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#MAKE HIM BEG (FOR THAT PâSSY!)
ĘÉ summary. how the jjk men look when they beg for it. are they reluctant as they force the words out or pathetic as they whine for it? . . . ft. gojo, geto, toji, choso + sukuna.
warnings. fem!reader, pussydrunk men of course, oral (f receiving), masturbation, penetration (p in v), riding, mating press, sukunas inspired by that one scene in wolf of wall street yupp, 18+ mdni.
SATORU GOJO â BREAKS IN NO TIME!
satoru may spend a short while attempting to defy your orders to beg for what he wants, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away with a petulant pout pushing at his lips.
but with you sitting there oh-so-temptingly next to him on the bed clad in nothing but a fuzzy pink nightgown and looking so painfully beautiful, god is it hard to keep up his childish stubbornness.
just look at it from his point of view for a moment... he's the strongest; he shouldn't have to plead with anyone for anything, right? hell, one could even argue that you should be the one begging him to lay his hands on you.
but if he's being completely honest with himself, he doesn't quite feel like the strongest whenever he's with you â no, it's the opposite, in fact... you make him weak.
weak enough that he's willing to throw caution to the wind and abandon his infamous prideful streak entirely to beg for you.
"please." satoru mumbles under his breath, like a child finally apologizing to their parent after being sent to the corner and thinking about what they've done for the appropriate amount of time.
"what was that, toru?" you hum teasingly, raising an eyebrow and stretching your leg out to poke his thigh with your recently pedicured foot. "i didn't quite hear you."
the white-haired man groans dramatically, peering over at you with his wide, uncovered cerulean eyes. he's needy; you can see it dancing clearly in his irises â but you're not about to let him off the hook that easily.
"can you say it again for me, hmm?" you prompt in a tone just dripping with exaggerated sweetness as you slowly drape your leg across his lap, relishing in the way his pale hands visibly twitch at his sides with the desire to touch it.
your boyfriend looks like he's mere moments away from lighting up a hollow purple as he fixes his stare upon your leg, refusing to look anywhere near your own eyes as he forces out another, more desperate, "please."
"good boy," you praise as a reward, watching with bemusement as satoru tries to cover up the way the two simple words affect him. but you know him too well, and the subtle squirm of his hips against your leg gives him away. "that wasn't so hard, was it?"
satoru grumbles a few retorts under his breath, but quickly loses his train of thought when you lift your leg from his lap, slowly spreading both limbs to expose the sheer panties you'd adorned especially for tonight.
"oh, baby," he groans from low in his throat, pupils dilating at an alarming speed as his tongue darts out to wet his suddenly chapped lips. "look at you..."
"just look?" you repeat cheekily, tilting your head to the side as you observe his completely transfixed reaction â it's almost laughable how easily you can break him down into a pathetic mess. "you don't wanna touch even after you begged so nicely for me?"
"n-no!" satoru shoots back without missing a beat, mop of messy white locks bobbing as he frantically shakes his head from side to side. "i wanna touch, pretty girl. i really wanna touch... can i?"
you barely have time to nod before your boyfriend is between your spread legs, effortlessly pushing them even further apart as he buries his head exactly where he wants it to be â right up against the slick crotch of your translucent underwear.
and he's utterly drunk on everything about your pussy in moments; the tempting scent of your gushing arousal that wafts through the material as he rubs his nose against it, the way the see-through fabric sticks to your skin and allows him a perfect view of your puffy folds.
"so gorgeous." satoru mutters reverently, lovesick eyes flicking up to meet yours as his freakishly long tongue lolls out to lick a slow, thorough stripe up the soiled front of your panties.
you're not sure who moans louder; him or you. all you do know is that it doesn't take long for his eager mouth to be directly over your cunt, ruined underwear tossed somewhere nearby without a second thought.
"y'should... make me work for it... more often, baby," he pants against you between obnoxious slurps and frequent groans of enjoyment at your saccharine flavour. "somehow, it makes this pretty pussy taste even sweeter."
SUGURU GETO â TURNS THE TABLES ON YOU!
suguru has no problem in indulging you if you want to switch things up in the bedroom every now and again. you want him to beg for you? sure, he can do that.
...because he knows that the roles will be reversed soon enough.
so when you pull him away from your gushy cunt by his hair after he's just spent the last few blissful hours down there coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of your writhing body, he's waiting patiently for whatever you want to say.
"if you want to be inside me next... you have to beg for it," you say breathlessly, trailing your fingers from the back of his silky, loose hair down to the nape of his neck and squeezing. "can you do that for me, sugu?"
suguru pretends to consider it for a moment, tilting his head to the side and peering up at you with thoughtful violet eyes. after a few moments, he responds. "hmm... i see no reason why i can't."
your surprise is evident on your face at just how quickly he agreed â when you first decided you wanted to try this, you assumed it would take atleast a little bit of convincing to get him to go along with it.
...but apparently not.
"wow. um... just like that?" you chuckle in a soft puff of startled air, eyebrows raised as you watch him stand up from his knees and rest his large hands over your bare thighs.
"what? did you expect me to put up a fight or something, baby?" suguru purrs gently, leaning down so his face is inches from yours, hot breaths mingling together. "nah. my girl's pretty pussy is worth begging for, don't you think?"
you swallow thickly, his sultry words making a gush of arousal ooze onto the sheets beneath you as your eyes briefly flick down to his lips which are still swollen and shiny with your juices. "i wouldn't have asked you to if i didn't think so."
he releases a low, velvety laugh at this before slowly spreading your legs wider to make room for himself and crawling onto the mattress to settle between them.
suguru reaches down past the waistband of his grey sweatpants to wrap a tanned hand around his neglected cock, giving it a few pumps while his gaze stays fixed upon your glistening wetness.
and he just keeps doing this for a few long moments, making your body instinctively squirm around in need as you observe his ministrations with an air of impatience. "i-isn't this the part where you're meant to do the begging?" you force out, hoping your voice isn't too audibly uneven.
he simply smiles at this â a lilting, amused little smile that makes you feel like he might know something you don't. "i will, sweetheart. just getting myself ready first."
a few minutes pass, yet he still makes no move whatsoever to start pleading with you; and naturally, you're starting to become more and more restless, itching for something, anything to happen.
then suddenly, without any warning whatsoever, suguru pushes both his sweats and boxers down in one fell swoop, instantly drawing your attention to his thick, veiny cock as it slaps against his toned abdomen, reddened tip angry and drooling from all the teasing he's been doing to it.
and you're so fixated on the sight before you that you hardly even notice when he slyly lines himself up with your entrance, rubbing his leaky cockhead around it in slow, infuriating circles.
"w-what are you doing, sugu?" you gasp, brows pinching in a mix of annoyance and pleasure at his deliberately un-coordinated movements; he's working you up on purpose... but why?
"nothing." suguru hums entirely innocently, blinking down at you with an air of nonchalance that doesn't fail to irk you.
for a while, silence falls between you as you both gaze intently at where your bodies are connected â so close to becoming one but not quite there yet.
and then, the somewhat tranquil moment is suddenly snapped into a thousand tiny pieces by the loud, wet slap! of your boyfriend's flushed tip slapping against your cunt.
and it makes you release a pitiful cry, needy hips instinctively bucking up against him in search of more friction. but he abruptly pulls away before your skin can touch again, still sporting that strange smile.
"you want something, pretty girl?" suguru croons in a deceptively sweet tone, reaching down to trail a slender finger down the supple skin of your tummy and relishing the way your hips buck again in response.
"y-yes," you whine pathetically, too desperate to be full of him to even process how this situation has somehow been turned completely on its head in mere minutes. "please, sugu... need you."
"thereee we go... who's the one begging now, hm?" he chuckles loudly, eery smile finally widening into the smug grin he's evidently been holding back this whole time. "see what i did there?"
"...i hate you."
"no you don't, baby."
and he's right; you don't. and when he distracts you by finally, finally beginning to ease himself inside your throbbing heat, you think maybe the tables being turned on you wasn't such a bad thing after all.
TOJI FUSHIGURO â YOU'LL HAVE TO WEAR HIM DOWN!
ââyou want me to what?â toji grunts in response, a thick dark eyebrow raised in exasperation as he looks at you like youâd just grown a second head.
âyou heard me perfectly fine, toji.â you huff with a small roll of your eyes. of course he isn't going to make this easy for you. he never does.
âyou seriously want me to beg to fuck that needy little cunt of yours?â he scoffs loudly, jabbing a finger in the direction of your dripping core as if to prove his point. âi think you should be the one begging me to do that, dollface.â
âthatâs what i do every night already,â you deadpan, crossing your arms over your chest and observing the way he simply shrugs in response. âweâre trying something different this time.â
âoh, are we now?â toji drawls mockingly, tilting his head to the side and eyeing you with a bemused half-smile tugging at his scarred lips. âand what makes you so sure iâll even agree to go along with this, hm?â
âwell⌠because if you donât, then you get no pussy tonight.â you counter in a decisive hum, closing your legs and sealing yourself away from his view.
âreally? that's the best y'got?â he snorts obnoxiously, waving a dismissive hand in your direction and turning his head back to the television screen at the end of the bed as if to showcase how unaffected he is by your threat.
toji may be stubborn as a mule, but so are you; which is a good thing because it means you work well together, but a bad thing (for him) because it means that two can play at this little game heâs started.
so while he pretends his attention is solely fixed on whatever is quietly playing on the tv, you not-so-subtly begin sliding a hand down the length of your body, eyeing him carefully for any signs of a reaction.
you know youâre making progress when he covers up the way a groan threatens to rumble from deep in his throat when he notices your hand finishing its descent and disappearing between your legs by clearing his throat into his fist.
he holds out for quite a while, honesty. it must be taking a herculean effort on his part not to snap when you begin releasing shameless moans and gasps of pleasure right beside him, coupled with the lewd squelching sounds emanating from your cunt.
but toji is just a man, after all â and one that is not used to being denied what he wants, at that. so it's not long at all before he breaks, practically ripping his clothes to shreds in his haste to be inside of you right now.
you stop him before he can line himself up with your entrance by placing a hand on his bare chest, a victorious smile pulling at your lips as you tilt your head to the side. "forgetting something, big man?"
"huh? oh, y'mean a condom? sorry, baby, 'm all out." he mutters while shooting an apologetic grin in your direction, quickly turning his focus back to pushing his gushing tip towards your fluttering hole.
"no, not that," you chuckle in bemusement, giving his chest a light shove to stop his advances yet again. "i'm fairly certain i said no pussy for you unless you beg for it, didn't i?"
toji's grin falls comically fast, replaced by a small scowl of annoyance as he leans back on his haunches. damn it, he'd been foolish to hope you would've forgotten about that already.
"jesus christ, fine... please?" he forces out with about as much enthusiasm as a young child about to go to their first day back at school after a long vacation, the words coated in bitterness as they fall from his tongue.
"alright, i see you don't really want it then, so i'll just see myself outâ"
"fuck no, you're not going anywhere, dollface," toji grunts before you can even take a single step towards the door, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and effortlessly pulling you down onto his lap. "i'll even beg all proper for ya, okay? please can i have you, mama?"
"...i suppose." you respond with a small smile, trying to hold back the smugness threatening to bubble up into your tone as you realize that your little plan actually worked.
but as per usual, you end up being the one begging for more once toji starts bouncing your pliant body up and down on his fat, curved cock that just fills you up so good.
...no surprises there.
CHOSO KAMO â BEGS ALREADY (A LOT!)
choso has absolutely no problem being pathetic for you.
he feels that it's a blessing just being able to exist in your mere presence, so it's only fair that if he wants anything more than that then he should ask nicely, right?
he has no idea why anyone wouldn't get down on their knees and beg for the privilege of getting to touch someone as pretty as you, especially when you walk into the bedroom in nothing but one of his oversized shirts.
"baby..." choso mutters quietly, voice already slightly whiny as he watches you perch yourself on the edge of the bed he was lazily sprawled across before your entrance.
"hmm?" you hum, feigning obliviousness, as you peer at him over your shoulder â and oh, is he adorable like this. all pale, blushing cheeks and an involuntary pout pushing at his full lower lip.
"you look so pretty right now," he murmurs quietly but sincerely as his wide chestnut eyes trail over your form with barely concealed reverence dancing in his irises. "...w-well, i mean, you always look pretty. but especially right now." he adds for good measure.
"why thank you," you respond with a soft smile, reaching out to lightly trail your fingertips across the distance of his sharp jawline and relishing in the way his entire body visibly shivers as a result. "is there by any chance something you want, cho?"
choso audibly gulps at the gentle and knowing tone of your voice, letting his eyes flutter closed for a few beats before opening them again. "m-maybe."
"maybe?" you repeat in a light chuckle, raising an eyebrow and grasping his chin between your thumb and forefinger to make sure his gaze stays directly fixed upon you. "i know you can do better than that, baby. c'mon, use your words for me."
his pouting lower lip trembles ever so slightly at your coaxing words, the rapidly growing bulge in his sweatpants twitching violently in a way that borders on painful in response. "want y-you."
"hmm... better, i suppose. but still not good enough." you tut in disappointment, removing your touch from his chin entirely and observing the way he chases after your hand with silent amusement.
slowly crawling across the mattress, you perch yourself upon his lap before the poor boy can even process what's happening, placing your hands over his hipbones to stop his inevitable squirming.
"if you want something, you have to be specific," you drawl in a low, sultry caress of a tone, languidly rolling forward against the not-so-subtle hardness you can feel beneath your ass. "now... tell me, cho, what is that you want?"
choso appears to be mere moments away from bursting into a fit of tears at your teasing movement, his pale hands clenching into white-knuckled fists against the bedsheets as he peers up at you pleadingly through the messy strands of dark hair that have fallen across his forehead.
"i-i want you to... to fuck me," he murmurs timidly, each syllable audibly shaking with embarrassment as it leaves his mouth. no matter how many times the two of have been intimate in the past, he still remains as shy as ever. "please."
"thereee we go," you coo warmly, hands giving his hips a gentle squeeze in reward for his obedience. "didn't even have to ask you to beg, hmm? you did it all on your own like a good boy."
choso merely nods furiously, his desperate facial expression doing all the talking for him as you lift your body up for a moment to tug his sweatpants (which are already decorated with a small pre-cum stain) down.
it's not long before you're settled atop his needy, pulsing cock, unable to resist his repeated adorable whimpers and mewls to feel you around him â and oh, does it feel better when you've teased him just a little beforehand.
he's going feral within seconds, pulling your pliant body down to his face practically suffocate himself with your pillowy tits while he ruts up into like an animal in heat.
as you brace yourself for a bumpy ride, you can't but think that if there's one thing you never have to worry about with choso as your boyfriend, it's him refusing to beg for you.
...but what you do have to worry about is the very real possibility of him bruising your cervix with how deep his relentless thrusts are reaching.
RYOMEN SUKUNA â KINGS DO NOT BEG... RIGHT?
ryomen sukuna is the king of curses. and, coincidentally, last time he checked; kings do not beg.
so when you have the sheer audacity to ask him to plead with you for the mere privilege of getting to touch your mortal cunt, to say he is outraged would be a dire understatement.
âabsolutely not.â sukuna grunts firmly, crimson eyes narrowing in annoyance as he waves a dismissive hand in your direction, the action not dissimilar to what he would've to one of his old concubines when he was finished with them.
but you're irritatingly persistent, refusing to let the matter go for the entire duration of the night as if you truly believe there's a chance you can break his ironclad resolve.
"you must be deluded beyond comprehension to think i would ever stoop so low as toâ" he begins to grumble, but for some reason, finds the end of his sentence disappearing from his mind when he lays eyes upon what you're currently doing.
there you sit, at the foot of his throne, skirt pushed up to reveal the lack of... well, anything underneath as you shamelessly sprawl your legs apart to give him an unobstructed view of your sweet cunt.
"fuck, woman," sukuna practically growls, the sound guttural and raw as it escapes from deep in his throat. he shifts subtly in his seat, craning his neck downward to get a better look at you. "what on earth do you think you're doing?"
"who, me?" you hum, feigning complete obliviousness as you slowly but surely lift a leg up and press the end of your high heel against the arm of his throne.
"yes, you," he scoffs incredulously, crossing his tattooed arms over his chest and attempting to continue remaining unaffected by your little display. "do you see anyone else in here flashing me their bare pussy?"
you make a show of glancing over both shoulders before turning back and shaking your head with a mock-innocent smile stretching at your lips. "huh. you're right, looks like i'm the only one."
sukuna only responds with an unamused grunt at your childish antics, the sound quickly melting into a rough groan when you lift up your other leg as well, body now entirely open and just ripe for the taking.
he finds himself instinctively reaching out a thick hand before he even realizes what he's doing, only for you to pin it down with the end of your heel without it managing to make contact with your skin.
"ah ah," you hum chidingly, tilting your head to the side and peering up at him through fluttering lashes. "you know what you have to do if you want to touch, ryo."
sukuna scowls fiercely, fully aware that he could effortlessly pull his hand from under your shoe and snap your pretty little ankle in half in one swift movement... but he won't do that, of course. (maybe)
he could also just take what he wants right here, right now, without having to humiliate himself by pleading â but he supposes if he's going to do something so utterly unbecoming of himself like begging for someone, it might as well be for you.
so as soon as the pathetic syllables of the word "please" leave his disgruntled mouth, he doesn't wait a single second to pounce on you, easily folding your legs up to your head so your heels frame either side of your face.
"but don't think this little stunt of yours will go unpunished," sukuna mutters gruffly in your ear as he impatiently tugs his robes open. "next time, i'll make you take both my cocks. then you'll be the one begging me; not for more... no, but for me to stop."
Š 2024 SUGOROO.
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in which youâre forced into having a talk with your ex-boyfriend, rafe cameron, on the boat ride to morocco.
being a pogue and rafe cameronâs ex was not easy. although you dated shortly before he killed peterkin, and you were sure he barely even remembered your favourite colour, seeing him blatanly disrespect you and his friends, and go down a path you tried so hard to prevent him from, was hard to watch. but now heâs picked himself up since ward died. you thought you had another chance to at least be on good terms. sending flowers and a card to tanneyhill when ward died, smiling at him when youâd see him around. it didnât work, he still hated you and your friends.
fortunately, he redeemed himself ever so slightly by volunteering to take the pogues to morocco. rafe had to find chandler groff, you guys wanted the blue crown. it was perfect.
until jj punched him, that is. he knocked him out cold. with a scolding âjj!â coming from majority of the pogues, including you, jj carries him down into the downstairs washroom and ties his wrists to a pole. they donât trust him, which is fair. you donât either â you shouldnât, anyway.
rafe was down there quietly for a mere half hour until he woke up with a groan from his head hitting the ground earlier, followed up with yelling once he realizes he was stuck down there.
all touching your noses and saying ânot itâ the minute pope suggests someone going down there to check on him, youâre the unlucky one who said it last. shutting up your protests, john b gently coaxes you downstairs, saying things like, âyou used to mack on himâ, âthis is good, you know himâ, âhe wonât hurt you,â john b leaves you downstairs once you make it to the door of the bathroom. knocking gently, you timidly ask, âcan i come in?â
thereâs no answer. you can picture him. wrists tied, brows furrowed, eyes closed tightly as his head leans against the wall and towards the ceiling. his gorgeous stressed face. you slowly open the door, peeking your head in. âhi,â you say gently, timid around the scary and aggressive man you have the curse of calling your ex.
ââŚhey,â rafe says, voice rough as he shuts his eyes tight.
unsure what to say, you awkwardly stand there and stare down at him. âum, i brought asprin,â
âright, right, like i can fuckinâ swallow it. what, you gonna throw it in my mouth like a.. seal or something?â sassy, his upper lip lifts a bit as he thinks about it and isnât very fond of the idea.
a second of silence as you figure out what to say. ââŚum, ill just set it down here,â you say, putting the container down beside him. âsorry about your head.â
âyeah, uh, your little boyfriend canât control his fists, huh?â
ââŚnot my boyfriend,â you correct softly, though youâre not sure why you feel the need to tell him that. âbut no one really.. trusts you, rafe, so you kind of brought this on yourselfââ
he quickly interrupts you. âbullshit. you know why thatâs bullshit? because i was helping. who got you this boat, huh? me. i did. rafe. iâm the reason that you guys arenât swimming, or some shit, to north africa. iâm being helpful and understanding, and this is what i get. you think thatâs fair?â when youâre stood there in silence at his sudden raised voice, he repeats, âyou think thatâs fucking fair, y/n!?â he kicks a can in anger.
itâs like youâre his girlfriend again as you sit down next to him instantly instead of running. you get deja vu to the time three years ago when he was high on coke and got kicked out of the house. everyone ignored him except for you. â..um, okay, iâm gonna give you some asprin,â you say softly. âhelp your head. open,â you tell him, grabbing a pill as he gives you a look but opens his mouth. you pop it in his mouth and he dry swallows. âthere.â
you two share a look. you donât think itâs a bad look by any means. he looks frustrated still, but thereâs an underlying gentleness in his eyes, as if he registers youâre still the same girl you were when you two were together. ââŚand, um, for the record, i donât think itâs fair that youâre down here. you helped us, thats.. nice.â
the word âusâ when referring to you and the pogues makes him feel weird. âi donât get why you hang out with them,â he mutters as he looks at the ground. âtried so fucking hard to keep you away from them when we were.. together.â
âi know,â you whisper, your gaze dropping as well, to his tied wrists. you feel awful. âtrust me, your warnings still play in my head when iâm with them sometimes,â
âyou remind me of sarah.â he says. youâre not sure what that means.
âyou hate sarah,â
ânah, nahâ i donât hate her. hate who sheâs turned into,â he adjusts himself. âshe makes me sad. iâm sad for her, alright? she had so much potential.â he shrugs. âbut thereâs no saving her. sheâs in too deep,â he looks back up at you again. âi think thereâs saving you, though,â
ââŚthis is weird, rafe,â
âhow?â he asks.
âbecause in the years weâve been broken up, youâve never talked to me about this. feels like itâs a⌠trick or something,â
âitâs not a trick,â he assures, voice still rough. âlook, iâm out half a mill, iâm tied up in a bathroom, iâm probably gonna.. die or something. i got nothing to lose, may as well tell you my concern,â
âum, i appreciate it,â you say gently, unsure how to respond. âand iâm gonna go back upstairs.â
âheyâ no, woah, woah, woah,â he stops you quickly. âstay. okay?â
âi should go up and help with dinner, thoughââ
âno, stay. iâ i want you to stay, okay? i donât wanna be down here alone, and i want you away from the pogues,â
he doesnât wanna be alone. you feel bad for him all over again, nodding gently as you sit back down beside him. you always were so good for rafe.
youâre not sure how long youâll be down here with him. maybe until itâs late at night and heâs asleep. so gently, after about five minutes of silence, to ease some of the tension and pass the time, you murmur a, âtruth or dare?â
rafe just smiles.
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I was like 11-12 years old when I figured out at a boring-ass church activity that you could put rocks into little plastic spoons and then pelt people who annoyed me with them. I did this for the rest of the activity, and at Sunday dinner the next night was bragging about my victory (cornering the mean kid who picked on my youngest brother and pelting him with rocks). One of my cousins was like âno way, that sounds SO fun! Letâs do that RIGHT NOW!â So we grabbed spoons and went and got pebbles from the back yard and launched them at each other.
The problem was my grandma sold her soul for the worldâs most resilient plastic spoons so we could launch those fuckers HARD. I gave out welts like candy on Halloween, and I got them back in kind.
So we resorted to taking cover and giggling until we got whacked, then yelping, then returning fire.
My cousin hid in my grandpaâs little fishing boat. It was a good boat, but simple and honestly underused. We didnât know the little windows on it, meant to keep the wind out of my grandpaâs face while he drove, were cracking. However, they were definitely cracking. Eventually it became obvious and we realized we had been being dumb.
This was NOT the first time in my life Iâd been dumb roughhousing and broken something, and I had developed a reputation in my family as being âsuicidally honestâ so I was the one to deliver the bad news. My grandpa let out a pretty good chuckle and said it was OK, tousled my hair, and asked my grandma to bring me cake. I am not kidding. I learned later he hated his boat and only bought it for his kidsâ sakes, since he thought everyone needed to know how to fish. At the time though I was just bewildered and pleased at my good fortune. FINALLY, at long last, being honest and telling the truth about breaking something expensive was getting me cake. I knew if I kept trying it would eventually serve me, and now so had CAKE. I was pleased as could be.
My dad, on the other hand, was livid. He LOVED that boat. He spent several weeks each summer recovering from breaking ribs in that boat every year for about 7 years prior to this incident. He had great memories and memories that boat. So he told my Grandma NO cake for me AND that Iâd be coming by this weekend to fix stuff around the house and pay for the broken window with my babysitting/lawn mowing money.
Obviously I was devastated, but that felt more in-line with the way things normally went when I broke something expensive so I just figured it was OK. My grandpa gave my grandma a look and sadly said âOk, have her here on Saturday to help me with some yard work.â
That Saturday my dad woke me up at 6:00 sharp and drove me, sleepy and bewildered, to my grandpaâs house. He was mumbling under his breath the whole time but he thought he was teaching me consequences for my actions so he was ultimately OK with it.
We get to my grandpaâs house at 6:15. My grandpa is outside with a ladder hanging Christmas lights. The lawn is freshly mowed, the trees and garden are weeded and well-tended to, the carnations in the front yard look immaculate, and my grandpa has this giddy mischievous look on his face. He tells me he was so excited that I was coming over that he couldnât sleep, so he did all the yard work himself. He asked me to help him put up Christmas lights and decorate the Christmas tree, which I did, then said that because I was such a good helper I could have some pancakes for breakfast. I was sent home with the slice of cake I had been denied the week before, wrapped to keep it as fresh as possible.
The whole way home my dad looked a little miffed, but told me that he was glad I had been honest and was proud of me for helping grandpa. I know he wanted me to Learn a Lessonâ˘ď¸the cowboy way, like he had as a kid, but didnât have much room to complain since Iâd still been Put To Work.
I think that was a lesson for both of us, although Iâm not totally sure what it was supposed to show me. I think it was my grandpaâs way of showing my dad that discipline without tenderness doesnât count as much. He died last year and I miss him terribly, as does my dad. I hope that my story of victory, drama, punishment, and ultimately a secret second victory is meaningful to someone else out there, but if not it still means a lot to me â¤ď¸
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Damian Al Ghul-Wayne AKA âNighthawkâ
Age 26. Formerly known as âMantisâ, Damian was Batmanâs partner and sidekick from ages 10-18. During this time he makes a handful of similar-aged allies (and eventual friends) but is ultimately one of few child vigilantes for a while. Tension builds over the years, as Damian is desperate to prove himself worthy of the Batman mantle and Bruce is hesitant to sentence his son to such a bleak legacy. Damian dies and is resurrected at age 18. Shortly after being stripped of his title, he returns as Nighthawk, an aggressive but resolutely non-lethal hero. Over time he and Bruce relearn to coexist, thought not without great difficulty amidst the conflict of Timâs emergence as Cricket. Damian still feels his fatherâs rejection and dreadfully anticipates the day he is cast away yet again, but he does his best to include himself in Bruceâs chosen childrenâs lives, having grown to know itâs not their fault. Nighthawk is now known as Gothamâs most merciful vigilante.
Timothy Drake-Wayne AKA âDrakenâ
Age 21. Formerly known as âCricketâ, Tim convinced Batman at age 14 to let him join his crusade by leveraging his knowledge of his and Damianâs identities (gained through a mix of process of elimination & a hunch regarding damianâs relation to the league of assassins, his time of conception, and bruceâs travel records). Feeling Damianâs absence, Bruce accepts his proposal, inaccurately assuming he wouldnât grow as attached to a child who shared no blood relation to him. When Timâs parents die, heâs adopted at age 16. Troubled by their death, he becomes Draken at age 17. Bruce notices a few concerning statistics in Timâs patrols but is unable to confront him as he adopts Jason and then Dick soon after. When Bruce is reported to be dead, he left explicit instructions to not allow Damian to become Batman, leaving Tim as his successor. Not long after this, Tim runs off to look for Bruce, leaving Dick and Gotham to fend for themselves. During this period it is known that Tim was exposed to a lazarus pit, but he has done extensive work to conceal the events that took place during his search. Tim eventually returns with evidence of Bruceâs survival, seemingly unchanged by his journey beyond a strip of white hair and green eyes.
Jason Todd-Wayne AKA âThe Red Hoodâ
Age 16. Formerly known as âFireflyâ, Jason was adopted at age 12 after being caught stealing the tires off the batmobile. Unwilling to trust Bruce Wayne, Jason was promised the opportunity to become batmanâs sidekick, just as Tim (who jason admired) had. At 13 Jason is thought to be dead. In actuality, he was held in an abandoned wing of Arkham Asylum being tortured by the joker for over a year and a half. There have been recent reports of a Red Hood operating in gotham, and while few details are known at this time it is of note that Dick seems to be quite avoidant of any conversation regarding him. Interestingly, the Red Hood has shown a steep decline in fatalities following his initial hostile takeover of the gotham drug trade. While his presence is felt, the Red Hood is rarely seen. Despite this, the Red Hood has been known to protect the children of Crime Alley, and reportedly has only ever spoken directly to children.
Richard âDickâ Grayson AKA âNightwingâ
Age 13. Formerly known as âRobinâ, Dick was adopted at age 10 when Tim and Bruce were in the audience as he watched his parents die in an orchestrated trapeze incident. Although Dick is determined to track down his parentsâ murderer, Damian and Bruce try their best to convince him otherwise. Before they can break through to him, Tony Zucco is found dead in the harbor with no known cause or motivation behind his death. With the choice taken from him, Dick ultimately accepts Bruceâs terms and chooses to become Robin, being Batmanâs sidekick alongside Jason for a little under a year. When Bruce dies, Dick is justifiably upset by the division of the family and Damian does his best to support him alone after Tim disappears. Still reeling from the loss of his parents, then Jason, then Bruce, and now the sting of Timâs abandonment, he begins to lash out and question the sanctity of the no kill rule. He becomes Nightwing at age 13 soon after Bruceâs return to life, having begun to associate the name âRobinâ with death and betrayal. Dick claims he has had no contact with the Red Hood. In an attempt to socialize Dick with non-crimelord vigilantes his age, Damian and Jon formed the Teen Titans, which, in hindsight, may have been more trouble than it was worth.
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my baby | l.n.
synopsis: in which you bring your son to his daddyâs first ever race
a/n: based on this request!! i changed things up a little and only made it fluffy, hope you like it!!
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Ever since your son was born, you and Lando had had multiple talks regarding exposing him to the world and bringing him to the paddock.
He was still so little, being only a few months old, so there was a lot of discussion between the two of you about when would be a good time to finally introduce your son to that part of Landoâs life.
You debated a lot about firstly which race would be the best one for him to attend, finally settling on Silverstone. It was a very special race for the both of you, it was Landoâs favorite race weekend, his whole family would be coming and would be able to eagerly help, should any situations arise during the weekend, you were close to your UK home.
It was honestly the best decision in that aspect.
McLaren had been so kind as to send you some little T-shirts with Landoâs name and number on the back, some headphones so you could protect Noahâs ears. He was all ready to go, all clad in his papaya shirt and little cap.
However, as much as Lando had been looking forward to finally having the both of you in the paddock since Noahâs birth, he was suddenly feeling more anxious as youâre about to leave the house and go to the track.
You noticed the frown he had on his face and how deep in thought he seemed to be, walking over to him with Noah right on your hip, sucking on his pacifier in silence.
âWhatâs wrong? Are you okay?â you asked him, putting a hand on his shoulder and rubbing it affectionately.
âYou agree this is a good idea, right? Weâre not rushing him into this, itâs completely okay and safe to bring him with usâ he asked, looking at you with worried eyes.
Looking at him so desperate for reassurance, you remember your first days as a new mom, worrying about every single thing that Noah would do, what you should do with him and what you shouldnât, calling your mother and Landoâs mother every half an hour with another question.
Itâs normal for new parents to be anxious, and Lando was now feeling the protectiveness that came with having a baby of your own and bringing him out into the world.
âBaby, weâve talked about this. We have it all figured out. Your family is going to be there if anything does happen, we have your whole team there who are more than eager to help with anything. Weâll be fine, this little guy will have the time of his lifeâ you said, smiling at the quiet boy in your arms and bouncing him in your arms, chuckling alongside Noah as he started to giggle and wave his arms in the air.
Lando smiled, looking at Noah like he was the center of his universe, like nothing could ever measure up to how much love he had for his son.
He was ready, so there was no reason why Lando shouldnât be ready. After all, he had you by his side.
He didnât need anything else if he had you.
âAlright, letâs get going thenâ he declared, sitting up and taking Noahâs bag from you, determined to carry everything to the car by himself.
You chuckled, shaking your head as you adjusted little Noah on your hip.
âLetâs go and bring daddy some good luck, shall we?â you cooed at Noah, admiring his little smile and clap when he heard the word âdaddyâ in a sentence.
Such a daddyâs boy.
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âDo you want me to turn the car around and just take you guys home? Iâm sure nobody would mindâ Lando said as soon as he parked the car in his designated spot.
You looked at him confused.
âWhy? Did something happen?â you asked, keeping an eye on Noah who was currently too busy playing with his feet to pay attention to the two of you.
Lando sighed, resting his head against the seat and closing his eyes.
âI just think weâre rushing into it. Heâs still young and Iâm worried that something could happen to him while Iâm in the carâ he confessed, and you let out a knowing sigh.
âI know youâre stressed out and worried, but you have nothing to worry about. Iâm going to be with him the entire time and your entire family is going to be with me. He literally canât be more taken care ofâ you said, joking a little at the end to help him breathe a little.
Lando smiled, chuckling a little before twisting around to look at you in the backseat.
His eyes naturally gravitated towards Noah, who was happily playing with his McLaren teddy bear the team had gifted Lando when Noah was born.
âSometimes I wish we could keep him away from all of this for the rest of his lifeâ he said, his eyes focused on his son.
"I know, but right now, you don't have to worry about him. You know I won't let him out of my sight" you said, making Lando smile at the thought of you going all mama bear on your son.
"Alright then, off we go" Lando unbuckled his seatbelt, exiting the car and opening your door for you.
He made quick work to grab the diaper bag and all of his essentials while you lifted Noah up from his car seat and settled him on your hip, cooing at the smiley little boy.
"Ready?" Lando asked as he came to stand next to you, putting his arm on the small of your back and leaning down to press a kiss on Noah's head.
"Are you ready to see dada race?" you cooed at Noah, tickling his tummy lightly, which prompted him to burst into giggles.
âMy lucky charmsâ Lando whispered, looking at the two of you with so much love.
He truly couldnât have asked for anything better in his life. The trophies, the wins, the losses, they didnât compare to this. To you, to your son, nothing could ever compete with how much Lando cared for his family.
As you started walking towards the paddock entrance, your passes clutched in Landoâs hand, you kept Noah close to you, trying to shield his face from the cameras as best as you could.
You softly maneuvered his head so his face was buried into the crook of your neck, which Noah immediately complied with because he loved it when you held him close.
âIâll do my best to hold them offâ Lando whispered as he scanned your passes and already noticed the hoard of paparazzis that were waiting for him to arrive.
You nodded, smiling politely at the cameramen as Lando quickly walked with you towards the McLaren hospitality.
Clicks and flashes could be heard all around you, every single one trying to get a glimpse of your baby boy, but Lando was having none of it.
âLando! Over here!â
âIs that your son?â
âCan we see him? Just a pictureâ
Every single word fell on deaf ears as Lando continued to lead the three of you away from them, thankful when the shouts ceased and there was nobody around you anymore.
âThey sure know how to try and get what they wantâ you said, letting out a big breath that you hadnât realized you had been holding in.
âItâs an invasion of privacy, they should have some respect, especially when they can see Iâm with my familyâ he grumbled, his jaw muscles clenched.
You slowed down your walk until you came to a halt, resting your hand against his cheek.
âHey, weâre okay. Calm down, weâre both fine, okay?â you said, waiting for an answer as Noah started squirming in your arms.
âYeah, Iâm goodâ Lando replied after finally feeling himself calm down a tad, resuming your walk towards the hospitality.
When you arrived and entered the building, the first thing that you saw was Landoâs family eagerly chatting amongst themselves, clearly waiting for the 3 of you to finally arrive.
You didnât even get to think about anything before Noah was taken from your arms by Landoâs sister, Flo, cooing at him and beaming at the smiley boy.
There was nothing more pure and warming than seeing the bond between Landoâs family and your son. He was also the first grandchild on your side of the family, so that little boy was as spoiled as one could be.
âHow are you doing, dear?â Cisca snapped you out of your thoughts as she came to stand next to you, Lando having gone to his driverâs room to unpack his things.
âIâm okay, a little tired from the jet-lag, but doing alright. A little nervous to have Noah here with me, but you all being here puts mine and Landoâs mind more at easeâ you said, giving your mother-in-law a side hug.
âWas he terrible when you were talking about coming with Noah?â she asked, smiling knowingly.
You laughed, shaking your head affectionately at how well she knew Lando.
âHe freaked out about 4 times before we even got out of the carâ you said, making the woman laugh.
Lando emerged into the room again, immediately frowning once he saw that Noah was still not back in your arms.
Both you and Cisca watched as his eyes searched the entire room for him, finally settling on the boy happily babbling to his auntie Flo, Lando immediately going over to them.
And as you all sat there with each other, both you and Lando realized what a great support system you had and what a perfect family you have built together.
His win, of course, only solidifying his saying that you were both âhis lucky charmsâ.
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Betting your girl's mouth on a basketball game was crazy â and Suguru was all for it.
After taking a loss that may or may not have been deliberate, jock!Suguru wears a dirty grin on his face while watching you suck his best friends virgin cock like a good girl, loving the nasty wet noises you make while slurping up and down nerd!Satoru's pulsing shaft, slowly stroking himself to the sight of you on your knees, making cock disappear in your mouth like magic.
And Satoru â the poor boy â is losing his mind because he's never felt a woman's lips around his dummy big cock before. He used to tell you that sex is beneath him â now he's throwing his head back, gritting his pearly whites, curling his toes and biting his bottom lip 'till it's all red, totally surrendering to your little mouth â it's just so funny to you, 'cause he's been the know-it-all bastard telling you "... you're just Suguru's slut. If you paid as much attention in class as you did to my best friend's dick, maybe you'd amount to something. Do you even remember what we learned yesterday? Exactly. But I do â that's why I'm the top student and you're just â "
Bla bla bla... Satoru's now showing you how much precum his dummy big cock leaks â it's a sticky mess oozing out of his tip all over your quivering tongue. You looked up at him and winked, and he seethed inside because god he's hated you for so long but now your lips are wrapped around his cock and your mouth is taking him to heaven.
He's whining, biting into his fist, knees all wobbly. the texture of your tongue drives him nuts â then it clicks. oh, this is why my best friend is obsessed with his girlfriend. This is why he can't shut up and stop oversharing his sex life with me.
'Cause heaven really does exist on her tongue.
"fuck, slow down..." Satoru tries to ease his cock out your mouth, feeling his orgasm threatening to erupt at any moment.
But Suguru pushes you back down on his cock, filling your cheeks again, "nah, keep going baby, he's gonna cum â aren't you Satoru? You're gonna cum in my girl's mouth, huh? Come on, big boy, I know how long you've wanted this. Fill this little slut's mouth with your cum."
Those taunting words push him over the edge. His heavy balls tighten up as he feels you suckling his swollen head, and then white ropes come bursting out.
"Ahhâgh! Fuck... nn!"
Satoru's legs give out and he moans like you've never heard a man moan before, releasing all the cum he's worked up for you like he's been waiting years to do this. Actually, he has been waiting years â waiting patiently to find an opportunity to make your jaw ache and eyes well up with tears.
"Baby, you gonna swallow my best friend's cum f'me?" Suguru encourages, stroking his cock lazily against your cheek now.
He watches you compliantly swallow Satoru's seed, and Satoru twitches at the sight.
Huffing, Satoru comes down from his high and brushes his white wispy bangs out of his eyes. He's glaring down at your mouth.
"... still fucking hate you... " Satoru mutters to you in a voice still shaky with the after-effects of his orgasm.
"I still hate you, too." you smile back at him.
His heart flutters and bottom lip twitches. He can't stop staring at your lips, your eyes, your hips, your thighs.
"Ah, Satoru, quit your act â you're the one who proposed this idea in the first place."
You went red in the face. It was Satoru's idea? The mister goody-two-shoes, know-it-all, all A+++ report cards, 'sex is beneath me' Satoru?
"Huh? I thought this was your idea..." but before you can express your surprise you're already feeling Suguru nudge his cockhead against your lips.
"Sh sh, now it's my turn, baby. Open wide."
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⥠Cursing The Daylight - LN 4 âĄ
Summary: Lando hates knowing you never sleep well so when he believes he's figured out why, he makes it his mission to save his sleepy girlfriend from sleep deprivation.
Author's note: A little blurb thing I wrote at 2 am. I tried my best đ
WC: 1045
CW: Lando being a bit dumb and the sweetest person ever, fluff
You were currently cursing the daylight, watching as a blue bird flew past your window.
FuckerÂ
It was yet another sleepless night in your apartment. You continued to stare at your alarm clock, waiting for it to go off, a little reminder that if you were capable of sleeping properly, youâd still have 5 more minutes of sleep.Â
For most of your life, especially in recent years, youâve never been able to get a full night's rest. Youâd always end up tossing and turning for hours, as well as waking up about 7 times a night. Every day you would feel irritated and restless due to your lack of sleep.Â
However, whenever you slept over at your boyfriend's house, you always managed to get a good night's sleep. You and your boyfriend, Lando, have been together for about 5 months. The first night you two had spent together, was the first time youâd been able to sleep well. You woke up bright and early and you felt amazing, like nothing could stop you.Â
Over the course of your relationship, Lando came to be aware of your inability to sleep well most nights. Whenever you would sleep in your own apartment, Lando would receive mass amounts of texts from you, all about how you slept terribly and that you either needed a nap or many coffees.Â
Lando, being the ever so lovely person he is, picked up on something. The only times you would get a good night's sleep, waking up and not needing to complain about anything and everything, was when you slept at his place.Â
The mattress! The boy thought, she sleeps better at mine cause my mattress is fucking mint.Â
Upon realizing this, Lando goes and orders the same exact mattress he has, and has it sent to yours. He thought itâd be a nice surprise for you so that you can get a goodnight sleep every night. Another plus would be that you guys are coming up on your 6 month anniversary, this counts as a gift right?, thinks Lando.Â
The day Lando gets an email stating that the mattress was out for delivery, he books it to your place, wanting to be there to see your reaction to his gift and so that he could help you bring it in and set it up.Â
Lando arrives at your apartment, greeted by you with a massive smile and sparkling eyes. He wastes no time in pulling you to him by your hips and wrapping his arms around your torso. As you wrap your arms around his neck you say, âAs much as I love seeing you, what are you doing here? I thought we were going to meet up later tonight for movie night.â
As Lando pulls away to look at you, the postman has just arrived. âThatâs why.â he says, smiling cheekily and pointing to the truck behind him.Â
The both of you watch as the postman begins to unload the mattress from the vehicle, before Lando jumps in and helps the man drag the mattress to the door of your apartment.Â
Whilst Lando and the man bring the mattress into your apartment, you stand there dumbfounded.Â
What the actual fuck is going on? The only thing Iâve ordered to my apartment is a new book and I donât think the book is that big? Wait, did I order the right thing?!
As soon as the box is in your living area, you confront Lando, âLan, my love, my gorgeous boy⌠what the fuck?â you ask, pointing at the big ass box in your living area.Â
Your Lan stands there next to the box, all but swaying as he stands and gives you the biggest smile he could plaster on his face.Â
The cheeky fuck.Â
âItâs a mattress!â he says as he poses next to it, adding a pose for effect.Â
âA mattress?â you ask.
âA mattress.âÂ
After a moment of silence, where you contemplated whether to strangle him or take his credit card away from him, you ask âWhy?â
âCause, youâre always tired and you never sleep well unless youâre at my place. So I figured out why! Itâs because you find my mattress to feel so much better and comfier. I even ordered the same bed sheets I have, but I got yours in green since itâs your favorite color. They should be here tomorrow though so for tonight you can spend the night with me or we can use your old sheets.â he proposes, smiling so wide it makes your heart melt from the sweetness that you donât deserve.Â
He gets you the same mattress he has in his home, for your home.Â
âI sleep better at yours because youâre there. Not because of the mattress, you muppet!â you exclaim.Â
You watch as Landoâs face immediately drops, âwhat?â he asks. Heâs truly been stunned with this information, âWhatâd you mean itâs not because of the mattress? You mean to tell me I havenât helped solve your sleeping issues?! I thought I was smarter than all the doctors youâve seen for this issue!â
You canât help but laugh at your boyfriend's statement.Â
âGorgeous, you thought that of all the doctors Iâve seen⌠that none of them have thought that I was sleeping on an uncomfortable mattress?âÂ
Lando just stood there silent, blankly staring at a wall, likely contemplating all his life choices.Â
âFuck. So, do you not want the mattress? Seems like a hassle to return.â he states as he scratches the back of his neck, wondering how heâs going to return the heavy ass box. âWait, you sleep better when youâre around me?â he looks at you, somewhat shocked.Â
You walk up to him, taking his hands in yours and making him look you in the eyes, âGorgeous, in the time weâve been together, weâve slept on couches and several different mattresses. And I always sleep well no matter where or what we are sleeping on. I sleep better because Iâm with you, I feel safe with you.â
âOh⌠oh!â he giggles a bit. Red starts to lightly color his face, heâs blushing, âThatâs nice.â
You donât think youâve met anyone more awkward than this man, but you love him because of that, not in spite of it.Â
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falling flat | s.r.
in which you call Spencer for help with a flat tire, and he comes to help with you car troubles - and then some
margovember
who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: allusions to the reaper, car trouble, blood, tetanus vaccine, kindergarten teacher!reader, flirting, protective!spencer, takes place following 5x22 "the internet is forever", hastily edited word count: 1.87k a/n: rahhhh an old prompt from may 2024 that ended up working for a margovember request rahhh.
The absolute last place you wanted to be was on the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere Virginia, with a flat tire. You werenât entirely helpless until your tire jack broke, sending metal flying everywhere and cutting your hand open.
You slumped down next to your car, pulling your phone from your pocket before calling the first people you could think of. Every single one of them ended up going to voicemail. Some of them didnât even let it get past the first ring before declining your callâtraitors.
With your thumb hovering over the call button, you thought of Spencer. He had a PhD in engineering, but you werenât entirely sure that would come in handy in this instance. It was late, almost midnight, and you werenât even sure heâd answer.
At this point, what choice did you have?
As the phone rang, part of you hoped he wouldnât answer. When he asked you about it the next time you saw him, youâd wave it off as a butt dial and heâd be none the wiser.
âHello,â he said through the phone, leaving your plans quashed.
This was awkward, you had been on four dates with the guy over the span of two months, and now you were calling him in the middle of the night. âThis isnât a booty call,â You blurted, cringing inwardly and banging your head back on the passenger door of your car.
Spencer laughed lightly, âI didnât think it was, whatâs going on?â
âI didnât wake you up, did I?â You asked, his job had a lot of long hours, and you didnât want to bother him if he was catching up on sleep. If he was even home, âWait, where are you?â
There was a rustling on his end of the call, âNo, I wasnât asleep, Iâm at work. We just got off of a case.â
You let out a sigh of relief, at least you werenât being a total nuisance. âSorry, I donât mean to bother you. I just⌠my tire blew out on the highway and my jack broke and no one else is answering their phone,â you told him, verging on rambling.
âYouâre kind of cutting out, where are you?â He asked, he sounded concerned, and if there was a moment where you werenât sure you still had feelings for him, it was fleeting.
Looking to either side of you for a mile marker, you stood up, looking at the ground so you didnât step on any metal, âI donât really know. There arenât any signs, Iâm somewhere on 28, I think?â
Spencer cleared his throat, âDo you have your location on your phone?â
âYeah, but I donât think I have enough service to check it,â you said, all you could see were trees.
You could hear him talking to someone, holding the receiver away from his mouth, âThatâs fine, Iâll have someone look, just stay on the phone.â
It would seem that dating someone in the FBI does have its perks, âOh, cool.â You overheard Spencer explaining your situation to someone, hearing the other person in the room say something about Reidâs girlfriend and you couldnât help but smile. The two of you were very unofficially official.
âHey, Iâll be there in half an hour,â An elevator dinged in the background. âIs that alright?â
You hummed, leaning your hip against the front of your car. âI mean, Iâm not planning on going anywhere.â
Another ding of the elevator, âWill you do me a favor?â
In exchange for this? Youâd do just about anything within the realm of legality, âName it.â
âGet in your car and lock the doors,â he responded. âTurn your hazards on because right now youâre a sitting duck. If someone doesnât see your car, they could hit you.â
As a favor, he was asking you to make sure youâre safe, âOkay, Iâm getting in now, should I leave the car running?â
You heard the sound of a car lock disengaging through the phone, âAs long as the cooling system on your car is in good shape, it shouldnât be a problem to leave it running while you wait. Just remember what I told you about the hazards.â
Nodding despite the fact that he canât see you, you got in the car, turning the key in the ignition before pushing the button for your hazard lights, âOkay, Iâm in the car.â
âI canât drive and be on the phone at the same time, but Iâll be there soon. Donât unlock the doors for anyone except for me,â he told you, and you thanked him for his help before hanging up and settling yourself in your driverâs seat.
You pulled the hoodie you kept stashed in your car over your head, your school mascotâa pantherâproudly displayed in the front, and made sure your car doors were locked. If you said you werenât a little unnerved, youâd be lying to yourself.
Spencer had a worrisome job; it was something you were aware of before he ever asked you on that first date. It became alarmingly obvious to you when he revealed that heâd been shot a few months prior, which was an appropriate second-date conversation with an FBI agent. It made sense to you that heâd be concerned about you, in your idle car, on the side of the road, but you wondered if there was a case that he was thinking of. Someone with a flat tire who had met an untimely demise.
Shuddering, you turned up the heat in your car, flipping through radio stations until someone knocked on your window. You jumped at the noise, hitting your head against the roof of the car before looking outside to see Spencer. Sighing in relief, you unlocked your car door, and he opened it for you, âSorry, I didnât mean to scare you. Is your head alright?â
You peered up at him, casually leaning over your car door. âYou cut your hair,â you observed. Youâd seen him just last week, where his hair still touched his shoulders, and now it was considerably shorter.
Self-consciously, he reached up a hand and thumbed one of the tendrils, âYeah, it just got too longâand heavy.â
Resisting the urge to ruffle his hair, your head bobbed, âI like it. Did you do it yourself?â
âYou can tell?â He asked, following you around the back of your car to your busted tire. Spencer sets his tire jack down before looking back at you, putting his hands on his hips.
Grinning at him, you shrugged, âI teach kindergarten, Iâm basically a professional at noticing DIY haircuts.â
On a towel that you had previously set out, the two of you sat along the side of your car, and you tried to ignore the fact that Spencer still had his weapon holstered. It made sense, heâd come straight from work, but you wondered if there was a reason he didnât leave it in his car. âWhereâs your lug wrench?â
âI can change it myself,â you insisted, âI just needed a different car jack.â You gestured to the pieces of yours that were now all over the side of the road.
Alarm flashed on Spencerâs face, âNothing fell on you, right?â
You shook your head, âNo, just a cut from the metal.â
Holding out your hand, you let Spencer take a look at the cut on your palm. âWhen was your last tetanus shot?â
Blinking rapidly, you frowned at him, âUh, when I was in college?â
âThat might need stitches,â he responded, letting you take your hand back. âIâll change your tire, I donât want you using that hand for anything,â he informed you, pushing the hydraulic jack beneath your car.
Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as you watched him take your old tire off, muttering under his breath about how your old jack was practically an artifact, seeing how it literally fell apart under pressure. âHow was your case?â You asked softly, fully aware that you were likely opening a can of worms by asking about work.
Spencerâs movements faltered slightly at your question, âItâs closed. We were in Boise,â he answered tactfully, leaving out any case details and cluing you into the fact that he didnât want to talk about it. âWhat are you doing out here?â
You sighed, leaning back on your hands and watching him work, âI had a meeting with the other schools in our conference. Itâs annual, and this year they happened to pick the school furthest away from mine.â
âWell, I suppose it worked out well that your tire blew out so close to me, then,â Spencer said, swapping out the busted tire for the donut and looking over at you. There was something nervous in his eyes, and you didnât know if it was related to work or you.
Humming, you tried to watch the tire rather than just watching him, âIs there something bothering you?â
He was tightening the lug nuts on the spare tire, âAre you driving home after this?â
You furrowed your brows, âYeah, where else could I be going?â
âItâs almost a two-hour drive to your place from here,â he reminded you, his tone laced with concern. âYou wonât get home until almost one in the morning,â the displeasure in his voice was plain, but you donât have anywhere else to go. âPlus, you really shouldnât travel that far on a spare tire, theyâre not made to travel far distances.â
Crossing your arms in front of your stomach, you let your shoulders slump forward, âSo, what do you suggest I do? Get a hotel?â
Spencer mumbled something inaudibly, trying to finish tightening the bolts on the tire before sighing, âYou can stay with me,â he blushes, a swipe of pink across his cheeks.
Your lips parted in surprise, âUh, I donât⌠Iâm notâŚâ you faltered. Utterly failing to come up with a good enough reason to tell him no, âI donât want you to feel inclined. This isnât what I was looking for when I called you for help.â
He let the car down, staying quiet while the two of you cleaned up, and Spencer swatted your hand away when you tried to pick things up. âSo, you can come back to my place tonight. My work-issued first-aid kit has your name all over it,â he told you, eyes flickering down to the cut on your hand.
âOkay,â you breathed, unable to conjure a reason to refuse his hospitality.
He was grinning at you, hair just barely brushing his eyebrows, âSo tomorrow, maybe we can get coffee and drop your car off to get a new tire?â
You smiled back at him, âThat sounds great, date number five.â
âYou know where youâre going, right?â
âYeah,â youâd been to his place once to pick him up, âHey, Spence?â
He turned around, fishing his car keys from his pocket. He looked ready to respond to you, but you pressed your lips to his before he had a chance to speak.
You kissed him softly, whispering against his mouth, âThank you for coming.â
He chuckled lightly, gently resting a hand on your waist, âThank you for calling.âÂ
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Enchant me - P.S
P: Ravenclaw!Sunghoon X Fem!Reader
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Suggestive Content, Angst, Sunghoon is kinda mean (not to you), Academic Rivalry, Tension, Fluff, Teasing, Jealousy, Misunderstandings, Happy Ending, Newt Scamander Mention!!
Synopsis: Youâve always found yourself in competition with Park Sunghoon, a brilliant Ravenclaw who seemed to have it allâintelligence, charm, and ambition. Whether it was academic duels or playful banter, he was always your rival. Yet, the only thing he truly wanted was you.
Wordcount: + 30k ( i know.. im sorry)
a/n: yall strap in for this one.. (heeseung is the last one that will be posted soon :) if yall wanna see more of the hogwarts au let me know!
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You couldnât exactly pinpoint when you started being an overachiever in your studies. It was a gradual thing, a slow shift that snuck up on you and became part of who you were. When you received your letter to Hogwarts, you were ecstaticâabsolutely thrilled by the thought of magic, the possibility of flying, the enchantment of potions, and the spells. But then you saw the material and you knew right away that in order to succeed, you had to study.
But it didnât stop there. As you poured yourself into your work, absorbed every bit of information, you started to realize something elseâsomething that fueled you even more. Praise. Recognition. House points. The feeling of achievement after every successful spell or potion, the way other students came to you for help. It was intoxicating. The more you learned, the more respect you gained, and you could feel your status growing. It was simple math, really: hard work plus success equals recognition. And you thrived on it.
Soon enough, you became known as one of the top students at Hogwarts, the one everyone turned to when they needed help or advice. And you liked it. You liked the feeling of being ahead, of being the best at something. You liked the way professors praised you, the way your name carried weight when spoken in hallways. Youâd earned this position. You deserved it.
But, of course, you werenât the only one who excelled. There were others, too, students who worked just as hard as you did. And you were fine with it. You respected them; they respected you. It wasnât about competitionâit was about mutual recognition.
Then there was Park Sunghoon.
He was a quiet Ravenclaw, one who kept to himself for the most part, except when he was in class. Thatâs when everything changed. He had a way of standing out without even tryingâhis answers sharp, his insight keen, his mind quick. Every time you thought you had the answer, Sunghoon was already there, raising his hand or blurting it out in that effortless, nonchalant way. And every single time, your chest tightened, your stomach dropped. He was always just a step ahead of you, and you hated it.
But what really made your blood boil wasnât just that he outperformed youâit was the way he did it. The way he would always, always look at you with that damn smirk. That teasing, almost mocking expression, as if he knew exactly what it did to you. As if he relished in it. Every time he answered a question before you, every time he earned praise or house points, he would glance over at you, eyes glinting, that smug smile never leaving his face. It wasnât just a simple exchange of competition. It was personal. It was deliberate. And it drove you mad.
It didnât help that Park Sunghoon was everything you hated and everything you secretly admired. He was smartâimpossibly smart. His resourcefulness in class was unmatched, and every time he spoke, it felt like he had all the answers. And on top of all that, he was tall, handsome, with perfectly styled hair that never seemed to fall out of place, his Ravenclaw robes always crisp and neat. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât catch yourself staring at him sometimes, trying to pretend you werenât affected by how effortlessly he seemed to glide through life. He was always polished, always put together, and you hated how good he looked doing it.
It only made things worse when you started realizing that you were developing feelings for him. A crush, despite everything. Despite the way he ignored others, brushing them off like they were nothing, like they were dust clinging to his perfect robes. You couldnât help it. He was attractive, there was no denying that. But it wasnât just thatâit was the way he held himself. The prefect badge on his chest always gleaming, always sparkling. The way he moved through the castle with an air of authority, a quiet power that seemed to command the attention of everyone in the room.
If Sunghoon deemed you as beneath him, he wouldnât hesitate to let you know itânot directly, of course. No, that would be too obvious. Instead, he would treat you like one of the ghosts haunting Hogwarts, barely sparing you a glance, letting his indifference cut deeper than words ever could. Youâd watch him glide past students who tried to catch his attention, their hopeful faces falling as he brushed them off without a second thought. His expression would remain blank, that neutral, almost cruel face he reserved for people he deemed unworthy of his time.
And the moments when he was forced to acknowledge someone? Thatâs when his sharp, silver tongue came out. Youâd witnessed him being cold and dismissive, shutting down anyone who dared to push their luck. He had a way of saying just the right thing to make people feel small, a razor-edged wit that cut through even the bravest students, leaving them stammering, unsure of what theyâd done wrong. It was subtle, and he was never outright rudeâjust dismissive enough to make it sting.
And yet, you couldnât shake the crush. You hated it. You hated him. But the more he teased, the more you couldnât stop yourself from wanting him.
And you wouldnât dare to say you liked Sunghoonânot in the way one might admit to having a crush, at least. No, liking him wasnât even an option. If anything, you tolerated him on your best days, pushed yourself to ignore the smug expressions and the subtle, condescending way he would respond to you in class. And on the worst days? You found yourself actively ignoring him. Because nothing seemed to satisfy Sunghoon more than bringing others down to elevate himself.
When someone dared to voice an answer he deemed beneath his own standards, youâd see it: the slight narrowing of his eyes, the subtle twist of his lips. Heâd wait, just a beat, before stepping in to âcorrectâ them, his tone laced with just enough contempt to make it clear who the ârealâ intellect in the room was. And somehow, he managed to do it all without outright insulting anyone. His comments were surgical, precise, his criticism delivered with a calm, cold detachment that only made it sting more. It made you question him, wonder why he seemed so determined to keep everyone beneath him.
But what frustrated you most was his selective charm. Youâd watch him laugh and chat easily with other high-ranking students, his demeanor suddenly pleasant, even civil. Heâd converse with them like they were equals, never the hint of a condescending smirk, no belittling glances. And in front of professors? Sunghoon transformed entirely. He was the picture of the ideal student, humble, deferential, offering polished responses that seemed designed to earn him a rare smile or a nod of approval. The teachers couldnât seem to get enough of him.
You couldnât wrap your head around it. His calculated, chameleon-like behavior left you wondering, time and time again, why he had ended up in Ravenclaw and not Slytherin. After all, he possessed every quality they prized: cunning, ambition, a nearly ruthless drive to succeed. It was like he wore a Ravenclaw uniform, but underneath, his nature seemed more like that of a Slytherin than anything else.
And perhaps, deep down, that was what unsettled you most about himâthat he seemed to wear a mask depending on who he was with.
It frustrated you, intrigued you, and, despite yourself, drew you in.
So, you had learned to keep your distance from Sunghoon, to wear a mask of indifference around him. A poker face. Neutral. Unmoved. It became second nature, the way you could shut down your emotions whenever he entered the room, the way you refused to show any weakness in his presence. If you didnât give him anything, you reasoned, heâd get bored of you eventually. Heâd move on, as he did with everyone else. You figured, if you didnât give him the satisfaction of a reaction, heâd leave you alone.
But now, reflecting on it, you realized that might have been the wrong choice. Because it didnât matter how little you engaged with him. Sunghoon had a way of finding you. It was like he had a radar, some silent pull that always seemed to zero in on you during the day. And when he did, that was it. You had his full attention. Not a passing glance, not an idle comment. Sunghoon would fix his gaze on you, like a hawk locking onto its prey, his focus unyielding. It wasnât an accidental glance; it was deliberate. Every moment, every word, every action seemed like it was a calculated move to engage with you, to get your attentionâwhether you wanted it or not.
If you were anyone else, if you were just a normal student, you mightâve gushed about it, maybe even bragged to your friends. After all, who wouldnât want the attention of someone like Sunghoon? The handsome, accomplished, and charming prefect. But you werenât anyone else. You werenât lesser. You knew exactly why he sought you outâand it wasnât because of some secret admiration.
He saw you as competition. You were an obstacle in his path to greatness. The two of you were always near the top of the class, always neck-and-neck, and he wasnât about to let someone else get ahead of him. You knew that much. He probably had plans of his ownâdreams of becoming an Auror, or securing some high-ranking position in the Ministry of Magic. He wasnât going to let anyone stand in his way. And you were the one standing there, blocking his path. He had to prove he was better, that he was the best. It was almost⌠inevitable.
But deep down, you started to realize that there was something more to it than that. Sunghoon wasnât just focused on outshining you academically. No. You had started to see the little thingsâthe moments when his eyes lingered a little too long, the rare flicker of something deeper in his expression when he caught you in the hall or across a classroom.
And it made you question: was there more to how he saw you than just another obstacle? Were you something else entirely?
You first started to figure it out years ago, back when you were in fourth year and the two of you shared a few classes. It was the first time youâd really noticed Sunghoon, in Astronomy class, of all places. You had been excited for that class, you had always been fascinated by space, by the endless expanse of stars and the way the moon seemed to shift and change. As a child, youâd spent countless hours lying on the grass, gazing up at the sky, watching the constellations dance. You hadnât thought twice about taking the class, certain youâd excel.
But you werenât the only one eager to impress the professor. No, there was another student who seemed just as invested, answering questions with ease, his knowledge sharp and quick. Youâd expected some competition, sureâbut it was the way he answered, the confidence with which he spoke, that made you take notice.
It was Sunghoon.
You could see it in his eyes, the surprise that mirrored your own. The realization that you werenât just any ordinary studentâno, you were just as capable, just as quick-witted as he was. And thatâs when it clicked: you werenât just another student to him. You were a challenge.
After class, youâd been making your way out of the room, mind already spinning with the next lesson. But then youâd turned a corner and found yourself face-to-face with him, Sunghoon standing in the hallway like he was waiting for you. You hadnât expected it, not at all.
âImpressive,â heâd said, raising an eyebrow. âYou always this good with the material?â
Youâd been taken aback, not quite sure how to respond, but something in his tone made you pause. At that point you werenât used to students, especially not someone like him, complimenting your intellect outright. And yet, there was something sharp about his words, something that made you feel like this wasnât just casual admiration.
âOf course,â you replied, instinctively meeting his challenge. âItâs not that difficult once you understand the basics.â
Sunghoon gave a smirk that only seemed to intensify the challenge. âSo,â he began, crossing his arms. âIf youâre as clever as you say, whatâs the difference between the Confundus Charm and the Misdirection Hex?â
You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed but entertained. âEasy. The Confundus Charm affects the mind, creating confusion and distorting a personâs perception, whereas the Misdirection Hex only creates a temporary distraction without altering any mental clarity.â
Sunghoon nodded, clearly expecting that youâd know the answer but not missing a beat. âFair enough. How about this oneââ he leaned in slightly, his eyes glinting, âif you were to brew Amortentia, whatâs the critical ingredient that activates the potionâs scent signature?â
You didnât even flinch. âMoonstone. Itâs the key to personalizing the scent and creating that pull, that... sense of longing,â you replied, a trace of smugness in your voice. âNow my turn.â
You watched him closely, his expression unchanging, as you asked, âWhatâs the main difference between Episkey and Vulnera Sanentur?â
Sunghoonâs gaze narrowed. âEpiskey is a basic healing charm that works for minor injuriesâusually cuts or bruises. Vulnera Sanentur, on the other hand, is far more advanced, and it actually seals major wounds, specifically stopping blood flow and beginning tissue repair.â
You smiled, only a little disappointed that he got it right. âWell done, Park,â you replied, crossing your arms.
But he wasnât done yet. With a slight tilt of his head, he said, âIf youâre so good, tell me, whatâs the incantation for a Hot-Air Charm, and when would it be used?â
âCalidus Aero,â you replied easily, rolling your eyes. âAnd itâs used to produce a continuous flow of warm air. Good for drying thingsâor keeping people warm.â
There was a slight twitch of his lips, as if he were amused that youâd added the last bit. âImpressive. But letâs see how you handle this one,â he continued, looking pleased. âWhatâs the effect of adding powdered Runespoor eggs to a Memory Potion?â
You paused for only a moment, narrowing your eyes at him. âIt sharpens the recall and clarity of recent memories, but it also makes them harder to alter or distort after the fact,â you replied, watching him carefully. âA good trick for Aurors needing airtight evidence in trials.â
There was a flicker of surprise in his expression, though he tried to hide it. âNot bad,â he admitted, a trace of a smile showing. âLooks like you know your potions.â He shifted, almost as if heâd found the whole exchange too easy. Then he gave you a lookâcalculated and challenging. âOne more. Whatâs the wand movement for the Incarcerous spell, and whatâs the incantation variation that makes the conjured ropes fireproof?â
You tried not to show that this one caught you off guard. âThe wand movement for Incarcerous is a firm downward flick, followed by a counterclockwise twirl,â you said carefully, a smirk forming as you gained confidence. âAnd the fireproof variation is Ignus Incarcerous.â
Sunghoon let out a low chuckle, a little begrudging, but impressed all the same.
Youâd hoped that after that, heâd leave it at that, yet, as you turned to leave, you felt his gaze on your back. And before you could walk away, he stopped you. You had expected something snide, maybe a remark about how youâd bested him, or how you were too proud. Instead, he spoke, his voice smooth, almost teasing.
âYouâre⌠smarter than I expected.â There was a pause, and then heâd added, âIn fact, youâre pretty impressive.â
You had frozen, not sure what to make of it. But then came the twist: the way he said it, the slight upturn of his lips, the almost flirtatious edge to his words. It caught you off guard.
You had been prepared for rivalry, for sharp competition, but not for that. Not for him to suddenly flirt with you. The change in his tone, the way his words softened, made you feel uneasy, but also... intrigued.
You hadnât known how to respond, but all you could do was walk away, your mind racing. SunghoonâPark Sunghoonâhad just complimented you with the kind of look that made your heart beat a little faster, even though you told yourself you hated him.
You had barely made it a few steps when you heard him call out, his voice smooth and teasing, like a final jab in a match you hadnât realized was over.
âNot bad at all,â Sunghoon said, the faintest hint of a smirk curling at his lips, his tone dipping slightly, as if it were more of a challenge than a compliment. âNice to know thereâs someone around here who can keep up.â
For a moment, your pulse quickened. You wanted to respond, to throw a witty retort back at him. But you couldnât find the wordsâbecause you didnât want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much that one line had affected you.
Instead, you just stopped. You didnât turn around, not fully, but you allowed yourself one quick glance over your shoulder.
Sunghoon was standing there, looking perfectly composed, his hands tucked casually behind him, his eyes following you with that unreadable look. The smirk remained, but there was something different about it nowâless arrogant, more knowing. Almost like he was waiting for you to react, as if this small exchange was part of some game he wasnât finished playing yet.
Without a word, you turned back around and continued walking, your steps brisk, your mind swirling.
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You didnât usually talk to Sunghoon outside of classâthere was never much reason to. Your friend groups didnât overlap, and both of you had your own routines, different paths to follow. But somehow, that didnât stop him. No, every chance he got, Sunghoon would find a way to cross paths with you. Heâd come up to you before classes, lean against a wall, and throw in some teasing remark about the next lesson or slyly compliment you on your latest academic achievement. It was almost like clockwork.
âWell, well, if it isnât the star student,â he said, his tone playful but sharp. âBet youâve already memorized the entire textbook for todayâs lesson, havenât you?â
You rolled your eyes, not even breaking your stride. âYouâre the one whoâs obsessed with keeping up with every lesson, Sunghoon. Iâm just trying to avoid getting bored.â
He chuckled, pushing off from the door and walking alongside you. âRight, because youâre totally not the type to get caught up in the thrill of perfect grades.â His eyes twinkled with a mixture of admiration and challenge. âI guess Iâll just have to make sure you donât make it too easy for yourself.â
You smirked back, not missing a beat. âYouâre right, I donât like making things easy,â you said dryly. âBut Iâm sure youâre just trying to keep me on my toes, arenât you, Sunghoon?â
He shrugged with a grin. âIâm just keeping things interesting. Besides, I have a reputation to uphold.â
Another time, just before Transfiguration, you found him leaning against a pillar, twirling his wand with a practiced ease, his gaze catching yours as you approached.
âSo, tell me, have you figured out the secret to getting Transfiguration perfect every time, or do you just have some magic trick up your sleeve?â he asked, his voice low and teasing.
You answered, not at all phased. âI think youâd be more impressed if you actually paid attention during class instead of just showing off your wand skills, Sunghoon.â
He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. âOh, I pay attention. But Iâm just more interested in seeing if you can stay on top of everything. Donât want to make it too easy for you, right?â
âYou wouldnât know what to do without a challenge, would you?â you shot back, giving him a sideways glance.
âYouâre right,â he said, his grin widening. âAnd itâs not every day I get to challenge someone like you.â
And alas every day, just before classes, there he was, making some comment that practically demanded a response. Youâd either fire back a witty remark of your own or just give him a deadpan look, as if you couldnât be bothered. And yet, heâd show up again the next day, and the cycle would repeat. It was a routine you both seemed to have unconsciously built into your days. Neither of you ever missed it, both being somewhat meticulous about perfect attendance.
At some point, you realized it was strange. You noticed that he never spoke to anyone else in quite the same way. No other girl at Hogwarts seemed to have the so-called privilege of Sunghoonâs attention, and it confused you beyond belief. It didnât make senseâhe was smart, popular, handsome. And yet, heâd somehow decided that teasing you was worth his time.
It wasnât until one late afternoon in the library that the thought came to a head. You were tutoring one of your Hufflepuff friends, helping her brush up on Transfiguration, when she looked at you with a knowing smile and just dropped it on you.
âI think Sunghoon likes you,â she said casually, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
You laughed it off immediately, shaking your head. âThatâs not possible. Sunghoon only likes people if they can help him get more house points,â you replied. âWhy would he like me?â
Your friend just shrugged, that same smile still on her face. âYouâre the only person he talks to like that,â she pointed out. âItâs like heâs constantly finding an excuse to be around you.â
You tried to ignore it, brush it off as one of her theories. But later, when you were alone, you couldnât shake her words from your mind. You thought back to every interaction youâd seen between Sunghoon and other students, particularly girls. The more you thought about it, the more you realized it was true: youâd never once seen him act the same way around another girl. In fact, you couldnât remember him ever dating anyone. Despite the whispers in the corridors and the way some girls openly admired him, he never seemed interested. No, youâd seen him reject more of them than you could count.
But with you... things were different.
You didnât know what to make of it. Sunghoon had always been that one puzzle you couldnât solve. He was unpredictable, throwing in little remarks as if heâd calculated your every reaction.
If he did like you, it would mean something you hadnât prepared for. It would mean youâd been wrong about himâor, at least, about why he kept coming back to you.
Maybe that was why you found yourself in the library a little later than usual, searching for one specific book. The library was quieter than it had been all day, with only a handful of students still scattered between the rows of shelves, their heads buried in their books. Madam Pince was busy sorting through a stack of newly returned books at the far end of the room, so you figured youâd have some peace and quiet to yourself.
Youâd been meaning to find this particular book for a while. The only problem was that you hadnât seen it in the library for months. The last time youâd seen it, it had caught your eye when one of your Gryffindor friends had been flipping through its pages in the common room. You hadnât been able to get a good look at it, but now, as you found it tucked away in the far corner, you couldnât help the small smile that tugged at your lips.
You pulled the book off the shelf carefully, balancing it in your hands as you climbed down the ladder. The title read âFiguring and Tackling Your Feelings.â It was something about sorting through emotions, a guide that, frankly, seemed more like it belonged in the realm of self-help than anything academic. You werenât sure why it had piqued your interest so much, but you were eager to take a closer look, especially now with everything on your mind.
Before you could fully inspect the cover, a voice came from behind you, low and familiar.
âWell, well. What do we have here?â Sunghoonâs voice cut through the silence of the library like a knife.
You jumped, startled, spinning around instinctively to hide the book behind your back. Your heart skipped a beat as you tried to regain your composure. There he stood, leaning casually against a nearby shelf, eyes already trained on you with that signature smirk of his.
âWhat are you doing here, Sunghoon?â you asked, your tone betraying the sudden flurry of nerves. You couldnât help it. The last thing you needed right now was for him to get a glimpse of what you were holding.
âMe? Oh, nothing,â he said with a shrug, his eyes flicking to the book behind your back. âBut you, on the other hand⌠reading ahead, are we?â
You narrowed your eyes at him. âItâs none of your business,â you said quickly, trying to keep your voice steady.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. âIs that so?â His steps were slow and deliberate as he moved closer to you, a glint of mischief in his eyes. âYou know, itâs not like you to hide books behind your back. Whatâs got you so secretive?â
Before you could stop him, his hand darted toward the book, attempting to grab it from behind your back. Reflexively, you twisted away, turning just enough so that he couldnât get his hands on it. You managed to get a better grip on the book, but Sunghoon wasnât backing off. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying the little game.
âOh no, you donât,â you muttered, trying to hold the book out of his reach. âStop trying to grab it.â
Sunghoon just grinned, his gaze never leaving the book. âCome on, just let me see it. You know, I always find it fascinating when people start acting so mysterious about things.â
You twirled around again, moving just a little faster than him this time, keeping the book hidden behind you. The bookâs cover was almost too easy to read from his angle, and you couldnât help but wonder if heâd noticed the title.
âWhy are you so curious about what Iâm reading?â you shot back, hoping the question would throw him off balance.
His grin widened. âMaybe I just like seeing how you react. Youâve always been so⌠poised. I wonder if thereâs more to you than the perfect student.â His voice dropped a little, a note of challenge creeping in. âCome on, just give it to me. Youâre not that afraid of a little friendly competition, are you?â
You felt your cheeks flush slightly, the teasing getting to you. âItâs not about competition,â you muttered, taking another step back to keep the book away from his prying fingers. âJust⌠drop it, alright?â
His eyes flickered to the book once more, then back to you. âFine, fine,â he said, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. âBut youâre really not going to let me see what youâre reading? Youâre too mysterious for your own good.â
You exhaled, trying to calm your racing heart as you finally straightened up, no longer trying to keep it hidden. âItâs just a book. Nothing important.â
He tilted his head, eyeing you with that all-too-knowing look. âUh-huh,â he said, clearly unconvinced.
And with that, he turned and strolled away, his footsteps echoing softly through the nearly empty library.
You let out a long breath, the book still in your hands, but your mind now racing in a way it hadnât been before. Why had you reacted like that? What was it about Sunghoonâs teasing that got under your skin so easily?
You couldnât shake the feeling that Sunghoon had seen right through youâlike he always did. As the library door closed behind you, you felt a strange sense of relief mixed with lingering unease. You hadnât expected that interaction to leave you so rattled. It was just Sunghoon, right? Yet, there was something about his persistence, the way he kept pushing you, that had thrown you off balance.
The book was still tucked under your arm as you made your way out of the library and toward your common room. You tried to focus on the cool, quiet hallways of Hogwarts, the flickering torches lighting your path. The winding corridors, usually so familiar, now seemed almost too vast, too empty.
The sound of your footsteps echoed as you passed through the hallway, heading toward the familiar portrait that would let you into your common room. You had to hurry; curfew was close, and Madam Pince had already given you a warning for lingering too long in the library.
As you reached the entrance to your common room, you glanced over your shoulder, just in time to catch a shadow move in the corner of your vision. But when you turned fully, the hallway was empty, just the faint echo of your own footsteps following you.
You shrugged it off. You must have imagined it.
With a quick word, the portrait swung open, and you stepped inside, relieved to be back in the warmth of your common room.
Outside, beyond the walls of the common room, Sunghoon stood hidden in the shadows, leaning against a pillar just out of sight, watching you go. His eyes lingered a moment longer than necessary before he turned and slowly disappeared into the shadows. He walked through the dimly lit hallways, his footsteps echoing softly in the quiet night. He hadnât intended to follow you; it wasnât some grand plan.
Heâd tried to convince himself it was just curiosityânothing more. After all, you were the only one who seemed to keep up with him in class. You challenged him, and thatâs what heâd always thrived on.
And it was like he couldnât not think about you. And that frustrated him.
He never expected you to be this⌠enigmatic. No one else had ever caught his attention like thisânot like you did. It was a puzzle, one that didnât make sense, and yet the more he tried to figure you out, the more complicated and captivating you became.
You had this effortless confidence, a sharp wit that matched his, but you werenât like the other students heâd come across. You werenât trying to impress anyone, not even him. There was something in your eyes when youâd deflect his teasing, a glimmer of something he couldnât place. You didnât give him the satisfaction of reacting the way he expected, and that drove him mad.
Sunghoon pushed a hand through his hair, his thoughts tangled as he navigated the winding corridors of Hogwarts. He shouldnât be thinking about you so much. There were other things to focus onâother students, other challenges, other ways to advance. Yet, every time he tried to shake it off, his mind would return to you.
How had you managed to enrapture him so effortlessly? He wasnât the type of person to become so⌠fixated. Yet here he was, walking through the darkened halls, and all he could think about was you. You never played by the same rules as everyone else, and that intrigued him more than he cared to admit.
No. He couldnât let himself get tangled up in this. You were a challenge, just like heâd always wanted. You were nothing more than that, right?
But even as he told himself this, Sunghoon couldnât shake the feeling that there was something elseâsomething moreâthat was pulling him toward you.
--
You sat at your desk in Potions class, the scratch of your quill against parchment the only sound filling the otherwise quiet classroom. Snapeâs voice droned on, but your mind kept drifting. You had hoped for a peaceful class todayâone where you could focus on the lesson without the usual distractions. But of course, it didnât take long for that hope to be dashed.
The seat next to you, which had been occupied by a nervous Hufflepuff just moments ago, was now filled by none other than Park Sunghoon.
You didnât look up immediately when he sat down. You had caught the tail end of his glare directed at the Hufflepuff, whose wide eyes had flicked from Sunghoonâs cold stare to you in a silent plea. In an instant, the Hufflepuff had scurried off, leaving the seat beside you vacant for Sunghoon to claim.
A small sigh escaped your lips, but you didnât let it show. Instead, you focused on your notes, carefully copying the ingredients Snape was listing for the potion you were about to brew. You wouldnât let him distract you, not this time. The class was important, and the competition was heating up, especially with exams just around the corner.
You could feel the subtle shift in the air with Sunghoon settled beside you. But today, he didnât say anything. Not a word. He simply unpacked his books, setting them down with a quiet precision, and began his own notes. It was almost too quiet, too⌠calm. It was rare that he didnât start a conversation, especially considering the usual banter you both shared.
The fact that he was acting so reserved, while sitting so close to you, made you all the more aware of the faint tension between you. It was like he was waiting for you to say something first. But you wouldnât. Not this time.
You kept your focus on your parchment, the quill moving smoothly as you wrote. It was an exercise in patience, in ignoring the small things: the way his sleeve brushed yours as he leaned over to grab an ingredient, the soft rustling of his books as he turned pages. You didnât let your mind wander. You wouldnât.
Yet, no matter how much you tried to ignore him, you felt the pull of his presence, as if he were a magnet. You stole a glance at him out of the corner of your eye. He was scribbling down notes too, but there was something different about the way he held his quill, the way his eyes flicked to the board and then to the ingredients list. He was concentrating, but you knew it wasnât just the potion he was thinking about.
The realization hit you a little too late: He was watching you.
Your quill faltered for just a second before you steadied it again, keeping your eyes on the board. You couldnât ignore the small, almost imperceptible glance he threw at you from time to time. It was the kind of look that made you question whether he was as unfazed as he appearedâor if, like you, he was just trying to hold his composure.
The class ended bit too soon, but not before you felt that pull again. Before you could gather your things, Sunghoon stood up, his chair scraping the floor with a soft sound. He didnât look at you as he walked away, but you couldnât help but feel the weight of his gaze linger on your back as you packed up your belongings.
--
The class was buzzing with quiet energy as Professor Snape swept into the room, his black robes billowing behind him as he made his way to the front. You could feel the usual hum of anticipation ripple through the classroom as he began with his first question, his gaze sharp and probing.
Without fail, Sunghoon was seated right beside you. He had strolled in at the last possible second and taken the empty seat before you could even think about moving. It was a position that had become an unspoken habit between the two of youâa silent agreement that this was where you would always sit, even if neither of you admitted it out loud.
âWho can tell me the primary function of wolfsbane in this potion?â Snapeâs gaze swept across the class, but it settled almost immediately on you.
You raised your hand automatically, but just as you opened your mouth to answer, Sunghoonâs voice cut through the air. âThe primary function of wolfsbane is to suppress the transformation of a werewolf. But specifically, in this potion, itâs used to temper the effects, making the potion safe for consumption by those with lycanthropic tendencies.â
Your jaw clenched, and you quickly chimed in, âThatâs true, but wolfsbaneâs reaction with belladonna is crucial to ensure the potion is actually effective. Otherwise, you risk a rapid breakdown of the ingredients, and the potion loses its potency within hours.â
A faint smirk played on Sunghoonâs lips as he turned slightly to face you, his eyes glinting with a mixture of challenge and amusement. âOf course,â he said, his voice low enough for only you to hear, âbut thatâs only if the brewer doesnât know how to stabilize the reaction properly.â
âOh, so youâre saying you know better than the author of âPotions for Practical Applicationâ?â You raised an eyebrow, the hint of a challenge in your voice.
Snapeâs voice sliced through your exchange. âIf the two of you are quite finished,â he said dryly, âperhaps youâd like to enlighten the rest of the class.â
You both looked up, not missing the faint irritation in his expression. And yet, as he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, he seemed almost amused. If Snape enjoyed one thing in his classes, it was competent studentsâbut if he enjoyed two things, it was watching competent students try to one-up each other.
With a quick glance at Sunghoon, you cleared your throat and addressed the rest of the class, your voice steady. âWolfsbane, also known as aconite, stabilizes the transformation process. But the reason belladonna is needed in the mixture is because it counters the initial toxicity of the aconite.â
Sunghoon jumped in seamlessly, his tone smooth. âExactly. Aconite alone could be harmful, but combined with the right ingredients, it actually makes the potion effective. Belladonna slows down the rate of the potionâs effect, balancing the intensity.â
You could see Snapeâs eyes narrow just a fraction, clearly considering whether heâd allow this back-and-forth to continue. He hadnât interrupted yet, though, and so you didnât hold back.
âThat only works, though,â you continued, âif the potion is brewed at precisely the right temperature. A variance of even one degree could cause the aconite to overpower the belladonna, which is why attention to detail is critical here.â
Sunghoon leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. âTrue. But Iâd argue that anyone whoâs capable of brewing at an advanced level should be able to handle such minor details.â He cast a sideways glance at you. âWouldnât you agree?â
You narrowed your eyes, resisting the urge to roll them. He was enjoying this far too much. âPerhaps. Though, as they say, perfectionists always notice the minor details others miss.â
âImplying Iâm not a perfectionist?â he asked, raising an eyebrow. His tone was light, but you could sense the competitive edge in it.
You shrugged, giving him a look of feigned innocence. âJust that you might not be as exacting as some of us.â
Before he could retort, Snape stepped in, his voice a mixture of impatience and reluctant amusement. âMiss Y/L/N. Mr. Park. While I am deeply fascinated by your thorough analysis, the class may benefit from a more structured approach.â He glanced around at the other students, who were watching you and Sunghoon with a mix of curiosity and amusement.
Your cheeks flushed as you turned back to your notes, feeling a rush of heat from Sunghoonâs lingering gaze. But Snape wasnât done.
âIn fact, why donât you both demonstrate your understanding?â Snape gestured to the cauldron at the front of the room. âBrew the potion together. Letâs see if your theoretical knowledge holds up under practical application.â
You felt the tension shift as Sunghoon pushed himself up from his chair, casting a smirk in your direction. âLetâs see if you can keep up, then,â he murmured as he moved to the front.
Swallowing your nerves, you followed him, setting out the ingredients with practiced ease. As you worked, the rivalry simmered just beneath the surface. Sunghoon was methodical, careful with each step, yet he didnât miss an opportunity to toss a teasing comment your way.
âCareful,â he said at one point, his voice low. âThatâs a lot of aconite youâre adding there. Are you sure youâre not trying to mess up the potion to make a point?â
You shot him a look. âMaybe I just donât trust you to brew this properly without a little oversight.â
His eyes glinted. âFunny, because I was about to say the same thing to you.â
The two of you continued in this vein, quietly exchanging barbs as you measured, stirred, and added ingredients with exacting precision.
When the potion was nearly complete, you both paused, watching as the liquid in the cauldron shifted from murky green to a smooth, midnight blueâthe exact color it was supposed to be.
Sunghoon tilted his head, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. âNot bad,â he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
You met his gaze, a smirk of your own forming. âCould say the same to you.â
The rest of the class continued in much the same way, the tension between you and Sunghoon thick as you both remained locked in your rivalry. As Professor Snape continued his lesson, you and Sunghoon each made sure to answer his questions before the other could, each answer delivered with just enough confidence to imply you had known it all along.
Every now and then, youâd catch Sunghoon looking your way, a small, knowing smile on his face, as if he could read every thought running through your mind.
Just as you were jotting down notes on the final instructions for the potion, a Ravenclaw beside you leaned over. âHey, Y/N,â she whispered, âcan I borrow your notes from last week? Iâm a bit behind.â
Before you could even respond, you noticed a shift beside you. From the corner of your eye, you saw Sunghoonâs expression harden. His jaw clenched as he shot the Ravenclaw a sharp look, his gaze practically daring her to linger a moment longer.
She hesitated, glancing between you and Sunghoon before quickly saying, âYou know what, never mind. Iâll, uh, figure it out.â With that, she scurried off, leaving you a bit bewildered.
You turned back to your notes, only to feel Sunghoon relax beside you, leaning back in his chair with a casual air as if nothing had happened. His expression softened, the subtle smirk youâd come to expect making its return. You rolled your eyes, not bothering to address it as you continued your notes. But before long, another student tried to approach.
This time, it was a Gryffindor who slipped you a folded note with a question on todayâs potion. But before you could even open it, you noticed that same glint in Sunghoonâs eyes, like he was quietly measuring the other studentâs worth. His glare was steely, his gaze intense enough that, once again, your classmate seemed to change their mind about talking to you at all. The Gryffindor muttered a quiet apology and quickly returned to their seat.
You couldnât help but cast a sidelong glance at Sunghoon, raising an eyebrow at his now placid expression. He noticed and merely gave a slight shrug, as if to say he hadnât done a thing. It was infuriatingly typical of him, acting as if he hadnât just sent two students retreating.
âWhatâs your problem?â you whispered, leaning in slightly.
Sunghoonâs smirk deepened. âNo problem. Just keeping distractions to a minimum.â
You scoffed, your irritation clear, but deep down, a part of you wondered why he even cared.
But then Snapeâs voice cut through the room, calling for silence, and you both snapped back to attention, the rivalry and tension settling between you once more.
As you walked out of the dungeon, feeling the cool stone hallway stretch out in front of you, you were met by two Gryffindor students waiting just outside. They exchanged a glance, visibly relieved as you approached, and one of them quickly stepped forward.
âHey, Y/N,â he began, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. âWe were wondering if you could maybe tutor us in Potions? Weâre both, uh⌠struggling with it, to say the least.â
His friend nodded, looking equally sheepish. âYeah, we could really use the help.â
Before you could answer, though, you felt a presence at your side. Sunghoon had followed you out, his usual calm but intense demeanor practically radiating as he watched the two Gryffindors. His gaze hardened, and he didnât waste a second before stepping between you and them.
âYou two really have nothing better to do than pester her?â he asked, his tone dismissive, his glare enough to make them visibly uncomfortable.
The Gryffindors exchanged glances, shuffling back slightly, but they didnât say anything. They seemed intimidated, but they didnât seem like they were about to give up so easily. You sighed, shooting Sunghoon an exasperated look.
âSunghoon, relax,â you muttered, rolling your eyes. You turned back to the two Gryffindors, who looked both embarrassed and desperate, and crossed your arms.
âFine,â you told them, sighing. âMeet me in the library tomorrow. Iâll give you some pointers then.â
The two of them beamed, nodding quickly, and mumbled their thanks before heading off, leaving you alone with Sunghoon, who was still watching them as if theyâd offended him personally.
As they turned the corner, Sunghoon glanced at you, a frown tugging at his lips. âYou didnât have to agree, you know,â he said, his tone more casual now, though there was still a trace of irritation. âTheyâre just looking for an easy answer.â
You gave him a look, shaking your head slightly. âNot everything is about competition, Sunghoon. Maybe they actually need help.â
He scoffed, a smirk curling at his lips. âWhatever you say. Are you coming, or are you too busy playing tutor?â
There was a brief moment of hesitation on your part. You hadnât planned on sticking around with him after class, especially after his little standoff with your would-be students. But as his gaze settled on you, something about his expressionâpart expectant, part unreadableâmade it hard to refuse.
With an exasperated roll of your eyes, you gave in. âFine, lead the way.â
He smirked, clearly satisfied, and turned to walk down the hall. You fell into step beside him, the two of you moving together in silence.
Sunghoon led you through the winding corridors of Hogwarts, weaving up narrow staircases and into passages you were sure most students didnât even know about. You were tempted to ask him what he was up to, but a strange, quiet curiosity kept you following him, even when you caught yourself glancing back, half-considering turning around. But you couldnât deny your curiosityâand a reluctant trust in him, strange as it felt.
Finally, you reached a narrow staircase that led up to one of the less-frequented towers. âHere we are,â he said.
You stared at a latch, then at him. âWhat is this place?â
He didnât answer immediately, instead climbing ahead of you, reaching up to open the concealed latch in the ceiling. With a glance down at you, he climbed up, disappearing through the opening.
You glanced around the empty hallway, biting your lip.
When he poked his head back down and raised an eyebrow. âAre you coming?â you sighed and climbed up after him, finding yourself in a tiny, dusty attic space. The room was cramped, with wooden beams crossing over the low ceiling and tiny, dusty windows letting in a dim glow. There wasnât a sound in the air; no one ever came up here.
âWhatâs this about, Sunghoon?â you asked, crossing your arms, unable to keep a note of suspicion out of your voice. But he only smirked, taking your wrist and gently pulling you over to the corner of the room where a small wooden chest lay against the wall.
He lifted the lid, revealing a small creature nestled inside. You took a step closer, gasping softly as you recognized the little, dark-furred niffler, its leg twisted at an awkward angle, clearly hurt. You shot Sunghoon a surprised look, and he rubbed the back of his neck, almost sheepish.
âI, uh⌠I remembered you seemed to know a lot about magical creatures,â he said, his voice quieter, less sure than usual. âSaw it struggling outside the castle, and I thought⌠well, I figured you might know what to do with it.â
For a moment, you simply stared, taken aback by his unexpected gentleness. You knelt down beside the chest, assessing the nifflerâs condition. âIt looks like it twisted its leg pretty badly,â you murmured, brushing your fingers carefully over the creatureâs fur as it whimpered, its small, dark eyes wide with trust and pain.
The niffler shivered, glancing up at you before letting out a soft chitter, its tiny paw reaching up to clutch your finger as you whispered calming words.
âItâs okay, little one,â you murmured, gently lifting the niffler into your arms. Sunghoon stepped back a little, allowing you space to work, and you couldnât help but notice how quietly he was watching you, not saying a word.
You checked its leg, gently feeling around the injury. It wasnât too severe, but it would need some attention. âThe little guy will be okay. You just have to be careful with creatures like theseâthey can get skittish when theyâre hurt.â
Sunghoon nodded, his gaze fixed on the niffler as you worked. You pulled out your wand, muttering the appropriate healing charms as you carefully mended its leg. The niffler let out a small chirp, its fur fluffing out in relief as it finally settled in your arms.
âYou know,â Sunghoon said, breaking the silence, âI didnât expect you to be so good with magical creatures.â You glanced up, meeting his gaze, which was unexpectedly warm, his usual guarded expression softened.
âMaybe thereâs a lot you donât know about me,â you replied, a teasing lilt to your voice.
Sunghoon smiled faintly, watching as you wrapped the nifflerâs leg with careful precision, almost as if seeing you in a new light. âGuess Iâll just have to keep finding excuses to learn, then,â he said.
With a final wave of your wand, the nifflerâs leg was mended. Almost immediately, the little creature perked up, chirping happily as if testing out its newfound mobility. A small smile tugged at your lips as the niffler wobbled in your lap, nudging your hand before, quick as a flash, its tiny paw darted toward the shiny badge pinned on your robes.
âHey!â you laughed, reaching for the niffler as it tugged at your prefect badge, determined to add it to whatever imaginary hoard it was building in its mind.
Sunghoon chuckled from where he stood, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his gaze following the little creatureâs antics. âLooks like it has a good eye for treasure,â he said, his tone playful. The niffler, clearly encouraged by his approval, squeaked and tugged harder, and you could only laugh as you tried to wrestle it gently away from your badge.
âAlright, alright, little troublemaker,â you said, scratching behind its ear, âI guess youâre all healed up.â The niffler chirped, clearly satisfied with itself, and settled back in your lap, peering up at you with big, curious eyes.
Sunghoon tilted his head, that faint smile still lingering. âYou know, you have to name him now,â he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
You raised an eyebrow, glancing down at the niffler. âName him? Isnât he a bit too⌠mischievous to settle for a name?â But as you looked into its wide, shining eyes, you felt a tug of fondness you couldnât quite ignore.
Sunghoon shrugged, his tone a bit lighter than usual. âWell, you canât just heal him and leave him unnamed. Plus, heâll probably come back to find you if you give him a name.â
You bit back a smile, glancing at the niffler again. âAlright, fine.â After a momentâs thought, you looked back up at Sunghoon, the beginnings of an idea forming. âWhat about Spark? Since heâs so keen on shiny things.â
Sunghoonâs eyes crinkled slightly as he considered it. âSpark,â he echoed thoughtfully, and then nodded. âI like it. Seems fitting, for a niffler thatâs already made it his mission to steal from a Hogwarts prefect.â
The nifflerânow dubbed Sparkâchirped in approval, as if satisfied with his new name. He scrambled back onto your lap, one paw still reaching toward your badge, his nose twitching.
As you watched Spark dart playfully around the room, you looked at Sunghoon and nodded toward the door. âWe should probably take him to Hagrid. Heâll know how to take care of a niffler better than we can.â
Sunghoon nodded, and with a final scratch behind Sparkâs ear, you tucked the little creature into the crook of your arm. As you and Sunghoon quietly made your way down the towerâs staircase and through the darkened hallways, Spark scampered excitedly between the two of you, chirping and squeaking in delight. Every now and then, heâd jump from your shoulder to Sunghoonâs, nuzzling close and tugging at a stray lock of his hair.
When you finally stepped out onto the moonlit grounds, Spark scrambled up Sunghoonâs arm and settled atop his head, tugging at the strands as if trying to style his hair. Sunghoon rolled his eyes but didnât make any real effort to dislodge him.
As you arrived at Hagridâs hut, Sunghoon reached up to knock on the door, but Spark clung stubbornly to his head, chirping with the excitement of a mischievous child. Hagridâs warm, booming voice called from inside, and a moment later, he opened the door, his eyes lighting up when he saw the small creature atop Sunghoonâs head.
âWhat in Merlinâs beard⌠is that a niffler on yer head, Sunghoon?â Hagridâs laughter was deep and genuine as he looked between the two of you.
You couldnât help but laugh as well, reaching up to grab Spark gently from Sunghoonâs head. As you tugged the niffler free, you couldnât help but notice the state of Sunghoonâs hairâit was thoroughly mussed, thanks to Sparkâs playful grasping. âWe found him hurt,â you explained to Hagrid as you cradled Spark, who snuggled into your arms with a satisfied chirp. âWe patched him up a bit, but we figured heâd be in better hands with you. Could you take care of him?â
Hagridâs face softened as he looked at Spark, his expression a mixture of fondness and excitement. âCourse, Iâll look after the little rascal. Nifflers can be tricky, but they got good hearts.â Beside him, Fang barked happily, his tail thumping against the ground as he trotted up to you.
Grinning, you crouched down, running your hands through Fangâs thick fur as he nuzzled your hand. âHey, Fang! Missed you too, big guy,â you murmured, scratching him behind the ears. Fang let out a pleased rumble, leaning into your touch.
As Hagrid took Spark from your hands, the niffler let out a mournful little chirp, his dark eyes fixed on you and Sunghoon as if he already missed you. Hagrid chuckled, petting Sparkâs head. âLooks like heâs taken quite the likinâ to you two! I reckon heâll be a handful. But donât worry, Iâll make sure heâs well cared for.â With a wave, Hagrid gently closed the door, and you and Sunghoon turned back toward the castle.
Walking side by side through the quiet grounds, Sunghoon was still trying to tame his hair, grumbling softly as he ran his hands through it. Smiling, you reached out, gently pushing his hands away. âLet me,â you said softly, reaching up to smooth down his tousled locks.
Sunghoon was silent, watching you as you worked, and when you finally stepped back, satisfied, he looked at you with a softened expression. âThanks,â he murmured, his voice unusually quiet, his gaze lingering on you just a little longer than usual.
You lowered your hand, feeling a bit self-conscious under his gaze, the gentle night air cool against your cheeks. âYouâre welcome,â you replied, glancing away as a faint warmth crept up your neck.
For a few steps, the two of you walked in comfortable silence, the soft crunch of gravel beneath your feet the only sound. The castle loomed ahead, its towers silhouetted against the dark, star-strewn sky.
âYou know,â Sunghoon finally spoke, his voice low but warm, âyou didnât have to help with Spark back there. Couldâve just let me figure it out on my own.â
You scoffed lightly, nudging him with your elbow. âOh, please. Youâd have probably spent half the night just trying to get him off your head,â you teased, raising an eyebrow. âBesides, I like helping out with creatures. Itâs⌠peaceful.â
Sunghoon gave a soft chuckle, nodding. âCanât argue with that. Youâre a natural,â he added, the corner of his mouth lifting in a half-smile. âIâve never seen you like that before.â
âLike what?â You turned your head to look at him, slightly caught off guard by his tone.
âSoft. I mean, not that youâre⌠not usually. Just⌠different,â he mumbled, running a hand over his head again, his gaze darting to the side as if searching for words. âMaybe itâs nice to see you care about something.â
A quiet chuckle escaped your lips as you shoved your hands into your pockets, your steps slowing. âI care about things. Just not usually things that⌠require all that much attention.â
Sunghoon stopped, turning toward you, his gaze intense yet gentle. âWell, it seems youâve got another talent to add to the list,â he said quietly. âEven if I donât see this⌠soft side very often.â
You could feel your face warm under his stare, an unspoken understanding passing between you. âWell, maybe Iâll show it a bit more⌠if you promise to keep your teasing to a minimum,â you countered, smiling slightly.
He raised his hands in mock surrender. âAlright, alright. Only some teasing,â he replied, but there was a warmth behind his usual smirk, a hint of something more.
As you reached the entrance to the castle, you both paused, lingering in the cool shadows of the towering walls. Neither of you seemed ready to break the quiet moment. Eventually, you took a breath, giving him a final look. âGoodnight, Sunghoon.â
He nodded, his eyes still on you. âGoodnight,â he replied softly.
The next day, the routine rivalry between you and Sunghoon was as intense as ever, starting with the very first class. Snape had just handed back a round of potion assignments, and as you flipped through your parchment, you smirked at the sight of your high score. But your satisfaction was short-lived; Sunghoon leaned back in his seat beside you, carelessly waving his own assignment in the air, flashing a score just a fraction higher than yours.
You shot him a look that was equal parts irritation and challenge. âI guess perfection just comes naturally to some,â he murmured, his smirk widening as he glanced at your page. You couldnât stop your glare from hardening as you rolled your eyes and muttered under your breath.
Throughout the day, this pattern continued in every class. Whenever you scored higher, heâd fall silent, his eyes narrowed in a glare as he examined his own work with a slight pout. If he managed to get the higher score, youâd feel your face flush in annoyance, lips pressed into a thin line as you begrudgingly accepted the tiny triumph. Each question the teachers posed became a mini-battle between the two of you. If you answered first, Sunghoon would scoff and find some way to counter your response with an added detail or correction; if he answered first, youâd find a way to elaborate on it with an extra flourish.
Eventually, in Charms, your constant back-and-forth about the finer points of nonverbal spells escalated to a full-blown debate. You could feel the classâs eyes on you both as you threw arguments back and forth, neither willing to back down until the professor finally cut in, moving to the next topic with an exasperated sigh.
When classes finally ended, you found yourself surrounded by a few Gryffindor and Ravenclaw students, all hoping youâd tutor them in some area or another. But before any of them could get too close, Sunghoon would somehow find his way into the middle, stepping forward with a cool glare that would make them hesitate. Without even noticing his interference, you were too busy rambling to him about magical creatures, hardly noticing as students reluctantly slipped away.
ââŚAnd the phoenix? Did you know they have regeneration abilities not just for themselves but that their tears can heal practically anything? Itâs almost like a superpower,â you said animatedly, your eyes lighting up as you explained.
Sunghoonâs small, genuine smile went unnoticed by you, his eyes studying your expressions as you spoke. âYou know,â he said after a moment, âyou really get lost when youâre talking about them.â
You shrugged, unfazed. âWhy wouldnât I? Thereâs so much to learn, so much to explore. Donât you ever feel like that about anything?â
His smile grew softer, almost thoughtful. âYeah⌠I think I do,â he said, not taking his eyes off you. But you were too caught up in your own excitement to notice the way he looked at you, as if he had found something worth exploring right here.
You barely noticed the way Sunghoonâs eyes softened as you went on about the different habitats of magical creatures, caught up in sharing the things you loved. He seemed entirely focused on you, even as the hallway grew emptier, his usual sharp edge melting into a quieter attentiveness that he rarely showed.
As you two walked, he seemed to subtly steer you, ensuring other students didnât approach with requests or questions. The few who tried to interrupt received one of Sunghoonâs cool, silent glares, and it was enough to make them think twice. But his attention never wavered from you, and you barely noticed anyone else around.
ââŚSo Iâm hoping to go on expeditions one day,â you said with a small smile, glancing up at him as you walked. âI want to see these creatures in the wild and understand their behaviors.â
Sunghoon looked at you, his gaze warm yet intent. âYou really mean that,â he murmured.
âOf course I do,â you replied, almost laughing. âI thought everyone knew that by now.â
His faint smile returned. âMaybe not everyone. But⌠I do.â
You blinked at the sudden seriousness in his tone, and for a moment, you were struck by the way he was looking at youâas if there was something heâd been meaning to say, something he was wrestling with. But as quickly as the moment surfaced, it was gone; he looked away, shoving his hands in his pockets.
âAnyway,â he said, clearing his throat. âGuess Iâll have to find something just as impressive to match that.â
You rolled your eyes, scoffing. âGood luck with that. Youâll have to work a lot harder to keep up.â
A smirk flashed across his face. âChallenge accepted,â he said quietly.
--
As you sat with the two Gryffindor students in the quiet corner of the library, the sunlight filtering through the high windows, you felt a sense of satisfaction in guiding them through the complexities of potions. They were both scrambling to keep up, flipping pages in their textbooks and frantically jotting down notes as you explained each component's properties and how they interacted.
After a moment, you paused to ask a question, gesturing to the list of ingredients for the Draught of Peace. âWhich ingredient in this potion helps to reduce anxiety but can cause drowsiness in high doses?â
One of the boys squinted at his notes before raising his hand tentatively. âUm⌠powdered moonstone?â
You nodded, a small smile crossing your lips. âExactly. Well done.â
He grinned, looking quite pleased with himself, then gave his friend a smug slap on the shoulder. âSee? Told you I was getting the hang of this,â he boasted, earning an eye-roll from his friend.
âDonât get too cocky,â you warned, a teasing edge to your voice. âOne right answer doesnât make you a Potions Master.â
He chuckled sheepishly, but it was clear he was still basking in your praise.
As the lesson went on, you glanced up for a moment, and your eyes caught sight of a familiar figure leaning against the edge of a nearby shelf: Sunghoon. He was watching the entire scene with his usual unreadable expression, arms crossed and a subtle smirk on his face, as if he found the whole situation amusing.
Rolling your eyes, you turned your focus back to the Gryffindors, deciding to ignore him. But despite your best efforts, you couldnât shake the awareness of his gaze. The two Gryffindors seemed completely oblivious to Sunghoonâs presence, but every now and then, you caught him subtly stepping closer, listening in.
Finally, you finished your explanations, assigning them a few practice problems to work on in their own time. They thanked you, relief written on their faces as they gathered their things to leave.
As they left, Sunghoon sauntered over, raising an eyebrow at you. âYou seem awfully generous with praise,â he remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
âOh, donât start,â you replied, rolling your eyes again as you closed your textbook. âIâm just trying to help them pass Potions. They donât have to be my rivals.â
âLucky for them,â he said, chuckling softly. Then he leaned in slightly, his voice lowering, âBut Iâd like to think Iâm the only one who gets to compete with you.â
You rolled your eyes and pulled out a worn notebook and a slightly tattered copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander from your bag, flipping to a page you had been absorbed in earlier. Your notes were meticulous and precise, with a small sketch of a selkie in the margin, its sleek form and dark eyes captured with surprising detail.
Sunghoon noticed immediately, his gaze drifting to the open book and your notes. He shifted his chair a little closer, leaning in to get a better look. "Whatâs all this?" he asked, clearly intrigued.
âOh, just some of my own notes,â you replied casually, though you couldnât deny the flicker of excitement at the chance to explain. âIâm copying parts of the book, adding some of my observations. Seeââ You pointed to a note on selkies. âThese markings here help them blend in with the seaweed, which makes them nearly invisible in shallow waters. Clever, right?â
Sunghoon nodded, and you could see the interest in his expression as he continued to study the page. Emboldened, you moved on, âAnd thisââ you pointed to another entry, flipping a few pages to a section on kelpies. âIf you ever encounter a kelpie, you should look out for water plants on its back; they often disguise themselves as beautiful horses near the shore to lure people into the water.â
âOr here, in this section on Acromantulas,â you continued, your excitement getting the better of you. âIf you ever come across an Acromantula lair, the air will feel damp and oddly warm, almost like a warning. They leave webs that catch the light differently than normal spider websâtheyâre shinier, with a silver tint.â
Sunghoonâs smirk softened, replaced by something you couldnât quite place. âYou really know your stuff,â he said softly, the admiration clear in his voice.
You glanced away, suddenly a little self-conscious under his gaze. âI just⌠really like learning about magical creatures,â you admitted with a shrug. âI think theyâre fascinating.â
Sunghoon let out a low chuckle. âI think youâre fascinating,â he murmured, almost too quietly for you to hear.
You paused, heart skipping a beat as you processed his words. But before you could respond, he cleared his throat, his expression unreadable once more as he reached for your book. âSo⌠what else should I know about magical creatures, in case we run into one?â
You grinned and continued explaining each creature with passion and detail, and he listened, seemingly content just to sit there, absorbed in every word you said.
You lost track of time as you continued sharing each creatureâs traits, fully immersed in the world of magical beasts and their quirks. You explained to Sunghoon how to spot a bowtruckle in the trees, the difference between a griffinâs call and a hippogriffâs, and why nifflers are drawn to sparkly objects. With every fact you shared, his eyes never left your face.
After a while, you realized just how close heâd inched toward you. There was hardly any space between you now, and you were all too aware of his gaze tracing the slope of your nose, the curve of your mouth as you spoke. It was almost unnerving, and for the first time, you found yourself stumbling over your words.
When you paused to catch your breath, Sunghoon broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. âI donât think Iâve ever heard anyone talk about magical creatures like that before.â
His words caught you off guard, and you felt warmth creeping into your cheeks. âThereâs so much out there we donât understand. I think thatâs the best partâthe mystery of it all.â You murmured, glancing down at your notebook.
Sunghoon leaned back in his chair, thoughtful. âMaybe thatâs why Iâve always thought youâre different from everyone else.â He looked down, almost shyly, as if he hadnât meant to let that slip.
You blinked, surprised. "Different?"
âYeah,â he replied, finally meeting your gaze again. âYouâre⌠genuine. Like, you actually care about the things that matter. You donât just do things because itâs expected, or because someone told you to. Youâre⌠well, itâs hard to explain.â He shrugged, visibly frustrated, and let out a small, self-deprecating chuckle.
You blinked, trying to make sense of what Sunghoon had just said, of the quiet vulnerability in his words. âI⌠didnât realize you thought about things like that,â you replied, your voice softer than youâd meant it to be.
But Sunghoonâs momentary openness seemed to vanish as soon as the words left your mouth. His eyes widened slightly, and he immediately turned away, his expression twisting into a frown. "I donât know why I evenââ
Before he could finish, he stood up abruptly, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. You barely had time to react as he took a few steps back, mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like âbeautiful eyesâ under his breath, though you couldnât be sure. Then, without looking back, he turned on his heel and strode out of the library, leaving you staring after him, stunned.
You sat there, watching the tall silhouette of his figure disappear through the doorway, a thousand questions spinning through your mind.
Madam Pinceâs voice snapped you out of your daze. She had quietly approached, tidying up the stray books the Gryffindor students had left behind. âIt doesnât take much to see he likes you,â she said, her tone somewhere between amused and exasperated.
Your head whipped around to face her, eyes wide. âWaitâwhat?â
She glanced at you over the rim of her spectacles, raising an eyebrow as she gathered a stack of books. âOh, come on. That boy didnât take his eyes off you for a second. He barely even noticed anyone else in the room.â She shook her head, a soft chuckle escaping her. âIf he could, I swear heâd have hearts in his eyes. Quite the smitten one, that Sunghoon.â
You felt your face heat up. âIâno, that canât be.â
Madam Pince gave a noncommittal hum, but her eyes sparkled with something like knowing. âIâve seen plenty of students in here studying. Thereâs something different about him.â
ou couldnât shake the image of Sunghoonâs gaze lingering on you, softer than youâd ever seen it, and the way heâd fumbled over his own words like he didnât know what to do with them.
âMaybe itâs just the way he looks at you,â Madam Pince added as she placed the last book on the shelf. âYouâd think heâs looking at his entire world.â
You felt your breath catch, her words lingering long after you left the library.
The next day, you found yourself standing in the hallway before Charms class, nervously glancing at Wooyoung. Youâd practically dragged him here to talk about Sunghoon, though you werenât entirely sure what you wanted to ask or how to approach him.
âCome on, Wooyoung, you have to help me figure this out,â you said, your voice a little more frantic than you intended. âDo you think⌠do you think he likes me?â
Wooyoung, leaning casually against the wall, smiled so wide that his grin nearly split his face. There was a gleam in his eyesâone that you knew all too well. The one he always wore when he had some mischievous plan brewing.
âLike you?â he echoed, raising an eyebrow. âWhy wouldnât he? You two are practically a walking clichĂŠ. The constant competition, the way you both try to one-up each other⌠Itâs as obvious as your latest Transfiguration assignment.â
You frowned, unsure of where he was going with this. âIâwhat do you mean by that?â
Wooyoung pushed off the wall, standing up straighter. His smile grew wider, and you immediately recognized that look. The one that meant heâd just come up with something ridiculous, probably to your detriment. âWhy donât you make him show it? Get him to prove he likes you.â
You stared at him, blinking in disbelief. âWhat? How am I supposed to do that?â
He sighed dramatically, as though youâd just asked him a question that was too easy to answer. âItâs simple. Make him jealous using me,â Wooyoung replied, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Your eyes widened. âWait, what? You want me to pretend to like you to make Sunghoon jealous?â
âExactly!â Wooyoung grinned, clearly pleased with himself. âAnd donât worry. Iâll even be the test bunny âfree of charge. Iâll stick close to you, spend all the time I can with you, and make it look like Iâm all about you. Trust me, Sunghoon will get the message real quick.â
You hesitated, worried. âI donât know, Wooyoung. This seems like a bad idea.â
He groaned in exasperation, rolling his eyes. âHow can someone so smart be so clueless? Itâs not like you have to actually date me or anything. Besides, youâre not even doing anything bad, just hanging out with your best friend Wooyoung. Youâll see what happens. Just wait until Sunghoon realizes whatâs going on. If he likes you, heâll show it.â
You bit your lip, not entirely convinced. The idea made you uneasy, but Wooyoung was already grabbing your arm, pulling you towards the classroom. âCome on. You can overthink it later. Letâs go.â
Reluctantly, you allowed yourself to be pulled into class, the moment you found your seat, you looked around, half-expecting to see Sunghoon. When he walked into class, you saw him immediatelyâtall and confident, his usual smirk in place. But as soon as his eyes landed on you, sitting next to Wooyoung, his entire demeanor shifted. His eyes narrowed, and his brow furrowed.
You felt your stomach flip when Sunghoon stalked over, crossing his arms.
âYouâre in my seat,â Sunghoon said, his voice cold as his eyes locked onto Wooyoung.
Wooyoung, not missing a beat, tilted his head back and looked at Sunghoon with a smug expression. âI donât see your name here,â he teased, his voice playful, almost sing-song. He then dramatically pulled you closer to him, as though to stake his claim. âBesides, Iâm sitting here now.â
You shot Wooyoung a look, but he was already enjoying this far too much. You glanced back at Sunghoon, who was glaring at Wooyoung with a look that could have burned a hole through him, his jaw clenched, his lips pressed into a thin line. But when Sunghoon looked at you, his eyes softened just a littleâthough the frown still remained. He sighed in frustration before walking off, clearly not wanting to make a scene.
His eyes then locked onto the desk directly in front of you, where a Ravenclaw student had been sitting just moments ago, quietly taking notes. Without so much as a glance toward you or Wooyoung, Sunghoon walked up to the desk with a purposeful stride.
The Ravenclaw, a young girl with glasses perched on the edge of her nose, looked up in mild surprise as Sunghoon approached her. She was about to ask if something was wrong when he stood before her, towering slightly as he looked down at her desk with an unwavering gaze.
âMove,â he said simply, his voice low and calm, but there was an unspoken authority in it. It wasnât a question, and there was no room for negotiation in his tone.
The Ravenclaw blinked, unsure of what was happening. âExcuse me?â she asked, her voice a little shaky.
Sunghoonâs expression remained neutral. âIâm sitting here,â he repeated, and he placed his bag down on the desk, almost as though he were claiming it.
The girl hesitated, glancing at the seat next to yours where Wooyoung sat, clearly not understanding the situation. She looked at the empty seats around the room, trying to figure out what to do.
âYou can find another seat,â Sunghoon added coolly, his gaze unflinching. âItâs not a big deal.â
The Ravenclaw swallowed hard, her face flushing with confusion and embarrassment. She had no idea what was happening. Was this some sort of joke? Was she supposed to just give up her seat because Sunghoon wanted it? She opened her mouth to protest again, but before she could speak, she caught the look in Sunghoonâs eyesâcold, almost daring her to defy him.
âOkay,â she muttered, gathering her things and standing up, clearly unnerved by the tension in the air. Reluctantly, she grabbed her bag, and with a small, defeated sigh, she walked toward a different desk, clearly trying to avoid further confrontation.
You watched the scene unfold with a mix of surprise and discomfort, and you could see Wooyoung beside you, clearly amused by the whole thing. Sunghoon didnât even spare a glance at the girl as she moved to another desk. He simply adjusted his books, and slid into the chair with a casual ease.
Wooyoung chuckled under his breath as class started, nudging you with an exaggerated wink. âWorked like a charm,â he whispered, grinning.
As Professor Flitwick began the lecture, Wooyoung scribbled something on a scrap of parchment and nudged it toward you, his grin widening when you glanced down.
âIâd say Sunghoon looks about two seconds away from hexing me,â heâd scrawled, complete with a little doodle of a scowling Sunghoon.
You smirked, scribbling back, âMore like two seconds from snapping his quill in half.â
Wooyoung had to stifle his laugh, glancing up to make sure Flitwick wasnât watching. Meanwhile, Sunghoon sat in front of you, stiff and silent, answering Professor Flitwickâs questions with uncharacteristic quietness. Normally, this was the part of the lesson where youâd challenge him, but you were too busy passing notes and snickering quietly with Wooyoung.
Meanwhile, Sunghoon, seemed quieter than usual. It was obvious to you that he wasnât paying much attention to the lesson nowâhis usually sharp focus shifted entirely to the students around him. You caught the way he glanced up when another student raised their hand, trying to challenge him. They asked a particularly tricky question about the correct incantation for a charm, but when Sunghoon answered smoothly, there was no cocky attitude, no smug smirk. He answered matter-of-factly, almost quietly, and then fell back into his seat, looking down at his parchment with furrowed brows.
Other students tried to challenge him, pushing for more details, but Sunghoon didnât rise to the occasion like he usually did with you. He remained reserved, answering them simply and without the usual bite in his voice.
And you couldnât help but wonder if this was all connected to the game you and Wooyoung had startedâtesting Sunghoon's reactions, seeing how far you could push him. You watched him for a few more moments, noting how his posture stiffened slightly whenever someone questioned him. It was like he was waiting for somethingâwaiting for you to throw a comment or a challenge his way. But you stayed quiet, not offering him the usual banter or playful disagreement.
Wooyoung passed you another note, his handwriting messier this time from his suppressed laughter. âGuess he only cares if itâs you arguing with him.â
As soon as Professor Flitwick dismissed the class, you barely had a second to pack up your things before Wooyoung seized your arm, yanking you up from your seat and ushering you toward the door with hurried enthusiasm.
âCome on, come on!â he whispered, grinning as he practically dragged you through the aisle, weaving between students as they gathered their things.
You stumbled slightly, barely managing to throw your bag over your shoulder as Wooyoung tugged you along, his grip firm as he steered you toward the corridor. Behind you, you caught a quick glimpse of Sunghoon, his expression darkening as he watched Wooyoung pull you away.
âWooyoung, slow down!â you protested, trying to keep from tripping as he continued his brisk pace down the hallway. You glanced back, half-expecting Sunghoon to be right behind you, but the corridor was empty, and you couldnât help but feel a small twinge of disappointment that he hadnât followed.
Wooyoung just laughed, his mischief only growing as he finally slowed down, his grip loosening as he threw you a victorious smile. âDid you see his face? He was practically glaring daggers at me!â
You rolled your eyes, brushing your hair out of your face as you tried to catch your breath. âYouâre going to drive him crazy at this rate. What if he actually loses it?â
Wooyoung smirked, shrugging as if it was no big deal. âIsnât that the plan? Youâll know for sure if he really likes you.â He wagged his eyebrows at you playfully, nudging you with his shoulder. âBesides, Iâve never seen him that riled up over anythingâor anyone, for that matter. And if heâs jealous, itâs because he knows heâs got competition.â
You opened your mouth to argue, but Wooyoung was already shooting you a smug grin, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he glanced over his shoulder, making sure Sunghoon hadnât caught up to you. You hated to admit it, but a part of you couldnât help but feel a bit giddy at the thought of getting under Sunghoonâs skin, especially after all the times heâd done the same to you.
Wooyoung didn't hold back over the next few days, sticking by your side at every opportunity, always there with that trademark mischievous grin. Heâd slide into the seat beside you during classes, insist on walking you to the Great Hall for meals, and show up at the library to âhelpâ you studyâeven if he spent more time drawing little doodles on your notes than actually being helpful.
You caught Sunghoon watching the two of you on more than one occasion, his gaze dark and intense, lips pressed into a firm line as Wooyoung leaned close to whisper something that would make you laugh. The frustration on Sunghoonâs face was unmistakable, but he never said anything. He would just look away with a huff, his jaw clenched as he turned his attention back to whatever was in front of him.
During Potions, Wooyoung made a particularly bold move, sliding his chair so close to yours that your shoulders brushed as you worked on a shared project. Sunghoon, who sat across from you, glared at Wooyoung with such ferocity that you were sure heâd burst.
âAre you two always this⌠close?â Sunghoon finally muttered, barely hiding the edge in his voice.
Wooyoung looked up with an innocent smile, putting an arm over your shoulder with exaggerated nonchalance. âOh, absolutely. Iâm just here to make sure no one distracts her from her studies,â he said with a wink in your direction.
You bit back a laugh as Sunghoonâs expression turned sour, his fingers tapping agitatedly against the desk.
As the days went on, Sunghoonâs patience seemed to fray bit by bit, his usual calm demeanor replaced by a simmering frustration. You could see it in the way he clenched his fists whenever he saw you with Wooyoung, how heâd roll his eyes when he overheard Wooyoung laughing with you in the library. He even began answering questions more aggressively in class, as though trying to reclaim some attention.
One evening, when Wooyoung had just pulled you out of the library after an impromptu âstudy session,â you spotted Sunghoon watching you from across the corridor, his expression dark. Wooyoung followed your gaze and smirked, leaning down to whisper, âI think heâs finally reaching his limit. Just waitâheâll crack any day now.â
--
You were sat in the courtyard, finally getting a moment to study in peace with Wooyoung serving detention, a shadow fell over your books. You looked up, blinking as Sunghoon stood there, hands shoved in his pockets, an intense look in his eyes.
âStudying alone for once?â he asked, his voice casual, but the edge in it unmistakable.
You gave him a small shrug, trying to appear unfazed. âYeah, Wooyoungâs busy.â
Sunghoon sat down across from you without asking, his gaze flickering over your books before settling on you. âSo, you and Wooyoung⌠youâve known each other for a while, huh?â he asked, trying to sound nonchalant but clearly fishing for something.
You raised an eyebrow, sensing where this was going. âWeâre good friends,â you replied simply. âWeâve known each other since second year.â
Sunghoonâs brows knit together, curiosityâand maybe a hint of jealousyâlingering in his expression. âHow did that even happen? You two donât seem like the most⌠obvious match.â
You laughed a little at the memory. âOh, it was something, alright. I found him running from Filch after heâd set off one of those cursed prank fireworks. He practically begged me to hide him, so I did. After that, we just⌠clicked, I guess. Iâd cover for him, and heâd keep me entertained with his ridiculous schemes.â
Sunghoon nodded, a faint smirk appearing on his lips. âSo youâre telling me youâve been cleaning up his messes for years.â
You laughed. âPretty much.â
For a moment, Sunghoon seemed lost in thought, a silence settling between you as he absorbed what youâd shared. He looked down at the book open in front of youâa piece on mythical creatures.
âSounds like youâre a better friend than he deserves,â he muttered, his voice barely loud enough to hear. And then, without waiting for your reaction, he quickly added, âBut maybe youâre just too kind. I doubt youâd turn away anyone if they asked for help.â He leaned forward, arms crossed and a curious look on his face, as if he were ready to seize this moment and talk about anythingâeverything, even.
âSo⌠this whole mythical creatures thing,â he began, nodding toward the book in front of you. âItâs what you want to do after school, right?â
You hesitated, but then you looked up and caught the way Sunghoonâs gaze softened as he waited for you to answer. There was no trace of his usual smirk or sarcastic tone; he just looked genuinely⌠interested. Almost desperate to keep this conversation going, like he needed to talk to you, even if it was about the most random thing he could think of.
Letting out a quiet sigh, you nodded. âYeah⌠I guess I want to travel, see the world, learn about different creatures out there.â
Sunghoon nodded slowly, eyes never leaving yours. âMakes sense for you.â
You couldnât help but smile. âWhat about you, Sunghoon? What do you want to do?â
He ran a hand through his hair, looking slightly awkward as he considered his answer. âMe? Well⌠my family expects me to follow in their footsteps and work in the Ministry. Some important role thatâll keep the Park name respectable or whatever.â
You raised an eyebrow, surprised at how openly he was talking about it. âAnd⌠is that what you want?â
He hesitated, glancing away briefly before meeting your eyes again. âHonestly? No. But itâs not like I get much say in it. My parents⌠they donât really ask what I want. They just have this⌠plan. And Iâm supposed to go along with it.â
You softened, forgetting all about Wooyoungâs plan. âMaybe one day, youâll get to do what you actually want. Even if it means disappointing a few people along the way.â
Sunghoonâs lips curved into a faint smile. âMaybe.â
While you and Sunghoon continued your conversation, Wooyoung burst onto the scene, looking a bit disheveled from detention.
"Hey! You promised youâd help me with Astronomy, remember?" he announced, hands on his hips as he gestured toward the library.
You blinked, taken aback. âDid I? I donât remember promising that, Wooââ
But Wooyoung wasnât giving you a moment to think. He sidled up to you, giving Sunghoon a mischievous side-eye as he tried to usher you away. That was, until Sunghoon suddenly stood up with startling speed.
âActually, weâll both help you,â he said firmly, his voice determined, like he was making a declaration. He looked between you and Wooyoung, and you couldnât hide your surprise. Sunghoon had never offered to tutor anyone, much less help anyone study.
Wooyoung faltered for a moment, his usual quick wit momentarily stunned. âWait, you want to help? Since when does Sunghoon Park volunteer to help anyone?â he stammered, clearly thrown off his game.
Without missing a beat, Sunghoon reached out, grabbing your hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and gently pulled you along. He positioned himself slightly in front of you, blocking Wooyoungâs view just enough to hold your attention. His touch was firm, warm, and you could feel the faintest bit of tension in his grip, as though he was reluctant to let you go.
âCome on,â he said, glancing back at you, eyes lit with determination.
You barely had time to process the boldness of his move, your heart beating a little faster at the intensity in his gaze. But then, from behind you, Wooyoung snapped out of his daze.
âHey! Donât leave me!â he shouted, sprinting forward to catch up.
Once inside the library, Sunghoon led you to a secluded corner, where the stacks of books created a quiet, private nook. He settled down across from you, pulling out his Astronomy textbook and parchment without a word. You followed suit, just as Wooyoung stumbled in, slightly out of breath and muttering curses under his breath.
"Merlin, Sunghoon, did you have to practically run here? Not all of us have legs that belong on a Quidditch team,â Wooyoung huffed, plopping down in the remaining seat and tossing his Astronomy books onto the table.
You chuckled softly, but Sunghoon didnât seem to notice. He had already opened his book and was flipping to a relevant chapter, his eyes scanning the page with a quiet focus. The three of you settled in, and soon, you began explaining the constellations and how to identify them, taking a parchment to map out a few diagrams for Wooyoung.
Sunghoon added an occasional word here and there, though you quickly noticed his advice was always directed toward you, not Wooyoung. It was as if he couldnât be bothered to look at Wooyoung directly, instead choosing to watch you as you spoke. Every so often, he'd chime in at the end of your explanations, repeating or affirming your words like a quiet echo.
"Right," youâd say, finishing up a description of Orion. âThatâs why its belt is so distinctive in the night sky.â
"Distinctive,â Sunghoon murmured, nodding slightly as he watched you, his gaze steady.
Wooyoung, however, wasnât about to let this slide. He shot you a look of exaggerated exasperation, rolling his eyes playfully as Sunghoon added yet another short agreement after your sentence.
âIf Iâd known studying with the both of you would be this one-sided, Iâd have just gone to Hagridâs for a simpler lecture,â Wooyoung quipped, pretending to grumble. He shot you a grin. âYouâre doing all the heavy lifting here. Sunghoonâs just admiring the view.â
You stifled a laugh, glancing at Sunghoon, who simply shrugged and looked away, not even trying to deny it. A faint blush had crept up his cheeks, but he kept his gaze on his notes, acting unbothered as he continued to jot things down.
The table fell quiet for a moment, the only sounds being the rustling of pages and the scratching of quills. Sunghoon had finally turned his attention to his notes, his posture still stiff and focused, while Wooyoung, sitting across from you, began to plot. You could feel the mischievous glint in his eyes as he glanced between you and Sunghoon, an idea forming behind that grin of his. You knew that grin wellâit was the kind of grin that spelled out nothing good.
And then, as if on cue, Wooyoung shifted in his seat, straightened up, and suddenly leaned forward, all casual-like.
âY/N,â he began, his voice loud enough to carry across the quiet library. âDo you ever wonder what it would be like if Sunghoon here actually smiled when he helped us study? You know, like⌠with an actual expression, not just his usual âIâm-too-cool-for-thisâ face?â
You shot him a look, one that made it clear you were aware of what he was doing. You opened your mouth to say something, but Wooyoung was already going for it. He nudged your elbow gently with his, a silent request for backup.
âI mean,â he continued, his voice deliberately drawing out the words, âI bet you could teach him a thing or two about showing some emotion, right? Iâve seen you make him smile once in a while. Thatâs kind of impressive, considering, you know⌠he usually doesn't even seem to know how to have fun. Maybe you should be his personal tutor on that.â
You suppressed a laugh, but it was difficult to stop your lips from twitching. Sunghoon, however, didnât react at first. He kept his eyes on the page in front of him, though the muscles in his jaw twitched slightly, and his posture tightened.
Wooyoung wasnât done. No, he was just getting started. He leaned back in his chair, completely at ease, as if he were speaking casually about the weather.
âSo,â he said with a sly grin, âSunghoon, what's it like, huh? Sitting here and being the epitome of cool? Donât you get bored sometimes?â He leaned forward, directing his question to Sunghoon directly now. âYou ever get jealous? Like when Y/N and I hang out and I make her laugh, but you canât seem to do the same? Maybe you could learn something from me after all. You know, how to crack a joke here and there. Itâd be a good change of pace for you.â
Your eyes widened, realizing the full extent of Wooyoungâs plan. He was making you the center of attention, and Sunghoon was stuck right in front of you, getting teased in a way that was bound to rattle him.
For a moment, it seemed like Sunghoon was going to retort, but then something changed. He looked at you briefly, his expression unreadable, before his gaze flicked back to his notes.
âI donât need to crack jokes to be effective,â he muttered, the words clipped and sharp, though there was a distinct edge to them. âBut you do seem to have a talent for making everything an entertainment show.â
Wooyoungâs grin only widened at the jab. "Well, someoneâs gotta keep things interesting."
You were trying so hard not to laugh, your hand pressed against your lips to stifle the giggles. You could tell that Wooyoung was enjoying to push Sunghoonâs buttons, waiting for him to bite, and it was hard to ignore how Sunghoon seemed to slowly crack under the pressure.
Finally, you couldnât keep it in anymore. You let out a soft laugh, looking at Sunghoon with a teasing smile. âYouâre not gonna let Wooyoung get to you, are you?â
Sunghoon paused, his eyes flickering to you, he exhaled, almost like a sigh, and then said, with a quiet edge, âIâve got more important things to focus on than whatever this is.â
Madam Pince appeared just as you were trying to suppress the last of your laughter, her stern eyes scanning the room. She spotted you from across the library and made her way over, her expression softening a little when she saw you sitting with Sunghoon and Wooyoung.
"Ah, Y/N," she said in her usual clipped tone. "Iâm in need of some assistance. Thereâs a book missing, and you seem to be one of the few students who knows this library well enough to help me track it down."
You nodded quickly, grateful for the excuse to step away from the tension growing between Sunghoon and Wooyoung. "Of course, Madam Pince. I'll help you find it."
You were prepared to leave, but before you did, you leaned closer to Wooyoung, who was still watching Sunghoon, his expression one of quiet amusement.
âPlay fair, Wooyoung,â you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear but soft enough that Sunghoon wouldnât catch on.
Wooyoung gave you a wide, mischievous grin, his eyes twinkling with the hint of something elseâperhaps a little bit of challenge. "You got it, Y/N," he whispered back, his voice teasing.
Then, you turned to Sunghoon, who had been unusually quiet, his eyes focused on his notes but his body language still tight. You werenât sure if he was just avoiding Wooyoungâs teasing or if there was something else on his mind.
Leaning in slightly, you whispered to him, just as softly as you had to Wooyoung, âGo easy on Wooyoung, alright?â
Sunghoon didnât immediately respond, but you could see his eyes flicker with a slight surprise. He gave a quick, almost imperceptible nod, though his lips remained pressed together in that tight line he often wore when he wasnât sure how to express himself.
"Fine," he muttered, his tone as close to a concession as youâd get from him.
With that, you excused yourself from the table, gathering your bag and walking away with Madam Pince, who seemed to appreciate the extra pair of hands.
--
You handed Madam Pince the book when you found it, her lips curling into a small, appreciative smile. "Thank you, Y/N. Youâre always so helpful," she said, before disappearing behind a shelf to return the book to its rightful place.
Once that was done, you made your way back to the table where youâd left Sunghoon and Wooyoung. But when you walked up, you noticed that only Sunghoon remained, his focus still on his notes, though he didnât seem as intense as he had been earlier. His shoulders were slightly hunched over, his quill scratching across the parchment in front of him.
"Whereâd Wooyoung go?" you asked, your voice light but curious.
Sunghoon didnât look up at first, continuing to write something down before responding. "He got too bored and decided to leave. Probably off causing trouble somewhere," he said, his voice flat.
You sighed, shaking your head. "I should've known. He's always up to something."
Sunghoon just shrugged and went back to his work, not saying anything more.
After some time, Sunghoon glanced up from his notes and reached for one of the books you had both been reading. He scanned a passage, muttering something under his breath before looking at you again.
"Hereâs a question," he said, reading aloud. "What do you think is the primary trait that allows a Thestral to remain undetected by most students?" He paused for a moment, his eyes locking with yours. "I think it's their ability to be invisible to those who haven't experienced death. What would you add to that?"
You thought for a second. "I would add that they also have an inherent ability to sense the emotions of others, which could explain why they only reveal themselves to people who have truly understood loss. Itâs not just physical invisibility, itâs emotional, too."
Sunghoon nodded thoughtfully, a small smile playing at his lips. "I like that. Youâve got a good point."
As you both continued discussing the finer details of Thestrals, your chairs inched closer and closer without either of you noticing. At first, it was just a subtle shift in the way you both sat, both leaning in a little to be closer to the books and each otherâs notes. But soon, you were sitting shoulder to shoulder, the space between you so small it almost didnât matter anymore.
You could feel the warmth of his shoulder brushing against yours, a strange sense of familiarity in the way you both fit together in that moment. And when he passed you a book, his hand brushing yours in the process, neither of you pulled away.
The air between you both seemed to shift, subtle yet undeniable. Time seemed to slow for a moment, and you couldn't help but notice the brief flicker in Sunghoon's eyesâlike he was aware of the closeness, of the sudden tension that hadn't been there before.
You both locked eyes, your gazes lingering a little longer than they should have. Then, just as quickly, his gaze dropped to your lips, and you felt a slight shift in your chest. You instinctively licked your lips, a nervous habit, and when you did, Sunghoon's gaze followed the motion, his eyes following the path of your tongue. You could almost feel the shift in his focus as he swallowed, his Adamâs apple bobbing. You felt a rush of heat flood your cheeks at the realization that he had caught it, that he had been watching you so intently.
You gave him a soft smile, just a hint of amusement in your expression, before you quickly looked back down at your notes, trying to regain your composure.
Sunghoon, as if breaking free from whatever spell had taken hold of him, seemed to blink and shake himself out of his trance. His gaze shifted back to his notes, though there was a slight tightness in his jaw that hadn't been there before. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his usual collected demeanor.
"Right," he muttered, focusing on the book in front of him as though it was the most interesting thing in the room.
Your hand, poised over your quill, hesitated for a moment, as if unsure of what to write next. Your thoughts were scattered nowâyour mind buzzing with a thousand things, none of them having to do with the notes in front of you. You focused on the lines, the words, the shapes of the ink on the page, but it was a challenge. Everything felt so much more present now.
The night had stretched on without either of you noticing. The quiet between you had been comfortable, filled with soft whispers of pages turning and the faint scratch of quills on paper. When you finally stood, stretching your stiff limbs, the weight of the evening pressed down on you. Sunghoon, still by your side, packed his books slowly, as if reluctant to leave.
You both stepped out of the library together, the cool night air hitting you with the suddenness of it, making you shiver slightly. Sunghoon, as usual, was a step ahead of you, walking with that calm, collected air he always carried.
As the doors to the library clicked shut behind you, the portraits along the hallways seemed to come alive, their eyes following you both as you walked. Your eyes flicked over the various faces, and then you noticed a particular paintingâtwo lovers standing close, gazing at each other with love. The two figures in the painting seemed to smirk at you, their eyes sparkling with mischievous intent.
A wave of warmth spread over you, and before you could even think, your face flushed, the embarrassment catching you off guard. You quickly looked away, focusing on the stone floor beneath your feet, trying to hide your blush. Thatâs when your gaze inadvertently lifted up, and you found yourself looking at Sunghoon.
You hadnât meant to stare, but you couldnât help it. His side profile was so striking, every feature seeming perfectly sculpted in the low light of the hallway. His sharp jawline was defined, the angle of it so perfect it almost looked like something out of a painting itself. His noseâstraight and sharpâseemed to fit his face so well. You could see the faint moles on his skin, scattered along his otherwise perfect pale skin. His dark hair, messy but somehow perfect, fell effortlessly over his forehead, and the way it framed his face made everything about him seem even more⌠intense.
But it was his eyes that captivated you the most. Even though he wasnât looking directly at you, you could feel themâthose eyes that were usually so guarded, now more thoughtful.
When you reached the entrance to your common room, you stopped, both of you hesitant for just a second. The words you wanted to say stuck in your throat, you looked up at him again, your gaze lingering on his face.
âThanks for walking me back,â you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.
Sunghoon nodded, and for a moment, neither of you moved. He hesitated before giving you a small, almost imperceptible smile.
âAnytime,â he replied, his voice softer than usual, almost unsure.
--
You tossed and turned in your bed, the sheets tangled around your legs, the restless whispers of your bedmatesâ snores filling the silence of the dormitory. Despite the rhythmic sound of their breathing, it only seemed to make everything feel more stifling. The night stretched on far too long, the weight of your thoughts keeping you wide awake. No matter how you shifted, how many times you tried to find a comfortable position, sleep refused to come.
It was late. Too late. You should be asleep, but every time you closed your eyes, the thoughts came back, chasing you into a wakefulness that felt almost unbearable. You groaned softly, rubbing your face with both hands.
Sighing in frustration, you finally gave up. With a groan, you sat up, blinking in the dim light that filtered in from the window. You glanced around at your sleeping bedmates, none of them aware of your restlessness. The soft, sleepy murmurs of their dreams only made the weight of your own thoughts feel heavier. You needed to get out.
Quietly, you slipped your legs off the bed and padded across the floor in your slippers. You grabbed your jacket from the back of your chair and threw it on over your pyjamas, the fabric slightly chilly against your skin. Your wand was a comforting weight in your hand as you whispered the slightest incantation under your breath. The quiet "Lumos" from your wandâs tip provided a faint light, just enough to guide your way.
The corridors of Hogwarts were eerily quiet, bathed in shadow, save for the faint glow of your wand. You moved carefully, keeping your footsteps light, aware of the potential danger of being caught. You didnât want to risk Filch or Mrs. Norris spotting you, so you kept your senses heightened. If you saw anyone, you'd be ready to cast the Disillusionment Charm in an instant, blending into the shadows before they could even register your presence.
Before long, you reached your destinationâthe Astronomy Tower. You could already feel the calming presence of the stars, even from the base of the tower. You hurried up the winding stairs, each step taking you closer to the quiet peace of the tower. Your breath quickened as you climbed. When you reached the top, you pushed open the door to the tower and stepped out into the cool night air.
The stars twinkled above you, scattered across the sky like diamonds scattered on velvet. The moon hung high and bright, casting a silvery glow over the castle. The familiar peace settled over you, the noise in your head beginning to fade as you stood there, gazing out at the endless night.
As you stood there in the quiet, the faint shuffle of footsteps behind you pulled your attention away from the stars. You instinctively gripped your wand, the spell already forming in your mind, but before you could cast it, a familiar voice rang out, low and quiet, but unmistakable.
âWell, well, didnât expect to see you here.â
You turned quickly, your heart racing, and found Sunghoon standing just a few feet away. His presence felt like a sudden shift in the air, his gaze fixed on you, unreadable yet steady. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at his lips.
âWhat are you doing here?â You tried to sound casual, but your pulse quickened. You had been hoping for solitude, not the unexpected company of someone who seemed to occupy so much space in your mind lately.
Sunghoon tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing in that way that made you feel as though he was always observing, always calculating. âSame reason as you, I suspect. Couldnât sleep.â He took a step closer, his movements smooth and deliberate. âThe stars have a way of making everything⌠quieter, donât they?â
You hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to make small talk or let the silence stretch on.
âI didnât think youâd be the type to sneak out at night,â he added, his voice taking on that teasing tone you were so familiar with.
âIâm not usually,â you replied, though the words felt a little less convincing now. âJust⌠needed some air. Some time away from everything.â
âEverything?â Sunghoon echoed, his eyebrow raising slightly. âIncluding me?â
You froze, unsure how to answer, but before you could say anything, he was already standing next to you.
You turned your attention back to the stars, unable to meet his gaze. âNo, not you,â you murmured quietly, almost reflexively. âI just⌠donât know how to sort all of this out.â
Sunghoon was silent for a beat, then spoke again, his voice softer now, a touch more serious. âYou know, you donât have to figure everything out all at once.â
You met his gaze, and for the first time, you didnât see a challenge there. âI donât know if I want to figure it out,â you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
His lips curled into that familiar smirk, but this time, it was different. There was no teasing edge, just the soft hint of understanding. âFair enough.â
You exhaled slowly, considering his words.
âYou know,â he said after a moment, his voice almost thoughtful, âIâve seen you up here before, on some nights.â
You blinked, surprised. âYou have?â
He shrugged, his gaze never leaving the stars. âSometimes. I didnât want to disturb you, though. You looked⌠peaceful.â
There was a flicker of something in his eyes, but it was gone so quickly that you werenât sure if you had imagined it. He shifted slightly, and before you knew it, he was sitting down on the cold stone floor of the tower, his legs crossed as he looked up at the sky.
You hesitated for a moment, then joined him, sitting a few inches away.
After a long silence, you broke the silence, your voice almost soft. âThe stars look beautiful, donât they?â
Sunghoon glanced at you, but instead of following your gaze to the sky, his eyes lingered on you for a moment. âYeah,â he agreed. âThey are.â His gaze lingered a moment longer.
He never really looked at the night sky at all.
--
History of Magic class had never been your favorite, but this particular day, you were running late, thanks to a rather inconvenient staircase that decided to shift just as you were climbing it. You had narrowly avoided tripping, but it had definitely delayed your arrival to class.
You stepped into the classroom with a quiet sigh of relief, thankful that Professor Binns was, as usual, sound asleep, floating behind his desk in his usual ethereal state.
Your eyes scanned the classroom for an empty seat, your gaze flicking from student to student until you caught sight of Sunghoon. He was sitting a few rows ahead, his expression calm, though his eyes subtly flickered toward you. He gave you a slight nod and a small gesture with his hand, silently urging you to sit beside him.
You hesitated for a moment, but then shrugged, deciding it wouldnât hurt to join him. As you made your way toward him, you felt the weight of your bag on your shoulder, wondering if youâd packed something extra this morning. You dropped into the seat beside him and set your bag down with a sigh.
But as you opened it to grab your notes, you immediately gasped, shocked. There was something extra in there that you hadnât packedâsomething that wasnât supposed to be in your bag. You quickly shut it again, looking around nervously, but fortunately, no one seemed to be paying attention. Most of the class was too busy chatting or goofing off to notice.
Sunghoon, noticing your surprise, raised an eyebrow at you. âWhatâs wrong?â
You nudged the bag toward him, a questioning look in your eyes. He tilted his head, curious, and then leaned in slightly. Without saying anything, he reached over and opened your bag. When his eyes met yours again, his expression mirrored your own surprise, and he quickly closed it, his eyebrows shooting up in shock.
âWhat the hell?â Sunghoon muttered under his breath, glancing around to make sure no one had noticed.
You both kept your voices low, trying to keep the situation between just the two of you. Sunghoon passed you his notes for the rest of the class, a wordless agreement to focus on the task at hand.
By the time Professor Binns finally stirred, slowly waking from his nap, you were practically ready to bolt out of the classroom. Sunghoon, too, had packed up quickly, his eyes flickering over to you as if he shared your urgency.
The moment Binns waved you off with a disinterested dismissal, you were out of your seat in an instant, clutching your bag tightly to your side. Sunghoon followed after you, his footsteps quick and light as he kept pace beside you. The two of you slipped into an empty classroom just down the hall. You quickly shut the door behind you, and Sunghoon locked it, his eyes flicking back to you, unsure of what was about to happen.
You didnât waste any time. You set your bag on a nearby table and opened it again, and as you reached inside, your fingers brushed against something warm and softâand then, with a slight tug, you pulled out Spark, the little Niffler, who immediately clung to you with his tiny paws.
You couldnât help but laugh in surprise as Spark squirmed in your grip, his shiny black eyes gleaming as he wriggled in your arms, his pouch clearly overflowing. âThatâs why my bag was so heavy!â you exclaimed in disbelief, shaking your head. âI thought I packed an extra book! How did you sneak in there, little guy?â
Spark tried twisting around in your arms, desperate to get away, but you held him tightly, trying to keep him under control. He was practically a bundle of energy, clearly pleased with himself after whatever little heist heâd gone on.
Sunghoon watched you both for a moment, raising an eyebrow as he crossed his arms. âHow did he even get away from Hagrid?â he asked, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and genuine curiosity.
You shrugged nonchalantly. âNifflers are tricky,â you said, your smile growing as you felt Spark nuzzle against you, clearly satisfied with his haul.
âI imagine Hagridâs going to be missing something when he realizes.â Sunghoon said, his tone slightly teasing.
âIâll return whatever he stole,â you said, a little exasperated, but the fondness for the mischievous creature clear in your voice. âIf I can ever get him to give it back.â
Sunghoonâs eyes lingered on Spark for a moment longer before he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. âOnly you could have a Niffler hiding in your bag during school.â
You smiled sheepishly. âWell, I donât make it easy for myself, do I?â
Sunghoon let out a soft laugh, his gaze still fixed on Spark "Definitely not," he said, a teasing tone slipping into his voice.
You rolled your eyes, though you couldnât help but smile at the way he looked at you. You adjusted your grip on Spark, who had decided that now was the perfect time to try and escape, wiggling energetically.
"Okay, okay," you said, giving up trying to keep him still. "You win. You can go play, but if you steal anything else, Iâm telling Hagrid." Spark let out a small chirp as he scurried off your lap and darted toward a stack of books in the corner of the room, clearly on the hunt for more shiny objects.
Sunghoonâs chuckle faded as he looked over at you, his eyes a little more thoughtful now. "Youâve got a lot going on, huh?" he asked, his voice soft, almost as if he was just realizing something he hadnât thought about before.
You cut him off with a playful shrug. "Itâs nothing I canât handle," you said, your tone light. "Besides, Iâve got good company to help me through it." You flashed him a grin, hoping to keep things light.
Sunghoonâs eyes softened, his lips curving into a small smile. For a moment, he just looked at you, but before either of you could say anything more, Spark returned with what looked like a shiny button in his mouth, clearly pleased with his new find.
Sunghoon glanced at Spark, then back at you, his expression amused but still thoughtful. "I think youâre more like him than you realize," he said, a hint of warmth in his voice. "Getting into trouble, but always figuring it out somehow."
You raised an eyebrow, surprised by his words. "I wouldnât say Iâm that bad."
He shrugged nonchalantly, his smile lingering. "Maybe not. But you definitely keep things interesting."
Eventually, Spark seemed to grow bored of his treasure hunt and returned to your lap, curling up contentedly. You smiled down at him, your fingers absentmindedly petting his fluffy little head.
"Guess we should probably get back to studying," you said, your voice softer now, more relaxed.
Sunghoon nodded, leaning back slightly in his chair, his gaze lingering on you for just a moment longer. "Yeah, I suppose so."
You and Sunghoon made your way to the courtyard after packing up your things from the empty classroom. The sun was beginning to set, casting a soft golden light over the stone pathways. The courtyard was quiet, except for the occasional rustling of leaves and the distant chatter of students who had finished their classes for the day. You found a quiet bench near the flowerbeds, your books spread out between you as you settled in to continue your study session.
As soon as you opened your notebook, the challenge began.
"So, whatâs this about the Thunderbirds again?" Sunghoon asked, glancing at the page you were studying. "Iâve heard of them, but Iâm not sure I get the whole thing."
You couldnât help but smirk slightly, glad to have an advantage for once. "Thunderbirds are fascinating," you said, your voice animated as you leaned in a little closer to your notes. "Theyâre massive, magical birds that can summon storms with the beat of their wings. Theyâre native to North America and are known for being extremely elusive."
Sunghoon leaned back, crossing his arms with an amused smile. "Well, I already knew they could summon storms. But the elusive part? Thatâs new." He paused, then added, "So, what, they just hide all the time?"
"Theyâre incredibly protective of their nests," you continued, undeterred by his teasing. "They only show themselves to those they trust, and even then, itâs rare. Thatâs why spotting one is so special."
Sunghoon hummed thoughtfully, clearly intrigued, but then his gaze shifted to the open page of Defense Against the Dark Arts you had next to you. "Okay, okay. Enough with the Thunderbirds," he said, tapping the page lightly. "What about this spell here? Do you know how to counter the Inferius Charm? Because thatâs actually something Iâve been working on in my spare time."
You paused, blinking a little at him. "Inferius Charm?" you asked, your brow furrowing as you tried to recall your lessons. "Isnât that the one where you reanimate the dead?"
"Exactly," Sunghoon replied, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "Itâs really tricky to deal with, but if you know the right counter-curse, you can stop them cold."
You thought for a moment, then nodded slowly. "I remember the counter-curse is Finite Incantatem, right? But it only works if the Inferius hasnât fully gained control yet. Otherwise, you need something stronger, like Fiendfyre."
Sunghoon raised an eyebrow. "Youâve been reading ahead, havenât you?"
You smiled, a bit smug. "I like to be prepared."
"Well, I can see that," he said, turning his attention back to his notes. "But let me tell you something you might not know," he added, leaning forward a bit. "A strong Patronus works too. Itâs not something most people would think about, but the energy from a Patronus is enough to break the dark magic animating the Inferius."
You blinked, surprised. "Thatâs⌠thatâs actually really clever."
He smirked, clearly pleased with himself. "I donât just look good, you know."
You rolled your eyes playfully, but there was something about the way Sunghoon said it, so confidently, that made you smile. "Iâll give you credit, thatâs pretty impressive."
But you werenât about to let him have the last word. "But, you know, for someone whoâs so good at Defense Against the Dark Arts," you teased, "you should really know that Fiendfyre is a dangerous last resort. Itâs not something to throw around casually."
Sunghoon raised his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay. Iâll admit itâI was showing off a little."
You both laughed, as you leaned back, taking a deep breath. It was nice, you realized, to have this kind of easy conversation with him.
The cool evening air brushed against your face as the sun finally dipped below the horizon, casting the courtyard in a soft, dusky light. You and Sunghoon continued your quiet study session, each of you focused but every so often exchanging playful glances or little remarks.
You found yourself looking at him more often than you realized, noticing the way the fading light reflected in his dark eyes, how his sharp jawline seemed more defined in the soft glow of the evening.
"So, whatâs your favorite magical creature?" Sunghoon asked suddenly, his voice breaking the silence between you two.
You blinked, taken off guard by the question. "Favorite?" You thought for a moment, glancing at the magical creatures book on the table between you. "I think Iâd have to go with Thestrals."
"Thestrals?" Sunghoon echoed, raising an eyebrow. "Isnât that a bit dark for you?"
You smirked, tilting your head. "Not at all. Theyâre misunderstood creatures. They're associated with death, yes, but theyâre also symbols of strength, resilience, and the importance of seeing the world for what it is."
Sunghoon seemed to pause for a moment, considering your words. "I get it," he said, his voice softening. "They're like the quiet ones that people forget about or are afraid of, but they're actually kind of⌠impressive."
You smiled, pleased he seemed to understand. "Exactly. Theyâre beautiful in their own way."
A comfortable silence stretched between you both after that, the air around you growing cooler as the evening progressed.
As you flipped through your notes, you heard him sigh, and when you looked up, his eyes were still on you.
"Youâve been pretty quiet about your personal life," Sunghoon said after a moment. His voice was casual, but there was an undercurrent of curiosity. "Whatâs something people donât know about you?"
You raised an eyebrow, half-suspicious and half-curious. "Why the sudden interest?"
"Iâm just wondering," he replied, shrugging with a nonchalant smile. "You know everything about meâwell, almost everythingâso I thought maybe Iâd ask you something personal."
You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. You werenât used to opening up about yourself like this, especially to someone who had been a bit of a puzzle to you until now.
"I guess," you started slowly, glancing down at your notes for a moment, "one thing people donât know about me is that I actually really enjoy quiet moments like this. Everyone always thinks Iâm outgoing, but I like being still. I like the peace."
Sunghoon watched you closely as you spoke, his expression softening. "Thatâs⌠kind of surprising," he said, almost as if he were contemplating your words. "But I get it. Itâs nice to just⌠exist in the moment sometimes."
You simply nodded.
--
As weeks passed and the tension between you and Sunghoon grew, you found yourself wrestling with your thoughts more and more. The plan youâd concocted with Wooyoung had seemed like a good idea at the timeâpush Sunghoon into showing his feelings by making him jealous. But now, the thought of it made you uneasy. You had seen the signs in Sunghoonâhis subtle glances, the way his attention shifted to you whenever you were around. But you realized you didnât want to force him into a corner, didnât want to pressure him into confessing if he wasnât ready.
The truth was, you wanted him to figure it out on his own, just as you wanted to figure out your own feelings. But that didnât make it any easier. Your heart raced every time he was near you, and your thoughts seemed to trip over themselves when you tried to sort out what you were feeling. You didnât want to rush things, didnât want to push him into something that wasnât genuine, but you were also terrified of staying in this state of tension forever.
Wooyoung, of course, noticed the change immediately. His wide grin faltered when you told him you were cutting off the plan. "Youâre really giving up on this, huh?" he asked, a little disappointment creeping into his voice. "I thought you were just waiting for the perfect moment."
You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "I donât want to force him into something, Wooyoung. Iâm tired of all the games." You paused, the weight of your words sinking in. "I donât even know if Iâm ready to confess to him, let alone push him into it."
Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, his usual teasing expression softening for once. "Youâve got a point," he admitted. "But you know, youâve got this⌠tension. Like the two of you are on the verge of something, and neither of you wants to take that step. How long are you going to let that happen?"
You glanced away, feeling your cheeks flush. "I donât know⌠Iâm scared, Wooyoung. What if he doesnât feel the same way? Or worse, what if we mess everything up by saying the wrong thing?"
He watched you for a moment, his eyes softer than usual. "Youâre not alone in that fear, you know? But if you never try, youâll never know. Just⌠donât overthink it."
It was advice that made sense, but the doubt still lingered. You had always prided yourself on being confident, on taking things head-on, but with Sunghoon, everything felt so much more complicated. It wasnât just about your feelings for himâit was about everything else too. The quiet moments you shared, the unspoken tension, the way he made you feel when he was around. You didnât want to risk losing all of that by moving too quickly or, even worse, by never moving at all.
And yet, the longer the silence stretched between you, the harder it became to ignore. There were times when you would catch Sunghoon glancing at you across the room, when youâd catch his gaze lingering just a moment too long. And each time, you wondered if he was feeling the same things you were.
The months passed, and the tension between you two only seemed to build. Neither of you had confessed, and yet there was this invisible thread that connected you. Every laugh, every glance, every conversation seemed to deepen the unspoken bond between you. You couldnât tell whether it was a friendship or something more, but the ambiguity felt like a heavy weight.
You still didnât know what the right choice was. And as the year went on, you found yourself questioning whether you had made the right decision. Should you have taken the leap? Should you have forced Sunghoon into confessing, just like Wooyoung had suggested? Or was your choice to wait, to let him figure it out on his own, the right one after all?
--
The cool night air wrapped around you as you sat cross-legged on the floor of the Astronomy Tower, your eyes tracing the constellations above. It was one of those nights when the stars seemed to shine brighter, when everything around you felt still and quiet, almost too perfect for the chaotic thoughts running through your mind.
Your focus shifted as you flicked your wand, turning a nearby stone into a delicate flower for only a second before it crumbled back into dust. Sighing, you leaned back, your hands behind you, as you stared up at the sky again, wondering if you would ever find the courage to move past the endless tension with Sunghoon.
Then, just as you had almost settled into the quiet peace of the night, you heard itâa familiar sound of footsteps, slow and deliberate. You didnât need to turn around to know who it was. Youâd recognized the pattern of his steps by now.
Sunghoonâs silhouette appeared at the entrance to the tower, framed by the moonlight streaming in behind him. His figure was tall and steady, his usual confident demeanor not quite as present as it usually was, as if he too had come here to clear his mind.
"You always seem to find your way up here," you said without turning around, your voice quieter than usual, betraying the tension youâd been feeling.
Sunghoon paused for a moment, his eyes scanning the room until they found you, sitting on the floor, and he walked over. âI could say the same about you,â he replied, his voice softer than it had been in a while. "Whatâs got you up here alone?"
You shrugged, unwilling to go into details. "Just needed a break," you said, keeping your gaze on the sky. "Thought some quiet would help me clear my head."
There was a silence between you two then, a gap that seemed too long, yet neither of you spoke up to fill it. Sunghoon finally sat beside you, a little closer than youâd expected, but not quite close enough to feel intrusive.
"Practicing spells again?" Sunghoon asked after a while, glancing at the objects around you.
You nodded. "Just keeping my skills sharp. You know how it is."
Sunghoon smirked, but it was softer than usual. "I thought you only did that when you were avoiding something."
You couldnât help but chuckle at the slight teasing tone in his voice, but you didnât give him an answer right away. Instead, you bent down and flicked your wand again, turning a small rock into a sparkling butterfly. It fluttered around for a moment before landing gently in your palm, disappearing almost instantly. You felt a small sense of accomplishment, though it was fleeting.
Sunghoon watched you carefully, the hint of a smile still on his lips. He leaned back on his hands, settling beside you, his body warm despite the coolness of the night air.
Finally, Sunghoon broke the silence again, his voice more serious this time, a tone you werenât used to hearing from him. "You know, you donât have to pretend with me."
Your heart skipped a beat, and you turned to face him. His eyes met yours, the usual smirk gone.
âIâm not pretending,â you said, though your voice wavered slightly.
He shifted closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "You donât have to hide from me," he repeated, his voice softer now, with a touch of concern, or maybe something else. "Iâm not like the others. You can talk to me, you know."
You were almost caught off guard by his words. Your heart raced, and your mind scrambled for something to say, something to break the sudden weight of the moment. But all you could do was stare at him, feeling like you were teetering on the edge of something.
âSunghoon,â you whispered, your voice barely audible, but it was enough to make him lean in closer, his gaze softening.
"Yeah?" he said, his breath a little more measured now, as if waiting for something.
But instead of answering, you simply shook your head, unable to find the words that felt right. Instead, you focused on the stars again, trying to ground yourself in the moment.
And Sunghoon, for once, didnât push you. He simply sat there, his body close to yours, his presence familiar and comforting.
The night air was just as crisp as the night before when you found yourself back in the Astronomy Tower, sitting on the floor, gazing up at the stars. You had come up here again, hoping for some peace and quiet, needing to clear your mind, but you couldn't shake the feeling that something was lingering in the air. You were starting to feel like the Astronomy Tower was becoming your place of refuge, even if the company had changed over the past few nights.
As you sat there, you heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching from behind. You didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
Sunghoon stepped into view, holding a wizard chessboard under his arm, a smirk on his face as his eyes met yours.
âYouâre here early tonight,â he said, his tone light but somehow teasing, his usual confidence already in full swing.
You raised an eyebrow, the corners of your mouth curving slightly upward. âAnd youâre late,â you shot back. âWhatâs that youâve got there?â
âThought we could mix it up tonight,â Sunghoon replied, setting the board down between you. "Wizard's chess."
You chuckled lightly at the idea. âYouâre just trying to make this more interesting, arenât you?â
Sunghoon grinned, shrugging. âWell, I figured itâd be more fun than just staring at the stars again.â
You didnât argue. The quiet had been nice, but you couldnât deny that a little challenge wouldnât hurt. Plus, it was hard to say no when Sunghoon looked so determined to have a little fun.
With that, you both settled down and began setting up the board. It didn't take long for the first round to start. Sunghoon moved with surprising confidence, and it wasn't long before you were both deep into the game. The first round was over before you knew itâSunghoon had won, and it seemed like he couldn't resist the opportunity to tease you about it.
âLooks like Iâm just better at this than you,â he said with a cocky grin, clearly pleased with his victory. âBetter luck next time.â
You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. âIâll make sure to do better next round,â you shot back, your voice filled with mock determination.
The second round began, and you could already feel your competitive streak rising. This time, it was your turn to win, and as the last piece fell, you couldnât help but smirk at Sunghoon.
âNot bad for a second round, huh?â you teased.
Sunghoon let out a dramatic sigh. âFine, fine. Iâll give you that one. But I wonât make it easy next time.â
The third round began, and with it came a more intense back-and-forth. âYou know, if youâd actually focus, maybe youâd have a chance at winning this round,â Sunghoon taunted, leaning forward as he eyed the pieces carefully.
You shot him a smirk, not missing a beat. âOh, Iâm focused,â you replied with a wink. âIâm just letting you think you have the advantage.â
He raised an eyebrow at that, clearly amused. âRight. Iâm sure thatâs exactly what youâre doing.â
You both continued to play, the tension between you growing more palpable with each move.
âI have to say,â Sunghoon mused after a few more moves, âyouâre actually pretty good at this. Maybe youâre not just good at charms and transfiguration.â
You smiled, proud of yourself. âThanks. Youâre not so bad yourself. But donât get too cocky; Iâm still winning.â Sunghoon simply chuckled as the game went on.
The final move had been made, and with a smirk, you leaned back triumphantly, knowing that you had won the third round. "Looks like Iâm the champion now," you teased, grinning widely at Sunghoon.
He was sitting back, his posture slouched in defeat, but there was something about the way he pouted that made you laugh softly. His eyes were still on the chessboard, as if pretending to study his loss, but you could tell he wasnât truly bothered by it.
"Aw, donât be like that," you teased, your voice taking on a playful tone. âItâs just a game.â
Sunghoon stayed silent, not giving you the usual comeback. Instead, he kept his eyes trained on the table, pretending to ignore you. You couldnât resist the impulse to lean in.
As soon as you leaned in closer, though, his gaze flickered up to meet yours, and in an instant, everything shifted. Both of you froze, you were so close now that you could feel his breath mingling with yours, his eyes dark and intent as he locked onto you.
You were about to pull back, unsure of what was happening, but before you could move, Sunghoonâs hand shot up, his thumb and index finger gently cupping your chin. His touch was tender, almost possessive, as he leaned closer.
"Please⌠donât pull back," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, his breath warm against your lips. His eyes fluttered between your eyes and your lips, clearly entranced by you, by the moment.
And then, before you could fully process what was happening, he closed the distance and kissed you. You widened your eyes in surprise, the shock of it stunning you for a brief moment, before you melted into the kiss, your hands instinctively reaching out to grip his shirt.
It felt like time stopped. The world fell away, leaving only the feeling of his lips against yours, the warmth of his hand still holding your chin as he deepened the kiss.
And just when you thought you couldnât get any closer, he suddenly moved, shifting beneath you with an ease that surprised you. In a swift motion, he pushed the chessboard aside, sending it tumbling to the floor, and then pulled you onto his lap, your thighs resting against his, while still kissing you deeply.
You gasped, the suddenness of it all catching you off guard. The shock made you stiffen, but Sunghoon only tightened his hold on you, his hand on your waist, pulling you closer, his lips never leaving yours. His kiss became more passionate, and before you knew it, his hand was tilting your head to deepen the kiss further.
When the kiss finally broke, both of you were breathless. You stayed there for a moment, your forehead resting against his, both of you just breathing in the air between you.
Sunghoonâs hand gently brushed your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. His eyes, now softer than before, locked onto yours.
âAbout time, donât you think?â he whispered.
You smiled softly, the corners of your mouth turning upward in a genuine expression. âYeah, I think so,â you replied, shifting slightly, finding a more comfortable position on his lap, your legs wrapping around his waist.
His eyes never left yours as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tender kiss. You melted into him, your body relaxing into the familiar embrace.
Sunghoon's hands moved to your back, pulling you closer, as if he couldn't get close enough. His lips moved against yours, exploring, teasing, and demanding. You responded in kind, your hands finding their way to his neck, pulling him closer.
You could feel Sunghoon's breath against your lips, his chest rising and falling with each heavy exhale. You parted your lips, inviting him in further, and he took the opportunity, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth. While your hands roamed freely, tracing the lines of his muscular back, feeling the heat emanating from his skin.
When the kiss finally broke, you both were breathless, your heart pounding in your chest. Sunghoon's hand gently caressed your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your lips. "I could do this forever," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.
You smiled, a contented smile, and leaned in for another kiss, Sunghoon's hands roamed freely, tracing the contours of your body with a gentle touch. Your own hands moved to his chest, feeling the strong, defined muscles beneath your palms.
Sunghoon's lips became more demanding, more insistent. His tongue traced the outline of your lips, teasing and inviting, before plunging into your mouth, exploring every corner.
You gasped softly into the kiss, your body responding to his every touch and movement.
When Sunghoon pulled back, his eyes never left yours. He smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes, before leaning in and pressing soft kisses along your throat. You leaned your head back, offering him more room to explore, your eyes closed, savoring the sensation.
His kisses became more urgent, more demanding, as he traced a path down your throat, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You could feel his breath against your skin, hot and heavy, his lips moving lower, sending shivers down your spine, his lips teasing and exploring. His lips left a trail of passionate marks on your skin. His hands tugged at the robes, pulling them down to expose more of your bare skin, his touch becoming more assertive.
As he mumbled against your skin, his words were a mix of jealousy and possessiveness. "Seeing you so close with Wooyoung was driving me insane," he growled, his voice low. "You're mine, know that. I can't stand seeing you with anyone else. You're my perfect match, the woman I want, the woman I need."
His kisses became more fervent, his hands roaming over your body. "You're the only one for me. I belong to you."
Sunghoon's kisses became more demanding, his lips pressing against your throat, his teeth grazing your skin. "I want you," he murmured, his voice hoarse with passion. "I need you. You're mine, and I'll show you just how much."
"I'll always be here for you. You're the only one who can make me feel this way." His eyes locked with yours, a smile played on his lips. You returned the gesture, your eyes sparkling with love.
Sunghoon's hands roamed over your body, his touch gentle. He traced the lines of your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks, as if memorizing every contour. "I love you," he whispered again, his voice hoarse with emotion. "You're the only one for me. I can't imagine my life without you."
You gazed into his eyes, feeling your heart race as his words sank deep into your soul. A warm smile tugged at your lips, and you cupped his face in your hands, gently brushing your thumb over his skin. "I love you too, Sunghoon," you murmured softly. "You're everything to me."
--
The next morning, everything felt different.
You were both quieter than usual, walking side by side down the corridors toward the Great Hall, you glanced at Sunghoon, his hand slipping into yours, fingers naturally intertwining as if it was the most natural thing in the world. His thumb gently brushed the back of your hand, a small but comforting gesture that made your heart flutter a little each time.
As you entered the Grand Hall together, the usual buzz of conversation seemed to dim, and all eyes were on you both.
You walked to the Ravenclaw table, your eyes scanning the room as peopleâs faces lit up with surprise and amusement. Some of your friends, like Wooyoung, gave you knowing smiles, while others were just as surprised as the rest of the students.
You sat down with Sunghoon, still holding hands under the table. He looked over at you, his expression soft and affectionate.
âCan you believe this?â you started, leaning toward Sunghoon as you started ranting, your voice low enough not to be overheard by the entire hall. âIt feels like everything has been building up forever and thenâboom! Suddenly everyoneâs waiting for us to spill everything.â
Sunghoon listened attentively, a small smile tugging at his lips, his eyes never leaving you.
âWell,â he said, his voice soft but teasing, âIâm pretty sure everyone had bets on us getting together.â
You paused for a moment, raising an eyebrow in surprise. âWait, what? People bet on us?â
Sunghoon chuckled softly, his hand still holding yours under the table. âOh, yeah. You didnât know?â
You couldnât help but laugh, shaking your head at the absurdity of it all. âWeâre that obvious, huh?â
âApparently,â he said, his smile widening, he gently nudged you with his shoulder, his eyes glinting with affection. Without even thinking, you leaned in and gave him a quick, soft peck on the lips, the sweet, gentle gesture drawing a few surprised gasps and murmurs from nearby students.
You pulled away, grinning as you glanced around the table. âWell, thatâs one way to shut them up.â
Sunghoonâs grin matched yours, and he shook his head, his cheeks flushed ever so slightly.
Some students were staring at you both with wide eyes, while others exchanged knowing glances, happy to see the two of you together. You could hear a few whispers, some offering congratulations, others teasing.
As you ate, you caught sight of Wooyoung at the other end of the table, giving you a thumbs up and a wide grin, clearly excited for the two of you.
âI guess weâre official now, huh?â you said quietly, your voice tinged with a little wonder.
Sunghoon nodded, his smile softening. âYeah. Officially impossible to avoid.â
You laughed, leaning into his side for a moment before picking up your fork and continuing with your breakfast.
Wooyoung, of course, was the one who couldn't resist coming up to you at the given moment, a mischievous grin on his face. âI mean, I knew you two were perfect for each other. Now you have to admit I was right.â He dramatically threw an arm around your shoulders as you walked to class
You simply laughed, shaking your head.
--
The day of graduation arrived, and while the rest of the students was buzzing with excitementâfilled with laughter and celebrationâyou found yourself slipping away from the crowded common room, seeking something more intimate, something quiet. You made your way up to the Astronomy Tower, the cool night air greeting you as you pushed open the door.
There, sitting by the edge of the tower, was Sunghoon, already waiting for you. His dark hair ruffled in the gentle breeze, and he looked so serene, so at peace in this moment that you couldnât help but smile as you walked over to him. He turned his head as you approached, his eyes softening with affection when they met yours. Without a word, he opened his arms, and you slid into them, resting your head on his shoulder as you both gazed out at the stars together.
After a while, Sunghoon shifted, reaching into his robes with a faint smile, and pulled out a neatly wrapped box. He handed it to you, his eyes warm and full of anticipation.
"Iâve been meaning to give you this," he murmured, his voice soft in the stillness of the night.
Carefully, you peeled away the paper, revealing a small, elegant box. The surface was silver, polished to a shine, and you could see hints of blue around the edges. You ran your fingers over it for a moment before slowly opening the lid.
When you saw what was inside, your breath caught in your throat.
Two clocks, side by side, each gleaming with silver on the outside and a deep, beautiful blue on the inside. Intricate stars were imprinted on the faces of the clocks, each marking the hours with delicate precision. But it wasnât just the time they showed. Both clocks also had a compass on itâN, S, E, Wâengraved in elegant script.
Sunghoon smiled softly as he watched your reaction, the warmth of his gaze making your heart skip a beat. âItâs for us,â he said quietly. "I wanted to give you something that would remind you of us.â
You stared at the clocks for a moment, overwhelmed by the gesture, before you looked up at him. âSunghoon⌠this isâŚâ You didnât know how to express what you felt, the words stuck in your throat.
âOpen it,â he said, motioning to the other clock. With a curious tilt of your head, you reached over and carefully opened the glass of the second clock. The moment you did, a soft golden light began to swirl out, slowly forming into a shape. You watched, transfixed, as the golden light took form and danced in the air, weaving together until it became the image of you and Sunghoonâdancing together, caught in an eternal waltz as a beautiful, melodic tune filled the space around you.
You gasped, your hand going to your mouth in surprise and wonder. It was perfect, beautiful in a way you never could have imagined. You glanced at Sunghoon, your eyes wide, and he smiled back at you, his eyes just as captivated.
He opened his own clock, and the same golden light poured out, swirling in the air before it also took shape, the same dance playing out for him as well. His gaze never wavered from you as the music continued to play from both the clocks.
You couldnât help but smile, your heart full as you looked up at Sunghoon. âThis⌠this is beautiful,â you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.
Sunghoonâs gaze softened as he looked at you, his hand reaching to gently cup your face. âI wanted you to have something to remember me by, even when weâre apart,â he said, his voice full of meaning.
Before you could reply, you leaned in, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. You felt him hold you back, his embrace warm and steady, the comfort youâd come to rely on. âIâll never forget this,â you whispered, âI promise.â
--
The day of your departure arrived with a bittersweet air, the sky painted in soft pastels as dawn crept over the horizon. You stood on the edge of the dock, your packed bags at your feet, glancing back at the shore as you tried to memorize every detail of his face. Sunghoon stood before you, his expression torn between pride and sadness.
Sunghoon had just secured a permanent position at the Ministryâa rare opportunity. But you had your own opportunity, and the call for adventure had been tugging at you for as long as you could remember. You had already been offered a mission that would take you to distant lands and across oceans. It was everything you had always wanted.
Sunghoonâs hand lingered on your arm as he looked at you, his voice a quiet plea, âYou really have to go?â
You nodded, biting your lip as you looked into his eyes. âI do,â you whispered, the words heavy with both excitement and sorrow. âBut Iâll come back, Sunghoon. I promise.â Your voice wavered, but you steadied it with a smile, reaching to brush a strand of hair from his face. âWill you⌠wait for me?â
He didnât hesitate. âOf course I will,â he replied, his voice strong and certain, as though the very idea of waiting for you was as natural as breathing. His fingers wrapped around yours, his touch warm and grounding. âIâd wait as long as it takes. Just come back to me.â
You nodded, and he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment. Then, his lips found yours in a kiss that held a hundred unspoken promises.
As the final boarding call echoed through the harbor, you reluctantly pulled back, whispering one last, âGoodbye, Sunghoon.â
He offered you a small, brave smile, and with a last squeeze of your hand, he let you go. You climbed onto the boat, joining the other passengers. As the vessel began to pull away from the dock, you stood by the railing, watching him grow smaller with each passing second. Sunghoon lifted his hand in a final wave, and you threw one back, watching as he brought his hand to his mouth and sent you a flying kiss, his eyes never leaving you.
You clutched the railing, feeling the sting of tears but forcing a smile, a mixture of sorrow and exhilaration filling your chest. As the boat carried you into the unknown, you kept your eyes on him until he was nothing more than a speck on the horizon.
Your days got filled with adventure, traveling through vast, uncharted landscapes, rescuing rare creatures, and studying them closely. You documented each discovery, scribbling notes about their behaviors and habitats. Alongside your journal of field notes, you kept a separate stack of parchment, devoted solely to letters for Sunghoon. Every new place held a piece of him in it, something you wanted to share, some wonder or funny moment that you could only imagine him smiling at.
And he always replied, his letters rich with life back homeâupdates from the Ministry, stories about mutual friends, and playful teases about your escapades. You looked forward to every letter, savoring the small glimpses of him through the familiar strokes of his handwriting, each one a reminder of the life and love waiting for you.
But one month, his letters stopped coming.
You brushed it off at first, thinking maybe he was just busy or that there was a delay in the postal owls. But when another month passed without a single word, a sense of worry began to settle in your chest. You sent him a new letter, keeping it light-hearted but laced with an unmistakable undertone of concern, hoping heâd notice and send some sort of reassuring response.
But again, nothing came.
With each passing day, the silence grew heavier, until every rustle of feathers outside your tent made your heart race, only to end in disappointment. As more weeks passed, you found yourself sending letters more frequently, each one shorter but more urgent, your worry gradually bleeding into your words.
The unease gnawed at you, your once joyful routine now tainted with an ever-present sense of dread. Every empty day brought more questionsâwas he hurt? Was he in trouble? Had something happened?
One quiet morning, as you were packing up your campsite nestled in the foothills of the Pyrenees, a Ministry owl swooped down through the trees, its wings stretched wide and a letter clutched tightly in its talons. You straightened up, brushing off a bit of dust as you reached out, and the owl settled onto your forearm with surprising patience. It offered the letter, a pristine parchment sealed with the unmistakable stamp of the Ministry of Magic.
Curious, you took it, feeling the weight of the thick, neatly folded paper as you broke the wax seal.
As you unfolded the letter, a few crisp lines of text caught your attention immediately.
âYou are hereby requested to present yourself at the Ministry of Magic for a formal review and trial regarding the research conducted and documented during your travels.â
You read it once, then again, trying to piece together the intentions behind the message. A formal trial? For your research? The Ministry had always been aware of your work with magical creatures, especially since you regularly submitted reports to protect and conserve species that had been neglected. Youâd even been granted clearance to travel beyond regulated zones, so why the sudden summons?
You hummed softly, contemplating the letter with a mix of curiosity and unease. It wasnât every day the Ministry reached out with such formality, and it certainly wasnât the usual tone you received from them.
You werenât sure whether to be nervous, intrigued, or just plain confused. Youâd spent so much of your time studying and protecting magical creatures, especially those forgotten by the wizarding world, that the thought of a trial for it felt⌠off. You had no idea why theyâd be interested in you, but you were more than willing to go and see what they wanted.
Just as you were about to read it again, you felt a gentle push at your side. With a giggle, you turned and looked at the creature that had nudged youâErebus, the Hebridean Black dragon youâd rescued some months ago. His large, dark eyes gleamed up at you, and you reached out instinctively to scratch under his chin. His scales shimmered in the late afternoon sun, and his powerful wings rustled with a slight shift, his massive form bending slightly to press against you affectionately.
"Hey, hey, buddy," you said with a soft laugh. "No need to get pushy, I see you there."
You knew full well that Erebus had grown attached to you ever since you had saved him. He was a creature that had been bound, tortured, and left to die in a dungeon before you found him. Healing him had been a challenge, but when you saw the life come back into his eyes, the pride of the dragon slowly awakening as he learned to trust again, it was worth it. Erebus wasnât just a rescued creatureâhe was your companion, your friend. And he had stayed with you ever since.
You glanced at the letter again. "Iâve got to go to the Ministry, it seems. They're asking for me."
Erebus snorted at the letter, a cloud of smoke billowing from his nostrils. You coughed and waved the smoke away. "Okay, okay, I get it. Not exactly ideal, right?" You smiled, running a hand over his scales. "But Iâm not sure how much of a choice I have."
You looked at the open sky, mentally preparing yourself for the journey ahead.
âLooks like our plans to get you home will have to wait,â you murmured, holding up the Ministryâs letter.
You quickly took out your wand, and with a swish, your camp, all your notes, and the little research station you had set up around you swirled into a tidy, compact form, sucked into your magically expanded suitcase. The suitcase, a nifty little thing inspired by none other than Newt Scamander himself, whose work had been a guiding light for you since your early days as a student. You hoped that one day, youâd be able to follow in his footsteps as a trusted protector of magical creatures.
It had become indispensable during your travels, allowing you to carry your work with you wherever you went. Erebus watched as the suitcase opened and the whirlwind of your belongings was sucked inside, his wings twitching in mild curiosity.
"Alright, buddy," you said with a soft smile, glancing at him. "Time to go home⌠for a bit."
Erebus made a low rumble and flapped his wings. His deep growl seemed almost resigned, but you could tell he didnât mind. He had grown used to these travels with you. He flew up effortlessly, circling above your head a few times, before swooping down and slipping neatly into the suitcase as though heâd done it a thousand times before.
"Good boy," you said with a smile, and with a soft click, you closed the suitcase, feeling its weight shift in your hand.
With a deep breath, you started walking, leaving the small, once-familiar encampment behind.
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You stepped into the bustling atrium of the Ministry of Magic, clutching your suitcase tightly as you navigated the maze of witches, wizards, and magical beings bustling around you. The air was filled with the echoes of conversations, the hum of enchanted typewriters clattering away on desks, and the occasional whoosh of a fireplace activating, delivering someone in a puff of emerald flames.
Keeping a firm grip on your suitcase, you weaved your way through the crowd, nodding politely to a few familiar faces and doing your best to avoid making eye contact with anyone who might delay you. When you reached the elevators, the gate clanged open, and you stepped inside.
A house-elf stood on tiptoes near the control panel, staring up at you with large, curious eyes. âWhich floor, miss?â
âLevel Ten, please,â you replied, your voice steady despite the knot of anticipation tightening in your stomach.
The elf pressed a large, brass button marked with the number "10." The elevator jolted, and you gripped the suitcase handle a little tighter as the floors began to blur past, each accompanied by a soft chime.
After what felt like an eternity, the elevator slowed and came to a halt. The house-elf opened the gate, giving you an encouraging nod. You stepped out into the quiet, dimly lit hallway, your footsteps echoing as you moved. You walked up to a high desk where a stern-looking goblin sat, peering over a thick ledger with tiny, round spectacles perched on the end of his nose. He glanced up as you approached, his sharp eyes narrowing with curiosity as he took in your travel-worn appearance.
âWhat business do you have here?â he asked, his voice clipped but not unkind.
âI received a letter from the Ministry,â you said, pulling the official notice from your coat pocket and holding it up. âThereâs a trial regarding my research.â
The goblin took the letter, inspecting it with a keen eye before nodding curtly. He flipped through a hefty stack of parchment, his long, nimble fingers moving quickly as he scanned each page. Finally, he gave a satisfied grunt and pushed the letter back toward you.
âPlease have a seat,â he instructed, nodding toward a row of chairs against the wall. âSomeone will come to escort you shortly.â
You thanked him and moved over to the chairs, your suitcase resting against your legs.
You had been sitting quietly in the waiting area, your thoughts whirling, when you saw Jungwon approaching. You recognized him immediately â a Gryffindor from your years at Hogwarts, though you never had much of a chance to get to know him personally. His warm smile caught you off guard, and you blinked as he stopped in front of you, his eyes twinkling with recognition.
"Hey," he greeted, his tone light and friendly. "Please, follow me."
You nodded, standing up as you grabbed your suitcase and followed him down the hall.
âSo, how have you been?â Jungwon asked casually, casting a glance over his shoulder as you walked beside him. "It's been a while since Hogwarts, huh?"
You hummed in agreement, trying to place him better. You'd seen him around, but your interactions had always been limited. He was close to Sunghoon, wasnât he?
âIâve been well,â you answered, pulling your thoughts together as you walked, eyes flicking to the side. âSo, uh⌠whatâs this trial about?â
Jungwon shrugged nonchalantly, his hands tucked into his pockets. âHonestly, Iâm not really sure. Ministry business, you know?â
Your curiosity couldnât be quelled, though. âWhat about Sunghoon? How is he?â The words slipped from your lips before you could stop them.
Jungwon froze mid-step, and you followed his lead, watching as he turned to face you. His expression shifted, no longer the light, easygoing one he had worn just moments before. There was a sadness in his eyes, a quiet heaviness that you hadnât anticipated.
For a moment, he seemed reluctant to answer, then he sighed. âSunghoonâs⌠well. I mean, heâs okay. But,â he paused, studying your face carefully, âhe found someone else.â
Your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, you werenât sure you had heard him correctly. âWhat?â The word felt foreign coming from your mouth, like a punch that left you stunned. âHe⌠moved on?â
Jungwon nodded slowly, a faint frown tugging at his lips. âYeah. A few weeks ago, actually. Sunghoon became⌠really different. Quiet, withdrawn. Wouldnât speak much, and then, out of nowhere, he started showing up with Ju-Won. Sheâs an Auror too, like him. Theyâre together now. Theyâre engaged.â
Your chest felt tight, the air suddenly thicker as a lump formed in your throat. Sunghoon had promised. He had promised to wait for you. But here he was, with someone else. A fiancee.
You looked down at the floor, blinking rapidly to clear the stinging sensation behind your eyes. The room felt smaller, like you were suffocating, and you couldnât understand why the weight of this hurt so much. You hadnât expected Sunghoon to wait forever, but you didnât think heâd let go so easily.
Jungwon shifted uncomfortably, noticing the change in your expression, but he didnât press the issue further.
You felt numb as you followed Jungwon down the long corridor, his words echoing painfully in your mind. Sunghoon⌠had found someone else? You struggled to maintain your composure as Jungwon walked beside you, keeping a respectful silence.
He eventually stopped in front of a tall, polished door. âThis is where theyâll be holding your trial,â he said gently. âYouâll be called in shortly.â
âThank you,â you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.
Jungwon hesitated for a moment, studying you with quiet sympathy. It felt like he wanted to say something, perhaps offer some kind of comfort, but he seemed to decide against it, only giving you a slight nod before stepping into the room to take his place. You were left alone in the dimly lit hallway, your heart pounding. You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to focus on the present. Whatever happened with Sunghoon, you would face it later. For now, you had a duty to the creatures youâd studied.
The door opened again, and an official leaned out to call you in. You squared your shoulders, lifted your chin, and stepped through the doorway.
The room was silent as you entered, only the shuffling of your footsteps echoing off the cold, stone walls. You took a seat in the lone chair positioned in the center of the room, feeling the weight of several pairs of eyes on you. Around you sat a panel of stern-faced Aurors, their expressions unreadable, though a few cast glances at one another as you settled in.
A head Auror, an older witch with sharp eyes and a set jaw, leaned forward. âWeâve received reports about your research,â she began, her voice crisp. âCould you give us an update on the⌠progress?â
You took a steadying breath and sat up straighter, the words flowing more easily than you expected. "Iâve made significant strides. Iâve been able to identify new species and create methods for safely caring for previously misunderstood creatures. I've also created healing treatments for certain species that were previously unmedicated." You shifted uncomfortably, but you managed to keep your voice steady.
Then came the dreaded question. âAnd have you rescued any creatures considered⌠dangerous?â another Auror asked, his tone laced with skepticism.
You hesitated, choosing your words carefully. âNot dangerous if treated with respect,â you replied slowly, though you could feel their eyes narrowing, their skepticism deepening. The more you spoke, the more their expressions tightened.
After you finished, the lead Auror exchanged a glance with her colleagues before turning back to you. âYou must understand, there are serious concerns about the dangers of these creatures. The potential for harm â not only to yourself but to others â is considerable.â
Another Auror stood, arms crossed, his voice dismissive. "You expect us to believe that every dangerous creature can be domesticated, tamed even? You do realize some of them are classified as too hazardous for interaction with the public?"
You met his gaze, trying not to show how much it rattled you. "My research shows that with the right methods, creatures like the Hungarian Horntail or the Manticore can be approached safely. I've helped themârescued themâfrom illegal situations, from being exploited and misused." You said firmly.
"They're not dangerous if treated properly. With the right care, understanding, and respect, any creature can be manageable." You said earnestly, hoping they could see your perspective. âThe true danger lies in the lack of understandingââ
But your words were cut short as she raised a hand, her tone turning icy. âRegardless, we cannot ignore the potential risks. Until further investigation is completed, you will be placed in custody for the time being.â
Before you could fully register her words, two wizards stepped forward, their expressions unyielding. One reached for your suitcase, wrenching it from your grasp, while the other grabbed your arms, twisting them behind your back. "Let go!" you shouted, trying to twist away, but the grip on your arms only tightened.
"We have our orders," the Auror said coldly, his face stoic as the other wizard snatched your wand away.
"No, please," you pleaded, your voice rising in panic. "Iâm not a threat. Theyâre not a threat! Please, donât hurt them!"
The Auror didnât respond, and you felt the heavy presence of the two men as they dragged you from the room, your footsteps stumbling as they led you down the cold stone corridors. They escorted you to a small cell, shoving you inside before locking the heavy iron door with a dull clang.
You sank to the floor, the cold seeping into your bones as the reality of the situation settled over you. The Ministry was truly going to investigate your work, your methods, your intentions â as if you were some criminal. As if the creatures you loved and fought for were merely threats, rather than lives in need of protection.
As you pressed your back against the wall, feeling the weight of the dayâs events pressing down, a tiny warmth stirred in the pocket of your shirt. You looked down and saw Kai, your small fire salamander, peeking out with his bright eyes, looking up at you with a gentle curiosity.
Gently, you cupped him in your hands, letting him sit on your palm as he looked around, with a small, trembling smile, you whispered, âGuess itâs just us for now, Kai.â
You gently placed Kai down on the stone floor, the warmth of his small body still lingering in your hands. You rummaged through your pockets, searching for something that could help, anything that would make sense of the mess you found yourself in. Herbs, a magnifying glass, food for creatures, parchment, inkânothing useful.
As you sighed and leaned down, when a small fluttering noise caught your attention. Lena, your tiny pixie, had emerged from under your coat and was now fluttering around the cell, her tiny wings flapping excitedly. She squeaked, the sound high-pitched and curious as she zipped around the dim space. You smiled faintly at the sight of her, but your thoughts were too heavy to focus on her antics for long.
Your fingers brushed the cool edges of your pockets until something caught on the fabric. For a moment, you thought it was just some misplaced trinket, but as you pulled it out and saw its familiar shape, your breath hitched.
It was the clock that Sunghoon had gifted you at graduation, still in pristine condition despite everything. You had almost forgotten about itâthinking it misplaced, or perhaps stolen by one of the nifflers in your suitcase. But there it was. The clock.
You ran your fingers over the intricate silver design, the blue inner face still shimmering under the dim light. With a shaky breath, you slowly opened the glass. A soft golden light began to swirl from the clockâs center, and you froze, mesmerized by the familiar vision of you and Sunghoon dancingâjust as it had been when you first opened it. The music filled the cell softly, the melody so beautiful and haunting, it almost felt like he was here with you.
Kai curled up beside you, his flame-like body flickering faintly in the dim light. Lena hovered just above your head, watching the clock with curious eyes. You took a deep breath, closing the glass gently, the music fading as you sealed it shut.
But then, unexpectedly, the music played again.
This time, it wasnât your melody. The sweet, familiar tune was still there, but it felt different. Your heart skipped a beat, and before you could process the strangeness of it, Kaiâs small squeak interrupted your thoughts. You looked up, and what you saw made your breath catch in your throat.
There, standing on the other side of the bars, was Sunghoon, holding his own clock in his hand, the same golden light flickering from it.
"SunghoonâŚ" you whispered, your voice barely audible, a wave of relief rushing over you, followed by a knot in your throat as you realized he was here.
He glanced at you, his eyes softening, though they werenât as warm as you remembered. There was something different in them, something you couldnât quite place. He closed the clock with a decisive motion and met your eyes.
"Youâre⌠okay?" you asked quietly, your heart pounding in your chest as you walked closer to the bars, your hands reaching out instinctively.
"Iâm fine," he said, his voice calm but distant. "But youâwhat happened? Why are you here?"
You tried to explain, your words stumbling out as you told him everythingâhow you had been summoned by the Ministry, how they had misunderstood your work, how theyâd locked you away. You could see the muscles in his jaw tighten as you spoke, but he didnât interrupt.
When you finished, you couldnât help but ask the question that had been gnawing at your mind ever since youâd seen him. "Sunghoon, what happened? Why didnât you answer my letters? I⌠I sent so many. Why didnât youâ"
He turned away for a moment, running a hand through his hair. You could see the conflict in his movements, the hesitation, and for a brief second, your heart dropped. It was as if he was trying to find the right words. "I⌠I waited for you," he finally said, his voice soft, almost too soft. "I waited, but you never came back. I kept writing, but I didnât hear from you."
You felt a tightness in your chest as you processed his words. "What do you mean? I sent you letters, Sunghoon! I didnât stop writing! How could you not know?" you asked, your voice rising slightly.
He looked back at you, his face confused. "I donât know. I thought you just⌠didnât come back. Didnât answer. Then, my parentsâŚ" He trailed off, clearly struggling. "They found Ju-Won for me. IâI didnât know what to do. And then Jungwon came to me after the trial. He told me about you being here, and I couldnât believe it."
Your breath caught in your throat. "Ju-Won?" you whispered, the name like an icy hand on your heart.
He shook his head slowly. "I never wanted this. But I thought⌠maybe you had moved on, that you werenât coming back." His voice cracked just slightly.
You looked at him, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over you. "No, Sunghoon⌠I never⌠I never moved on. I sent you letters because I was coming back for you, I was always coming back."
Sunghoonâs expression shifted, a quiet realization flickering across his features. He took a step forward, his hand trembling slightly before he reached out to gently caress your cheek. The touch was so soft, so tender, that it almost felt like a dream.
âYouâre still as beautiful as the day you leftâŚâ His voice was low, his words barely more than a whisper, but they cut through the heavy silence between you two, settling in your heart like a soft ache.
A stray tear slipped from your eye, and you didnât even realize it had fallen until Sunghoon gently wiped it away with his thumb.
âIâll get to the bottom of this,â he said, his voice firm now. "I promise, Iâll get you out of here."
You felt your chest tighten, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. Your heart felt torn, as if it was caught between the relief of seeing Sunghoon again and the panic of the mess you were in. "Please, Sunghoon⌠donât let anyone harm my creatures."
He nodded, his gaze softening as he promised, "I wonât let them touch your creatures. Iâll take care of everything."
Then, to your surprise, he took your hand and kissed it softly, the warm pressure of his lips lingering for a brief moment. "Iâll be back soon. Stay safe, okay?"
You nodded, unable to form words as he turned and walked away, the sound of his footsteps fading, leaving you alone in the cold cell once again.
You sat back down against the cold stone wall, the silence of the prison pressing in on you.
Kai curled up on your lap, his warmth a small comfort amidst the uncertainty. Lena hovered nearby, her small face full of concern.
You didnât know what to do now but wait and hopeâhope that Sunghoon could undo the mess, that your creatures would remain safe.
After what felt like endless hours, you finally heard footsteps echoing down the corridor. Jungwon appeared at the cell door, a familiar reassuring smile on his face as he unlocked the door and motioned for you to follow. You stood up, heart pounding, and fell into step beside him.
âWhat happened?â you asked, searching his expression for answers, but he only gave you a gentle smile.
âCome with me,â he said simply, guiding you back through the winding halls of the Ministry to the trial room. The familiar sight of the council waited for you, but this time, the atmosphere was far less severe. You sat down in the chair at the center, your heart hammering in your chest, and looked up at the head Auror as he cleared his throat.
"Weâd like to extend our apologies. We received a tip that you were harboring magical creatures with intent to use them against the Ministry," he explained. "After thorough investigation, however, we've concluded that the tip was unfounded. We see now that you only meant to help the creatures in your care."
A wave of relief washed over you, and a smile broke across your face as the head Auror nodded, officially releasing you as innocent. Jungwon stepped forward, his own smile widening, and handed you back your wand. You clasped it tightly, feeling a sense of calm return now that it was back in your hands.
âThank you,â you said quietly. âWhat about my creatures? Where are they?â
"Follow me," Jungwon said, his tone lighter now. He led you down a quiet corridor, explaining as you went, "Sunghoon took them under his care. He didnât trust anyone else to keep them safe."
You sighed in relief, feeling a weight lift from your shoulders. Finally, Jungwon stopped in front of a door, pushed it open, and gestured for you to enter.
Inside, Sunghoon stood by a desk, his expression tense, and his brows knit together in a rare display of anger. He looked up when he heard you enter, his expression softening, though a hint of frustration remained.
âSunghoon⌠what happened?â you asked gently, stepping closer to him.
He clenched his jaw before answering, âIt was my parents. They were behind everything.â His voice was low, controlled, but you could sense the anger simmering just beneath the surface. âThey hid your letters from me. They sent the tip to the Ministry to have you arrested. And they set me up with Ju-won to⌠try to make me forget you.â
The revelation hit you like a cold wave. You shook your head, barely able to process the extent of what he was saying. "Your parents did all of that?"
Sunghoon nodded, his eyes searching yours. âThey wanted me to move on, to find someone âsuitableââsomeone who fit their idea of a perfect match for me.â He took a shaky breath, looking away for a moment before his gaze returned to you. âI'm so sorry⌠I should have fought harder, questioned things more. I should have known something wasnât right.â
You stepped forward, reaching for his hand, holding it tightly. âNone of this is your fault, Sunghoon. You didnât know, and neither did I.â
He nodded, his thumb brushing over your hand as he held it, and his expression softened. "I promise, I wonât let anyone keep us apart again." Sunghoon sighed, his eyes hardening as he pulled off the engagement ring, placing it on the desk without a second glance. He turned to you, a reassuring smile replacing the coldness from a moment ago, and handed over your suitcase.
You exhaled a breath of relief, hugging the suitcase close to your chest. âThank you⌠for everything.â
âCome on,â Sunghoon said with a gentle smile, his hand resting protectively on your back as he guided you out. As you walked, you shared stories about the magical creatures youâd encountered on your travels, and he recounted a few of his more daring Auror missions.
But then, a sudden scream echoed down the corridor. You both turned to see a striking witch with dark hair and a sharp, furious expression storming toward you. Sunghoonâs arm instinctively wrapped around you, pulling you close.
âSunghoon, how dare you!â she spat, her voice venomous. âYou broke off our engagement for⌠for her?â She glared at you, eyes filled with barely contained rage. Her voice turned shrill as she pointed a finger in your face. âDo you know what youâve cost me? The riches, the influence, the Park nameâit was all right there!â
You slapped her hand away, your own anger flaring as you met her gaze unflinchingly. âMaybe you shouldâve focused on him instead of what he could give you.â
Ju-wonâs face twisted in rage, and you saw her hand rise, ready to strike you. But before she could even get close, Lena darted out of your pocket in a flash of blue light. The little pixie squeaked angrily, grabbing a fistful of Ju-wonâs hair and tugging with surprising strength.
Ju-won shrieked, swatting at Lena in a desperate attempt to free herself, but Lena only pulled harder, her squeaks of defiance echoing in the hall. The few Ministry workers nearby stopped, eyes wide, as they took in the scene with shock.
âGet it off! Get it off!â Ju-won screeched, struggling against Lenaâs relentless hold.
At last, with a little triumphant squeak, Lena released Ju-wonâs hair and zoomed back to you, settling into your shoulder pocket. Ju-won stumbled back, face red with fury and humiliation, her hair in complete disarray.
Ju-wonâs face twisted with fury when she suddenly pulled out two clocks from her pocket, dangling them from the strings with a victorious grin. âOh, I will not be cast aside like this!â she spat, voice rising with a venomous edge. âYou think you can have everything, donât you?â she sneered. âWell, letâs see how it feels when something you want is taken from you.â
Both you and Sunghoon stiffened, the realization hitting like a punch to the gut. You immediately began patting yourself down, confirming what you fearedâthe clock was missing. She stole them. The heavy weight of anger settled over you as you watched her mockingly dangle them in the air.
âJu-won. Give them back, now.â Sunghoonâs voice was low and commanding, each word sharp with fury.
You stepped forward, frustration bubbling inside you. âThose belong to us. You have no right to take them.â
âNo!â Ju-won shouted, clutching the clocks tightly in her fists. With a spiteful glare, she spun around and hurled the clocks toward the nearest fireplace. The green flames of the Floo Network flared up, threatening to consume them.
Your wand was halfway out of your pocket, ready to cast Accio, but before you could speak, a familiar, small, furry figure leapt through the air. With nimble agility, a niffler intercepted the clocks mid-flight, snatching them away from the flames and landing safely on the floor.
The niffler scurried over to Sunghoon, who leaned down, carefully taking both clocks from its little paws. He gave the creature an affectionate pat. âThank you, Spark.â
Spark beamed up at you, his eyes shining with the same mischievous glint they had from back at Hogwarts. He darted over to you, leaping up into your arms, and you caught him, laughing. âHey, long time no see, buddy!â
Ju-wonâs face twisted in disbelief as Sunghoon straightened, his eyes fierce. He addressed her with a calm authority that made her shrink back. âJu-won, what you did today only shows that you donât belong here,â he said, his voice low and unyielding. He leaned in, murmuring something sharp and private into her ear that made her face go pale.
With a final huff, Ju-won spun on her heel, face flushed with humiliation as she hurried away, avoiding the gazes of everyone around.
Afterwards Sunghoon led you toward a nearby fireplace with a small smile, gesturing for you to step in. Together, you went through the Floo Network, the swirling green flames transporting you both to a room that was both luxurious and filled with a sense of calm.
âWelcome to my room,â he said with a soft smile.
You looked around, taking in the warmth of the space. âI canât believe Spark stayed with you all this time,â you said.
Sunghoon chuckled, âI could never let him go. Heâs been a great companion. Right, Spark?â
Spark squeaked in response to that. âWould you like to meet some other nifflers, Spark?â You asked and watched as his eyes lit up, and he nodded excitedly. You laughed, reaching for your suitcase and opening it on the floor. Climbing down into it, you looked back up and beckoned to Sunghoon. âCome on in!â
Sunghoon hesitated for a moment, but curiosity won over, and he followed you. Inside, you led him through various sections of your enchanted suitcase, each with unique landscapes and ecosystems for the creatures you cared for. Sunghoon looked around, marveling at the sheer life around him.
Eventually, you reached the area where you kept your nifflers. With a quick call, five of them scampered out, their fur shining under the magical light. Spark chirped in excitement and darted forward, joining his new friends. You straightened up, watching with amusement as Lena, flitted out of your pocket and disappeared somewhere in the terrain.
You turned to Sunghoon, catching the awe in his expression. Smiling, you took his hand, guiding him through the different environments until you stopped by a stone ledge. With a short whistle, you called out, and the ground trembled slightly. Emerging from a large cave opening, Erebus, lowered his head, scales glistening with an otherworldly sheen as he rumbled softly in greeting.
Sunghoon took a small step back, looking at Erebus with a mix of fear and awe. You laughed softly, reaching for his hand again. âItâs okay,â you said gently. âHe trusts me, and heâll trust you, too.â
Sunghoon looked at you, searching your eyes before nodding. Slowly, you guided his hand forward, placing it against the warm, textured scales under Erebusâs jaw. The dragon rumbled again, leaning slightly into Sunghoonâs hand, a deep, pleased purr vibrating through him.
âSee?â you whispered, smiling as Sunghoonâs gaze softened in amazement.
Sunghoon kept his hand steady, glancing between you and the massive dragon before him. Erebus leaned further into his touch, his dark eyes half-closing in contentment. Sunghoon exhaled a quiet laugh, a mixture of relief and wonder.
"I never imagined I'd be doing this," he murmured, glancing at you with a warm smile. "You've always had a way with creatures."
You grinned, feeling a swell of pride. "Erebus is special. I rescued him from a terrible situation, and ever since, weâve had this bond." You gave Erebus a gentle pat before he pulled back, lifting his great head and retreating into the shadows of his sanctuary.
As Erebus disappeared, you turned to face Sunghoon fully. The awe hadn't left his expression. "I can see why you love this work," he said softly. "I missed seeing this side of you."
A warmth blossomed in your chest. "I missed having someone who understood," you replied, voice just above a whisper. "I always wanted to share this with you."
Sunghoonâs gaze softened, and without another word, he leaned in slowly, giving you time to close the remaining distance. The world seemed to fade as his lips met yours, gentle at first, then deepening as you both leaned into each other.
When you finally parted, both of you were breathless, but his forehead rested against yours, a soft smile playing on his lips.
âItâs you and me now, Sunghoon,â you whispered.
He nodded, his eyes sparkling as he took your hand. "Forever, if youâll have me."
As you leaned up, pressing your lips against Sunghoon's, he responded with a passion that ignited a fire within you. His hand cupped your cheek, While his other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, as if he couldn't get enough of your warmth and presence.
As the kiss lingered, Sunghoon's hands moved down to your thighs, his fingers tracing the soft skin. He lifted you up gently, his strong arms supporting your weight, and placed you on the table, your legs wrapping around his waist. Sunghoon's hands roamed over your body, his touch becoming more assertive, more confident. He traced the lines of your waist, his fingers grazing your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
When the kiss broke, you both were breathless, your hearts pounding in your chests. Sunghoon's hand gently caressed your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your lips. "I want you," he whispered, his voice hoarse with passion, his eyes filled with desire, caressing your legs, his touch gentle yet firm. His fingers traced the curves of your thighs, sending shivers down your spine.
His kisses became more intense, his lips moving from your neck to your collarbone, leaving a trail of passionate marks. His teeth grazed your skin, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with admiration and lust. "I can't get enough of you." He came up to kiss you again. His lips met yours in a gentle, tender kiss. "You make me feel alive, like no one else ever has," he whispered against your lips, his voice hoarse with passion. "I'll always protect and cherish you." He murmured.
And as the kiss deepened, the sweet, familiar melody of your clocks began to chime, the golden swirls dancing out of their glass coverings on the table where Spark sat proudly, watching the scene unfold. The soft notes filled the room, adding a layer of warmth to your embrace, and you both smiled slightly against each otherâs lips.
Sunghoonâs hand brushed along your cheek, wiping away the happy tears that had formed there. He pulled back just slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he breathed out softly. His eyes were filled with love, a love that glowed even brighter than the melody around you. Sunghoon looked down at you, his gaze filled with warmth. He took a steadying breath before murmuring, âWould you make me the happiest wizard in the world by becoming mineâŚforever?â
Your heart raced, and without hesitation, you beamed up at him, feeling a happiness you hadnât known could exist. âYes, Sunghoon,â you replied, voice filled with joy. âA million times, yes.â
His smile broke into a brilliant grin, and before you knew it, he was sweeping you off your feet. You laughed, the sound echoing through the room. âYou make me so, so happy,â he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. âIâve never stopped loving you, not even for a moment.â
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Lewis
When you see the box in Lewis's hands, your heart skips. It's not the first time heâs given you a piece of jewelry, but thereâs something special about his expression today, as if heâs slightly nervous.
The ring itself is a slender band in rose gold with a small gem in the middleâyour birthstone, of course. His fingers are steady as he slides it onto your finger, his gaze never leaving your face.
âA ring?â You tease with a smirk, trying to hide just how thrilled you feel. âYou know the next level is when the ring goes on the other hand.â
Lewis chuckles, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, âI had to do it, babe. Canât have you out here without something to show for it. It's a reminder that youâre my girl, no one elseâs.â
You laugh, and he pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss against your forehead. âGet used to it, alright? I like the way it looks on you. One day⌠well, I hope youâll want to wear something like this on your left hand too.â
The sincerity in his tone has you speechless for a moment, but he fills the silence with a soft kiss that promises, someday, heâll be slipping a different ring on a different finger.
Charles
Charles is an expert at making your heart race, but today, heâs managed to surprise you in the best way. With a shy, slightly bashful grin, he holds up a tiny box that youâd noticed earlier but didnât think much of.
Opening it reveals a dainty silver band set with a small sapphire. The sight makes you gasp softlyâitâs elegant, just like him, but also endearingly thoughtful.
âYou know a ring usually comes with the next relationship level,â you say, giving him a playful nudge.
His cheeks tint a soft red, but he grins, his eyes sparkling. âOh, mon amour, I wanted to give you something to get used to. I know I might be getting ahead of myself, butâŚI already feel like Iâm yours forever.â
His thumb brushes over the ring on your hand as he continues, âPlus, this way, people will know youâre not available. Youâre mine, and Iâm yours. I need everyone else to know that, too.â
With a grin, he pulls you in close, sealing his heartfelt words with a lingering kiss that leaves you breathless.
Carlos
Carlos has been jittery all day, and now you understand why. In his hand, he holds a velvet box, his eyes lighting up with that mischievous glint you know so well.
When you open it, youâre greeted with a simple, classic band with your birthstone embedded in the center. It's perfect, something you could imagine wearing every day without a second thought.
You chuckle, giving him a teasing look. âSo, a ring now, huh? You do know that it usually comes with a proposal, right?â
Carlos smirks, his hands settling on your waist. âMi cariĂąo, I had to do something. Canât let you think youâre on the market. This may not be a wedding ring, but consider it practice.â
He slides the ring onto your finger, his gaze never leaving yours. âYouâre going to be wearing one on this hand eventually. Might as well start getting used to it now.â
Heâs so charming and sure of himself that itâs impossible not to melt right into his arms. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, the kind that holds every ounce of his feelings for you.
Lando
Lando fumbles a bit as he holds up a tiny box, his cheeks red as he tries to play it cool. But the look on his face betrays himâheâs nervous, and itâs adorable.
The ring inside is small, subtle, and totally fitting for the two of you. A simple band with a single birthstone, itâs exactly the kind of piece you could wear every day, just like he wanted.
When he slips it on your finger, you raise an eyebrow. âA ring, huh? You wanna marry me.â You say teasing him.
Lando laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. âItâs true, but⌠I couldnât wait. Had to make sure you had something from me. Everyone needs to know Iâm the luckiest guy in the world.â
He pauses, squeezing your hand. âPlus, I want you to get used to the idea. One day, itâll be a bigger ring. But until then, just⌠keep this one safe.â
Heâs blushing furiously, but you give him a kiss to let him know he doesnât have to be nervous. As he hugs you, you feel his relief, and he mumbles against your hair, âIâve got to keep you forever, you know that?â
Oscar
Oscar has a quiet confidence about him as he takes your hand, showing you the little velvet box heâs been carrying all day. Inside is a beautiful ring with your birthstone, small and delicate.
You smile, touched, but you canât resist teasing him. âAre you proposing, orâŚ?â
He laughs softly, his thumb running over the ring he just placed on your finger. âNot yet. But I couldnât wait any longer to make it clearâyou're my girl. I donât want you going anywhere.â
You canât help but smile at how sure he sounds. âOscar, you know Iâm not going anywhere.â
He meets your gaze, his eyes sincere. âGood. I wanted you to know that Iâm not either. I wanted you to have something that shows youâll always be mine.â
With a warm smile, he leans in, kissing you sweetly. âOne day, Iâll make it official. But for now, just promise youâll keep wearing this.â
You nod, and he pulls you into his arms, holding you close as if he never wants to let go.
Max
When Max hands you the small box, heâs uncharacteristically quiet, his usual confidence slightly softened by a hint of nerves. Inside, the ring is as no-nonsense as he isâa simple band with a small stone.
As he slides it on your finger, you raise an eyebrow and smirk. âYou know, Max, this usually comes at the next level in a relationship.â
He chuckles, pulling you into his arms. âI know. But youâre stuck with me. I wanted everyone else to know that too.â
Maxâs thumb runs over the ring, a hint of possessiveness in his tone. âConsider it practice for the future. Youâll get used to wearing a ring for me.â
Your heart melts a little at the serious look in his eyes, and you tease, âPractice, huh?â
He grins, kissing you deeply, making sure you feel every ounce of his commitment. âYeah. Get used to it, because Iâm yours forever and youâre mine.â
Sebastian
Sebastianâs fingers shake just slightly as he hands you the little box, his shy smile making your heart swell. The ring inside is perfectâdainty and understated, a small stone set in silver.
When he slips it onto your finger, you grin. âSebastian. Asking me to marry you already, hmm?â
He laughs, his eyes crinkling in that warm, familiar way. âI will, one day in the future, but I couldnât wait that long. I wanted to give you something now, something to remind you that youâre my person.â
He cups your face, his gaze soft. âI hope youâll get used to wearing something on that finger, because one day, I plan to put a different ring there.â
Heâs so earnest, so genuinely sweet that it takes your breath away. He leans down and kisses you gently, his hands holding you close, as if he never wants to let you go.
Jenson
Jenson's easygoing smile falters just slightly as he hands you a tiny box, but his eyes twinkle with mischief as you open it. The ring is classy, elegant, with a touch of vintage style that feels so you.
He slips it onto your finger, his gaze meeting yours. âYou know, Jenson, this normally comes with a wedding proposal.â
He laughs, pulling you close with a grin. âYou know meâIâm always ahead of the curve. I couldnât wait to let everyone know youâre mine.â
With a wink, he adds, âItâs just a little placeholder. I want you to get used to it because, one day, itâll be a wedding ring. But until then, I want you to know that youâre the only one I want to be with.â
His words are so casual, but thereâs depth in his gaze, a promise that one day, heâll make good on those hints. He pulls you in for a kiss, one that leaves you lightheaded and smiling.
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ËË°â˘*ââˇđˇcontent warning: smut, innocence corruption, praise, mommy kink, thigh riding, oral (m!receiving), glasses kink, loss of virginity, sub!virgin!matt, dom!reader, friends to lovers
ËË°â˘*ââˇđˇsummary: you and matt are best friends and share everything with one another - except for what you each sound like in bed - that is, until now.
this fic was requested/inspired by this ask đ
never lose me
"I have a question," you told your best friend Matt over dinner, leaning in closer to him and peeking up at him before you took a big bite of your pasta. You'd invited him out to celebrate a promotion you'd gotten at work, and you also wanted to ask for boy advice.
"What's up?" He asked, tearing off a piece of garlic bread and popping it into his mouth. He pushed up the bridge of his glasses as he made eye contact with you. "When you're having sex with a girl, does it bother you when she's loud?" You giggled, kind of embarrassed to ask.
"Why would that bother me?" Matt asked, his blue eyes darting around while he thought about how to answer your questions without confessing to you that he was a virgin. "I don't know. It's just this new guy I've been casually seeing. He's like, really quiet in bed. Almost makes me feel weird for being as loud as I am," you admitted.
He nodded to let you know he was listening, but behind his glazed over stare, he was thoroughly imagining all the naughty words you'd say and all the ways you'd scream whilst in the throes of ecstasy.
"He doesn't say much. He doesn't moan very much. I can't tell if I'm not satisfying him or if he's just shy," you confided in him, smoothing out your crimson dress that hugged your curves so snugly. "Well, have you tried asking him?" Matt timidly responded, studying the way your pretty red lipstick looked.
"Well, kind of. I mean, when I'm giving him head or stroking it for him, I'll ask, 'Do you like that, baby?'" You said in a seductive tone. Matt found it difficult to look you in the eye as he felt blood rushing to his appendage below his waist at the tone of voice you used. He took his napkin and subtly placed it on his lap to hide his growing erection.
"Mhmm," Matt nodded, halfway reassuring you that he was listening and halfway answering the question you'd just asked. "And he'll say it just like that, 'mhmm,' but even the way you said it sounded more convincing than when he says it. I just feel like he's not into it."
You took a sip of your red wine, your third glass of the night, leaving a lipstick print behind on the glassware. "Well, he's probably just nervous. I can't imagine he wouldn't like it when you.. do that stuff to him," Matt struggled to get out, twisting his ring like he always did when he was thinking about something.
"Are you shy in bed? I get the feeling you want to be loud, but you hold back," you lowered your volume, smirking at him. "That's none of your business!" He widened his eyes and smiled at you while he blushed. "See? You're already getting all shy on me," you laughed, taking another drink.
He nibbled on his lip and fiddled with his ring some more, and you noticed it had been a while since he touched his food. "Matty, are you okay? I didn't mean to get too personal with you or anything. I just get curious about what you're like in bed sometimes," you chuckled, reaching over and brushing your thumb against the back of Matt's hand.
Matt's gaze flickered up at yours and he raised his eyebrows in a surprised expression. "What!? You don't ever think about that kind of thing?" You replied, your cheeks turning pink. "I mean, of course I do," he laughed, hiding his face behind his hands.
"Why don't you satisfy my curiosity then and tell me how you sound?" You playfully flirted with him, slipping off your high heel and running your foot up Matt's pant leg, which turned Matt on even more. "Listen. I would have told you by now if I knew," Matt timidly replied, looking up at you for your reaction. "What do you mean?" You asked, gathering and twisting your noodles with your fork.
"I mean, I've never had sex," Matt said quietly, bracing for your reaction. He knew you weren't the type to tease him about it, but he was just so used to it by now that he was already prepared for it. You accidentally lost your grip on your fork and it fell against your plate with a loud clatter as you peered up at him once more.
"Never?" You asked with a bit of pity resounding in your voice. "Never," he innocently shook his head. "But surely you've done other stuff," you insinuated, picking your fork back up and picking at your food. "Nope," Matt softly answered, picking up his glass of water. "Why not, Matty? There's no way you haven't had any offers," you answered.
You knew Matt never talked about his sex life with you, but you always assumed it was just because he was being a gentleman and respecting the privacy of his sexual partners. It's not like Matt wasn't good-looking, and even though he was a bit dorky, you always found that endearing about him.
"I mean, girls are interested in me, and I can usually tell when they are, but all the girls who have ever been interested are so indirect, and all they do is drop hints like they want me to make the first move. I'm just not really into that. I want a woman who pursues me for once," Matt shrugged, adjusting his glasses again.
"So, you're saving your virginity for a dominatrix?" You raised an eyebrow at him, teasing him and giving him a sly smirk. You watched as Matt got all flustered and started running his fingers through his brown hair. "Well, I wouldn't word it like that. I just want a woman who's in charge and knows what she wants," Matt replied, blushing.
"Yeah? You want her to boss you around a little in bed, baby?" You cooed through your seductive smile. Matt rolled his eyes and let out a nervous giggle, but he neither confirmed nor denied your allegation.
You knew that your friendship with Matt was unconventional. You guys often did things together and talked about topics that most people would consider to be inappropriate for friends to engage in, but neither one of you minded how close you were. After all, you were just friends.
The waitress approached your table, offered you some boxes to take the rest of your food to go, and dropped off the check. Matt started to reach for his wallet, but you stopped him. "No, no, no. I invited you out, baby. I'll pay for your dinner," you grinned at him, reaching for your purse.
"Twisted my arm," Matt jokingly scoffed at you and acted like it was the biggest inconvenience to put his wallet back into his pocket, but he secretly loved that you always insisted on covering his bill. After you'd paid and left a generous tip, you went to get up from your chair.
"You ready, Matt?" You asked, standing up and grabbing your purse and your coat. "Uh, wait. You think we could sit here for a few more minutes?" Matt latched onto your arm, stopping you from leaving the table. There was an urgency in his voice.
"Yeah, of course. Why? What's up?" You tilted your head at him and softly caressed his face. "Please. You're gonna make it worse. Need just a few minutes. That's all," he said, batting your hand away. Your eyes traveled to the napkin placed over his lap, and you picked up on what the problem was.
"Oh, don't worry. We'll wait here until it goes away," you smirked at Matt, biting your lip. He blushed and let out a nervous laugh at how easily turned on he was, but you secretly loved it.
Once Matt's hard on had subsided, the two of you made your way back out into the parking lot, your red heels clicking against the pavement beneath you. You threw your arm around his shoulder, steadying yourself on him and towering over him. He reciprocated your gesture, hooking his arm around your waist.
"So, do you really think about what I sound like in bed?" He teased you, unable to let go of that tidbit of information you'd shared earlier. "Oh, from time to time," you snickered. You pulled your keys out of your bag and went to unlock your car, but Matt reached for them. "Hey, how about I drive? You've had a few drinks."
"Yeah, just a few," you rolled your eyes, holding your keys out of his reach. "Come on. I know that you're careful. But what if someone else causes an accident? Then you'd automatically be at fault because you had three glasses of wine tonight," Matt looked at you with his big, blue eyes.
He knew you were stubborn, but he always knew how to reason with you. "Fine," you smiled at him, handing him your keys and hopping into the passenger seat.
Matt started up your car, tilted the rearview mirror down, and moved the seat forward a bit to adjust to how much shorter he was than you. "It's so weird seeing you in the driver's seat. You're always my passenger princess," you teased him, connecting your phone to bluetooth and throwing on one of your playlists. He playfully side-eyed you as you serenaded him from the passenger seat.
When he pulled up to your house, he lowered the volume on your car speakers. "Hey, you mind if I crash here tonight? I kind of didn't think about the fact that I don't have a ride home unless I take your car," he innocently asked, giving you his puppy dog eyes.
"Of course you can stay here, Matt. You're always welcome to stay the night with me," you ran your thumb over the back of his hand again, a gesture you did often because you knew how much Matt valued physical touch. You stepped out of your car and grabbed your purse and your coat, slinging both over your shoulder. Matt, who still had your keys, unlocked your front door, letting the two of you inside.
You steadied yourself using Matt's shoulder as you stepped out of your heels, one foot at a time, still towering over the boy by a few inches. "You know, Matt. I don't think you should be self-conscious about being a virgin. I think it's really hot," you giggled into his ear, unable to stop thinking about how pure and innocent he was.
"Well, I was never insecure about it until people laughed at me when I told them," Matt responded, looking down and pushing up his glasses. "That's because other people are insecure and convinced that everything is a race. Don't worry about them," you drunkenly responded. "Thanks for saying that," Matt shrugged and gave you a smile.
"Come up to my room with me, Matty," you cooed, running your stiletto nails through his hair. He glanced up at you with a submissive expression and nodded, following you up the stairs. His gaze landed on your legs, and he silently appreciated every curve as you led him up to your bed in a calculated manner.
"I wanna shower before bed. Will you help me with my zipper?" You asked him once the two of you were standing in your master bedroom outside your bathroom. "Sure," Matt replied, feeling the tension in the air as you spun around, peeking over your shoulder.
He took the zipper between his two shaky fingers and slowly pulled it down, revealing your back to him. "Come hang out with me while I shower so I don't get bored?" You invited him in, batting your lashes in his direction. "Yeah," he replied in a soft tone.
You turned the dial on your tub and began running the water while you grabbed your makeup wipes and started washing the lipstick from your mouth. Matt sat on the edge of your bathroom counter, watching you remove the pigmented color from your face.
"Matty, I know you don't know what you sound like during sex, but indulge me for a second. How do you sound when you touch yourself?" You softly asked him, looking into his blue eyes. His cheeks started to turn bring red, and his face grew warm. "Um, I guess I'm not super loud, but I make some noise, and I definitely have to try to stay quiet," Matt disclosed to you.
"Yeah? I bet you whimper," you smirked at Matt. "Why are you thinking about that?" Matt wondered, teasing you and purposely ignoring your accusation. "Just a little curious. That's all," you seductively replied, still buzzing from the wine. "Well, just for the record, I think I would like it if a girl were loud in bed," Matt smirked at you. "Oh, really?" You asked, licking your lips. "Mhmm," he quietly answered you.
"No peeking," you ordered Matt as you started to slip out of your dress. He covered his eyes and shut them until you'd disappeared behind the shower curtain. "You can look now," you said to Matt as you tilted your head back, allowing the hot water to drench your hair.
He let his eyes adjust back to the bathroom lighting, and he watched as the steam in the air began to fill the space in front of him. He took off his glasses, wiping the condensation that was in the air from them before placing them back on his face.
"Thank you for driving me home and for being such good company," you thanked Matt from the other side of the curtain. "That's what friends are for," he responded, but the word friends started to lose its meaning and began to seem more like a strange sound than an actual term the longer it tumbled around in Matt's head.
"So this guy you've been seeing," Matt started off with a twinge of jealousy in his voice. "What about him?" You peeked your head out from behind the curtain with shampoo in your hair. "Do you think you'll end up dating him?" Matt asked, his eyes flickering up at you from his ring he was fidgeting with again.
"I don't know. I don't want to sound superficial, but the fact that he's so quiet during sex and doesn't give me any reassurance that I'm doing a good job is kind of a dealbreaker. It really kills the mood for me," you admitted, removing your detachable shower head and rinsing out your hair with it.
"What kinds of things would you want him to say?" Matt casually wondered out loud. "It's kind of embarrassing," you started to say, scrubbing your body. "You can tell me. I won't laugh," Matt assured you. "Well, I'd want him to moan really loud for me and not hold back," you started to say, letting your imagination take over.
"I'd want him to tell me how good I'm making him feel," you said, your hand dipping between your legs and softly running it along your folds while you pictured it was Matt under your control, saying this all to you.
"I'd want him to say something like, 'just like that mommy' when I'm doing something with my tongue that he really likes," you hissed through your teeth as you spread your lips open with two fingers, letting the warm water from the shower head hit your most sensitive place.
Matt quietly listened, his lips falling slightly open and his eyes subtly widening as he pictured you doing unspeakable things. His erection started to strain against his pants.
"And I'd want him to tell me when I'm about to make him cum," you said right before an obvious whimper escaped your lips as you kept the shower head pointed at your clit. Matt started to giggle. "Hey, you said you wouldn't laugh," you peeked out from behind the shower curtain, giving Matt a pouty face.
"I'm sorry. I'm not laughing because I think it's funny or anything. I just laugh when I'm nervous," Matt replied, sighing and fidgeting with his hair. "Awh. Do I make you nervous, baby?" You cooed, and Matt blushed and nervously chuckled in response.
"Another reason he and I probably won't ever date is that he doesn't really like how close we are," you admitted to Matt. "You and me?" He asked, sounding surprised. "Mhmm," you hummed from the shower. "He knows we're just friends, right?" Matt asked, unfogging his glasses once more.
"Yeah, but he thinks something's going on between us," you replied, shutting off the water after you'd rinse all your bodywash off of you. Matt was caught off-guard by this, but the more he silently mulled over the dynamic the two of you shared, the more he realized how often the two of you toed of the line of being just friends and being more than friends.
"Well, he doesn't have anything to worry about. I'm a virgin," he laughed and shrugged, putting his glasses back on. He watched as you leaned out of the shower to grab your towel, exposing your breast to him while you held eye contact and smirked when you watched his gaze drop to your chest.
"I'm sure you'll lose your virginity before you know it," you responded, wrapping the towel around yourself and stepping out of the shower. "You think so?" Matt asked, chewing on his lip. "I know so. There's no way a cute little submissive thing like you isn't going to draw in the attention of a girl who's bold enough to make a move," you cooed, licking your lips as your eye caught a glimpse of his hard on. "I hope so," he whispered.
You sauntered off into your room, and Matt followed behind like a lost puppy dog. You dropped your towel and started changing in front of him, and in an attempt to be as respectful as possible, he turned his gaze away from you.
"I'm gonna go get set up in the guestroom, and I'll see you in the morning," Matt told you, getting ready to leave the room as you slipped into a pair of underwear and a tank top. "Oh, come on, Matty. Stay. What's the fun of a sleepover if we don't get to hang out all night until we fall asleep in the same bed like we always do?" You asked, pouting at him.
He slowly nodded, sitting on the edge of your bed. "You don't mind if I sleep in just this, do you?" You wondered, presenting your pretty, black lace panties and black camisole. "I don't mind," Matt answered, staring at you in awe.
You dried off your hair and started brushing through it, and after a few more moments of silence, you brought up the original topic of discussion, the same one you and Matt had been dancing around and circling back to all night.
"Could I actually just show you how loud I am?" You shifted your eyes up at Matt as you caught your lip between your teeth. "Show me how loud you are?" He naively wondered. "How loud I can get during sex? I really feel self-conscious about it, and I need your opinion," you batted your lashes again. "Uh, sure. Why not?" Matt said, trying to keep his cool. "This is purely for science," you raised an eyebrow at him. He nodded.
He felt like he was in a dream, watching as you put each of your legs on either side of his knee. You lowered your weight down onto it until your clothed pussy was resting right on his thigh, the increase in pressure creating a wonderful sensation for you. He could feel your heat and the soft thump thump of your throbbing clit through your panties. You leaned in and locked your soft lips onto his.
It wasn't the first kiss you'd shared. You'd kissed each other a handful of times when you were younger, under the guise that you were just practicing, but this was definitely the most passionate one.
His whole body started buzzing as your tongue begged for entrance, swirling around in his mouth. He could taste the red wine on your breath. You let out a loud moan against Matt's lips as you started rocking back and forth on his leg.
He immediately felt the fabric of his jeans strain against his hard cock as he studied the way your lips fell open and your eyes fell shut once you'd pulled back from the kiss. "Oh, Matt," the words escaped your lips loudly as you picked up the pace. He loved hearing you say his name in such an intimate manner and seeing you in such a vulnerable state.
Your hands made their way to Matt's chest, curling your fingers and latching onto the his jacket as you rode his thigh, and you slowly started to push the fabric off over his shoulders. Your involuntary sensual sounds filled the room, and you started grinding on his knee a little harder.
Matt held his breath as you reached for the bulge in his jeans and started palming it through the denim. "Oh," he quietly whimpered at your touch.
He could feel how wet you were getting, rhythmically rolling your hips forward as you humped his thigh. Your moans resounded, reaching their crescendo as you fell apart on Matt's knee. "That's it. Gonna cum," you cried out.
You held him in an embrace as you finished, falling limp against him and nearly screaming in his ear. He wrapped his arms around your waist to steady you, your wet hair tickling his forearms and your chest pressing against his cheek as it rose and fell while you caught your breath. You were both blushing.
"Did you think I was too loud?" You quietly whispered just above his ear. "You were loud, but I liked it a lot," Matt said after a short pause. You let out a laugh. Matt's cock was aching. "Oops. Sorry about the mess," you mumbled as you climbed off his knee, revealing a wet spot you'd left behind on his jeans. "I don't mind," he replied quietly, staring up at you.
Maybe the two of you were too close, and maybe it was inappropriate to grind on your best friend's thigh, but why stop now? His breath hitched in his throat as you descended to a kneeling position in front of him. "Now it's your turn," you seductively relayed, your fingers crawling across his lap, making their way to his zipper.
"My turn? For what?" Matt naively asked, wide-eyed. "To show me how you sound in bed. Please, Matty. I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight unless I know," you pouted at him, undoing the button on his jeans. "Wait. What if this complicates our friendship?" Matt wondered out loud. "Oh, come on, Matty. We're basically already dating. We do everything a couple would do except have sex. Maybe it'll actually make things less complicated," you smirked at him.
Deep down, he knew you might be right. "O-okay," Matt stammered, peering down at the way the teeth of his zipper came undone between your fingers. He went to take off his glasses, but you stopped him. "Matty, please. Keep them on," you requested, and he nodded.
You gave him a lustful and devious expression as you pulled his pants down just enough to access his throbbing dick. He lifted his hips as he looked into your hypnotic eyes. You reveled in the fact that you were going to be the first to make him make those sounds that were about to pour from his mouth. You reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock, mesmerized by the sight.
His tip was the same shade as his parted lips, and it was shiny with pre-cum already. You started to curl your fingers around its thickness and gently stroke it up and down. "Look at that," you gasped while you observed more clear liquid drool out of it, admiring how sensitive it was. Matt softly whimpered as it quivered in your hand.
You ran your palm up his shaft, grazing the head and spreading the fluid around, using it as lubricant while you pumped it back and forth. He let out a soft whine as you stimulated him. "Good boy," you praised him in a low, seductive tone.
He started gently bucking his hips up, driving his sensitive dick further into your hand while he let out a few stifled moans. "Don't hold back, baby," you cooed, picking up speed. "Mmm. It feels so good, mommy," he cried out, sending blood straight to your clit.
"That's it. Let me hear you," you responded, slowly closing the distance between his aggravated tip and your soothing lips, latching onto his most sensitive nerve endings. He gasped at the sensation. It was impossible for him to stay quiet.
Fervent noises filled the room while he watched as you made the head disappear behind your lips, then his shaft, and then you slid all the way down until your nose was pressed up against his lower tummy. "Yes, yes, yes," he whimpered, holding your wet hair out of your face.
You loved how responsive and interactive he was, doing everything you would have wanted a boy to do while giving him head. You bobbed your head up and down a few times, coaxing more pleasant sounds from Matt while he savored the soft, wet, warm feeling of your mouth.
You slid all the way down on his shaft again until the tip was in your throat, this time holding still while you hummed against his dick. "Please. Please keep going," Matt begged, trying to buck hip hips again, but you held them down, keeping him from being able to move. You were driving him crazy.
"Mommy, please move your mouth. I'll do anything," he implored, his voice cracking with desperation. You teased him, moving your head up and down but just slightly and at a painfully slow pace. "Faster, mommy," he begged you.
After a few more minutes of his pleading, you finally gave in, sloppily drooling all over his cock while you moved in a steady, calculated rhythm, stimulating every nerve ending on his rod while he inched closer to the finish line. "Feels so good. Gonna make such a mess for you, mommy," Matt desperately whined.
The words leaving his mouth suddenly had you aware of how empty you were feeling between your legs.
You moved back up his length with your mouth, but this time, when you reached the tip, you slipped it out of your mouth and smirked up at Matt. "Please. No. Why'd you stop?" He wondered, sounding distressed by the way his pleasure came to an end suddenly before he was done.
You stood up. "Be a good boy and wait," you responded lustfully, dropping your panties and pulling off your top. Matt fell silent as he admired your body, his eyes following every curve.
The shape of your body drew in his stare to your most intimate parts, the way your thighs came together in a v shape, practically directing his eyes towards your pussy. His eyes wandered up towards your breasts that he'd only ever seen for seconds at a time when you'd changed in front of him.
"Be a good boy and let mommy cum one more time, and then it'll be your turn. Got it?" You asked, slowly stepping towards him again. "Anything you want, mommy," he obediently nodded.
You climbed on top of him, straddling his lap, taking his dick into your grip and guiding it towards your hole. "Oh my god," Matt gutturally moaned with his eyes rolling back as you slowly descended onto him, taking it inch by inch. He couldn't believe you were taking his virginity.
"Don't you dare cum yet," you smirked at him as you lowered all the way down and started bouncing on his cock. He nodded at you with his glazed over eyes and his jaw hanging open as you picked up speed, your tits bouncing in his face while he admired them.
You started rubbing your clit while you rode Matt, and more urgent whimpers poured from both of your lips. "How's it feel, Matty?" You cooed. "Best feeling ever," he moaned, peering into your eyes. "You're so big. You fill me up so good!" You exclaimed as his dick rutted into your g-spot. He swooned at your compliment, placing both his hands on your waist.
You rocked your hips forward, your pussy gliding up and down his length, and you felt your legs behind to shake. You could feel Matt's dick throbbing in your hole as he whimpered for you and looked up at you with his most desperate expression, which sent you past the point of no return.
Your pussy spasmed around his sensitive cock, and he could feel every contraction as you called out his name loudly over and over. You rubbed your clit in tighter, faster circles. He felt your whole body tighten while you shook and loudly squealed as you finished onto him, leaving behind the milky evidence of how much fun you'd had leaking down his shaft.
"Please," he begged, staring down at the mess you made on his cock and knowing he'd done that to you had him right on the edge of his climax. "Please what, baby?" You bit your lip, still riding him. "Please, mommy. Don't stop. Need a warm place to cum inside," he cried out.
"Of course, baby. Of course you can cum inside," you assured him, cradling his head and pushing your breasts into his face. Your rose-scented bodywash filled his senses. He peered up at you with his pretty blue eyes that were filled with lust and desire. His eyebrows were furrowed together in an expression of sheer pleasure.
Goosebumps arose all over his flesh as an orgasmic rush coursed through his body. He whimpered fervently against your chest, his cock twitching and draining inside of you. You loved watching him come undone underneath you. You continued to bounce up and down on his dick until he started hissing through his teeth about how sensitive it was.
You brought your movements to a stop, tilted Matt's chin up with your hand, and kissed him while he was still inside of you. He looked up at you wide-eyed and panting. "Wow, I never knew sex could be that intense," he innocently shook his head. "I made you feel good, didn't I?" You asked, nibbling on your lip. "So good," he replied, pushing up his glasses.
"That was so hot. I knew you'd be a whimperer."
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noona. noon. any angsty thoughts to share for the duke au? đď¸ (iâm craving angst sorry)
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I DO!! Angst version of the au would be if you werenât welcomed at all. Sure, no one is being flat out rude to you, no one is actively sabotaging you and John doesnât hit or force you into anything.
But itâs lonely.
The maids barely touch you, as if disgusted they have to help and tend to the woman their Duke needed to and not wanted to marry, and the butlers are the same. Especially the head butler Garrick. You still donât know his first name and he doesnât seem inclined to tell you.
During the dinner⌠nights with John, youâve started noticing that your food isnât quite as well done as his? Less decorated, occasionally burnt or not cooked well, but you donât want to cause any trouble so you remain silent and John never asks why you seem to eat so little.
You do also meet Duke Riley, the man that John is said to have an incredibly close friendship with, something born during his time servicing the kingdom. Youâve heard so much about him, from bad to good, and you wonder how he actually is.
In the end, you wish you hadnât met him, too. The humiliation of being flat-out ignored in your own home while he speaks amicably with JohnâŚ
So yes. Life as Duchess Price isnât a happy one, but you are just glad you arenât physically hurting.
But you do find solace in the only kindness your parents had bothered to show you before they gave you away; your personal knight, KĂśnig. He is the only one to not treat you as such. He is the only one you can confide in, feel just a little bit of happiness and friendship with even if you havenât even seen his face yet.
âIâm so tired,â you whisper to him one night, under the blanket of the night sky. Youâd thrown a simple shawl over your shoulders, and hadnât questioned it when he fell in steps behind you, always a protective shadow. Today had been hard. You had also decided to no longer dine with John, not too excited about the lackluster food and the stilted conversations. Cold maids, lonely night⌠you ached for something more.
You take in a shuddering breath, wrapping the shawl tighter around yourself. Konig stands right beside the bench you are sitting on, a familiar and comforting sight and presence. But tonight, itâs not enough. âIâm so tired, KĂśnig.â You repeat, your voice cracking.
KĂśnig simply stares at you for a while; you are used to it, used to everything about him. The mask, the accent, the unyielding body that is always keeping you safe. The quiet congestions you have had, during the days you lock yourself away in your office to ignore the loneliness and sadness plaguing you.
You arenât used to seeing KĂśnig bend down in front of you, holding his hands out until you place them in his. Familiar pale eyes peer up at you. Proper etiquette doesnât matter to you in this moment; who will chastise you for the lack of it when this entire duchy holds only the most basic form of respect for you?
Even if they did, you would not let go of KĂśnig, your confidant. Your knight.
ââŚWhat do you need, mylady?â
After a silent moment, you take in a deep breath and look back at him. ââŚI want⌠someone who loves me enough to be kind towards me. I want someone who loves me.â
KĂśnig nods his head. With bated breath, you watch silently as he brings your hands forward, under his mask, to kiss each knuckle on your hands.
âI am your knight, mylady. I am your sword, and your shield. I, too, can be your lover if that is what you want, mylady. Whatever you desire, it is my duty to provide.â KĂśnig breathes out against your skin, eyes not once flicking away, words not once breaking. He is fully devoted in his decision. âWill you allow me, mylady? The decision is your, always has been. I cannot take you away from this horrible place-â not yet. â-but I can give you my love and devotion, just as Iâve always done. Will you allow me, mylady?â
And after everything youâve been through, all the pain and loneliness and exclusion- you canât say no.
ââŚYes, KĂśnig.â
(By the time John begins to realize that he may have misjudged you, once you find out the truth, it is already far too late for mending any bridges. There is no particular feeling when you look at him, or any of his men. You only ask that no one bothers your time alone with your shadow, your knight. Itâs far too late for anything.)
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Wowza. Part one blew up way more than I thought it would so here! Part two! I do have more thoughts about this so there might be a couple more parts to come. We'll see ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
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Eddie takes half a second to consider just not answering. Maybe throwing his phone away and never going back to the restaurant they went to last night so he never has to confront whatever it is that's about to happen. Maybe even fleeing the country and living alone on a sheep farm with no friends and go relationships ever again so something like this never happens again.
But then he thinks of Steve. Kind, funny Steve with the bright eyes and soft skin who looked at Eddie like he could fall in love with him and he knows that whatever comes next, Steve deserves for Eddie to see it through with him.
New Message: Steve H.
Hey
Just that one word sends Eddie's heart into his throat. He can see that Steve is still typing, those little ellipses of doom popping on and off the screen. Realistically, Steve probably doesn't know what happened, right? Eddie's pretty sure Steve wasn't in on it and it's been less than an hour since Eddie himself found out, so probably not.
Steve H: Gareth called me
Fuck.
Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck.
If Eddie's heart was in his throat at the first text, the second one has it dropping through his body and out of his goddamned ass. It's not that he doesn't want Steve to know. He was always planning to tell him, he was just hoping he could be the one to do it. Gareth being a little shit and calling Steve first was not part of the plan.
Steve H: He told be about the prank. I'm sorry if I wasn't what you expected and you were just being nice. We can pretend it never happened. No hard feelings.
Eddie slams his head into his pillow. This is such a cluster fuck he can hardly bring himself to look at the text but he needs to come up with some kind of response, like, yesterday if he wants any chance of keeping the man of his dreams from running for the hills because apparently, Eddie's friends are trying to destroy his life. He takes a deep breath and starts typing.
Eddie: Hey, I'm so sorry about that. I just found out about what they did an hour ago at practice. I didn't think they would just call you out of the blue like that, I was just about to text you.
Not completely true, but Eddie was going to text him about it, just after screaming into his pillow and making a couple Vudu dolls first.
Eddie: For what it's worth I really do like you and I would love to still take you out on that second date, but I understand if my friends scared you off and you want nothing to do with me. I know it's fucked up.
It takes a minute for Steve to respond, the typing bubbles ebbing and flowing as Steve types and retypes whatever it is he wants to say. Eddie is about ready to call it a wash and start googling sheep farms for sale in Ireland when a new text comes in, dispelling all thoughts of learning to sheer wool.
Steve H: Are you sure?
And fuck if that doesn't hurt his heart. Eddie has spent all of two and a half hours with Steve, he's a virtual stranger, but Eddie can swear he can feel all of Steve's secondhand insecurity through that one lonely sentence. Before he even registers what he's asking, he send a quick reply.
Eddie: Can I Facetime you?
Before Eddie can try to rethink his decision, his screen lights up with a notification. Steve is calling him.
Eddie scrambles to answer, fumbling his phone a little in his haste and almost missing the call completely. He manages to get it on the last ring, breathing heavily in a way he knows can't be flattering.
All thoughts about his lack of dexterity fly out the window when he looks into his screen. On their date, Steve was perfectly put together. Hair meticulously done, clothes freshly pressed, and a light sheen of lipgloss accentuating the perfect curve of his mouth. While Steve is still beautiful through the lens of his camera, it's clear that he's been crying. His eyes are red and a little puffy, hair out of order in a way Eddie thinks is probably unusual for him, and Eddie can see that he's wearing a well-loved beige hoodie.
"Hi," Steve says, waving a shy hand almost the same way he had last night.
"Hey sweetheart," Eddie says, keeping his voice low and gentle, desperate to soothe Steve however he can through the distance of their phones.
For a minute they just look at each other, neither one knowing what to say in a situation like this. Eddie sees Steve gearing up to say something, but he cuts in before he starts. There's something he needs to say while Steve can see him face to face.
"I'm really sorry about what happened!" He says, much lounder than he intended. "My friends were being dicks. I haven't dated in a while and instead of being normal fucking people they set up this whole stupid prank but I swear I wasn't in on it!"
Something about what he says draws a small smile from the corner of Steve's mouth, so Eddie keeps talking. "Besides, if they wanted to prank me they should have picked someone that isn't a literal fucking model in disguise. There wasn't a chance in hell I wasn't going to beg you for that second date."
At that, Steve gives a little chuckle and it lifts Eddie's heart from where it'd fallen onto the floor and puts in back in his chest 10 times lighter than before.
"Jesus, are you always such a flirt Munson?" he says.
"Only when the boys are especially pretty," Eddie responds.
Steve gives another little laugh at that before sobering up. He gives Eddie a long look through the phone, and Eddie lets him.
"Are you sure you don't want to just call it quits here man? Gareth was pretty adamant that I'm not the kind of guy you usually go for. I don't want you to feel like you have to humor me out of kindness." There's a forced flippancy to Steve's words that Eddie knows well from his own Munson Coping Strategies Handbook. Steve is trying to give him an out, but Eddie can tell that he doesn't want to.
For the first time since this all started, Eddie is well and truly mad. Gareth and Jeff had absolutely no business poking around in his love life in the first place, but now they've reached out to the guy Eddie already told them he liked to what? Tell him never mind actually, we don't think you're the right guy for our friend even though he told us very explicitly how into you he is.
Eddie lets all the frustration, anger, and tenuous hope building up in his chest fuel his reply. This one has to count, he can feel it. It's a charisma saving throw with the whole campaign on the line. He can't miss this one.
"Honestly Steve, if you asked me two days ago what I was looking for in a partner, I probably would have said I wanted to date another alternative metalhead or punk who likes playing DnD and getting high on the weekend." Eddie can see Steve's shoulders slump as his eyes dart away, but he pushes on, determined to make his point.
"But, I haven't had as good a time as we had last night in a really long time." Steve looks back up, eyes alight with the same tentative hope Eddie himself is channeling. "I think you're funny and interesting, and you have the absolute worst takes on ice cream flavors, and you're hot as hell. Like, seriously the hottest guy I've ever seen in real life."
Steve smiles, the edges of his eyes crinkling.
Critical success.
"So, about that second date."
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Out of 141 who would try to convince reader to marry them for benefits? (The benefit of being able to call reader their spouse but reader doesnât need to know that đ)
love this question! honestly, i think all of them would do something like this, but here is something with my hubby simon in mind!
you squint at simon, confused. "so... youâre suggesting we get married. for... benefits?â
âyeah.â simonâs reply is casual, his face blank as always. âpractical reasons. you get some perks, i get some perks. no big deal.â
you canât help but laugh. âjust like that?â
âjust like that,â he repeats, shrugging like itâs the most obvious thing in the world. âsaves us both the hassle.â
âright⌠for the benefits.â youâre not sure if youâre buying it, but he seems serious, and hey, who are you to question one of simonâs half-baked ideas?
the next few weeks are surprisingly easy. simon handles most of the paperwork, and soon enough, youâre both technically marriedâon paper, anyway. just for the benefits, you remind yourself.
but then... strange things start happening.
simon begins doing things he never used to. he starts showing up with coffee, your favorite kind, without you even asking. he picks up groceries for you, just because he thought you might be running low.
âyouâre... kind of acting like a husband,â you joke one night, feeling a strange warmth creep into your chest.
he grunts, brushing off your comment. âjust looking out for you. comes with the... agreement.â
and every time you bring it up, he has some new excuse, some âbenefitâ you never knew youâd signed up for.
you start catching him watching you a little longer than usual, his gaze soft, almost... affectionate. but whenever you ask, he waves it off, like itâs nothing.
finally, one night, you canât hold back. âsimon, this marriage...whatâs in it for you, really? donât tell me itâs just benefits. no one does all this just for some perks.â
heâs quiet for a moment, his face unreadable. then, his shoulders tense, and he sighs, almost... defeated. âmaybe i just wanted a reason to stay close. to call you mine. even if it was... only on paper.â
your heart skips a beat. all the little gestures, the quiet moments, everything starts making sense. âso... this wasnât just for the benefits?â
ânot really, no.â he looks at you, finally letting his guard drop, his eyes soft in a way they never are. âi wanted you to be mine. officially.â
itâs not a grand confession, not really. but itâs simonâs way, and in that moment, you realize itâs everything.
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Hiya!! đđźđ How's it going? Your fashion taste for Zuko in a Modern AU seems to be artsy, or maybe "formal" is the word. That shirt he wore when he gave Sokka romantic song advice looked Versaceđ§. Anyway, I was wondering how you came up with it, he always struck me more as the type that didn´t care much about fashion, so I'm curious about other´s opinions and heacanons about it. And do you have any other fashion headcanons for the rest of the GAang? Also, their music tastes. How did you come up with them? Especially Katara's! đ
Hello! As it happens, I have a lot of Thoughts and Feelings⢠about this, so I'm leaving these over here, and the rest of my ramblings down below the cut!
Let us begin with the Gaang, shall we?
SUKI always struck me as that Pretty Girl from the Gym. She is so incredibly fit it isn't even funny. She could kick anyone's ass, and we'd all thank her. She has this casual gym style that somehow always looks glorious on her, as it should! Comfy yet fashionable clothes for a nice workout or a day in town.
Her music tastes are basically any and all power songs from the eighties and nineties. (Eye of the Tiger, anyone?) She also enjoys metal via Toph, and bands like BSB, NSYNC, or Boyz II Men with Katara. My girl has a very eclectic Playlist and we all love her for it.
SOKKA is That Guyâ˘. Loose T-shirts and shorts everywhere he goes, no matter the weather. He's stupidly into fashion but it doesn't show! At all! And everyone teases him about it. His closet is about 90% Cactus Juice merchandise, hence the "it's the quenchiest!" shirt.
His fashion and music tastes are pretty much the same. He loves poetry but isn't really into lyrics. He'll misinterpret just about anything you place in front of him. His Playlist is mostly vibes and tiktok songs he kind of enjoys. He isn't really into music...at least not as much as his sister.
AANG owns exactly one hoodie, one pair of shorts, and one beanie (THE beanie). Oh, and the crocsâdon't forget the crocs. Somehow, he's always wearing the exact same outfit. Every. Single. Day. Ancient Gaang lore suggests that the day Aang goes out without his beanie, it's the end of the world.
His Playlist is the poppiest, most bizarre thing ever. Every single song is Happy by Pharrell Williams levels of happy. Yet sometimes, among the bouncy dance-to songs, you'll find the strangest of things... (He does know what Good Day by Twenty One Pilots is about. That's the reason he likes it so much, actually. And it's so weird.)
KATARA is all about sundresses and loose pants. The epitome of comfortable loveliness. Light fabrics in blue shades, careful embroidery, delicate shoes, and little to no accessoriesâhers is a simple, yet quite adorable, style. She just needs to add more colors to her usual palette...
She is, first and foremost, a Florence + The Machine girl. It's the Dark Goddess of the Sea vibes, to be honest. Florence Welch is her idol and yes, she will fight you about lyrics interpretation, and win. It may not seem like it, but her music tastes are also very varied.
She draws a little from each member of the Gaang, so you'll hear her humming along to Gorillaz (where did you even find out about them, Aang?), The Weeknd (I...don't think this song means what you think it means, Sokka...), and Hozier (Zuko why did you dedicate Talk to me, Zuko WHAT DID YOU MEAN BY THAT).
TOPH...ah, lovely girl. I'll summarise everything about Tophâs fashion sense in two words: comfort and rebellion. Stuffy dresses forced on her by billionaire parents? No thank you! Give her tank tops with loose shirts and short pants. Bandaids shared with Aang, bracelets from Katara, and even piercings she got in tandem with Sokka. Shoes? What even is that?
Something I love about this fandom is our collective agreement that Toph is into the dirtiest, heaviest, most ear-splitting and soul-crushing death metal of all times. Her Playlist is full of the most obscure names to ever exist, and she can and will blast through your walls with the sheer volume of her speaker.
Zuko. ZUKO.
Even in a modern AU my boy must suffer. That being said, I envision Tales from the Couch asâwell, exactly what it is: an ATLA modern AU. While there is not a war to fight, and a lot of plot lines are discarded or expanded upon, much about the core story remains the same.
This is my way of saying that Zuko still goes trough his redemption arc, and it reflects on his fashion choices.
The way you described it works perfectly because of one single reason: in this AU, Zuko is an artist. He had to suppress his love for writing and drawing because of his background and the expectations Ozai had for him (taking over the family company), and a very large part of his redemption arc directly affects his relationship with art.
In the Couch equivalent of S1, Zuko has fallen out of Ozai's graces, and is desperate to protect his place in the company and the Kasai household. He's pretending to be someone he isn't and trying to live up to his Father's image of a perfect heir while still being somewhat cut-off financially, and it shows.
He's all about imposing long coats and a semi-formal style, imitating what he knows Azula and Father would respect. He's striking and sharp and dark. But no matter how he dresses or carries himself (that air of cold superiority and arrogance)âit won't help him when he needs it the most.
In S2, Zuko has hit his lowest point. He's officially disinherited and tossed away by his father, and would be out in the streets if it wasn't for Uncle Iroh. He goes from sharp, high-tailored outfits to old second-hand clothes that hang loosely on his frame. He starts smoking and cuts his hair off, forgoing the undercut for the first time in years.
But then...Father accepts him back. When Zuko returns home, it's with respect to his name and a very high position in his father's company. He's finally the perfect Kasai heir, dressed in overly expensive suits and finery, even at home... But Father forbids him from wearing Lu Ten's earring, and Zuko can no longer recognize himself without the familiar glint of gold dancing on his peripheral vision.
When Zuko leaves the Kasai name behind him and goes back to living with Uncle Iroh...he's finally at peace with who he is, and what he wants in this life. The sharp edges aren't gone (they'll always be a part of him, after all), but now they're dulled by looser clothes and softer hairstyles.
He's an artist, and for once in his life, he is determined to pursue his own ambitions. Zuko's outfits may not be designer-made anymore, but he takes what he has and makes himself look like he wants to look, like the person he wants to be.
He doesn't read fashion magazines or keeps up to the latest trends like Azula does. He's just...Zuko. And his newfound confidence makes everything he wears look like it belongs on him.
As for music...well, Ursa raised a literature boy.
He loves lyric-heavy music and natural voices, be they soothing or powerful. Dissecting song meanings and possible interpretations with Katara is one of his favorite parts of the day. They're both very passionate and strong-minded individuals, so it stands to reason that their debates can get quite...heated.
Zuko's Playlist is both incredibly eclectic and somehow very...him. There's a common thread that binds together every song and artist he likes, and he's hilariously unaware of this. To take a look into his Playlist is a higher honor reserved only for those closest to him.
In the wide spectrum of things, it is no wonder that Zuko is, first and foremost, a Hozier man. But though Andrew is his God in all aspects of this life, there's someone else that has had a huge impact on him...
Two someones, actually.
Zuko refuses to tell anyone how he got into Twenty One Pilots, but it's kind of a moot point when the beginning of his obsession is nothing compared to everything that came after. They have just about the right amount of everything that makes Zuko...well, Zuko. The poetic lyrics, the soothing or raging music, the heavy, intensely resonant themes...
Up there, in the second artwork, I placed an album cover behind each period of Zuko's life. The election of these records is intentional, as I feel like their general themes work incredibly well with Zuko's arc and growth.
Blurryface in S1. For the demons within us. For giving a name to our fears and shame.
Trench in S2. For escaping the confined walls of a depression city, and fighting to understand the depths of the map of your mind.
Scaled and Icy in the first half of S3. For returning to places you had left behind. For convincing yourself and everyone around you that you're fine, that you're perfect, even though everything is crumbling inside...
Clancy in S3. For recognizing that you can backslide, that you can have fears and shame and painâbut you're shaping yourself with each step you take. For knowing that seeking help from others is okay. Nobody learns to walk on their own.
(And, in the end, you'll always be better than the person you were yesterday. If only because you're still here. You're still alive. You're still yourself.)
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Overall, I rambled a bit too much, don't you think?
If you made it all the way down hereâthank you so much for reaching out and being interested in this crazy AU! I hope you enjoy these ideas and tell me some of your own â¤ď¸
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Max Verstappen x Driver!Reader (SocialMedia!AU)
Iâm so down if youâre ready, Iâll show you if you let me, girl (she said fuck me like Iâm famous, I said okay)
You and Max Verstappen are very well known in the media, for having one of the most volatile rivalries in the sporting world. But Ferrariâs Princess and Redbullâs Mad Max send shockwaves through the paddock when your PR teams confirm youâre officially dating. The public have a hard time believing itâŚuntil your sex tape gets leaked on Twitter a month later. Social Media!AU
Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, trying my hand at a SM! AU for the first time!!, dom! Max and switch! Reader, size kink, sexism, max being a feminist king
Everyone always said there was a thin line between love and hate. Frankly, you find it to be sexist bullshit, rolling your eyes everytime some interviewer or your friends or trainer would make some sly comment about so whatâs going on between you and Max, with a suggestive wiggle of their eyebrows. Nothing, just him trying to run me off the track repeatedly and giving me 4 bruised ribs in Singapore when he clipped me illegally, you say with an annoyed tone. You know that if you were a man, and not the first female driver in decades in F1, you wouldnât be getting randomly shippedwith all the drivers. And for gods sake, Verstappen off all people was the most laughable idea. The man was either being a violent menace on the track or an autistic twelve year old off it, you think vehemently. You two had stayed well out of each others way in your Haas seat last year, with you leading the mid pack in the suboptimal car but Max remaining well out of reach at the front of the pack. But this year, youâd earned yourself a Ferrari seat and were ecstatic to finally be able to compete for a WDC.
That was, until you and Max Verstappen suddenly started to keep getting caught in each others crosshairs. What started as polite indifference between two coworkers blew up into a PR frenzy, with you and Max completing for the top step in the podium every race weekend. He thought you a reckless driver, getting lucky in a rocket ship this year and trying to sink her claws into something she canât handle. You thought him over arrogant, a man who couldnât handle losing to a girl, his fragile ego unable to handle losing a 4th WDC to a Ferrari driver who was only in her second F1 season.
And then, two months out from the end of the season, everything changed between you and Max. On a night out in Monaco with your friends, celebrating being home from triple headers, youâd had the unfortunate experience of being cornered by some drunk, sexist creep who thought he was entitled to touch you. Heâd been stronger than you expected, pinning you in a dark alleyway and you just when you starting to freak out, Max of all people practically threw the guy off you. Heâd angrily spat at the drunk to pick on someone his own size or heâd break his jaw next time, before leading you to his car with a gentle hand. Normally, you found Maxâs far larger frame to be annoying, another way for him to intimidate you when he glared downwards. But that night you couldnât help but be grateful for the muscular, tall man and his attentive blue eyes as you willingly follow him with wide, doe eyes.
The ride home had been silent, you nervously clutching the large sleeves of the hoodie Max had given you from his backseat. And when youâd thanked him for his help, saying you appreciate him looking out for you even though he hated you, he looked at you with genuine surprise. I donât hate you, heâd said. Well, I suppose we have had our differences on the track. You snickered at this, muttering thatâs one way of putting it. Max chuckled, making you peer at him curiously as youâd never heard him do that in your presence. He was actually very handsome, you noted, without an angry scowl on his face or that Redbull helmet covering him. Then you tell your tipsy brain to shut up because where the hell had that thought suddenly come from?!
But really, I think youâre a pretty amazing girl off the track, Max continued. It must be hard being the only female driver, but you always have something good to say to the dumb interview questions you get. And Iâm not going to stand by and let any woman be felt up by some creep. Even if itâs the Princess of Ferrari, he adds with a smirk. You rolled your eyes at this, stepping out of his car as you reach your apartment. And when you offer him his hoodie back, he tells you to keep it. You can use it to stay warm at the next race - itâs Brazil, very rainy. Did I mention Iâm called the rainmaster, incidentally? You burst out laughing at his lack of subtlety, and he smiles at having distracted you, making the scared look in your pretty doe eyes from earlier disappear. Fuck off, Verstappen, you giggle, and for once your words have no real bite.
By the time your second F1 season is over, and youâre receiving your trophy for the world championship at the Prizegiving Gala, the first female to do so, you and Max Verstappen have became good friends. Maybe something more, from all the time youâve started spending together off the track gaming, playing padel, and going out drinking. You were far too afraid to ever say something to him, knowing the media response to the first female driver dating a fellow driver would be absolutely brutal. Besides, you had no idea if Max remotely felt the same way about you - his type seemed to be pretty models, not aggressive drivers who spent half her time plotting his downfall.
Youâre surprised when he finds you at the after party, late into the night, where everyone is too plastered to note that the fallen Redbull champion is taking the winning Ferrari Princess to a private level on the yacht. If you think Iâm going to apologise for breaking your winning streak, you can try again, you announce dramatically as you grin at him, 5 drinks in and pink lips loosened, letting him know you were jesting. Wouldnât have it any other way, Princess, Max hums, coming to stand so close to you that your heart rate quickens when you feel warmth radiating from the taller, muscular driver. Besides, Iâll be taking the cup next year, anyways. Enjoy the high while you can, he says in his Dutch accent, all cocky.
You let out an outraged gasp at this, forgetting how close you two already are as you step towards him, accusing hand pressed against his firm chest. But before you can say anything, Maxâs gorgeous blue eyes drop down to where your manicured nails are touching his pecs. And then he looks down further, to where your plush tits have pressed up against his abs, your cute red corset minidress pushing your cleavage up temptingly. Thereâs no mistaking the dark desire that swirls in his intense gaze as he looks back into your wide doe eyes. And then heâs leaning in, finally, you think, and then your brain wakes up and you remember whoâs in front of you. We canât, Max, you say breathlessly, dazed by how attractive he looks when turned on. Why not, the Dutchman demands, cocky as usual. You donât want this, Princess? His large hand brushed your jaw, tilting your face upwards when you try to look away. Your breath hitched from the contact, and youâre sure he can feel how fast your carotid pulse is beating. Itâs-itâs not that I donât want to, you say with a blush, making a pleased smirk appear on Maxâs lips. But Iâm the only female driver on the grid, the public would tear me apart if they found out I hooked up with another driver on the grid-
Fuck what anyone else thinks, Max says passionately, the familiar spark of defiance in his eyes. I know the fallout from something like this would be much harder for you as a woman than me, and I waited till after the championship fight finished. No one can contest you didnât win the cup with your own sheer skill. But now that itâs finished, I canât hold back anymore. Your jaw drops from Maxâs heated confession, never having guessed the handsome blonde would reciprocate your buried romantic feelings. And I donât mean some one night stand or summer fling, he continued boldly. I want to be your boyfriend, I want you all to myself properly.
You must have had too many G&Ts, you hear yourself say distantly, cause youâre not even a little bit cute and shy like you normally are off the track, Verstappen. He smiles gently, knowing you were using humour to deflect from the swirling emotions within you. Maybe, he murmurs, bending down to rest his forehead against yours. Or maybe you look so fucking gorgeous in this red dress I knew I couldnât hide how I feel anymore. When he feels your hand graze his chest, pulling him just a bit closer, he knows what you want. Pressing the gentlest of kisses to your glosses lips, he pulls back to make sure you still wanted more.
But he didnât need to have any doubts, because youâre staring up at him sultrily, desire having darkened your own wide, doe eyes. This time youâre pulling him back onto your lips, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders so that thereâs not even a millimetre of space between you too. He groans into your mouth as the months of tension come to a head, the two of you languidly exploring each others mouth with tongues.
Even if youâd woken up the next morning regretting your decision, there was no way you could turn down Maxâs offer of a relationship. Because even if you had still hated him, the sex that night on the yacht has been so incredibly mind blowing, by far the best orgasm you had ever experienced, that you knew youâd never meet anyone who could fuck you so perfectly again. So you hesitantly said yes, letâs try this for real, Max over a late hungover brunch the next morning. The rest had been history - the two of you had spent the last 7 months in a secret relationship, not wanting the chaos of the media to ruin your relationship before it could even start properly. Max has proven time and time again youâd made the right decision saying yes, being the perfect boyfriend, dedicated to all your needs and wants, spoiling you endlessly and making you laugh whenever you had a bad day.
Sometimes things were hard, of course. Like when you two had tensions during a race, your private relationship doing nothing to dampen the competitive spirit you both shared. But youâd both make up after, whether it be with a long debrief and strategy talk on how to avoid an incident next time - or your personal favourite, some angry make up sex. Like youâd suspected, Max was an absolute sex god and you two enjoyed a very healthy sex life, exploring each others kinky preferences. So when youâd have to be away from each other for long periods, busy with planning and meetings at your separate team bases, your boyfriend came up with a solution once the nudes and phone sex didnât quite hit the same.
Filming yourselves during sex seemed like a certain recipe for disaster, given how famous the two of you are and the consequences of anything got leaked. But the temptation was too great as weeks drag on without the touch of your boyfriend - so you agreed, just this once, to try it out.
Well, that had certainly been the plan. But the video had been so so nice to watch again and again anytime your pussy ached for Max that you canât resist making more. And then last month when your teams had finally given the okay for an official announcement on your relationship, and the media response had overall been surprisingly positive, you two get too comfortable and Max accidentally sent the video over DM to you, instead of the encrypted chat you normally use.
And that was when shit hit the fan.
No, Max, go away, I donât want to see you, I donât want to see anyone ever again! The blonde Dutchman sighs he leans his head against the closed bathroom door with a worried expression on his face. Youâve locked yourself in his Monaco penthouseâs bathroom for the past 4 hours, not coming out despite how much heâs pleaded. Please, schatje, he tries again. I know itâs bad, but weâll get through it together. Twitterâs already banned any links of the video and both our PR teams are doing damage control and so many of the grid drivers and journalists were calling out the website that had leaked the tape. Please, I just want to see you, you canât be locked in there forever and reading all the stuff online alone.
When you donât reply, only sniffling through the door, he sighs again and slides down the door, making himself comfortable. A few minutes later he hears the door unlock and your red, crying face peeking through. Oh, schatje, he croons soothingly as you drop down into his arms and bury your face in his thick neck. He rubs soothing circles along your back as you sniffle that Everyoneâs saying such horrible things, Maxie. How am I going to face going on the paddock ever again?
He reassures you firmly that you two would go hand in hand, united on the paddock with your heads held high, because youâve done nothing wrong. Heâd been doing the media game a lot longer than you and knew this scandal, like everything else, would get blown over with time. After your quiet sobs settle with his comforting words and tight hug, you pull back to look at him and apologise for shutting yourself away and not checking in on him. Itâs your leaked tape too, you say anxiously. How are you feeling about it, baby?
He eases your concern again, telling you honestly that in the grand scheme of things, although it was a little mortifying heâs had worse in the media. Besides, itâs gonna be satisfying to crush whichever little fucker leaked the vid, he says vehemently. Any anyone whoâs saying any bullshit sexist comments about you sleeping your way into F1 or anything is getting hit with a defamation lawsuit from legal, he declares, making your heart swell from his protectiveness. You still arenât convinced, though. Are you sure, Max? I remember in that particular video, you canât see much of my body but thereâs definitely a lot of shots of yourâŚ
Dick? Your boyfriend finishes with a deadpan expression, Thatâs fine. Besides, Iâve nothing to be embarrassed about. You know the hashtag Verstappenâs third leg is trending on Twitter now? You giggle at his nonchalance, making Max smile at seeing you cheered up. Youâve finally having processed what happened enough to maybe see a bit of humour in it. True, I suppose it could have been worse, you muse. The Las Vegas video could have been the leaked one. Imagine how batshit the fans would have gotten if they saw the handcuffs were for you, not me. Max laughs genuinely, blue eyes looking fondly at your mischievous expression. The familiar Ferrari fire he adored was back in your own pretty doe eyes.
Or worse, the Barcelona one, you tease as you lead him to the kitchen to start making dinner. Scrolling through hundreds of posts and spiralling was calorie consuming work. I think Twitter would have shut down if they found out Max Verstappen likes being called daddy in the bedroom.
Your boyfriendâs face goes adorably pink as he stammers at your unexpected roast. Hey-hey now, schat, that was just one time okay? Youâd just accidentally said it and it caught me off guard-
You grin playfully, giving him a kiss on the cheek because he looked too cute to resist. Sure, baby, so off guard you lasted 5 seconds after that. His face goes even pinker, reaching the tips of his ears now as he shyly looks away. For all his fierceness on the track, you loved how sweet the Dutch Lion was off it. Giggling, you put him out of his misery by handing him a knife and tell him to get to work chopping the tomatoes. You knew no matter what came your way, you would be fine with Max by your side.
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A/N: okkk so what did u guys think at my first attempt at a social media AU ahaha. You know I love to yap I fear I included too many Twitter screenshots, I ALWAYS GET CARRIED AWAY. Anyway this was super fun pulled me right out of my writers block!!! Hope u enjoy xx
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