bin takes in all the information, nodding slowly, and he turns to dongmin quietly.Ā
āiām sorry,ā he murmurs to his boyfriend and heās still really fuzzy on the details of what had happened, remembering pain and more pain and agony. dongminās eyebrows furrow together at the apology.Ā
āitās not yourĀ fault,ā dongmin sighs and his expression is exceptionally displeased.Ā āyou didnāt fall, per say ā that... that stupid!ā his voice is unusually venomous and angry, frowning heavily.Ā āhe hitĀ you!ā bin has to admit that this attitude, while entirely uncharacteristic of his usually gentle and placid boyfriend, is very amusing to him, and he coughs out a soft little laugh, his eyes crinkling up and he thinks that overall, magic is great. what might have taken him weeks, months even, to recover from, is all healed up and all he has are the muscle twinges and pains that will dissipate with just a bit of time.Ā
āi donāt really remember much,ā he admits with a soft little sigh.Ā āi just remember it hurting... and not much outside of that.ā the former ravenclawās lips press together at that and itās clear he doesnāt like the thought of his boyfriend in pain, but both of them are undeniably grateful that it hadnāt been more serious.Ā
āhe was suspended!ā dongmin suddenly remembers.Ā āsuspended for the rest of the season, taekwoon hyung said, and your team won. everyone was distracted for a while until they took you off the pitch. taekwoon hyung said that right after all the chaos, your seeker found the snitch and you beat them by over 300 points.ā the older maleās voice is smug, pleased that his boyfriendās injuries had found some kind of justice, and bin canāt help but smile at the otherās words and expression. itās all too clear to him that taekwoon had literally dictated a good deal of information at the other, and dongmin had regurgitated it, often necessary when it came to quidditch.Ā
even after five years together and numerous professional interviews, dongmin amazingly still didnāt really understand the concepts of quidditch. bin finds it endearing more than anything else, not really offended ā he canāt be, after dongmin has admitted multiple times that all of his attention is only ever focused on one joshua moon.Ā
he canāt help it as a little yawn tears itself from his mouth and he winces afterwards, the action having stretched his tender chest, and dongmin immediately jerks to his feet.Ā āgo back to sleep, binnie, and we can go home afterwards.ā his voice is soft as he tucks the blankets back around his boyfriend, and bin sinks into the pillows gratefully.Ā
ā... kay,ā he agrees softly and itās a testament to how exhausted he must be, even after the magical healing, that he doesnāt even protest.Ā ālove you...ā he whispers and his chocolate eyes are already drooping heavily, sleepy and tired.Ā
āi love you too, binnie,ā dongminās voice is so soft, a hand reaching out to brush binās soft blond hair, now clean and a little damp, out of his face.Ā āsleep well.ā











