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P: Nightwing!Heeseung X Fem!Reader Synopsis: Being a healthcare worker in Gotham, you thought youâd seen it allâuntil a night shift proved you wrong. When a wounded vigilante appears seeking your help, you canât bring yourself to turn him away. But as he keeps coming back, with injuries and charm in equal measure, you realize youâve got more than just a patient on your handsâespecially when his flirtatious persistence begins to blur the lines between duty and desire.
To be released --
P: RedHood!Ni-ki X Fem!!Reader Synopsis: After witnessing a gang's deadly secret, you become their next targetâuntil a stoic red-clad vigilante steps in to protect you. His rules are clear: no names, no attachments, and strictly professional boundaries. But you werenât supposed to look at him like that, and he wasnât supposed to care. But youâre a temptation he wasnât supposed to have.
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P: Batman!Jongseong X Fem!Reader Synopsis: Being Park Jongseongâs assistant isnât the glamorous job everyone thinks it is. Itâs long hours, constant scrambling for excuses while pretending everythingâs fine. Just when you're ready to quit, something unexpected happensâsomething that changes everything, forcing you to reconsider just how far you're willing to go for him.
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P: Moonknight!Sunghoon X Fem!Reader Synopsis: As the museumâs best tour guide, youâve always been able to focus on the exhibitsâbut a quiet gift shop attendant catches your eye far more. Despite keeping your feelings hidden, there's something about him that pulls you in. But heâs hiding secrets far more darker than your pining, and itâs only a matter of time before they unravel.
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P: Beast Boy!Jake X Fem!Reader Synopsis: Being friends with Jake was always a blastâhis energy was infectious, and his jokes never failed to make you laugh. But lately, things havenât been adding up. Heâs acting... strange, like heâs hiding somethingâsometimes you swear you see him change in ways you canât explain. Is he a dog? An elephant? A tiger? Turns out, Jake has far bigger secrets than you ever imagined.
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P: The Flash!Heeseung X Fem!Reader Synopsis: You and Heeseung have always been rivals, constantly trying to outdo each other. But when he lands in the hospital after an accident, you feel something unexpected: worry. Now, heâs avoiding you like the plagueâand heâs faster than ever, almost unnaturally so. The question is, when did everything between you start to change⊠and what exactly happened to him?
To be released --
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P: Killer!Sunghoon X Fem!Reader
Synopsis: You were the most sought-after assistant in the officeânot just for your efficiency but because you turned heads wherever you went. Every man wanted you by his side to flaunt like a trophy. But only the best got that privilege. So when youâre suddenly assigned to Park Sunghoon, you expect more of the same. Yet, instead of showing you off, he keeps you close, hidden from wandering eyes. What you donât realize is that Sunghoon doesnât want to share. In his mind, he deserves only the bestâand that means keeping you all to himself.
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P: Killer!Heeseung X Fem!Reader
Synopsis: Excited to flip the massive, crumbling mansion you scored at an unbelievable price, you move in with a head full of plans and a toolbox in hand. But the excitement fades when strange sounds echo through the walls and your belongings vanish without a trace. But what you find lurking in the walls isnât a pest infestation but something far more intelligent, and deadly.
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P: Vampire!Sunghoon X Human!Reader
Requested by: @doudouhoon
Synopsis: Life was going smoothlyâgraduation was on the horizon, and your future seemed set. That is, until the new exchange student arrives. Stunningly handsome and impossible to ignore, he quickly leaves you both captivated and uneasy. Soon, strange occurrences follow. Objects move when you're not looking, whispers fill the air, and at night, you swear you see a pair of glowing red eyes and a set of sharp teeth watching you from the shadows.
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P: Mafia!Ni-ki X Agent!Reader
Requested by @simjungwon
Synopsis: As the best agent on the force, capturing the rising mafia boss, Nishimura, should be your greatest triumph. But heâs as slippery as a snake, always staying one step ahead. And the more you chase him, the more unsettling his presence becomes, making you question if you're the one being hunted.
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P: Psychopath!Ni-ki X Therapist!Reader
Requested by @wondash
Synopsis: Being a therapist had its hard days and easy days, depending on the patient you had. Yet, one of them had a peculiar craving⊠a craving for you. Despite his attempts to suppress it, it consumed him entirely. He didnât just want youâhe needed you, and he was willing to do anything to make you his.
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hey love! do you have a wip list by any chance x
Hiiii! I did! But I finished all of the fics except for 2 :) So I should make another one for the future fics đ€
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Heyyyy, this might be too much to ask ^_^ but can you do a heeseung or jay fic based on the song "call out my name" by the weekend pleasereeeeeeeee
where fem!reader and heeseung have a toxic relationship bc of heeseung's constant jealousy and possessiveness, so they get into an argument because of that, mid argument heeseung gets caught up in the heat and adrenaline of the moment and kisses reader and they have make up sex (preferably angry sex) I would really appreciate if you do thisss >~<
Uhhm I'm sorry but as you can see. I don't write smut
on this blog
I've also seen this request on another blog đ€š
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TO BE RELEASED 27TH JANUARY!
Warnings: Office au, Violence, Obsession, Suggestive Content, Needy Behaviour, Pet names, Blood, Choking, Crazy Man in Love, Murder
Synopsis: Jay prided himself on his ability to keep his emotions and impulses in check, even the ones dark enough to ruin his image. But every man has a breaking point, and his was you. You awaken something in himâsomething unstrained and dangerous.
note! this is a teaser for the birthday fic for @ikeuverse :3
âYou believe me, donât you?â he asked softly, almost childlike in tone. His fingers pressed just slightly against your skin, his need for reassurance growing heavier. âTell me you believe me. Tell me you know I did this for you.â
The room seemed to close in, the silence suffocating. But Jayâs breath was steady, his hold firm.
He would wait.
He was patient.
But not forever.
Not with you.
Because now that you knew, now that you had seen this part of him, he couldnât let you go.
And if you didnât say what he needed to hear⊠Well.
Jay could be persuasive.
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GIRL i missed u smmm and ur ffs where are uuuuđŁđŁâi cant live without u and ur ffs pls come backđŁđŁđ
AHH thank you!! ( Ï )
I'm right here! I'm just trying to calm my life down :p But I've been on a creative endeavour lately, so after my break, there will be good stuff! ăœ(ïœÏÂŽ)ïŸ
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Who's ur twice bias pookie?! Mine is jeongyeon and sana :D
Ohh good choices! :3 I love Jihyo and Momo đ«¶
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HI!!! can you do the enhypen prompt 16 and 17 with jay?? thank yoouu
P: Boyfriend!Jay X Fem Reader
Warnings: Suggestive Content, Whipped!Jay, we love a man who begs
note: i had time.. so yeah :) This for all my ladies who wear lacey underwear underneath the baggy clothes àŽŠà”àŽŠàŽż ËÍÌêłËÍÌ )â§
16. "Do you want me to beg? Because I will." 17. "One more taste, and I swear Iâll lose control."
Jay absolutely loved seeing you, no matter the occasion or what you decided to wear. It didnât matter if it was a casual hoodie and jeans, a simple summer dress, or the formal gown you once claimed didnât suit youâit all reminded him of how breathtakingly beautiful you were. And to Jay, there was no arguing against that fact.
He could never understand why you sometimes doubted yourself, saying things like, âI donât feel pretty todayâ or âThis outfit doesnât look good on me.â To him, those words simply didnât make sense. He saw you through a lens tinted with love and admiration, one that made every aspect of you seem flawless. Your beauty wasnât just about how you looked; it was in the way you carried yourself, the way you laughed, the way you treated others with kindness even when you didnât have to.
In Jayâs mind, no other woman in the world could ever compare to you. Sure, there were plenty of beautiful women out there, but they werenât you. You were the one who made him smile just by walking into a room. You were the one who knew him better than he knew himself sometimes, who made him feel safe, valued, and loved. You were the one heâd chosen, and to him, that made you irreplaceable.
There was also a quiet possessiveness about the way he adored you. Not in a controlling or overbearing way, but in the way he took pride in calling you his girlfriend. When he introduced you to his friends or casually mentioned you in conversation, there was always a flicker of pride in his voice. Jay loved showing you off, not because he wanted others to envy him (though, secretly, he didnât mind if they did), but because he couldnât help being proud of the fact that you were his.
And in his heart, Jay already knew he wanted you to be more than his girlfriend one day. He often imagined the moment he would ask you to marry him, rehearsing it in his mind and wondering how you might react. He didnât want to rush youâheâd wait for as long as it took for you to be ready to take that step. But until then, he was more than happy to call you his girlfriend. To him, the title meant everything because it meant you were his, and he was yours.
Every day spent with you was a reminder of how lucky he was, and Jay never wanted you to forget how much he cherished you. In his eyes, you werenât just beautiful; you were the kind of special that made him believe in soulmates.
He wanted you to be his forever. The thought of waking up next to you every morning, seeing you smile at him as the sunlight filtered through the curtains, was a dream he was determined to make a reality. Jay had no secrets when it came to you. He was like an open book, willingly laying himself bare in front of you, no matter how vulnerable it made him feel.
He trusted you with every corner of his soul, even the parts of himself he once thought were too messy or complicated to share with anyone. With you, there was no hesitation. If something was weighing on his mind, he told you. If he had a silly thought or a random idea, you were the first to hear it. If he made a mistake, he admitted it without shame, knowing you would never judge him harshly.
This honesty, though, also meant that his feelings for you spilled out in the most unfiltered ways. He would often find himself confessing just how much he loved you, even in the smallest, most casual moments. You could be doing something as mundane as scrolling through your phone, and Jay would blurt out, âI love you.â He couldnât help himself really. His emotions for you were always bubbling just beneath the surface, waiting for the slightest excuse to overflow.
But there was more to his honesty than just his loveâthere was his desire, too. Jay wasnât shy about how much he was drawn to you, how you had this effortless ability to captivate him in ways no one else ever could. It was in the way his eyes lingered on you a little too long when you werenât looking, or the way he would lean in just a little closer than necessary when you spoke.
Sometimes, his words would betray just how deeply he craved you. It wasnât always something he could control, especially when the thought of you consumed him in the best of ways. You could feel it in the way his hands would gently brush against yours, as if he was trying to be close to you without seeming too eager, but you both knew better.
âI canât get you out of my head,â heâd admit sometimes. It wasnât an exaggeration. He often found himself lost in thoughts of you, even when he should have been focused on other things. He would catch himself daydreaming, imagining the soft curve of your smile or the way you looked when you were nestled against him, your head resting on his chest.
Jay was always ready to voice what was on his mind, he wasnât one to hide his thoughts, especially when it came to you. He didnât even try to filter his reactions, which made everything he said feel honest.
You had just finished drying your hair after stepping out of the shower, the warmth of the dryer against your skin leaving a pleasant feeling while the bathroom smelled of the shampoo you liked. You stood in your simple, comfortable clothes, the fabric of your loose clothes falling over your skin, paired with a pair of lace underwear that you had bought on your birthday months ago.
It had been tucked away in the back of your closet, forgotten until now. You had never gotten the chance to wear it before, so when you found it still in its bag, the tag untouched, you decided today was the day. You had ripped the tag off without hesitation, and slipped it on, and now you found yourself rediscovering exactly why you had bought it. The way it felt against your skin, the way it hugged your curves, and the way it made you feel undeniably feminineâit was all so perfect.
You stood there for a moment, lost in your own thoughts, admiring the way it made you feel. But you were quickly pulled from your thoughts by the sudden knock on the bathroom door. âAre you finished in there?â Jayâs voice called out.
You quickly turned off the blow dryer and put it away, brushing a few stray strands of hair out of your face as you made your way to the door. You opened it to find Jay standing there with a laundry basket in his arms, his usual smile gracing his face. But when his eyes met yours, they flickered down for a brief second and up. Then, in a split second, they darted downwards again, clearly noticing the lace peeking out from under your clothes.
For a split second, he didnât reactâhis eyes widened, and you could see him processing the sight in front of him, almost as if his brain couldnât quite catch up with his eyes. His gaze lingered for a moment too long, and it was impossible not to notice the way his expression shifted slowly. His lips parted slightly, his breath catching as his eyes darted back up to yours, now a little more intense.
âIs that... lace?â he asked, his voice low, almost a whisper, like the question wasnât one of curiosity, but more of surprise.
You could see his mind working, his thoughts clearly running wild as he took in the sight of you standing there. He swallowed hard, and for a moment, you both just stood there.
It wasnât often that you saw Jay lose a bit of his usual composure, but now, his hands tightened around the laundry basket, his knuckles white as he tried to remain cool.
âYou know,â he finally spoke again, his voice slightly more strained than before, âI was going to help with laundry, but I think I need a moment.â He was trying to regain some composure, but the way his eyes never left you made it clear that the sight of you had ignited something he couldnât easily ignore.
Jay placed the laundry basket down slowly, the sound of it hitting the floor almost too loud in the silence that hung between you both. His eyes never left you, and his body seemed to move on its own, drawn to you like a magnet.
Without a word, his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer until his body was pressed against yours. The sudden closeness made your breath hitch, as his hands trailed around your waist, fingers grazing the fabric of the lace, the sensation sending a wave of warmth across your skin.
âGodâŠâ Jay groaned, the sound low and strained as his fingers gently ran along the edge of the lace, tracing the delicate pattern against your skin. His touch was tender and slow, as if he wanted to savor every second of feeling the lace beneath his fingertips.
You could see the struggle in his eyes, the way he fought to hold back, but there was no mistaking the desire that pulsed in him. âYouâre killing me right now,â he murmured, his voice thick with longing. The words came out almost like a confession, so unfiltered, as if he couldnât hide what he was feeling any longer. His breath was warm against your ear as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the side of your neck, the feeling sending a shiver down your spine.
His hands moved down, caressing the lace at your hips before pulling you even closer. The way his body responded to the touch, the way his groan escaped him, it all showed just how much he wanted you. âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.
Unable to resist, Jay leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was gentle at first, testing, exploring. But it didnât stay gentle for long. The kiss deepened as he lost a bit of his composure, his hands gripping you more firmly, pulling you closer to him. The heat between you both surged, and you kissed him back just as eagerly, matching his intensity.
Jay guided you across the bedroom, your bodies moving together in sync. He broke the kiss for just a moment, his breath ragged as he led you toward the full-length mirror at the foot of the bed. As he spun you around, the sudden shift in perspective made your heart flutter. Now, you were facing the mirror, your reflection staring back at you, and Jay stood behind you, holding you close, his chest pressed against your back.
For a moment, you both just stood there, breathing in sync, before Jayâs lips found your shoulder, kissing it softly while his hands slid to your waist, holding you tight as he whispered sweet compliments in your ear. âYouâre perfect,â he murmured, his lips brushing your skin as he continued to kiss along your neck. âSo incredible... everything about youâŠâ
You tried to glance away from the mirror, feeling suddenly self-conscious, but Jay wasnât having it. His fingers gently but firmly grabbed your jaw, guiding your face back so that your eyes met your reflection once more. You could feel the intensity of his gaze as he held you there, making you face yourself again.
âLook at yourself,â he whispered, âdonât look away.â His words were like a command that made it impossible to do anything but meet your own gaze. His hand remained firm on your jaw, gently guiding you while his other arm stayed wrapped around your waist, holding you securely against him. âYou see what I see?â he muttered, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, his breath warm. âDo you see how beautiful you are?â
Your reflection stared back at you, and though you felt shy under his attention, there was something about the way he held you that made you feel secure. The way his hands movedâone tracing lazy, gentle patterns at your waist while the other stayed steady at your jawâwas grounding.
He dipped his head again, pressing his lips to your neck, just below your ear, lingering there as though savoring the moment. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and his grip on you tightened slightly. âEvery part of you,â he whispered, his voice filled with affection, âis perfect.â
You swallowed hard, your breath hitching as you tried to process his words, his touch, and the way his gaze flicked up to meet yours in the mirror.
Jayâs breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling against your back as his lips trailed along your neck. The delicate lace seemed to have an almost visceral effect on him, his hands roaming your waist and hips. His fingers brushed against the lace, as if he couldnât stop himself from feeling it again, marveling at the way it clung to your skin.
âThisâŠâ he murmured, his voice rough, nearly a growl, as his hand traced the hemline of the fabric. âYou have no idea what this is doing to me.â He paused to take a deep, shuddering breath, his lips brushing against your ear. âYou look soâGod, I canât even think straight.â
You couldnât help but let a soft laugh escape you, the sound teasing in its lightness. âYou really like lace that much?â you asked playfully, though you knew full well by the way he was reacting.
Jay groaned, his hand tightening slightly at your waist as he pressed a kiss to the curve of your shoulder. âLike is an understatement,â he said, his tone low and almost desperate. His lips hovered near your ear again, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with so much intensity that it made your heart skip a beat. âYou have to wear more of it. All the time. For me.â
His bluntness made you smile, and you couldnât resist teasing him further. âOh? Are you saying I should go shopping for more lace?â you asked, turning your head slightly to glance at him, your tone light and filled with playful mischief.
Jay groaned again, his head dropping against your shoulder for a moment as if your teasing was physically affecting him. âDonât play with me,â he muttered, his voice strained. âDo you want me to beg?â His voice was shaky now, his desperation seeping into every word. He pressed another kiss to your neck before continuing, his voice barely above a growl. âBecause I will. Iâll beg if thatâs what it takes. Justâplease, wear more of this, want more of it.â
You couldnât help the way your smile widened at his reaction, the teasing in your expression making his jaw tighten. âJay,â you said, feigning an innocent tone, âyouâre really going to beg for me to wear more lace?â
His breath hitched, and his hands moved to grip your hips more firmly. âDonât tempt me,â he warned, though there was no real bite to his words. His forehead pressed against the back of your head for a moment before he groaned once more, almost as if he was fighting to keep control.
âIâll do it,â he muttered, his voice low but filled with conviction. âIf it means I get to see you like this every day, Iâll fill your closet with lace. Every color, every designâyouâll have so much, youâll never wear anything else.â
You turned slightly, your smile softening as you reached up to touch his cheek, your fingers brushing against his skin. His eyes met yours in the mirror, filled with so much love that it almost overwhelmed you.
âI donât think youâre ready for that much lace,â you said, but your tone was softer now, playful without being dismissive.
âTry me,â he challenged you, âIâll prove it. Iâll make it happen. Just say the word.â
Jay would do anything to show you just how much he adored you, and if it meant filling your wardrobe with lace to see you smileâand to indulge his newfound obsessionâhe would gladly do it, no hesitation.
.....
And he did do it. After that day, it was as though a switch had flipped in Jay. He started bringing home lace in every imaginable color and designâsoft pastels, bold blacks, rich jewel tones, delicate florals. Every type he could find was soon tucked away in your closet. It was thoughtful, sweet even, a little peek into how deeply he cared about you. But his reaction every time you wore it? That was something else entirely.
You werenât used to seeing him like this, so utterly undone, so out of touch with his usual composed demeanor. But you couldnât deny how much you loved it. You loved the way he folded for you, how a single glimpse of white lace beneath your clothes could derail him completely. Oh, you had him hooked. So much so that every time you wore it, his eyes would darken, his breaths would hitch, and whatever train of thought he had? Gone, like it had never existed.
Lace was his weakness, yes. But lace on you? He was goneâreduced to a pleading man, desperate for just one look, just one touch. And when you finally gave him permission, the transformation was instant. His hands would tremble slightly as they reached for you, his lips brushing reverently over the fabric like it was sacred.
âOne more taste,â heâd whisper, his voice rough with need, âand I swear Iâll lose control.â
But the truth? Heâd already lost control. The moment his fingers skimmed the lace against your skin, he was a goner. You saw it in the way he looked at you, like nothing else in the world mattered but you in that moment. His touches grew hungrier, his kisses turned sloppy and uncoordinated. And the marks? Oh, you had plenty. They were proof of just how completely he surrendered himself to you, his passion for you spilling over in ways he could hardly contain. Jay never held back when it came to you, and the lace only seemed to amplify that desire.
It wasnât just about how beautiful you looked in it, though that played a part. No, it was the way you made it lookâhow effortlessly you wore it, how it became a part of your natural allure. He was mesmerized by you, completely at your mercy, and he didnât care one bit.
âYou have no idea what you do to me,â heâd groan, his voice shaky as he traced the edges of the fabric with his fingertips. And maybe you didnât. Maybe you didnât realize just how thoroughly you owned him. But every time he dropped to his knees for you, every time he lost himself completely in the feel of you, the sight of you, the essence of youâyou were reminded of just how deep his devotion ran.
Jay was yours in every way, and he wasnât ashamed to show it. Especially when you wore lace.
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No cause this is REAL! Being a x reader writer is fun but low-key a stressful experience. Like, the pressure to be inclusive is real. You canât just write for example âyou take a sip of your coffeeâ without spiraling into, âWait, what if they donât even like coffee?!â Maybe theyâre a tea person. Or a hot chocolate lover. Or maybe they donât like warm drinks at all!
being an x reader writer and trying to be inclusive of all readers makes me overthink so much like should i write about you having smth with milk in it? no no what if the reader is lactose-intolerant. about the reader being the big spoon? noo what if they wanna be cuddled like a little spoon. about fingers through your hair? noooo what if the person reading it is bald
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Howâs your small hiatus going? Are you resting well? I hope you are able to relax after juggling school and work? I miss seeing your notifications. Stay happy and healthy! ăŸ(â§ââŠ*)ăŸ
It's going great! I just finished a huge project at school, and work is going fine?? I'm getting more shifts, so that's ugh.. at least boxing classes has been consistent!
You miss the notifications?? AWW THANK YOU! I got so many drafts, so dw :) I have some gooood stuff ready to post! đ€
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Enhypen Prompt Challenge!
Hello! <3
Iâve been feeling a bit creative lately, so I thought we could try something funâa little challenge! Below, Iâve listed some prompts for you to choose from. It can be any member, any genre!
Whether you decide to write or just enjoy the prompts, I hope it sparks a little inspiration for you!
1. "You donât have to say a word, just show me." 2. "Youâre dangerous, you know that? Every time you smile, I forget how to breathe." 3. "Youâre playing with fire, and Iâm willing to burn." 4. "I donât care what weâre doing, as long as itâs with you." 5. "You donât even realize what you do to me, do you?" 6. "I could spend hours memorizing the way you feel." 7. "Youâre my favorite distraction." 8. "How am I supposed to focus when youâre standing there looking like that?" 9. "Tell me you want me, and Iâll make sure you never doubt it again." 10. "Youâre mine, and I donât intend to let anyone forget it." 11. "Donât tease me unless you plan to follow through." 12. "Iâm not going anywhere, not until Iâm sure you know how much I want you." 13. "Iâve been good all dayâdonât make me regret it." 14. "Just one kiss? Or are you planning to leave me wanting more?" 15. "Come closer. I promise I wonât bite⊠unless you ask nicely." 16. "Do you want me to beg? Because I will." 17. "One more taste, and I swear Iâll lose control."
If you want me to do some prompts, ask me :3
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Now, listen...I'm not that big of a gamer but like, also not a noobbb...what I'm trying to say is, I'm thinking of playing dbd đșđđ»đđ» but I'm lowkey a scaredy cat so BJSHDJD my heart rate is going to spike when the killers come out đđ
Sumi, my love đ„č You should play it!! Trust me, it's not that bad!
I played with @aceheexx after she got it, and it was all good! She played the killer and got a feel for the game âșïž
She camped me to get a kill đ
If you wanna play it, just take it easy :)
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AH! Thanks for the tag bae!! enjoyed it! <33
i'm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings (10 and counting xD) / i have at least one tattoo (getting one this year :3) / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces (was a retainer kid :p) / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i donât often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language (fluent in 6 only :/) / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i've never dated anyone / i have a best friend iâve known for over five years / i am an only child
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iâm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i donât often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / iâve never dated anyone / i have a best friend iâve known for over five years / i am an only child
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Forbidden Taste - L.H
P: Slytherin!Heeseung X Fem!Reader
Warnings: Teasing, Hurt/Comfort, Suggestive Content, Angst, Misunderstandings, Jealousy, Myung Jaehyun Cameo, Incorrect Use Of Amortenia.
Synopsis: Youâre not popular at Hogwarts, so why is Lee Heeseung, Slytherin royalty, so intent on having you? You donât know, and you donât question itâuntil jealousy and a pink potion threaten everything.
a/n: WHAT A JOURNEY IT HAS BEEN! Thank you all <3 all the members are now completed! (i changed the plot for this so many times, its insane)
want to read the other members? -> masterlist
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You werenât massively popular at Hogwarts, but people knew you. Not in the way that theyâd scream your name in the corridors or seek you out during mealtimes, but enough that when your name came up in conversation, thereâd be nods of recognition. Oh, yeah. Decent flyer. Smart enough to keep up in classes, but not obnoxious about it. You built your reputation in small, deliberate waysâearly on, too. By the time you hit your third year, you realized it wasnât just about house points or grades. If you didnât carve out your place here, Hogwarts could chew you up and spit you out.
So, you made connections. Little alliances. You werenât a name in bold letters, but you werenât invisible either. A compliment here, a conversation there. Small, calculated acts of charm to ensure you werenât just some shadow skulking through the hallways. Yet you never overdid it. Just enough to make sure you wouldnât be forgotten.
And honestly, that was fine. You had your friends and housemates, the people who mattered to you most. The ones you could collapse with after a particularly grueling Potions lesson or laugh with over Butterbeer-flavored Bertie Bottâs Beans in the common room. It wasnât the spotlight, but it was enough.
Itâs weird how quickly that balance can shift, though. How one incidentâone personâcan flip everything upside down.
It really was funnyâhilarious, even. You had no answer as to why he suddenly latched onto you, why he started pursuing you of all people. Lee fucking Heeseung. One of the most popular Slytherins in his year, practically Hogwarts royalty.
Usually, people would trip over their own feet for the chance to be seen with him. Heeseung had everything: pureblood lineage, one of the best Beaters Hogwarts had seen in years, a face straight out of Witch Weekly's Most Eligible Wizards list, and a charisma that could charm the scales off a dragon. He was smart, tooâtop of his classes in subjects he actually cared aboutâand everyone knew his family was filthy rich.
He was the kind of person others orbited around. Someone whose presence turned heads the moment he walked into a room. The kind of guy you were perfectly fine staying away from because people like him didnât care about people like you. And yet, for some inexplicable reason, he chose you.
All because you ran into him one day.
It wasnât even that dramatic of an encounter. You were late for Transfiguration, books piled in your arms, hurrying down the corridor like your life depended on it. And thenâbam. Youâd slammed into what felt like a brick wall. Except brick walls didnât have arms that steadied you as your books tumbled to the floor, and they definitely didnât have sharp jawlines and a gaze that pinned you to the spot.
âSorry!â youâd muttered, scrambling to pick up your books, too flustered to even look him in the eye. He didnât say anything. Didnât throw out the kind of snarky insult Slytherins were known for. He just⊠watched you. And when you dashed off down the corridor, cheeks burning with embarrassment, you thought that was the end of it.
Except it wasnât.
After that, Heeseung started showing up. Everywhere.
At first, it was subtle. A glance in the Great Hall that lingered too long to be coincidental. A smirk when you passed him in the corridors. Then it escalated. Sitting at your table in the library, asking casually about your Charms essay while his friends shot curious looks your way. Offering to walk you to class, claiming it was âon his wayâ even when it clearly wasnât. Stealing a seat beside you in Herbology, leaning closer than necessary to peek at your notes.
It didnât take long for people to notice. Whispers started following you wherever you went, growing louder with every interaction. Your friends pestered you for answers you didnât have, and his admirers glared daggers at you from across the room.
And all you could think was, Why? Why you? Out of all the girls fawning over himâpurebloods, Quidditch stars, girls far prettier and more polished than youâwhat on earth made Lee Heeseung decide you were worth his attention?
You tried convincing yourself that it was a joke. Some elaborate Slytherin prank that youâd accidentally wandered into. Any day now, youâd wake up to Heeseung laughing in your face, surrounded by his friends, as he revealed that all of thisâevery smirk, every casual wave, every time he leaned in close enough for you to catch a whiff of his expensive cologneâwas just for his own entertainment.
But the days passed, and the teasing you braced yourself for never came. If anything, Heeseungâs attention only intensified.
âI could help you with that, you know,â he offered one day during a particularly grueling Potions class. Youâd been furiously scribbling notes, trying to keep up with Professor Slughornâs lecture. Heeseung was perched on the edge of your shared table, his hand propping up his chin as he watched you.
âWith what?â you asked without looking up, determined not to let his lazy, amused tone fluster you.
âYour notes,â he said, gesturing at your parchment. âYour handwritingâs awful. What if you canât read it later?â
You shot him a glare, but he just grinned. âIâll manage,â you said, shoving your notes further away from him for good measure.
Moments like that became your new normal. Heeseung showing up uninvited, weaving himself into your day like he belonged there. Offering to help you study, sneaking your favorite dessert onto your plate in the Great Hall, throwing an arm around your shoulders like you were long-lost friends.
And yet, despite your initial resistance, you found yourself softening. Heeseung wasnât as insufferable as youâd assumed heâd be. Sure, he was cockyâhe wouldnât be Lee Heeseung if he werenâtâbut he also had this disarming charm about him. He listened when you spoke, remembered the little things you mentioned in passing, and had a way of making you laugh when you least expected it.
You acted normal around himâor at least, you tried to. You didnât show how much he affected you, how your pulse quickened when he leaned in close, the playful smirk on his lips as he talked to you about some trivial thing. You didnât let it show when heâd take your books without asking, holding them effortlessly with one hand as if they weighed nothing, and you definitely didnât let him see how your cheeks burned when he casually brushed his fingers against yours as he handed them back.
You didnât react when he helped you in Potions either, his voice low in your ear as he whispered which ingredients to add next, his breath warm against your skin. Even when your heart stuttered, you kept your face neutral, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much he got under your skin.
And Merlin, did he love to push.
Heâd ditch his friends without a second thought, his usual crowd of Slytherins calling after him as he veered off to sit with you instead. Youâd hear their muffled complaints from across the room, but Heeseung didnât seem to care. Heâd just flash them that infuriatingly perfect smileâthe one that screamed, I know exactly what Iâm doing,âand plop down next to you like heâd been there all along.
âDonât you have other people to bother?â youâd mutter, barely glancing at him as he propped his chin on his hand, watching you with an intensity that made it impossible to focus on anything else.
âWhy would I, when youâre so much more interesting?â heâd reply smoothly, the corners of his mouth tugging upward in a way that sent your stomach into an uninvited freefall.
But you didnât give him the satisfaction of a blush or a flustered response. Instead, youâd roll your eyes and pretend to be annoyed, even as you caught yourself glancing at him when you thought he wasnât looking.
The truth was, Heeseung made it harder and harder to ignore him. He wasnât just persistentâhe was thoughtful in ways you didnât expect. He remembered the tiniest details, like how you hated licorice wands or how you preferred studying in the libraryâs quieter corners. He went out of his way to make your day just a little easier, sliding your favorite pastries onto your plate at breakfast or swapping out your worn-out quills with brand-new ones from his bag.
It was infuriating. And endearing. And confusing.
Maybe it was the way he always seemed to know when you needed cheering up, or the way his voice softened when he spoke to you, or the way he looked at youâlike you were the only person in the room that mattered.
But you werenât ready to admit it. Not to yourself, and definitely not to him. So, you kept acting normal, pretending like he didnât affect you as much as he did.
At this point, even your friends couldnât keep quiet about it. Every time Heeseung walked into a room and made a beeline for you, their eyebrows would raise a little higher. When heâd flash you one of his trademark grins or casually sling an arm around your shoulders, their teasing smirks were impossible to miss.
âSo, are you two a thing, or what?â one of your friends finally asked during a late-night study session in the common room.
âNo,â you said quickly, maybe a little too quickly, and their skeptical look said it all.
âWell, he certainly thinks you are,â another chimed in, grinning as they flipped through their Charms textbook. âYou do realize half the school thinks youâre secretly dating, right?â
You rolled your eyes, brushing it off. âHeâs just⊠like that. Itâs probably some sort of game to him.â
But even as you said it, you werenât so sure. Because if this was a game, Heeseung was playing it far too convincingly.
And then he went and completely blindsided you.
It was after Defense Against the Dark Arts, a class you shared with him. Youâd just finished stuffing your notes into your bag, about to make your way to the library, when he appeared beside you, his usual confident grin plastered across his face.
âSo,â he started casually, leaning against your desk. âWant to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?â
You froze, blinking at him like you hadnât heard him properly. âWhat?â
âHogsmeade,â he repeated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. âYou. Me. A date.â
Your brain stuttered at the word. A date?
âYouâre joking,â you said, though your voice sounded a little less confident than you wouldâve liked.
âIâm not,â he said simply, tilting his head and watching you with that annoyingly earnest expression that made it impossible to tell if he was messing with you.
âI⊠I canât,â you stammered, feeling your cheeks grow warm. âI mean, thank you, but I donât thinkââ
âDonât think too hard about it,â he interrupted smoothly, cutting off your attempt at a polite rejection. âI like you. You like meâdonât even try to deny it,â he added quickly, smirking when you opened your mouth to argue. âSo why not give it a shot?â
You stared at him, dumbfounded. âHeeseung, Iââ
âBefore you say no,â he said, leaning in closer, âthink about this. Whatâs the worst that could happen? You have a good time with me? Sounds like a pretty low-risk situation, if you ask me.â
It was infuriating how he made it sound so simple, like agreeing to a date with him wasnât the most intimidating thing in the world.
âIâm serious, Heeseung,â you said, trying to sound firm. âI donât think itâs a good idea.â
âAnd Iâm serious,â he countered, his voice dropping slightly. âIâm not taking no for an answer.â
The way he said it wasnât pushy or aggressiveâit was confident, certain, like he already knew you were going to say yes eventually. And maybe thatâs what threw you off the most.
You glanced at him one last time before turning to leave the classroom, your lips pressed into a tight line.
And of course, he followed.
âHey, wait!â he called, his voice echoing down the corridor as you walked ahead, refusing to look back.
âI said no, Heeseung,â you said over your shoulder, quickening your pace.
âAnd I said Iâm not taking no for an answer,â he shot back, his footsteps ringing louder as he hurried to catch up with you. âYou didnât even give me a proper reason!â
âI donât need to give you a reason!â you replied, exasperated, keeping your gaze fixed forward.
But he wasnât giving up. He was persistentâtoo persistent. You could hear him muttering under his breath, probably running through a list of arguments to convince you, but before he could get another word out, you heard a loud, unmistakable yelp.
Pausing mid-step, you turned just in time to see Heeseung stumble over a loose stone jutting out of the floor, his arms flailing to keep his balance. He caught himself at the last second, straightening up and brushing off his robes like nothing happened.
âSmooth,â you said, unable to stop the amused quirk of your lips.
âYeah, yeah, laugh it up,â he muttered, jogging a few steps to close the distance between you.
But the second he got close, you picked up your pace again, determined not to let him win.
He didnât stop, though. Heeseung was like a particularly annoying shadow, trailing after you with single-minded determination. Except this shadow seemed to have the worst luck imaginable.
Not five steps later, you heard a startled âHey, watch it!â from a much shorter Ravenclaw student as Heeseung nearly crashed into them.
âYeah, yeah! Sorry!â he called over his shoulder, not even slowing down as he kept his focus on you.
You didnât bother hiding your grin this time, though you kept walking.
And then, just as he was about to catch up again, you saw itâa ghost floating lazily through the corridor ahead.
âHeeseung,â you said without stopping, your tone almost warning.
âWhat?â he asked, completely oblivious, his gaze fixed on you instead of what was in front of him.
You didnât answer. You just waited for it to happen.
Sure enough, he strode directly into the ghostâa particularly dramatic one, judging by the loud whoosh and Heeseungâs subsequent startled shiver as he stumbled back.
âBloody hell!â he exclaimed, swiping at his robes as if itâd help.
âMaybe if you watched where you were goingâŠâ you said, finally stopping to face him, arms crossed over your chest as you raised an eyebrow.
He shook his head, his focus snapping back to you almost instantly. âIâll watch where Iâm going when you stop running away from me,â he said, his voice laced with determination.
You rolled your eyes, but before you could turn away again, he stepped closer, this time careful not to trip over anything or crash into anyone.
âLook,â he said, his tone softer now. âI know Iâm being persistent. But itâs only because I really want you to say yes. Just one date. Thatâs all Iâm asking. If you hate it, Iâll back off. But I think weâll have a good time.â
For the first time, you hesitated. There was something about the way he looked at youâearnest, hopefulâthat made it hard to brush him off like before. Heeseung wasnât just being cocky now; he was being sincere. And it was that sincerity that made your resolve waver.
âOne date,â he repeated, holding your gaze. âWhat do you say?â
You sighed, stopping long enough to turn and face him properly. His eyes were wide, his expression almost pleading but still holding that annoying confidence that made him, well, Heeseung.
âFine,â you said, crossing your arms. âOne date. But if I donât enjoy it, thatâs it. No more asking, no more following me around, no moreâŠâ You gestured vaguely toward him, ââŠwhatever this is.â
His face broke into a grin so smug and victorious that you instantly regretted agreeing.
âDeal,â he said without hesitation. âBut donât worry, youâre going to love it.â
âDonât push your luck,â you muttered, but the way his grin grew wider told you heâd already won this round.
âAlright, then,â he said, taking a step closer. Too close. You could feel the faintest brush of his robes against yours as he leaned in. âThis Saturday, Three Broomsticks. Noon. Iâll even buy you Butterbeer.â
âWow, how generous of you,â you deadpanned, but your heart was doing that annoying fluttering thing again.
âYouâll see,â he said, his voice dropping lower, teasing. âIâm full of surprises.â
Before you could fire back a snarky response, his hands moved, one settling on your waist like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Your breath hitched.
You werenât sure what he was sayingâsomething about how the Three Broomsticks had the best treacle tart, or maybe how heâd already booked a spot with Madam Rosmertaâbut the words blurred in your head. All you could focus on was his hand, warm and firm, holding you in place. And his body, so close to yours that you could feel the faint heat radiating off him.
Your mind raced, trying to decide if you should pull away or just let him keep talking.
ââŠdonât tell me youâve never tried the cinnamon hot chocolate there,â he said, his lips curving into another grin.
âWhat?â you blurted, blinking up at him, trying to drag your attention back to his actual words.
He chuckled, the sound low and soft, and you hated how it made your stomach flip.
âYou werenât even listening,â he teased, his thumb brushing lightly against your waist before he pulled back, giving you just enough space to breathe again.
âMaybe if you werenât so close, Iâd be able to concentrate,â you shot back, though your voice came out a little weaker than youâd intended.
Heeseung didnât look fazed. If anything, he looked even more pleased with himself, like he knew exactly how flustered you were and wasnât planning to let you forget it anytime soon.
âGuess Iâll have to tell you on our date, then,â he said, stepping back fully now, his smirk still firmly in place.
You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks burned as you turned away, determined not to let him see just how much he was getting to you.
âSaturday,â he called after you as you started walking again, his tone light and cheerful. âDonât forget!â
You didnât answer, but you didnât need to. The truth was, no matter how much you tried to deny it, you knew you wouldnât forget. Not with the way your heart was still racing.
Saturday came faster than you expected, and by the time you were standing in front of the Three Broomsticks, you were already second-guessing your decision. Why did you agree to this again? Oh, rightâbecause Heeseung was annoyingly persistent, and some traitorous part of you was curious to see what a date with him would actually be like.
You adjusted your scarf, the chill of the winter air biting at your cheeks. The sound of chatter and clinking glasses spilled out of the tavern, and for a brief moment, you considered turning around and pretending youâd forgotten. But before you could so much as take a step back, a familiar voice called out behind you.
âYouâre early.â
You turned to see Heeseung approaching, dressed in his usual green-and-silver scarf, his black coat tailored perfectly to him. His hair was slightly tousled from the wind, and he wore that same confident smile that made your stomach twist in ways you wished it wouldnât.
âIâm on time,â you corrected, crossing your arms.
âEarly, on timeâsame thing,â he said, coming to a stop in front of you. His eyes scanned you briefly, and for a second, you thought you saw something softer in his expression. âYou look good.â
Your cheeks warmed, and you immediately regretted your decision to wear something classy. âDonât start,â you muttered, brushing past him toward the door.
He laughed, catching up to you easily. âWhat? Itâs a compliment!â
âYeah, yeah.â You pushed open the door, grateful for the wave of warmth that greeted you as you stepped inside.
The Three Broomsticks was busy, as it always was on weekends, but Heeseung didnât seem the least bit fazed. He waved to Madam Rosmerta, who greeted him like they were old friends, and led you to a small table near the window that had somehow been left open.
âSee?â he said, pulling out a chair for you. âPerfect spot.â
You hesitated for a moment before sitting down, mumbling a quiet, âThanks,â as he slid into the seat across from you.
For a few moments, it was quietâwell, as quiet as it could be in the bustling tavern. You busied yourself with looking out the window, watching as students milled about in the snow-covered streets of Hogsmeade.
âSo,â Heeseung said, breaking the silence. âWhatâs your go-to order here?â
You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. âWhy do you care?â
âBecause,â he said with a grin, leaning forward slightly, âI want to make sure you actually enjoy this date. Remember? You said if you didnât, I couldnât ask again.â
âStill sticking to that, by the way,â you reminded him.
âNoted,â he said, looking far too amused for your liking. âBut Iâm confident youâll have a good time.â
âOf course you are,â you muttered, but you couldnât help the small smile that tugged at your lips.
You ended up ordering Butterbeer and treacle tartânot because you particularly wanted it, but because he wouldnât stop raving about it earlier that week.
When the drinks and food arrived, the conversation started off slow, but much to your surprise, it wasnât awkward. Heeseung had a way of keeping things light and entertaining.
And, annoyingly, he kept making you laugh.
After you finished at the Three Broomsticks, Heeseung didnât let the day end there. Instead, he insisted on taking you around Hogsmeade, claiming it was his duty to make sure you had the full experience.
âThis isnât my first time here, you know,â you said as he led you down the cobblestone streets, passing shop after shop.
âYeah, but itâs your first time here with me,â he countered, flashing you that same cocky grin that had you rolling your eyes for the tenth time that day.
Still, you didnât protest when he pulled you into Honeydukes, pointing out his favorite candies and piling a small bag with sweets you hadnât even asked for. âItâs on me,â he said when you tried to argue, waving you off like it was nothing.
Next, he dragged you to Zonkoâs, where he spent far too much time marveling over the prank items and showing you his favorites with the enthusiasm of a first-year discovering the place for the first time. You couldnât help but smile as he rattled off stories of the chaos heâd caused with them in the Slytherin common room.
And then, just as you were debating whether or not to call it a day, it started snowing.
Soft, delicate flakes drifted down from the sky, blanketing the streets and rooftops in a thin layer of white. The air grew quieter, the hustle and bustle of Hogsmeade fading into the background as people paused to take in the sight.
You stopped walking, tilting your head back slightly to watch the snow fall. For a moment, you forgot about Heeseung entirely, your mind quieting as you focused on the tiny snowflakes melting against your skin.
When you finally looked back at him, he was staring at you.
âWhat?â you asked, raising an eyebrow.
He didnât answer right away, his eyes soft as they searched your face. Finally, he said, âYou.â
You blinked, caught off guard. âWhat about me?â
âYouâre justâŠâ He trailed off, taking a step closer. His voice was quieter now, more serious. âYouâre beautiful, you know that?â
Your breath caught in your throat, and before you could even think of how to respond, he closed the space between you, his hand gently reaching for your scarf.
You stood frozen as he adjusted it carefully, his fingers brushing against your neck as he tightened it slightly to block out the cold. His touch was warm, his movements unhurried, and when he was finished, his hands lingered for just a second longer than necessary.
âThere,â he said softly, his gaze meeting yours again. âWouldnât want you catching a cold.â
You felt your cheeks grow warm, and it wasnât from the weather. âYouâre ridiculous,â you muttered, but your voice lacked its usual bite.
âAnd yet, youâre still here with me,â he teased, a small smile tugging at his lips.
You didnât respond, turning your gaze back to the falling snow. But as Heeseung slipped his hand into yours, giving it a gentle squeeze, you didnât pull away, cause you didnât feel the need to fight him.
The rest of the walk through Hogsmeade passed in a comfortable silence, your hands still entwined as the snow continued to fall around you. You didnât know how Heeseung managed to make it feel so⊠easy. Like holding hands with him was something youâd been doing for years. Like the tension that had built between you over the past weeks had melted away as quickly as the snowflakes on his coat.
He led you to the outskirts of the village, where the streets grew quieter, and the noise of other students faded into the background. The path was lined with trees dusted in white, their bare branches glistening under the faint light of the afternoon sun.
âItâs nice out here,â you murmured, your breath visible in the crisp air.
âYeah,â Heeseung said, but when you glanced at him, you realized he wasnât looking at the trees or the snow-covered landscape. He was looking at you again.
âWhat?â you asked, your voice softer now, a little less defensive.
He shrugged, his lips curling into that small, genuine smile you were starting to recognizeâthe one he didnât use often, the one that wasnât for show. âNothing. Just⊠you seem different today.â
âDifferent?â
âYeah,â he said, his thumb brushing lightly against the back of your hand. âLess scary.â
You rolled your eyes, though you couldnât help the laugh that slipped out. âIâm not scary.â
âTell that to everyone else whoâs too afraid to talk to you.â
âMaybe I just donât like wasting my time,â you said, smirking up at him.
âWell, lucky me, then,â he replied, his tone teasing. âYou must think Iâm worth it.â
Before you could say anything, though, he stopped walking, turning to face you fully. His free hand reached up to brush a stray snowflake from your hair, and you froze at the tenderness of the gesture.
âYouâre really something, you know that?â he said, his voice low, his gaze steady on yours.
You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. âYou keep saying things like that,â you mumbled, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably.
âBecause I mean it,â he said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
And then, before you could overthink it, he leaned inânot too fast, not too slow. Just enough to give you time to pull away if you wanted to. But you didnât.
The kiss was soft, warm, and fleeting, like a snowflake landing on your lips and melting before you could fully feel it. When he pulled back, his face was close enough that you could still feel his breath against your skin.
âIâll take that as a yes to a second date,â he murmured, his tone teasing but his eyes holding that same sincerity that had caught you off guard from the start.
You didnât trust yourself to speak, so you just rolled your eyes and tugged him along, back toward the village.
But the small smile on your face told him everything he needed to know.
As you and Heeseung continued down the snowy path, oblivious to everything else around you, neither of you noticed the three figures hidden just out of sight, watching your every move. They stood together, concealed by the shadow of the trees, their eyes trained on the way you and Heeseung interacted, the way your hands fit together so naturally.
It didnât take long for the bitterness to fester. One of them, a girl with dark brown hair and a scowl that could cut glass, clenched her fists at her sides, watching the way Heeseung smiled at you, how easily he made you laugh.
"Of course sheâs with him," she muttered under her breath, her voice laced with venom. "She always has to go after whatâs not hers."
Beside her, another figureâtaller, with blonde hairânarrowed her eyes at the scene. "Weâve all been trying for years. Why her? What makes her so special?" Her voice was low, barely controlled, and her gaze burned with resentment.
The third figure, a quieter one, with sharp eyes and a calculating expression, stood back, observing the situation silently. She was still for a moment before she spoke, her voice calm but filled with hidden malice. "Maybe it's time we remind him who belongs by his side."
The girl with the dark hair stepped forward, fists still clenched, the fire in her eyes growing. "Letâs see if we canât change his mind."
They lingered in the shadows, watching as Heeseung pulled you closer, speaking in soft tones that made your smile widen. The sight of the two of you together twisted in their hearts, their jealousy and rage bubbling over. They knew that this wasnât overânot by a long shot.
None of you could have predicted what would happen next.
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The next few days were a blur of contentment. You couldnât remember the last time youâd been this happy, or this at ease. Heeseung had truly surpassed every expectation youâd set for him. He was everything you didnât know you needed in a boyfriendâgentle when you were stressed, confident when you were unsure, and always there to make you smile, even on your worst days.
When you studied together in the library, heâd always find ways to make learning feel less like a chore. Whether it was cracking jokes during boring Potions readings or helping you with Transfiguration, his presence made even the most tedious subjects bearable. And when you were working on homework together in the common room, youâd catch him looking over at you, that amused glint in his eye as if he couldnât believe how lucky he was to have you.
Youâd even gone to his Quidditch match that weekend, which turned into one of the most exciting games youâd ever watched. Heeseung had played brilliantly, his focus unshakable as he zoomed around the pitch, expertly dodging Bludgers and scoring goal after goal.
When the match ended, with Slytherin emerging victorious, Heeseung found you in the stands, grinning widely as he jogged over to you.
âGood game?â you teased, unable to contain the excitement in your voice.
Heeseung shrugged, feigning modesty. "You know, I couldnât have done it without my good luck charm."
Your heart fluttered as he slipped his Slytherin Quidditch jersey over your head, his hands lingering on your shoulders just a little longer than necessary. "This is for you," he said, his voice low but playful. âYou made me win.â
You blinked, looking down at the jersey, which was too big for you but somehow made you feel like you were wearing a piece of him. âI didnât do anythingââ
âYeah, but you were there," he interrupted, his fingers lightly brushing your cheek as he grinned. âThatâs all I needed.â
But Heeseung had one problemâhe never knew when to stop kissing. An innocent kiss shared with you would quickly turn into something far more passionate, the kind of kiss that left you breathless, with your heart racing in your chest. His lips would press against yours, and before you knew it, heâd pull you even closer, deepening the kiss with a soft but urgent intensity.
His hands would find their way to your waist, tugging gently as he pulled you closer, and you couldnât help but melt into him. His kisses werenât just kissesâthey were all-consuming, leaving you dizzy.
It wasnât long before his hair would become messy, stray locks falling into his eyes as he kissed you with that playful but determined energy. By the time you pulled apart, your lips would be sore, swollen from his insistence. And your neck? Covered with small, dark marksâhickeys left behind as reminders of every moment he couldnât quite control himself around you.
But the world wasnât fair to you.
One day, everything changed. You had walked up to Heeseung, as you did every day, eager to see him after class, to share a laugh, maybe steal a quick kiss. But when you rounded the corner, you froze.
There, in the hallway, Heeseung was kissing a Slytherin girlâher hands tangled in his hair, his arms wrapped around her in a way that was so familiar, so intimate, that it felt like a punch to your chest.
Your breath caught in your throat, your body frozen in place, as you watched the scene unfold in front of you. The warmth of his kisses, the tenderness you thought was reserved for you, was now being given to someone else.
And when Heeseung finally pulled away from her, noticing you standing there, your heart shattered.
He didnât even look surprised to see you. His eyes met yours, cold and indifferent. âWhatâs wrong?â he asked, his voice flat.
You couldnât speak. You couldnât breathe. You felt as though the ground had been ripped from beneath you, leaving you dangling in the air, completely lost.
Then, the words you never expected to hear came tumbling from his mouth.
âI never had feelings for you,â he said, his tone casual, almost dismissive. âI never loved you.â
Your world tilted. The person you had trusted, the one who had made you feel special, had never felt the same. All those moments meant nothing. They were nothing but lies.
The pain surged through you like a tidal wave. You felt your chest constrict, your eyes stinging with the heat of unshed tears. Your voice broke as you screamed at him, âHow could you? After everything?!â
But it didnât matter. He didnât care.
The girl with himâher smirk stretched wide, malicious and triumphantâstepped closer to Heeseung, hanging off his arm like she had every right to be there. Her eyes flicked to you, cold and triumphant, as if she reveled in your pain.
You didnât even recognize the version of Heeseung standing before you. The boy you thought you knewâthe one who had held you like you were everything to himâwas gone. In his place was someone who didnât care at all.
You turned on your heel, running away before the tears could spill. Your heart was breaking with every step, but you couldnât bring yourself to look back at him, at them. You didnât want to see the cruel smirk on her face, or the emptiness in his eyes.
You were heartbroken, yes, but beneath the sorrow was a rising tide of angerâburning, raw, and uncontrollable. How could Heeseung break your heart like that? After everything, after acting like you were the only woman in his life, like you were the one he couldnât live without?
The memories played on a loop in your mind, tormenting you. The way he would pull you close and whisper that you were perfect for him. The way heâd laugh at your jokes, even the bad ones, and say that you made his days better.
It had all been a lie.
You paced the empty corridor, your thoughts spiraling into a storm of hurt and rage. Your fists clenched at your sides as tears streaked down your face. You wanted to scream, to cry, to find him and demand answers. How could someone who seemed so perfect turn out to be so cruel?
The image of him kissing that girl was seared into your mind, taunting you. The way she had smirked at you, so smug and triumphant, like sheâd won some twisted game. The way Heeseung had looked at youânot with the warmth and love you were used to, but with indifference, as if you had been nothing but a fleeting amusement.
The days after that were some of the hardest youâd ever endured. You refused to let Heeseung see how much he had broken you, refused to let him or anyone else know how deeply his betrayal had cut. Instead, you buried your pain beneath a carefully crafted mask. You laughed with your friends, answered questions in class, and even managed to pull off smiles in the Great Hall. To everyone else, it was like nothing had happened.
But when you were alone, the mask slipped, and the weight of it all came crashing down. The nights were the worst, when you lay in bed replaying the moment over and over, like a cruel, inescapable nightmare. The sound of his wordsâI never loved youâechoed in your mind, shredding your heart all over again.
One afternoon, during Potions class, the pain overwhelmed you. Heeseung had walked in, all casual as if nothing had happened. He didnât look your wayânot even onceâbut that didnât stop the memory of his betrayal from stabbing at your chest.
Your hands shook as you measured out ingredients for your potion, your vision blurring as hot tears threatened to spill. You couldnât take it anymore. Quietly excusing yourself, you fled the classroom, muttering something about needing the restroom before anyone could stop you.
The moment you stepped into the dimly lit bathroom, the tears youâd been holding back came rushing out. You leaned against the sink, gripping the edges tightly as sobs wracked your body.
You didnât even notice Moaning Myrtle until her soft voice broke through your cries.
âRough day?â
Startled, you looked up, your tear-streaked face meeting the ghostâs translucent figure. She was floating by one of the sinks, her usual pout replaced with something almost... sympathetic.
You sniffled, quickly wiping your face. âSorry, Myrtle. I didnât mean to disturb you.â
Myrtle shook her head, hovering closer. âYouâre not disturbing me,â she said quietly. âI know what itâs like to cry in here. To feel... forgotten.â
Her words hit you harder than you expected. For once, she wasnât mocking you or complaining about her own misfortunes. She was just... there, watching you with a sadness in her ghostly eyes that mirrored your own pain.
âI just donât get it,â you whispered, your voice breaking. âHow could someone say they cared and then... and then throw it all away like it meant nothing?â
Myrtle tilted her head, her gaze softening even more. âBoys are awful,â she said matter-of-factly, her tone holding a mix of understanding and bitterness. âThey make you feel special, and then they break you."
You let out a shaky laugh, though it was more bitter than anything else. âYeah, well, heâs the worst of them.â
Myrtle floated closer, hovering just beside you as you leaned over the sink, your tears falling freely now,and she stayed there, silently watching as you poured your heart out in the empty bathroom.
When you finally wiped your face and straightened up, Myrtle gave you a small, sad smile. âHeâs not worth it,â she said softly.
You nodded, your throat too tight to speak, and with a final glance at your tear-streaked reflection, you left the bathroom.
--
You kept watching hopelessly as Heeseung changed right before your eyes. Despite being a Slytherin, heâd always been differentâsharp, confident, but never cruel. He treated others with respect, even when it wasnât expected of him, and it was one of the reasons people gravitated toward him so easily.
But now⊠now he wasnât the same.
You started noticing it in small things at first. Heâd snap at younger students who accidentally got in his way, barking out insults that made their faces crumple in embarrassment. Heâd push past others in the corridors with an air of arrogance that felt alien, not sparing them a glance or apology.
Then, it became more deliberate. In Potions, you overheard him taunting a Gryffindor girl for botching her assignment, his words dripping with disdain. During Quidditch practice, he shouted at his teammates with a venom youâd never seen before, his frustration palpable even from the stands.
It didnât just confuse youâit confused everyone.
Heeseung had always been popular, not just because of his looks or his Quidditch skills, but because he was charismatic. He had a way of making others feel comfortable, seen, and valued, even if they werenât in his social circle. But now, that warmth was gone.
You overheard students whispering about him. âWhatâs gotten into Heeseung?â one Ravenclaw asked her friend as they passed you in the hallway. âHeâs acting like a total git lately.â
âI know,â her friend agreed. âHeâs not like this. Itâs so weird.â
And it was weird. Heeseung wasnât like this. He wasnât the type to knock books out of a first-yearâs hands and keep walking, or to purposely humiliate someone in front of their peers just to get a laugh. But that was exactly what he was doing now, and every time you saw it, you felt that ache in your chest grow deeper.
What had changed?
You wanted to convince yourself it didnât matter anymore. He wasnât your problem. He had made that clear when he kissed someone else and shattered your heart in the process. But as much as you tried to turn a blind eye, you couldnât.
This wasnât just about you anymore.
Heeseungâs behavior was affecting everyone, and the boy who had once made you laugh until your sides hurt was now someone you barely recognized. Watching him spiral like this hurt more than you cared to admit.
But the question remained: why? What had turned him into this unknown version of himself?
The answer to that question was revealed to you one day, completely by accident.
You were on your way to your common room, distracted as you dug through your bag, mentally ticking off the homework you still had to finish. You werenât paying attention to your surroundings, not until someone grabbed your arm and yanked you into an empty classroom.
You yelped, stumbling as you turned to face your captor. âWhat theââ
A Slytherin girl stood before you, her wide eyes darting nervously toward the door, as though she was afraid of being followed or heard. She placed a finger to her lips, hushing you before you could finish your sentence.
âWhat is your problem?â you hissed, yanking your arm out of her grip.
âShh!â she insisted, glancing toward the corridor one last time before shutting the door behind her. Her actions were suspicious, like she was about to do something she wasnât supposed to.
You crossed your arms, glaring at her. âCare to explain why you just dragged me in here?â
She stepped closer, lowering her voice. âYouâre Heeseung`s girlfriend.â
The mention of his name immediately sent a pang through your chest, but you held your ground. âWas,â you corrected sharply. âNot anymore.â
She rolled her eyes. âWhatever. Look, I donât have a lot of time, so just listen. Heeseungâs not himself.â
You frowned, your skepticism evident. âIâm aware of that. Thanks for pointing out the obvious.â
âNo, you donât get it.â She leaned in, her expression serious. âHeâs not himself because heâs under the influence of Amortentia.â
The words hit you like a slap, leaving you momentarily speechless. âWhat?â
She nodded, her voice urgent now. âThat girlâYoonheeâsheâs been dosing him with Amortentia for weeks. Thatâs why heâs been acting so different.â
Your heart raced as you processed her words, disbelief swirling in your mind. âYouâre lying,â you said, your voice trembling. âWhy would she do that?â
The Slytherin girl let out a humorless laugh. âWhy do you think? She wanted him, and she didnât care how she got him. But itâs not just about making him fall for her. Sheâs using the potion to influence him, to turn him into someone else. Sheâs controlling him, and youâve seen the result.â
Your mind reeled as the pieces began to fall into place. The sudden change in Heeseungâs personality, the cruelty, the way heâd dismissed you so coldlyâall of it made a sick kind of sense now.
âSheâs dangerous,â the girl continued. âAnd if someone doesnât stop her, Heeseungâs going to be completely lost.â
You stared at her, your emotions a whirlwind of anger, confusion, and disbelief. âWhy are you telling me this?â
She hesitated, guilt flashing in her eyes. âBecause itâs wrong. I thought about staying out of it, but Heeseung doesnât deserve this. And... neither do you.â
Your fists clenched at your sides as rage surged through you. The betrayal you had felt from Heeseung was now redirected toward Yoonhee, the girl who had manipulated him, stolen his free will, and shattered your heart in the process.
If this was true, then Yoonhee had taken everything from youâand from him.
You took a deep breath, meeting the girlâs gaze. âHow do I stop her?â
The Slytherin girlâs lips pressed into a thin line before she said, âIâll help you, but we have to act fast. The longer she keeps him under her control, the harder itâll be to break him free.â
You suddenly narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms. âAnd how do I know I can trust you?â
She sighed, running a hand through her hair in frustration. âLook, I get why youâd be suspicious, but I donât have anything to gain from this. Iâm only telling you becauseâŠâ She hesitated, looking almost embarrassed before continuing. âBecause Iâve seen how Heeseung was with you. And then Iâve seen him with Yoonhee. And itâs not the same.â
Her voice softened as she spoke, her gaze meeting yours. âWhat you and Heeseung hadâit was real. It was... cute, even. He was different when he was with you. Like he couldnât stop looking at you, like you were the only thing that mattered. I swear, he practically had hearts in his eyes whenever you were around.â
Your heart clenched at her words, the image of Heeseungâs affectionate smile flashing in your mind.
âBut with Yoonhee?â she continued, her tone sharp. âItâs fake. Everything about it feels wrong. He doesnât look at her the way he looked at you. Thereâs no warmth, no care. Itâs like... like heâs just going through the motions, like a puppet on strings. And the way she parades him around, acting like she owns himâitâs sick.â
Her voice grew quieter, tinged with guilt. âI should have said something sooner. I shouldâve stopped it when I first realized what she was doing. But I didnât, and now things have gone too far. I just... I couldnât keep watching it anymore.â
You studied her face, searching for any sign of deception, but all you saw was genuine regret.
âYou really think what we had was real?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
She nodded firmly. âI know it was. Anyone with eyes could see it. Heeseung doesnât look at anyone the way he looked at you. And if you still care about him, even after everything, then you need to help him. Because what Yoonheeâs doing? Itâs not love. Itâs control. And itâs destroying him.â
Taking a deep breath, you nodded. âOkay. Iâll help. But if this turns out to be some kind of trickâŠâ
âItâs not,â she said quickly, her eyes steady and resolute. âI promise.â
âGood,â you said, squaring your shoulders. âBecause if she thinks she can get away with this, sheâs dead wrong.â
After speaking with Hyejin who had revealed everythingâyou went straight to the library, your mind set on one thing: finding an antidote to Amortentia.
You scoured the shelves, your fingers brushing over the spines of dusty Potions books, each title longer and more complicated than the last. "Advanced Alchemical Properties of Magical Infusions," "The Elusive Art of Potionmaking," "Rare Remedies and Their Applications"ânone of them seemed to promise the straightforward answers you were hoping for.
Potions had never been your strong suit, and as you flipped through yet another heavy tome filled with convoluted instructions and obscure ingredients, you groaned in frustration.
Why did Potions have to be so complicated? Couldnât it be more like Herbologyâstraightforward, clear, and easy to follow? You were confident you could have whipped up a solution in no time if that were the case. But instead, you were drowning in endless jargon about precise stirring techniques, moon phase timings, and ingredient substitutions.
And the worst part? Heeseung had always been the one to help you when Potions overwhelmed you. His natural skill in the subject had been your saving grace more times than you could count, and the irony wasnât lost on you that now, when you needed help the most, he was the one you were trying to save.
After what felt like hours of fruitless searching, you let out another groan, slamming the book in front of you shut. âWhy are there so many books on Potions?â you muttered under your breath. âWhy canât this be simple? Just a page with ïżœïżœAmortentia antidoteâ in big bold lettersâhow hard would that be?â
You stared at the pile of books in front of you, exhaustion creeping in as you realized just how out of your depth you were. You needed help, and you needed it fast. But who could you turn to? Heeseung was out of the question, and you didnât trust Hyejin enough to rely on her completely.
You racked your brain, thinking of anyone who might have the skill and knowledge to guide you. Your mind flashed to someone unexpectedâsomeone you hadnât considered at first but who might be your best shot.
Professor Slughorn.
He wasnât exactly your favorite teacher, but he was an expert in Potions, and if anyone could point you in the right direction, it was him. The problem was convincing him to help without spilling the entire truth. After all, you couldnât exactly admit that a student was brewing and using Amortentia without risking expulsion for everyone involved.
Still, you didnât have many options. If you couldnât find the answer here, then youâd have to take the risk and ask for guidance.
You were just about to leave the library, your mind still swirling with frustration, when you collided with someone. The impact sent you stumbling back a step, your bag nearly slipping from your shoulder.
âOh! Sorry about that!â you said quickly, steadying yourself.
âNo, no, itâs my fault,â the other person replied, their voice warm and apologetic.
When you looked up, you were surprised to find yourself face-to-face with Myung Jaehyun, a Gryffindor student. You didnât know him particularly well, but you knew of himâhe had a reputation for excelling in Potions, often earning praise from Professor Slughorn.
The proverbial light bulb practically lit up over your head as an idea struck you. Jaehyun could help.
You smiled, stepping closer to him, which made Jaehyunâs cheeks flush slightly. He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze for a moment. âUm... something wrong?â
âNo, not at all,â you said, your tone light and friendly. âActually, I was just thinking... youâre good at Potions, right?â
He nodded. âI guess? I mean, yeah, Iâve always done well in class. Why?â
âWell,â you said slowly, leaning in slightly, âI was wondering if you could help me with something. Itâs just a tiny matter, really.â
Jaehyun blinked, clearly intrigued. âUh, sure. What do you need?â
âIâm looking for a book,â you explained. âOne that has information about antidotes for Amortentia.â
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. âAmortentia?â
You nodded, trying to keep your expression casual. âYeah. I, uh... just need to look up something for a project.â
Jaehyun seemed to consider this for a moment before his face lit up. âOh! I know exactly what you need.â He walked over to a nearby shelf, scanning the rows of books with practiced ease before pulling one out. He handed it to you, flipping it open to the right chapter. âHere. Chapter 14, page 237. It has a detailed section on love potions.â
You took the book from him, relief flooding through you. âThank you so much, Jaehyun. This is exactly what I needed.â
Jaehyun hesitated for a moment, then cleared his throat. âIf you want... I could help you with the brewing process. Itâs tricky, and, well, Iâve done similar antidotes before.â
You practically jumped at the offer, your enthusiasm catching him off guard. âReally? Youâd help me?â
âOf course,â he said, smiling shyly. âWhen do you want to start?â
âAs soon as possible,â you said quickly. âThis is kind of... urgent.â
âAlright,â Jaehyun agreed, his smile growing more confident. âLetâs meet in the Potions classroom after dinner. Iâll bring the ingredients weâll need.â
You nodded, clutching the book tightly. âThank you, Jaehyun. Really. Youâre a lifesaver.â
He rubbed the back of his neck again, his blush returning. âItâs no problem. Iâm happy to help.â
With a grateful smile, you hurried out of the library. You finally had a planâand someone to help you execute it.
After dinner, you made your way to the Potions classroom, your nerves buzzing. As you stepped inside, you saw Jaehyun already at one of the workbenches, his sleeves rolled up and his hands deftly working.
When he noticed you, he offered a small smile and gestured for you to sit next to him.
âYouâre early,â you said, setting your bag down on the bench.
âWanted to get a head start,â Jaehyun replied, his voice warm. âI figured the quicker we get this done, the better.â
You nodded, settling into the chair beside him. As you looked around the dimly lit classroom, a thought occurred to you. âIs it even okay for us to be here after class hours?â
Jaehyun chuckled softly, shaking his head. âDonât worry. Professor Slughorn lets me stay after hours pretty often. He says itâs good-spirited of me to practice brewing and experiment.â
You raised an eyebrow. âGood-spirited, huh? Thatâs... surprisingly nice of him.â
Jaehyun shrugged, still focused on grinding the ingredients in front of him. âHeâs not so bad. As long as you donât blow up the classroom, heâs pretty lenient.â
You laughed lightly at that, feeling a bit of the tension in your chest ease. As Jaehyun began measuring out a vial of liquid and carefully adding it to the cauldron, you watched him work.
âIs there anything I can do to help?â you asked, not wanting to just sit idly.
He glanced at you, his eyes crinkling slightly in a smile. âSure. Can you chop those gurdyroots? They need to be sliced thinlyâabout this size.â He held up a perfectly cut piece as an example.
âGot it,â you said, grabbing a knife and the roots. You carefully started cutting, doing your best to match the size Jaehyun had shown you.
Occasionally, Jaehyun would give you instructions or correct something you were doing, his tone always patient and encouraging.
âYouâre doing great,â he said at one point, glancing over at your neatly sliced gurdyroots. âI might have to recruit you as my brewing partner from now on.â
You snorted. âDonât get too ahead of yourself. Potions and I have a... complicated relationship.â
Jaehyun laughed, his warm, boyish chuckle filling the room. âWell, youâre doing fine tonight. Just keep that up.â
The antidote was slowly coming together, the cauldron emitting a faint shimmer as the ingredients combined.
âDo you think this will work?â you asked softly after a while, watching the potion swirl in the cauldron.
Jaehyun looked at you, his expression serious yet kind. âIf we follow the instructions exactly, it should. Potions like this are tricky, but Iâm confident we can pull it off. And if something goes wrong, weâll try again.â
His reassurance eased some of your worry, and you nodded. âThank you, Jaehyun. I mean it. You didnât have to help me, but you are.â
He shrugged modestly, his cheeks tinged pink. âItâs nothing. Besides, itâs kind of nice working on something like this with someone else for a change.â
You smiled at that, feeling a bit lighter for the first time in days.
After some time the potion was finally done. The cauldron shimmered with a silvery glow, and Jaehyun carefully ladled some of the antidote into a small flask. He corked it tightly and handed it to you, his smile warm but cautious.
âHere,â he said, placing it gently in your hands.
You stared at the flask, relief flooding through you. âThank you, Jaehyun,â you said, looking up at him with a grateful smile. Without thinking, you leaned in and hugged him tightly.
Jaehyun stiffened for a moment, clearly caught off guard, but quickly relaxed and awkwardly patted your back. âYou donât have to thank me. Really.â
âI do,â you said, pulling back and clutching the flask to your chest. âI owe you one. Big time.â
Before he could respond, you turned and hurried out of the classroom, determination burning in your chest.
The Great Hall was buzzing with the usual hum of students talking and studying. You scanned the room until your eyes landed on Hyejin, sitting at a corner table with books and parchment spread out in front of her. She looked like she was drowning in notes, a quill tucked behind her ear as she scribbled furiously.
You approached her, sliding into the seat across from her. She glanced up, her brow furrowed in confusion until she saw the flask in your hand.
âYouâve got it?â she asked, her eyes widening slightly.
You nodded, setting the flask on the table between you. âIâve got the solution. Literally.â
Hyejinâs tense expression softened, and she let out a small sigh of relief. âThatâs good. Really good.â
You noticed her Herbology textbook then, along with her chaotic notes. The scribbled diagrams of plants and ingredients were barely legible, and she had several crossed-out answers on her parchment. She caught you looking and groaned, slumping back in her chair.
âDonât judge me. Herbology is not my strong suit,â she muttered, rubbing her temples.
âDo you need help?â you asked, raising an eyebrow.
Hyejin gave a humorless laugh. âDesperately. Professor Sproutâs quizzes are impossible, and if I donât pass the next one, Iâm doomed.â
Smiling, you reached into your bag and pulled out your own Herbology notes. âHere. These might help.â
Her eyes widened as she saw the neat, color-coded pages you laid in front of her. âOh my God, youâre an angel,â she said dramatically, grabbing them like they were a lifeline.
You laughed, leaning over to point out some of the key points. âOkay, this section on Venomous Tentaculaâjust remember that its sap is only dangerous when exposed to direct sunlight. Write that down.â
âThank you,â Hyejin said softly after a while, looking up from her notes. âFor this. And... for everything else.â
âYouâve already done plenty to help me,â you replied with a small smile. âItâs the least I can do.â
--
The next day, you sat on your bed, nervously fiddling with the hem of your robes. The weight of what was about to happen pressed heavily on your chest. You had given the antidote to Hyejin that morning, entrusting her with the task of breaking the spell that had bound Heeseung to Yoonhee. Sheâd reassured you with a confident smile that she could slip the potion into his drink during lunch, all without raising suspicion.
You could have been there yourself to witness it. You could have stood nearby, watching from the shadows to make sure everything went as planned. But the truth was, you were scaredâterrified, even.
You couldnât face Heeseung. Not now. Not after everything that had happened. What if the antidote didnât work? What if he still didnât feel anything for you, even after the spell was broken? What if... what if he hated you?
The thoughts spiraled in your mind as you sat there, staring at the wall of your dormitory. You felt ridiculous for being so anxious, but the idea of seeing him again, of looking into his eyes and not knowing what youâd find there, was almost too much to bear.
So youâd chosen to wait. To stay here, in the safety of your room, and let Hyejin handle it. Sheâd promised to relay everything to you afterward, and you trusted her.
A soft knock at the door startled you out of your thoughts.
âItâs just me,â your roommate said, poking her head inside. âYou okay? Youâve been in here all morning.â
You nodded quickly, forcing a smile. âYeah, just... not feeling great today. I think Iâll skip lunch.â
She gave you a sympathetic look before leaving, and you sighed in relief once the door closed again.
The waiting was unbearable. Minutes felt like hours as you sat there, your mind playing out every possible scenario. You tried to distract yourself by flipping through a book, but the words blurred together on the page.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, there was a knock at the door againâthis time more urgent.
You jumped up, your heart racing as you opened it to find Hyejin standing there, slightly out of breath.
âItâs done,â she said simply, stepping inside and closing the door behind her.
You stared at her, your throat suddenly dry. âAnd? Did it work?â
Hyejin nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. âIt worked. I saw it in his eyes the moment the potion broke. Heeseung... he looked so confused at first, like he didnât know where he was or what was happening. But then Yoonhee tried to cling to him, and he pushed her away.â
Your breath hitched. âHe did?â
âYeah. And he asked her what sheâd done to him. She tried to play innocent, but you could tell she was panicking. I donât think anyone else noticedâit wasnât exactly a sceneâbut Heeseung wasnât buying her act. He left pretty quickly after that, though. I think he needed time to process everything.â
You sank back onto your bed, your mind reeling. Relief, hope, and dread all swirled together in your chest. Heeseung was free. He was finally free.
But now what?
Hyejin sat beside you, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. âGive him some time,â she said softly, as if reading your thoughts. âHeâs going to come looking for you. Iâm sure of it.â
You nodded, your hands trembling slightly as you gripped the edge of your bed. All you could do now was waitâand hope that when Heeseung finally found you, the boy youâd fallen for was still there, waiting for you too.
You didnât leave your room for days. The sick, uncomfortable feeling in your body refused to go away. It was as if the weight of everythingâyour heartbreak, the fearâhad finally caught up to you, pinning you to your bed and draining you of energy.
Your housemates noticed. They brought you food, their class notes, and even small trinkets to cheer you up, but nothing seemed to work. You mumbled thanks to them, forced weak smiles when they tried to joke, but the truth was, you felt numb.
Hyejin came by often, sitting on the edge of your bed and filling you in on everything happening outside the confines of your room.
âYoonhee got caught,â she said one afternoon, her tone tinged with satisfaction. âSlughorn found out sheâd been brewing Amortentia, and sheâs been given detention for weeks. Thereâs even talk about revoking her Hogsmeade privileges for the rest of the year.â
You managed a faint smile at that. âGood. She deserves it.â
Hyejin nodded firmly. âShe does. And honestly, people are starting to avoid her now. Her little group of friends isnât as tight as it used to be. Guess thatâs what happens when everyone finds out youâve been manipulating someone with a love potion.â
Your smile faded as the conversation shifted to Heeseung.
âAnd... Heeseung,â Hyejin started carefully, watching your reaction. âHeâs been... different.â
You stiffened slightly but said nothing, letting her continue.
âHeâs been asking about you. Like, constantly. Heâs desperate to find you. I think heâs even checked the library three times in one day,â she said with a small laugh, though it didnât reach her eyes. âHeâs back to being... well, himself. But he looks miserable, and honestly, heâs really worried about you.â
Your chest tightened. You wanted to feel relieved, but instead, the sick feeling only deepened. You hated how much you still cared, how even hearing about Heeseung made your heart twist painfully.
âI donât know, Hyejin,â you whispered, your voice hoarse. âI just⊠I canât see him right now.â
Hyejin sighed softly, reaching out to squeeze your hand. âI get it. I do. Take all the time you need. Just... donât shut yourself out completely, okay?â
You didnât respond, simply looking down at your blanket as Hyejin stayed with you a little longer.
It wasnât until one evening, when the common room was quiet and your dorm was empty, that you finally let yourself cry. The frustration, the sadness, the guiltâit all poured out of you in heavy, silent sobs as you clutched your pillow.
You were happy Yoonhee had faced punishment. You were relieved that Heeseung was free from her influence. But you were also scaredâscared of facing him, scared of what he would say, and scared of how much you still loved him, even after everything.
Before you knew it, the day of the annual Christmas Ball at Hogwarts had arrived. Normally, you wouldâve been excited. Your mother had even sent you a beautiful golden gown, one that shimmered like sunlight when you first pulled it out of the box. Youâd twirled in front of the mirror, imagining how the soft fabric would float around you as you danced.
But now? Now you had lost all reason to go.
The thought of attending made your stomach churn. The idea of walking into that grand hall, of possibly running into himâit was too much.
Unfortunately, your housemates had other plans. They werenât about to let you stay locked up in your dorm forever, wallowing in shame and fear. After days of patient encouragement, they finally pulled you out of bed, insisting you at least attend a few classes. Begrudgingly, you relented, figuring it would stop their nagging if nothing else.
The morning started off easy enough. You didnât have any classes with Heeseung today, which gave you some peace of mind. Still, you couldnât shake the paranoia that he might show up out of nowhere.
And, honestly, that paranoia wasnât entirely unfounded.
It was as if Heeseung had a built-in radar for you. More than once, you caught a glimpse of his dark hair in the corridors, his eyes scanning the crowds as if he were searching for someone. For you.
Every time, you ducked behind corners or slipped into empty classrooms to avoid him. It was harder than you expected, given his persistence. You had to wonder if heâd memorized your schedule or something.
By the time your last class ended, you were exhaustedânot from the lessons, but from all the hiding and running. You slumped into your seat at dinner, barely touching your food as your housemates chattered excitedly about the ball.
âYouâre still coming tonight, right?â one of them asked, nudging your shoulder.
You hesitated. âI donât know...â
âOh, come on,â another chimed in. âYour mom sent you that gorgeous dress! You have to go.â
You sighed, poking at the mashed potatoes on your plate. âIâll think about it.â
But even as you said it, you doubted youâd actually go.
As the evening drew closer, you found yourself back in your dorm, staring at the golden gown hanging from your wardrobe. It truly was stunning, the kind of dress youâd dreamed of wearing to an event like this.
For a moment, you almost let yourself imagine itâdancing under the enchanted ceiling, laughter and music filling the air.
You shook your head, turning away from the dress. You werenât ready for that.
Just as you were about to crawl back into bed, however, your dormitory door burst open, and your housemates barged in with determined looks.
âNope, weâre not letting you sit this one out,â one of them declared, grabbing your arm and pulling you to your feet.
âWhat are youââ
âListen,â another interrupted, âyou donât have to stay the whole night. Just come for a little bit. Wear the dress, take a few pictures, and if youâre really miserable, you can leave. Deal?â
You opened your mouth to argue, but the hopeful, pleading looks on their faces stopped you. They just wanted you to have fun, to feel normal again, even if only for a little while.
â...Fine,â you muttered, earning cheers from the group.
Before you knew it, they were helping you into the golden gown, fixing your hair and makeup, and hyping you up like you were royalty.
âYou look amazing,â one of them said, beaming as they adjusted the final curl in your hair.
You didnât feel amazing, but you forced a small smile.
Your housemates dragged you down the corridors toward the grand hall, their excitement became contagious. Despite your initial reluctance, you found yourself starting to feel... a little excited, too.
When you finally stepped into the grand hall, your breath hitched. The space was utterly transformed, shimmering with holiday magic. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the enchanted ceiling, disappearing just before they touched the ground. The chandeliers sparkled like stars, and the tables were adorned with golden centerpieces. Everything looked like it had been plucked from a dream.
But then you saw him.
Heeseung.
He was standing near one of the refreshment tables, laughing softly at something a fellow Slytherin said. Emerald green suit, tailored to perfection. His hair, slicked back, revealed his sharp jawline and those intense eyes. But as your gaze lingered on him, you noticed something elseâhe looked tired.
It wasnât until he glanced your way and his eyes locked onto yours that you realized youâd been staring.
Your heart jumped in your chest, and before you could even think about turning away, he was moving. Heeseungâs long strides cut through the crowd like a magnet pulled him toward you.
âOh no,â you squeaked, panic bubbling in your chest.
You instinctively turned to your friends for help, but all you saw were their grinning faces and two very obvious thumbs up.
Ah, so they planned this.
You shot them a silent glare, but before you could even consider fleeing, a firm hand grabbed yours. Heeseungâs grip was gentle but insistent as he pulled you away.
âH-Heeseungâ!â you started, but he wasnât listening.
He didnât stop until heâd guided you to a quiet corner of the hall, away from the prying eyes of your fellow students. The noise of the ball faded into the background as he turned to face you, his hands still holding yours.
Your breath caught.
Up close, he looked even more handsome, but those tired eyes, paired with the slight downturn of his lips, made your chest ache. He looked... vulnerable.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. He just stared at you, taking in every detailâthe golden gown that hugged your figure, the way your hair framed your face, the faint shimmer of your lips.
âYou look beautiful,â he said softly, his voice hoarse, almost as if he hadnât used it in days.
You blinked, momentarily stunned. You werenât sure how to respond, your thoughts still scrambling to catch up with the fact that he was here, holding your hands, looking at you like that.
Finally, you managed to mumble, âYou look... good too.â
The corner of his mouth twitched up into a small, tired smile. âThanks,â he said, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles.
Heeseungâs gaze softened as he opened his mouth to speak. âY/N, Iâm so sorry. Forââ
You cut him off, shaking your head. âNo, Heeseung. Stop. It wasnât your fault. It was Yoonheeâs. You didnât ask for any of this.â
He blinked, stunned by your words, but his expression quickly shifted to one of concern. âThen... why?â he asked softly, his voice trembling. âWhy have you been avoiding me?â
You looked down, biting your lip, unable to meet his gaze. But he wasnât having it.
Gently, he tilted your chin up with his fingers, forcing your eyes to lock with his. His touch was soft but firm, his eyes desperate. âPlease,â he murmured, his voice low and pleading. âPlease look at me, Y/N. I need to see you. All of you. I need to understand.â
You swallowed hard, his intensity making it difficult to breathe. Your heart pounded in your chest as you searched for the right words.
âI...â You hesitated, but his unwavering gaze gave you the courage to continue. âI was scared, Heeseung. Scared that... you wouldnât like me anymore. That whatever we had before was gone. And it hurt. It hurt so much that I didnât know how to face you. I felt so... drained. So tired. I had no energy for anything. It was like everything good was just gone.â
He listened intently, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek as tears spilled from your eyes. He didnât interrupt, didnât try to justify anything. He just... listened. Like he always did.
When you finally finished, a silence hung between you, heavy.
And then, without warning, Heeseung wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tightly against his chest.
You froze for a moment, startled, before slowly relaxing into his embrace. His scentâfamiliar and comfortingâwashed over you, and you felt like you could breathe again.
âBaby...â he whispered into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. âI would have waited forever for you to feel okay again. Because youâre the only woman I love in this world. The only one Iâve ever loved. And nothingânothingâis ever going to change that.â
Your breath hitched as his words sank in, the sincerity in his tone breaking down the walls youâd built around your heart.
âI want a future with you,â he continued, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. His hands framed your face, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears that had fallen. âI donât care about anyone else. I never did. Itâs always been you. Always.â
His words left you speechless, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.
âI love you,â he said, his voice steady and sure. âAnd Iâll spend the rest of my life proving that to you if I have to.â
Tears spilled down your cheeks as you nodded, a shaky smile breaking through. âI love you too, Heeseung,â you whispered, your voice barely audible.
Heeseungâs lips curved into a soft smile, his eyes glistening with relief and adoration. Without another word, he leaned in slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull away if you wanted. But you didnât. Instead, you closed the gap between you, meeting him halfway as his lips pressed against yours in a kiss.
Your heart raced as your hands instinctively reaching up to grip the front of his emerald green suit. His arms wrapped securely around your waist, pulling you closer, like he was afraid to let you go. The kiss was slow, deliberate, as if he was reassuring you that this was real, that he wasnât going anywhere.
When you finally pulled apart, both of you breathless, his forehead rested against yours. Heeseungâs smile widened, his thumbs gently rubbing circles against your sides.
âIâve been waiting to do that for so long,â he murmured, his voice low and filled with affection. âAnd Iâll never stop, as long as you let me.â
You laughed softly, your cheeks warming as you looked up at him. âYouâre so dramatic,â you teased, though your tone held no malice.
âMaybe,â he admitted with a playful smirk, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.
But before either of you could say anything more, a loud burst of laughter echoed from the main hall, reminding you both that you werenât exactly in a private setting.
Heeseung chuckled, glancing over his shoulder before looking back at you. âCome on,â he said, grabbing your hand. âLetâs go somewhere quieter. Iâm not done with you yet.â
You raised an eyebrow, your lips quirking up. âOh? And where exactly are we going?â
He grinned mischievously, tugging you gently along. âYouâll see,â he said, his tone light and teasing.
Heeseung led you through the dimly lit corridors, weaving between tapestries and statues until you reached a secluded alcove. It was quiet, away from the bustling energy of the Great Hall, and the faint sound of music and laughter felt like it was miles away.
Leaning casually against the stone wall, Heeseung tugged you closer by your hand, his other arm snaking around your waist as he grinned down at you. âNow this,â he murmured, âis more like it.â
You couldnât help but giggle, feeling a bit giddy as he twirled a strand of your hair between his fingers. The way he looked at you, like you were the only person who mattered, sent your heart racing.
Before you could respond, you found yourself leaning up, your lips brushing against his in a kiss that was soft at first, but quickly deepened. His hand tightened on your hip as he pulled you flush against him, and you reached up, tangling your fingers into his perfectly styled hair, making it deliciously messy.
Heeseung groaned softly against your lips, the sound sending a thrill through you as his hand slid to the small of your back, holding you steady. The kiss was everythingâintense, like he was making up for all the lost time, for all the days youâd been apart.
When you finally pulled back, both of you breathless and slightly disheveled, he let out a low chuckle. âThere goes my hair,â he teased, his voice husky as he glanced at you, his lips still red from your kiss.
You smirked, smoothing down the strands youâd mussed up. âI think it looks better this way,â you quipped, earning a playful roll of his eyes.
âYeah?â he said, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against yours. âWell, if it makes you happy, I guess Iâll allow it.â
Heeseung's playful nature shone through as he leaned in, his nose brushing against yours, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I could get used to this," he whispered, his breath warm and tickling against your skin. "You looking all beautiful and mussed up."
You smiled, feeling a rush of excitement at his words. "Well, if you like it, I might just keep it this way," you replied, a hint of challenge in your voice. "Although, I think I might enjoy seeing the look on your face if I went back to being perfectly put together."
With a playful roll of his eyes, Heeseung leaned in again, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss. But this time, his hands went to your dress, his fingers trailing along the neckline, subtly revealing more of your skin.
You giggled into the kiss, a sound of both pleasure and surprise. "Naughty boy," you teased, trying to hit his hand away, but Heeseung was unmoved, his focus solely on you and the kiss.
His hands continued to tease, gently tugging at the fabric of your dress, revealing more of your shoulders and collarbone.
"You know I can't resist you," he murmured against your lips, his voice low and seductive. "Especially when you look like this."
"I know you can't," you replied, your voice soft and filled with affection. "And I'm glad I have this effect on you." You could feel his fingers trace the curve of your waist.
Heeseung's eyes lit up as he saw the skin that had been revealed. With a smile that held both mischief and anticipation, he leaned in, his lips grazing the newly exposed skin.
He started with soft kisses, his lips brushing against your neck, his breath warm and enticing, a gentle tease, tracing the curve of your collarbone.
"You smell so good," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Like honey and spice."
His hands rested gently on your waist, his touch firm, as if you were something delicate he couldnât risk breaking.
âYouâre perfect,â he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper as his lips pressed a lingering kiss to the base of your neck. âDo you know that?â
His words made your cheeks flush, and you shook your head slightly, your hands gripping his shoulders for support. âIâm notââ
âYou are,â he interrupted, his tone so sure that it silenced any protest you could muster. His lips returned to your skin, brushing over your shoulder where the fabric of your gown had slipped just slightly.
âI could do this forever,â he whispered against your skin, his voice carrying a hint of a smile. âJust... adore you.â
You shivered at his words, warmth pooling in your chest as you gazed at him. There was nothing rushed or impatient about himâjust pure affection, as though he was savoring every moment with you.
âYouâre impossible,â you mumbled, but the smile on your face betrayed the teasing edge in your voice.
Heeseung looked at you then, his dark eyes filled with so much love it made your breath catch. âAnd yet, here I am, completely yours,â he said with a boyish grin, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of your nose, making you laugh softly.
A sudden scream sliced through the moment, making you both freeze. You turned to find Yoonhee standing in the hallway, her eyes blazing with rage, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, hatred radiating from every inch of her.
You quickly adjusted the straps of your dress, feeling a flush of embarrassment but finding comfort in the way Heeseung immediately wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.
"Yoonhee," Heeseung said, his voice calm but firm, his body still shielding you. "What are you doing here?"
She didnât answer right away. Instead, she stepped forward, her heels clicking sharply against the stone floor as she walked toward you. "You," she spat, her voice seething with venom. "You ruined everything. You always ruin everything."
The words stung more than you expected, and you felt yourself shrinking back, but Heeseungâs grip tightened around you, giving you strength.
"If you didn`t exist," she continued, her voice rising. "Everything would have been perfect. Heeseung would have been mine. I would have had everything I wanted."
You shook your head, unable to comprehend the depth of her bitterness. "Yoonhee, What areâ"
But she wasnât listening. Her gaze never left you, her eyes full of hatred as she took another step toward you. "You don't deserve him. Youâre not good enough. Youâre nothing compared to me."
Heeseung, his expression hardening, finally stepped in to talk. "Enough, Yoonhee."
Her glare shifted to him, but there was no remorse in her eyes. Instead, she let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, really? You think you can just shut me up?" She turned back to you, her face twisted with anger. "You think you can steal him from me and everything will be fine? You donât know him like I do."
You swallowed, your throat tightening at her words, but Heeseungâs presence kept you steady. His voice, low and firm, cut through her words. "Youâre wrong, Yoonhee. Youâve always been wrong. This isnât about you, and it never was. Iâm with her because I want to be. Youâre the one who needs to let go."
For a moment, there was silence, the tension thick between the three of you. Yoonhee stood there, fuming, but Heeseung didnât flinch.
"You canât do this, Heeseung," she hissed, her voice full of desperation now. "You donât even know what youâre giving up. You think she cares about you? Sheâs just playing you like everyone else. Sheâs not even worthy of you."
Heeseungâs expression softened, but there was no uncertainty in his eyes. "Youâre wrong, Yoonhee. Sheâs everything to me, and Iâm not walking away from her."
Yoonheeâs shrill scream filled the room, and before anyone could react, she lunged at you. Her hands shot out, grabbing your arm and yanking you away from Heeseung with surprising strength. You stumbled back, her nails digging into your skin as she tried to shove you down. Her eyes were wild with fury, and for a moment, you froze, too stunned by the violence of her attack to respond.
But then, something inside you snapped. All the weeks of anger, hurt, and confusion flooded back. The betrayal, the humiliation, the endless nights of crying and wondering what went wrongâit all surged up at once. This was the girl who had stolen Heeseung right out of your life. The one who had used Amortentia to control him, to warp his feelings, to hurt you. The one who had made you feel small and insignificant.
No, you wouldnât let her do this anymore.
With a fierce yell, you shoved her off, your fist flying instinctively. The punch connected with her cheek with a satisfying thud, the force sending her staggering backward. Her eyes widened in shock, hand flying to her face as she stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
Yoonhee gaped at you, her breath coming in short, furious gasps. "You... You bitch!" she snarled, voice shaking with rage.
But you stood your ground, heart racing, every ounce of your being wanting to scream and lash out. You felt the heat of your own anger, the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You werenât backing down anymore. "No," you said, your voice trembling but fierce, "you don't get to do this. You don't get to ruin everything for me and Heeseung. You donât get to play with peopleâs feelings."
Yoonhee glared at you, hands trembling with fury. "You think youâve won, donât you?" Her voice was a low hiss. "You really think heâs yours? Heâs not. Heâll always come back to me."
Heeseung stepped forward, voice cutting through the tension. "Youâre done. Iâve told you before. Iâm with her, not you."
Yoonhee looked between the two of you, her face flushing red with humiliation. The silence that followed was deafening. She was seething, but there was no more fight left in her. She stood there for a moment, glaring at you, and then, with a final look of disdain, she turned on her heel and stormed away.
You let out a breath, feeling your body go limp, the tension draining from your limbs. Heeseung moved towards you immediately, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you close.
"Are you okay?" he murmured, his voice soft and concerned.
You nodded slowly, though your heart was still racing from the confrontation. "Iâm okay," you whispered, your voice hoarse. "I just... I donât know what came over me."
Heeseung pulled back slightly, cupping your face in his hands and looking into your eyes. "You did what you had to do," he said gently. "Youâve been through so much because of her."
"And besides I like seeing that side of you," he said, his voice warm and genuine. "The way you stood up for yourself."
You smiled, feeling a rush of warmth fill your chest at his words.
"Iâm proud of you," he whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.
You held him tighter, feeling grateful for everything that had brought you to this point. "I love you," you whispered.
"I love you too," he replied.
a/n: i feel emotional now
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Hum⊠đ€ actually got so influenced by all your dbd fics that im currently downloading the mobile game⊠đ
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Hello! cute lil moot game... Your most supportive moot The moot you miss the most The moot you'd marry The moot you wanna be friends with in real life A moot who you think is cool
Oh dear.. this is a hard game!
Most supportive:
All of my moots are supportive!
Miss the most:
@gyuuberryy & @mrsjjongstby
Marry:
@bamguetismee & @aceheexx & @jorje-giggly & @concerned-terrapin & @mirramirra
Irl friends:
@dollyyun & @v1rtua1ang3l & @starf4lls & @hollxe1 & @sumsumtingz & @obyyyy
Cool:
@ikeuverse & @sleepyhoon & @dksfml & @zorange13
This was tooooooo hard >:(
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