*chrysoprase

Moon Hoseok nineteen. student. gamer. selective mute. part-time human being.

[wysaeran-blog]

ℌ𝔓 𝔄𝔲 || ℌ𝔬𝔰𝔞𝔢𝔨

Snow wasn’t new, no, but this snow felt it.

They lay across the ground, thin body frozen as they gazed up at the canopy of the trees above. One arm strewn across their uniform-clad chest, the other outstretched, wrist bent upwards to the sky as thin digits balanced a blatantly against the rules cigarette.

Saeran knew how they would look if one were to come across them this way, but right then they couldn’t bring themselves to care. The snow that bit through their clothes, bare legs certainly beyond burning as the dress code breaking skirt rode up, all of that was long forgotten as they brought the nicotine back towards their chapped lips.

A deep inhale that had their eyes fluttering closed.

Saeran wasn’t sure how long it had been since they were able to have a moment like this. With the trip and everything else going on it was so difficult. And with the growing need for something to curb the constant stress that they felt, their hands often shook. Today the shakes had become unbearable. Saeran just needed a cigarette. If someone caught him…

Well…

At that point, he was beyond caring. Hogwarts wasn’t any more fantastical then their own school, and he personally didn’t understand the hype. The only difference was the accents were just a tad bit more unbearable. Saeran was, however, particularly interested in the forest that lay within walking distance of where they froze. It had been beaten into the students not to delve into the woods, but Saeran was curious.

As eyes opened, hoping to catch a glimpse of a creature that might live within the greenery, they were instead met with a familiar form looming over them.

The cigarette placed between their lips as they pushed their body into a sitting positioned, shaking their hair just a touch to rid it of any clinging snow.

“So, how are we liking the fancy euro school?” He asked, holding the contraband between their teeth. @wyhoseok

[wyhoseok]

Hoseok had been looking for his friend for a while now, slowly beginning to lose hope that he would find them. The grounds of Hogwarts were massive and without owls it was impossible to communicate. And though the brunet liked to believe that the two of them were close enough to have some sort of telepathic connection at this point, that wasn’t an actual thing. ‘I’ll probably be outside’ had been vague and despite things being slightly easier to spot in the white snow that covered his surroundings, he’d been walking for a good while before his gaze fell on the figure lying in the snow.

The boy hesitantly moved closer -- knowing fully well that in an unfamiliar place like this, anything could be dangerous. But then he caught sight of the familiar colors of the Ilvermorny robes and soon after the pale legs that stuck out underneath a skirt. A soft smile of fondness tugged at the corners of his lips, though he also couldn’t help but worry. They looked peaceful but cold. He was about to speak up when Saeran’s eyes opened, causing Hoseok to let out a soft breath of relief.

He was a soft person and despite knowing his best friend was semi capable of taking care of themself, the male couldn’t help but try and look after them. Seeing Saeran lying in the freezing cold, especially in a skirt that barely covered their legs, made him anxious.

“You’re going to get frostbite or something...” He muttered in his quiet voice, ignoring the other’s question and shrugging his robe off to drape it over Saeran’s lap. His uniform wasn’t exactly made for the cold, but that didn’t stop him from kneeling down and tucking the robe around his friend’s legs.

His eyes briefly met his friend’s, his brows furrowed. “I know you’re trying to hide that,” He gave a nod in the direction of the cigarette. “But I’d appreciate it if you could at least take some responsibility for your health. Less snow angels, more quality time by a fireplace with your cute best friend.” Hoseok grinned softly. “Now stop making me mother you, you brat.”

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someone: hi :)

me, trying desperately to figure out whether they’re talking to me out of pity, out of obligation, or ridiculing me: please don’t

[wyhoseok]

wyfellx‌:

❝　Beginning of November you say? Then that means we are in the clear now,　❞ Felix says resolutely. He returns Hoseok’s smile with a big grin of his own in reassurance && then goes back to his movie hunting. He had definitely overthought about it before by himself. Questions had been popped once but the response bu his friends had been so different that Felix had decided there was probably no right answer.

But still. Do you think it would be rude to start the Christmas mood too early? If shops were to begin selling starting in early November should we not follow it? I suppose there’s also Pepero day to think of. All these possible scenarios but no right answer at all.

❝　This is perfect then,　❞ Felix states. He notices how Hoseok averts his eyes, a common habit he’s long come to checklist yes, but he takes the other’s words as a positive sign that this may be the one. Or it might not be once they start watching since anybody’s point of view can change in seconds. Or minutes. Hopefully hours, but he’s also the picky sort of person.

Pressing play for the first movie, Felix shuffles back to where Hoseok is && makes himself comfortable. He pats the other boy a few times in comfort. Then he continues the speech he’s left off in order to begin the movie. ❝　I heard they were good. We will have to see. Together, since it is my first time too. But I have heard that it is very comical.　❞

Hoseok’s smile turns slightly less forced when it’s returned to him, a slight blush decorating his cheeks as he hugs his knees to his chest. He doesn’t really have a strong opinion on when it’s okay to start putting up a Christmas tree or listen to Christmas songs or watch Christmas movies. All he knows is that he has the urge to roll his eyes if it’s before December has even started. But he doesn’t, because he hates judging people he doesn’t know. Perhaps they’re in a dark time in their lives and need the holiday cheer to hurry and make them smile.

He gives a small nod. The boy hates he’s still this nervous around someone he considers a friend, but it’s like the tension never leaves his body. So he awkwardly tries to make himself as small as possible and doesn’t speak much. Which in turn makes him feel like an awful person, because he’s just being boring and impolite by being so unresponsive to half the things that are being said to him. It makes him want to slam his fist into a brick wall.

The brunet tries not to flinch away from the touch, eyes widening slightly whilst he forces himself to remain still. His body is too tense to be comfortable and he hates it. “Isn’t-- Isn’t it, you know, not... necessarily a Christmas movie? Um, I mean... It’s sort of Christmas themed, but I don’t think it’s the... the plot?” He frowns at his own words -- they all sound so dumb. “I-- I’m sure it’s good, it’s very pop-popular, right?” He attempts to comfort, pushing his lips up into another nervous smile.

Hoseok looks down at his fuzzy socks -- a present he’s been given by his mother years ago. He’s been wearing them every winter, but sometimes the homesickness hits him hard, especially around the holidays. “Do, um... do you have plans? For... For Christmas, I mean?”

[wyhoseok]

wystardust·:

Stardust wasn’t exactly sure where they had gone. One moment they were moving about the corridors, chatting excitedly with the paintings that lined the walls, the next they were stumbling backward, confusion painting their generally carefree features. The halls were large—vast—and it amazed Star that one could manage to walk into another person when there was so much space to roam. And yet, of course, it would happen.

As their attention finally shifted from their thoughts, Star quickly allowed their hands to stroke down the dark material of their button up shirt, hoping that it hadn’t creased too much. Normally the professor wouldn’t care a bit, but this was a new place filled with new people and it did cause a touch of anxiety to nudge at their lean frame.

It dawned that he had come into contact with an Ilvermorny student, one who maybe was just as lost as the older. A frown formed—not at the student, but at the situation. How was one supposed to help when they themselves were at a standstill. “I’m not sure—how lost are you? Maybe we could ask one of the paintings? Though I’m sure they might be the reason I’m lost myself.” He spoke calmly as he glanced around, looking for anything that might tell them where to go.  

Hoseok’s eyes widened once he recognized the other as professor Choi, his cheeks heating up with embarrassment. It was bad enough that he was lost, but it was even worse that he had managed to walk into someone who knew him and he’d have to face for the rest of his time at Ilvermorny. He bit into his lower lip, anxiously continuing to pick at his sleeve and shifting on his legs as the other spoke. “The-- The pain-paintings, professor?” How could he forget that the paintings could talk to him? It was his third year at Ilvermorny and he still wasn’t used to these things. Pathetic.

He didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse that the other was lost as well -- it made him feel slightly less incompetent, but it didn’t help him find his way back to his classmates, either. “Are-- Are there, um, different degrees of being lost, professor?” He then quietly asked whilst he wrapped his arms around himself, gaze firmly locked on his feet so he could pretend the older couldn’t see the blush on his face, his messy bangs covering his eyes. “I, um... Can I... stay with you?” His voice was barely audible and he hated how small he felt. But this castle was gigantic and he felt a lot safer with a familiar adult around.

[wyhoseok]

wymoonlian·:

The boy didn’t say very much, but the few words he spoke left Lian curious, especially when his cheeks were flushed. Had she done something? Was he thinking about something? Was he ill? A million thoughts ran through her mind, but a part of her thought that he was likely shy, since he hadn’t been making eye contact with her either.

“It is!” she confirmed, trying not to come off too strongly and scare the boy. “It’s nearby, totally within walking distance and they have lots of great good,” she told him. It was her first year going to Hogsmeade too, and Lian kept going back again and again. 

When he told her his name, a smile appeared on her face. “Well, would you look at that?” she chuckled. “It’s like we were meant to meet, fellow Moon Family,” she joked, taking his hand and squeezing it gently. “Well hey, I think we have a pretty great surname, don’t you? And it suits our names well. Did you want to go to Hogsmeade? I was going to go, I’ve been thinking about their butterbeer. There’s also a sweets shop there, that’s always popular too. I’m not sure if you’re much of a sweets person or not.”

“Oh...” Hoseok knew he didn’t sound as enthusiastic as the stranger probably hoped to see, but his anxiety prevented him from being able to be too vocal and expressive, his face generally more stoic than anything else. He worried that people thought he was being rude or uninterested, because he really was eager to learn and explore, but he was too timid to show it. He almost apologized, feeling guilty for being so discouraging in his responses. Clearly the other was trying to hype up the town and Hoseok knew he was ruining that.

The brunet bit his lip as she squeezed his hand, managing a shy smile. “I... I guess.” He was still recovering from his own little outburst of joking, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Despite trying really hard to be the social butterfly he wished he was, he continued to trip and fall. Maybe he was bound to remain a caterpillar, awkwardly crawling around and trying not to get eaten by birds.

“Um, I-- I’d like to go.” He really didn’t, but he was too scared to say no. Besides, it wasn’t like he didn’t want to see Hogsmeade, but he was nervous about going somewhere with someone he’d only just met. Not because he didn’t trust Lian, but because he considered himself the worst company in the world. “I mean, um, if it’s... no bother...” He nervously fidgeted with his sleeve again. “I... I don’t really eat s-sweets, but... I want to try the, um, but-butterbeer if... if that’s allowed. I, um, I haven’t got a lot of money, but...” He awkwardly trailed off, not sure what he was trying to say.

[wyhoseok]

wymoonlian·:

The way the boy looked at her and the way he spoke was endearing. It made Lian suddenly want to protect him and take care of him and be his buddy at Hogwarts while he was here and who knows? When summer came around, they could send each other owls. Lian’s mind was working quickly, thinking about the future and she had to snap herself out of it to realize he had spoken. 

“No, no, you’re not trespassing!” she reassured him. “The parts you’re not supposed to go to are usually magically sealed or guarded, so you would know you’re somewhere you’re not supposed to be by that, so you’re good.”

At the mention of his classmates, Lian looked around, as though they would suddenly pop up, but no one was around. She looked back at him again. “Mm…my favourite? The library is always nice…I also like going over to the lake, there’s a nice space there for studying in the warmer weather but it’s kind of cold now…Hogsmeade is nice this time of year though! Have you been?” she asked. “Oh! Before I get too carried away, I’m Lian. Moon Lian. It’s nice to meet you.”

Hoseok let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding when the stranger assured him that he wasn’t doing anything against the rules. The boy managed to push his lips up into a nervous smile, though he continued to nervously pick at his sleeves, eyes fixed onto his hands. He felt rude for not being able to maintain eye contact for longer than half a second, but it made him really self conscious. He just hoped no one would get mad at him.

He chewed on his lower lip, listening as she listed her favorite places. Back at Ilvermorny, the library was probably his favorite spot as well. It was quiet and he didn’t feel out of place when he was surrounded by books. It was also a nice distraction from not having a functioning phone or internet access, but magic sometimes just wasn’t enough to keep him busy when he isolated himself. 

“I-- I haven’t been.” He admitted quietly, feeling his cheeks flush. He’d suggested it to Saeran, but his friend hadn’t been very excited to go out and explore and he was too scared to go alone. “It’s, um, it’s the town, right?” He added, despite already knowing the answer. Could it hurt to make sure he wasn’t wrong, though? He didn’t want to end up saying something stupid later. His eyes widened slightly when the other introduced herself and felt his lips curl up into a more genuine smile as he shyly held out his hand. “Moon Hoseok,” He said with his amused grin. “The curse of Korean surnames, I assume.”

[wyhoseok]

wyinsu·:

 “Whoah.” In-su flattens a palm on the boy’s chest to ease him back. With the swarm of Mahoutokoro and Ilvermorny students this isn’t the first lost stranger In-su’s encountered. His smile is friendly, open, but his words are thick with mischief. “First rule of Hogwarts–don’t wander around by yourself. There’s plenty of stuff that’ll kill you here, you know? Didn’t you get the flier?” With such a willing, gullible audience In-su can’t help himself. Keeps going as he takes full advantage, leaning in and hushing, “We already lost a kid from Mahoutokoro to the Hungarian Horntail our headmaster keeps on the third floor. Didn’t you hear?”

He tucks both hands into his robes. Rocks back on his heels and tips his head, considering. “How much galleons are in those pockets? Maps don’t come cheap, you know.“

Hoseok tries not to flinch when the hand is pressed against his chest, his eyes wide. No one else is supposed to touch him like that. The words ring in his head and he takes a couple steps backwards, though he’s careful not to bump into anyone else. He’s already reached his limit on interactions for the day, but it’s not like he can wiggle himself out of this situation without feeling like a horrible person. “F-Flyer?” He stammers. He really hasn’t seen anything like that, but he’s used to being overlooked and forgotten by teachers and classmates alike, so it wouldn’t surprise him if he just missed out.

His brows furrow behind messy brunet bangs. “Why-- Why would there be a dragon in the castle?” He dares to ask, lips pursed slightly as he tilts his head. He may be young and a little naive, but does he really want to believe that these people are keeping dragons within their school? He’s quite sure that would be considered abuse. Not that it’s any of his business, but he’s having serious doubts about the story. Despite being very intimidated by everything and everyone, he’s beginning to feel like this guy is trying to mess with him.

Hoseok stiffens at the question about the money, eyes narrowing for a split second before he takes another step back. “It’s-- It’s fine, I’m-- I don’t need a map.” He decides, though he knows it’s clear that this is him admitting he doesn’t have the money to afford one. His cheeks are burning and he scratches at his hand to distract himself from his own anxiety that continues to build up. “I’m sorry for... bothering you.” He then chokes out.

[wyhoseok]

wykenji·:

“Yes, seven,” he confirms with a nod. “They’re all huddled together, right next to the castle. Technically you can access them through the castle, too, but I don’t mind the walk. The nature around here is just beautiful, don’t you think?” He’s aware he’s rambling, and he’s not quite sure if the other even cares — he certainly didn’t ask, but Kenji can’t help getting a little too excited about anything that has with Herbology to do. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Hoseok,” he says with a cheerful smile. The boy seems nervous, very much so; his words barely audible for Kenji to hear. He hopes he comes across as friendly enough that the boy can feel less nervous. 

At the mention of the younger’s house, Kenji frowns. “Pukwudgie?” He has to admit, he’s not familiar enough with the American school to know what the different houses entail. Sure, he might’ve heard their names once or twice, but other than that, he doesn’t know much. “What does your house represent?” he questions, curious to find out. 

He nods. “We’ve learned about healing properties of plants, as well, but it hasn’t been a main focus.” Herbology lessons at Hogwarts had mostly focused on the magical properties of each plant, but Kenji is definitely interested in their healing abilities. “A writer? That’s cool. What would you want to write about?” 

Hoseok just nods, allowing Kenji to speak while he just listens. It’s what he’s good at -- being quiet and paying attention, soaking in the information he’s given and occasionally giving an indication he’s still listening. It’s easier than forcing himself to talk, to pretend he has anything of value to add to the conversation. He doesn’t allow himself to share any of his ideas or interests out of fear of sounding ridiculous, instead letting others carry the few social interactions he gets with people. It’s not ideal, but it’s better than nothing, even if it just makes him feel useless and stupid.

He offers a shy smile and a nod, which is more than he can usually bring himself to give people. His general expression is somewhere between stoic and pure anxiety, though looking emotionless is what he prefers. It’s less likely to have people pick on him when he seems uninterested and unapproachable. Kids are cruel and he knows that once they pick up on his shyness, they’ll rip him to shreds. The only reason he’s still moderately functioning is because Saeran has taken him under their wing and his classmates seem worried enough about getting jinxed by his best friend to leave him alone when the two are together.

“It’s-- Ah, it’s... um...” He stammers at the question, feeling his face burning. “It... represents the heart...” He then awkwardly mutters. It sounds so stupid when he says it out loud. “It’s sup-supposed to favor healers...” Hoseok continues, still fumbling with his sleeves. He wants to add that that’s why his future is more or less planned out; why he wants to do well and focus on Herbology and healing charms. It’s not a bad career path and the world always needs more Healers. But he keeps quiet -- he’s never been one to ramble, not even when it’s on topic. He doesn’t want to waste people’s time. None of it matters enough to say out loud.

He nods again at Kenji’s response. He’s only a third year student and is still learning many different properties of plants as well, but he’s already discovered he has more talent for healing than anything else and though he knows it’s important to learn everything, he doesn’t always see the purpose. Unless the plant in question is poisonous, perhaps. Hoseok chews on his lower lip, already regretting mentioning he wants to write. “Just... stuff. I-- I don’t know. Maybe about... ev-everything I’ve learned. Um... Just... things...”

He knows what he wants to write about; he wants to write about his experiences, wants to provide some sort of manual for other No-Maj-borns or perhaps just equally anxious students who struggle to perform due to their inability to cast spells in front of the rest of their class. He’s determined to learn and hopefully get to guide others like him through their school years. Or maybe he wants to create an updated collection of healing spells and potions, perhaps experiment and create his own. The possibilities are endless with magic.

But he’s embarrassed and doesn’t know how to put these ideas into words. Not without sounding stupid. That’s what he constantly worries about -- saying the wrong things and having people judge him. So he acts like it doesn’t matter, like he doesn’t know or like he’s still working things out before being certain. It’s less shameful to play dumb than to have someone judge his ideas.

“Do, um... do you know what you want to do?”

[wyhoseok]

wycheolsu·:

Cheolsu turns. Tips his chin down and regards the exchange student with a critical eye that drags down the color of his robes (Pukwudgie), distracted by the fingers that catch and tangle on the sleeves. The boy doesn’t wear his anxiety well. It’s visible in his hands, the nervous dart of tongue and the way his words stumble clumsily that Cheolsu sharply raises a hand to shush him–tired of the embarrassing display.

“We haven’t met. Professor Bang.” He doesn’t offer his hand. It’s never been a habit for him to touch those he teaches, and he refuses to make concessions for these exchange students either. “We’re not seeking to turn a profit from our guests. If you need a map? Just ask.”

Hoseok feels small underneath the gaze of the professor; he’s all too familiar with the look he’s getting. Disappointment, frustration, judgement. It’s hard to name, but he can feel it. The raised hand successfully shuts him up, his dark brown eyes widening before he averts his gaze. His jaw clenches slightly, blunt nails digging into his palms as he turns his hands into fists. He can feel the nausea bubbling up, his throat feeling too tight. Pathetic.

The brunet swallows hard, ashamed of the blush that colors his cheeks whilst he continues to stare down at his feet. He wants to respond and politely ask for either a map or directions, but his head is too loud, the slight bustling of students around him overwhelming him in a sensory overload. It’s then that he wants to apologize, but words remain stuck in his throat as tears threaten to well up in his eyes. So he clenches his fists tighter and forces himself to shake his head, his body visibly trembling whilst he’s mentally screaming at himself to just stop.

[cruzfucker]

third base is me asking if you hate me

[anniefyncanhappen-deactivated20]

Courtesy of the Deadlock Gang.

It wasn’t a hard work to stay up until late and start her new Twitch streaming. Since the release of the new hero called Ashe, she has been done a pause with Hearthstone, at least until they release the new expansion that would come in mid December. In other hand, she was still learning how to use Ashe, and her viewers were requesting a few tips and such as the game proceed.

As the matches goes by, the team composition was changing. The teammates changed as the composition were changing. Not too many different as usual. Sometimes she even plays with her spectators. She could notice that someone never left from her team since beginning and she decided to give a look on his career profile. “Oh my gosh!” She explained as she was expressing her surprise. “No wonder he’s good… Look at @wyhoseok ranking.” She was aware that he could be listening since her mic was on, which she forgot to mute and got embarrassed when she saw her icon displaying in the voice chat. It was too late to regret and too early to facepalm herself while reading the Twitch comments.

[wyhoseok]

Overwatch. It was one of the few things that kept him sane these days. Between college and his ongoing self-isolation, Hoseok needed something that made him feel as if he wasn’t completely alone and invisible. Gaming happened to be something he was somewhat decent at (and maybe he was being modest) and also something he’d always been interested in. Though his mother would disapprove of the more violent games, his father would occasionally buy him new things to try out. It started off with simple educational games and puzzle games. Then the more challenging single-player games. He didn’t know how many theme parks he’d built in his lifetime, but it had to be a lot.

He actually hadn’t gotten into MMO games until about two years ago. After moving in with his foster family, he had struggled to keep himself distracted from the constant anxiety and worries -- books didn’t quite help anymore. He’d been nervous about playing online, but that was where Twitch had come in. After sharing his worries with a community, people encouraged him to give it a try and even gifted him a copy of the game, just about forcing him to play it. And he loved it; despite the occasional bad teammates or the toxic chat.

Though he hadn’t meant to linger in this streamer’s team for too long, no one seemed to particularly mind him sticking around. A few people had even given him praises through the text chat, which had given him a major confidence boost. But it wasn’t until he heard his name ring though his headphones that he found himself blushing furiously, hesitating with his fingers above his keyboard before he dared to respond through the Twitch chat.

Chrysoprase: Thank you ㅋㅋㅋ It means a lot Chrysoprase: I was also lurking in your stream, sorry ;;;;; Chrysoprase: I appreciate you let me play with you for so long, but other people can take my place if they want? I don’t want to hog a spot on your team for hours lol

[wyhoseok]

wyelijah·:

It didn’t take long for the sound of the car door opening to fill his ears - along with that soft voice he came to enjoy. Hoseok was a special friend to the male, and Elijah found great comfort in his presence. Peace almost. Dark hues opened to glance at him, a smile spreading across his features, however, you could see the tiredness in his features due to overwork at the studio. “You know its no problem ‘seok-ah. Sorry, I couldn’t pick you up sooner, work just never seems to finish. But I decided to take a break for the day, maybe I might take a small vacation too.” The male teased, it was no secret the elder enjoyed to work, so much so he often forgot to enjoy life. 

“Work is fine, just project after project you know. What about you? Studying hard I hope, you know if you need any help your hyung here might be of assistance.” the statement was followed by a chuckle as he put the car into drive. His question prompted Elijah to turn down the heat letting out a small chuckle. “Ah you know me, I worry too much about you kids - so I try to make things a bit extra.”His laugh grew as he began to drive, “Ah put your seat belt on, we don’t want you hurt. Also, what would you like to eat? Anything you want. My treat.”

“You should take care of yourself, hyung.” Hoseok quietly replied, hoping he wasn’t overstepping with the elder. “You work a lot.” He didn’t want to point out that the other male seemed exhausted, but it was hard to miss the dark circles under Elijah’s eyes. “I think a vacation would be good. Especially for the holidays.” He offered what he hoped looked like an encouraging smile, despite the rapid beating of his heart. He then reached for the seat belt and carefully fastened it. Cars made him a bit nervous, but so did most things in life and it was better than having to take the bus to the Woo residence.

“School is okay. Um, I just have to read books and write papers on them, really. Study author biographies, stuff like that.” He tried to shrug it off. Being a literature student wasn’t easy, but it allowed him to be surrounded by books all the time and he enjoyed reading the classics. The brunet’s stomach grumbled loudly at the mention of food and he felt his cheeks flush. “Oh, um, I don’t know...” He felt so useless and stupid -- who didn’t know what they wanted to eat? But at questions like these, his mind just tended to blank completely and any ideas that might come up just seemed embarrassing. “I’ll, um, I’ll have whatever you’re having.” He then muttered.

[wyhoseok]

chrysalism

[wyhoseok]

wyroy·:

❝Go ahead. Get comfortable.❞ In a hush sound he urged the teenage boy into settling in. There was no need for hesitance, not in Roy’s mind anyway. Such a thing was far too limiting; He was all too familiar with it, and seeing the younger struggle now he wondered if he himself appeared similarly. Some flowers open toward the sun, others only come out to greet the moon. So what were they? Forever shrinking perhaps; Masked behind petals blushing and lonely.

❝Don’t apologize. It’s not necessary.. I’ll be just a minute.❞ Low. His words swept so subtle. With all the damage to his airways, the voice he carried never rang strong enough to fill the room. In gentle time, he took no rush in placing his mug on the front counter then disappearing through a curtain toward the back. It didn’t take him long to prepare it, bringing back a tray that carried the ceramic teapot, sugar, honey, lemon, and individually wrapped candies.

❝Chin up. The floors need sweeping– maybe pretend you don’t see the mess. ❞ A light-hearted expression graced soft features, his half measure attempt at encouraging a down-facing flower to change it’s ways. As if it would ever be so easy. In a smooth motion he placed a cup in front of the boy, one white and painted with a red-crowned crane, then filling it with amber-colored tea as he handled the teapot in an attentive manner. Silence rained between them and anxiety looped in the florist’s head: You’re not good at this. Conversation never flowed easy for him and he quietly blamed himself for the awkward behavior the teenager displayed. He might’ve made it worse with his mistake, ❝ Is today a holiday? When I was in high school I only got out this early with a doctor’s note. ❞

He was grateful for the gentle approach, the other’s voice quiet so it didn’t startle him or made him feel unwanted. Though he felt bad for his constant apologizing, he almost did it again, only just able to bite down into his lip and keep quiet. Instead he managed a shy nod, placing his hands between his thighs to stop himself from fidgeting. The rain was still steadily coming down, pattering against the windows. Despite the unfamiliar surroundings, it gave him a sense of comfort, especially with the plants around him. Like an indoor rain forest. But dry. He frowned at his own thoughts.

Hoseok managed a weak smile at the other’s joke and forced himself to lift his head slightly. He had the habit of trying to make himself as small as he could manage, always shrinking in his spot to try and take up less space. To disappear from judgmental eyes. “Thank you...” He breathed out again, slowly moving his hands back up onto the table and tugging his sleeves over them so he could carefully wrap them around the cup. He barely dared to touch the porcelain, however, feeling like it was too pretty. It looked too breakable. And despite always being exceptionally careful with everything, he still couldn’t help but worry.

At the question, he blinked slowly, at first assuming that maybe it was another joke. Then he felt his cheeks flush a hot red and averted his gaze back to the table. “I-- Ah... I’m in college, actually.” He shyly corrected, picking up the cup of tea even though it was definitely still too hot to drink. Again, he just needed something to keep his hands busy. “I, um... I only had one class today.” He then continued, still avoiding the other’s eyes, despite his head screaming at him that he was being rude. “It’s okay, though. I mean, um, I’m nineteen, so... It happens. The- The confusion, I mean.”

[wyhoseok]

wykaederiino·:

“This uniform— sometimes— is such a hassle.” Riino sighed as she fixing her obi, dark blue/with faint gold threads sparkles as the sun light hit the fabric. Mahoutokoro students are known with their kimono-like uniform (not really like the traditional kimono; which mostly used when there’s a special occasion only), and this day, is one of those ‘bad uniform day’ for her. After a few struggles tightening the golden ribbon that holds her uniform’s obi, Riino set straight to explore more about Hogwarts. Juno, her tuxedo cat keeps meow-ing at her, impatient until decided to wander off alone. “Eeeh! Juno!” Riino dashes to chase the running Juno, mentally reminding herself that running in this kind of uniform is such a trouble. She saw Juno stopped in a corner, so she gently picked him up, “Juno! Don’t ever run on your—“ and almost run into someone right in front of her. She jumped in shock, almost dropping Juno from her arms.

“Oh. Hello.” Riino quickly bowed at him, he looks lost— and not from Hogwarts, she thought. Even though her English skill is limited, but at least, she can converse little by little. “Uh, map?” Speaking of maps, Riino didn’t get one as well. “I can, uh, ask sensei, for map..?” She said, didn’t even know whether this makes any sense to him or not. “You explore? I too.” She smiled, even though he couldn’t look into her eyes, and Juno meowed softly. “Let’s go see sensei and get a map?” Riino asked, hoping that he’d join her to explore Hogwarts; with a help from a map soon.

His eyes first fell onto the cat, then briefly roamed over the stranger’s unusual attire. Embarrassingly enough, it took him a moment to piece everything together and realize he’d very nearly ran straight into a Mahoutokoro student. “Oh...” He breathed out, feeling the apples of his cheeks heating up. Sensei? Was she talking about a teacher? The brunet briefly chewed his lip, trying his hardest to focus on understanding what she was saying. His Japanese knowledge (courtesy of hours of anime) was a bit rusty due to all the changes in his life and he wasn’t entirely confident enough to try and communicate in a language he wasn’t fluent in.

Hoseok did manage an awkward bow and pushed his lips up into a nervous smile. “Ah... Hajimemashite...?” His words sounded more like a question than anything else, but he was trying his hardest to be polite and accommodating, as it seemed clear that the young woman was struggling with English. “I like your... cat. Ah... Kawaii... Neko...” He blushed harder and nervously tugged at his sleeves, keeping his gaze on the animal as it was easier to focus on the cat than look the girl in the eyes. “I, um...” He frowned. “Watashi wa.... Hoseok... desu...?” Again, it sounded more like a question due to his lack of confidence. “Gomen, my- my Japanese is bad...”

[wyhoseok]

wymoonlian·:

It didn’t matter how long Lian had been a student at Hogwarts, she could never get tired of her surroundings. Every day was an adventure and there was always something new to find. Today wasn’t any different, despite that Lian had just spend hours in the library. The only difference was that there wasn’t just Hogwarts students there, but the other two schools who were also there for the Triwizard Tournament. It was both strange and exciting to see all the new faces, and Lian caught herself watching the other schools, seeing how much they were similar and different than her own.

 Lian was thinking about this as she turned a corner and just narrowly missed bumping into someone. She looked over to see an unfamiliar face and knew he wasn’t a Hogwarts student based on his words. “A map? Sorry, I don’t think so…” she said with an apologetic smile. “There are…counterfeit ones, but I wouldn’t trust those ones as far as I can throw them. Did you need help getting somewhere? Maybe I can take you?”

Hoseok felt his cheeks burning, already feeling like his question had been stupid. Of course there were no maps for a castle of this size. Especially not a magical one. Despite having been aware of the world of magic for about two and a half years now, he still had to adjust to the concept and feeling. He tended to forget, even when surrounded by magic all day. Most days he still expected to wake up in his bed at home. Or maybe in a hospital. Finding out this had all been a long dream whilst he was in a coma or something. It was just all too good to be true.

But maybe if this was all a dream, he would have been braver; less awkward, less nervous. Was his imagination really big enough to think up something like this, though?

He blinked slowly, realizing he’d been zoning out and the stranger had asked him a question. “O-Oh, um... I-- No, I was just... looking around, um... I hope I’m not tres-trespassing.” He choked out as he fumbled with his sleeves. “It’s... really big.” He then quietly added, mentally slapping himself. “I guess I lost my... classmates.” Not that he was surprised -- no one ever paid much attention to him and it wasn’t the first or last time they’d forgotten about him. “Do you, ah... have a fave-favorite place? Um, if... if you’re not busy.”

[wyhoseok]

wykenji·:

“No need to apologize,” he reassures the younger, a friendly smile on his face. Kenji isn’t exactly sure what the boy is even apologizing for, but figures it’s best to reassure him either way. The last thing he wants is for the other to feel like he’s done something wrong, when that is certainly not the case at all. 

“You’re no bother!” Another reassurance, and it’s true. On the contrary, Kenji had been excited for the Triwizard Tournament to start, interested in seeing the students from the other schools. He is more than happy to be able to show some of them around, especially if he gets to show them the greenhouses he loves so much. “Come on,” he says, gesturing for the boy to follow them as he begins walking again. The two of them fall into step together, walking towards the castle entrance. 

“Yeah, they’re quite big,” he agrees with a nod. “There are actually seven of them. Most of them are used for advanced Herbology classes, which I’m taking.” He beams proudly. While he’s an average student in most classes, Herbology is truly his field of expertise. “I’m Kenji, by the way,” he continues, realizing he has yet to introduce himself. “Do you take Herbology at your school?” he asks, curious about what it’s like at the other schools. He makes a guess at the boy’s school, based on his accent. “You’re from Ilvermorny, right?” 

Hoseok feels his cheeks burning. He knows he’s too apologetic and nervous, but he doesn’t know how to turn it off. It’s like the word ‘sorry’ is programmed to leave his lips every few minutes and there’s no way to delete it. It’s exhausting, however, to always feel like he’s a nuisance to people. Like he’s taking up too much space, too much of their time. He’s tired of feeling so small and invisible, but he also prefers it over being in the spotlight. Still, he pushes himself to follow the other, his steps quiet as he trails behind like a shadow. He just hopes he isn’t being dead weight to the stranger.

“Seven?” He echoes softly, voice cracking slightly. It’s not used to him speaking much and he feels his blush intensifying as embarrassment washes over him. So he decides to be quiet for a moment, letting the other talk. “Hoseok,” His voice is barely audible as he responds, though he manages to push his lips up into a nervous smile, even if his eyes don’t smile along. He nods at the question and then again when he’s asked if he’s from Ilvermorny. Obviously his American accent has given him away.

“I’m, um... in Pukwudgie.” He decides to add, though he worries that the other doesn’t really want to hear anything else about him or will maybe think it’s all stupid. He bites his lip again and pushes himself hard to continue. “We, um... we mainly use plan-plants for healing and... stuff... Ah... med-medicine. I’m... learning about those...” He pauses. “I don’t know if.. if I want to become a Healer yet. Maybe I want to- to be a writer.” He offers another nervous smile, though he’s unable to meet Kenji’s eyes. “But... I don’t want to... dis-disappoint my House.”

[wyhoseok]