#chani: he read one book please chill

[letsduneit]

can i just say i love how anytime paul uses his nerd brain to seem like he has preconceived knowledge of how the desert works everyone else is soooo impressed but the one time he tries it on chani with the "🤓☝️ um actually sandwalking is-" she just kills him with her eyes until he shuts the fuck up

[hiatuswhore]

Something For Your Mind— p.a

♕ A/N: Feedback please, yes I do accept requests, and no I have not read the book.

♕ SUMMARY: Your parents offered a simple explanation- Fremen with the gift of prescience. A secret amongst the sand.

♕ WORD COUNT: 4.5K

♕ WARNING: None

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AS A CHILD, YOUR PARENTS OFFERED A SIMPLE EXPLANATION OF YOUR DIFFERENCES—a Fremen with the gift of prescience. Not many believed in what seemed to be a tall tale—a myth. Though it may not have been prescience, it was no doubt you wielded a gift. The new age of six marked the realization of how wrong they indeed were about you.

Your quiet steps fell unnoticed by multiple of your people in the surrounding area. The only cloth on your body being your nightgown, you without thought abandoned your stillsuit. Your mother’s cries reached your ears as you stepped out into the harsh sunlight. The dry heat greeted you without consequence, and your people watched you with heavy curiosity. A small giggle escaped you as you fell to one knee, eyes focused on the horizon. The amount of time you spent out in the desert without protection was unheard of.

This was only the start. On your tenth birthday, your father and others had a mission to carry out. The day of their expected return came with the greeting of the sun glistening off the sand—no man in sight. On the following day, your mother failed to not outwardly worry for your father. Yet you sat like an oblivious child, at least that was the perception. Your mother and the others spoke in hushed whispers nearby, “—be dead.”

“They hide out north. House of Harkonnen search the surrounding area for them. Father says he should be home in another three days’ time,” You explain in a matter-of-fact tone with your eyes on your food. The room came to a chilling stillness, but still, you focused on your food with a tranquil smile.

“(Y/n),” Your mother’s steps toward you were slow and controlled. She stopped at your side before she crouched. Her gaze on you was tense, but you looked back at her unfazed. “Why do you say such things?”

“Father told me last night. In my dreams,” This was the first time the others caught wind of such ability. However, they brushed it off as a hopeful child who awaited her father; when most of the team returned three days later, a cloud of questions covered your village of people. As you rested, your parents were wide awake.

“We always knew she was different, but our girl is special,” Your father insisted. Your mother joined a few naysayers who’d convince themselves your words were only a coincidence.

“She is just a girl,” Your mother urged, but even as the words left her, it was forced. Your father grabbed both of your mother’s hands; looking deeply into her eyes, he shook his head.

“I had just finished my round of watch. I couldn’t sleep despite how heavy my eyelids were. Then it happened—my love, it felt like something I had never seen before. The cold disappeared, and a warmth overcame me. My eyes blurred, but I could make it out. (Y/n) walked to me, placing her thumb on the center of my forehead and pointer finger at my temple. She said sleep, things went black, but I woke not in my body. I could see myself resting as well as the other warriors. She told me you cried to Chani’s parents. I told her where we were and exactly when we planned to return,” The vigor in his voice evaporated any doubt in your mother’s mind. A lone tear escaped her as her husband’s brows pulled knit. “Do you know something?”

“I know the prophecies of the Bene Gesserit. The Kwisatz Haderach,” She explained, but your fathers’ eyes hardened. His immediate reaction to point out you could not possibly be the one. “I know that, but what about Praeditus? They hold no bloodline. No pattern. Power derived from the earth, unfazed by nature’s vigor.”

“My love, if you are right. Suppose our girl is the Praeditus that means the messiah lives. The emperors will never let her live. The Kwisatz Haderach would be nothing without her,” He spoke in a hushed whisper. His eyes scanned the room as if someone was listening. Your mother edged close to your door. No sound. She placed her hand flat on the surface. Nothing. The sight of you resting in bed did little to ease her trembling. Your father joined her side, watching you rest without care.

“We must hide her abilities from the others. Our people knowing will undoubtedly spread to the Houses. No one can know,” Your mother spoke barely above a whisper. The stillness of your home was replaced with the tossing and turning of your sleeping body.

Your parents were subtle at dispelling the truth from spreading further. No longer allowed to enter the desert without a stillsuit, your parents enacted harsh discipline and provided you little to no explanation. Not much time passed before they put you under the tutelage of Jamis. His ferocity and conscientious nature could shape you into a great warrior. Any attempts to talk about your abilities would result in a fretful conversation with your mother. Your father took an easier going route, reminding you to trust them. It was for your safety, of course. This explanation never satiated your desire; after such moments followed a morose cloud above you.

At the age of twelve, though, your ferocity only pushed the topic further. Still, your mother remained the tyrant in your eyes and your father her trusted soldier. Most dinners would now consist of yourself and your mother bickering. Then began your rebellious phase of being a teenager. In your studies, the focus had moved from your home to the dark stormy terrain of Caladan. There resided the House of Atreides. A long way from your sandy home, the young heir grew accustomed to his struggle with sleep. He grew comfortable waiting for the girl to place her thumb on his forehead and pointer finger to his temple. The dulcet voice commanding him to sleep, only to greet her in an astral plane he knew little about.

“Tell me more of your home,” Paul urged. So you did, but these moments would always come to an end. You would wake to greet your day with hate, having no choice but to hide your true self away. Meanwhile, Paul greeted his day under the pretenses you were just a dream. A part of what his mother described as the gift of prescience—how long could they all possibly be so wrong?

You were fifteen with your first real encounter of outsiders, Duncan Idaho. A fierce warrior without a doubt, just as he had you bested, it mattered little.

“Sleep,” You muttered from the ground, and at the sight of his faltering, you moved forward. Thumb to his forehead and pointer finger to his temple. Both your bodies fell to the sand, and your people rushed to pull you both inside.

“What is this?” Duncan rushed at you only to find both of you lacked permanency. You watched unfazed as Stilgar treated Duncan’s resting body as a prisoner. Meanwhile, Jamis checked on you as Chani rushed to alert your parents.

“I’m not certain myself, honestly. Why do you come here?” A tension rested between your eyes as you held the astral plane with all of your strength.

“I mean your people no harm,” He called out, but you openly questioned why you should believe him. It did not matter what he said; every thought, sight, and sound he ever encountered sat before you. Almost like a library you now had full access to—a swordmaster from the house Atreides with no orders against the Fremen.

“You are true. I will make sure no harm comes to you from my people. You have my word,” Your even tone and expressionless persona brought Duncan no solace. No questions could follow before you released your hold. Duncan woke with a loud gasp alone and bound. At the same time, you woke with a simple opening of your eyelids. Your parents hovered over you with Stilgar, Jamis, and Chani by your feet.

“Are you alright?” Your mother eagerly questioned. Her eyes were misty as she gently caressed both sides of your face. The lack of verbally wanting to murder each other proved to be a smokescreen to the deep love between the two of you. You ask for a moment with your parents alone.

“That man, Duncan Idaho, is his name. He is not here to hurt us,” You explain, but immediately your mother shushes you. “I know, Mother. I will say nothing, but you both cannot let our people hurt him. He is a warrior from the House of Atreides with an order against the Harkonnens.”

“(Y/n) we’ve talked about this. Using your gift is dangerous,” Your father sighed, but you shook your head. Too busy hiding your ability away, they had no understanding of it.

“He was born of Geidi Prime like you father. Although Harkonnen slaughtered his parents, he escaped his captors and devoted himself to the House of Atreides,” This revelation earned a wide-eyed look from your father. He never talked about his past with anyone besides his wife. Their discussion was only once long before you were born.

“How do you—how?” Stumbling on his own words, even your mother appeared stunned.

“I’m not completely sure. I think that the place we go is actually your mind. Once I’m in, I can see, hear, and even smell your memories. I don’t know how it worked; it just does,” You explained. A deep sigh leaving your mother fear plagued her features.

“(Y/n) we’ve had our suspicions, but now I am certain—no one can ever know you can do this,” You cared little for her glassy-eyed stare or the fright in her usually rigid features.

“Why must I hide myself away?” You exclaimed, but your mother did something she had never done before. Her right hand gripped the top edge of your stillsuit, pulling you close to her as her left hand covered your mouth. She offered a stern glare before glancing at the doors.

“The emperors would never let the Praeditus live,” Releasing, she gave you no time to recollect yourself as she let the others back in. Both your parents vouched for Duncan, but the conversation drowned out. You knew little of the Praeditus, only surface-level information. For the first time, your mother’s insistence on hiding the power away made a semblance of sense.

Your family’s insistence put the guardianship of Duncan on the three of you. Dinner carried on in a tense fashion. To Duncan, it was due to his presence but oh how it ran much deeper.

“I hear that the Emperors might assign the House of Atreides as feif rulers of Arrakis. Will they arrive soon?” All eyes move to you as a pause ensues. This only furthers the tension in the air.

“As far as I know, you hear tall tales. Do tell, how did you do that out there?” Duncan’s question brings a stillness to the room. You are the only one who continues to eat casually. “Some speak of a Fremen girl with gifts, is that what that was?”

“I see we both fall victim to tall tales,” You say with your eyes on your food. He never did question the moment any further. It was not long before Duncan felt more like a friend. His genuine interest in your people made him welcomed, even by Chani, who remained endlessly tense. Your training together revealed a similar fighting style.

On his final night, you both sit out on the sand not far from your village. It was no secret you wished him to stay.

“The tall tales you hear are true. You can never share this information, though,” You explain, feeling a breath leave you that you never really knew you were holding.

“Why?” He questioned. Both of you stared off, not sparing each other a single glance. The cool night offered you coverage from threats and your stillness, ensuring your safety from sandworms.

“Not certain. I just know my people will not be safe if you do,” The vagueness of your answers shielded you from revealing the whole truth. His lack of complete knowledge on the Bene Gesserit granted you a trusted confidant. Rather than asking more questions about said ability, his only wonder was why him? “I may never have a chance to tell someone ever again. So why not you?”

Duncan left long before you woke from your sleep. Life continued as it always had, but it was not long before the House of Atreides was assigned ruler. Your mother forbade you from attending the royal arrival. How could you stop someone with the power of the mind? You picked one of the patrons in the crowd in the back. People failed to notice how the woman dropped without a word. Your scarf covering your face, you ignored how the woman pleaded to know what was happening. Her fearful pleas fell on deaf ears as you focused forward.

“The house of Atreides is arriving,” Is all you said, observing them step out onto the sand. Your eyes landed on Paul, immediately captivated by the terrain; he appeared in awe. He looked toward the crowd scanning them carefully as they called out. His eyes stopped in your general vicinity, but you shook it off as there was no way he could see you, could he? The way his eyes seemed to burn into your own and his eyebrows pulled knit spoke volumes.

“(Y/n)!” Your eyes open with the initial blank stare before you fully return. Then, standing over you, your mother had her arms crossed and a stern glare. “You insolent child!”

“You suffocating matriarch!” You screamed in response, leaning up on your forearms.

“Fine, you want this life! I’ll show you this life!” Your mother raged, unsheathing her sword; she rushed at you with unmatched speed. The blocks you manage to complete result in light cuts near your hand. “By order of the Padishah Emperor Shaddam Corrino IV. (Y/n) (L/n) of the Fremen people shall not be permitted to live.”

“Mother!” You shouted, managing to escape the confinements of your room.

A loud clang reached your ears, but your mother was nowhere in sight.

“Tari, stop this at once!” Your father’s voice boomed from behind you. Despite this, you do not break your stance, scanning the room carefully to find nothing.

Silence filled the room as your parents defied each other. You stood in the center of the main room with your heart pounding. Nothing. Finally, she rushed you from your blind spot. You sidestepped her, snatching her dagger from her waistline. In one fluid motion, she swept your legs from under you; her right hand held the edge of her sword at your neck. Her left arm craned her other sword high, ready to descend it upon you.

“Is this what you want, insolent girl! An army to come for us. They will kill us all!” She screamed down at you; you visibly trembled beneath her. Silent tears trickled from your cheeks to the floor.

“Ontari enough!”

“Cassian, you baby her! Shielding her from the truth is putting false thoughts in her mind! I will not lose her again!” Your mother screamed. Her fiery crumbled into violent sobs as she threw the swords on the ground next to you.

When you finally mustered the courage to speak, you still lay on the floor. The trembling did not calm, and as you were now a prisoner of your own body. You were barely audible as you spoke lower than ever before, “What does that mean?”

Ontari stormed out, leaving your father to offer his hand and pull you from the ground. His shoulders fell with a giant huff while he made you a cup of tea. “Remember when you went outside without a stillsuit for the first time? Sardaukar troops came.”

“Why don’t I remember this?”

“Probably had the Bene Gesserit use the voice on you. You were so young you likely can’t remember it. They had you for weeks on end, and then they returned you unscathed. Determined the rumors were untrue,” He explained, but you frowned, sipping at the bitter tea.

“If I am the Praeditus, no way I stood before them, and they somehow missed it,” You pointed out, but your father shrugged, going in to explain you returned as if nothing happened.

“Listen, give your mother the benefit of the doubt. She loves you so much. She just wants you safe, okay?” He said, resting his hand on your shoulder; you nodded before he left you. The expectation to talk about what occurred lingered in your home, but instead, none of you spoke a word of it. Things rapidly reverted to their natural order at the Stietch; the only occurrence outside the norm was the whispers of Lisan al-Gaib. Not long after his departure, Duncan’s return came, but he returned not for you but Stilgar. Your insistence on joining Stilgar and Duncan to meet the House of Atreides earned high resistance. Ontari offered you a simple no, as Cassian now explained why. The unpredictable high winds of the desert kept them from leaving on the first night. You laid awake in your bed as a tug in your chest plagued. Almost as if something called to you from beyond the safety of your home. You close your eyes, allowing the pull to drag you from your bed. Paul laid in bed, his eyes in a daze as sleep hid from him, his eyes landing on you as you moved toward him. You brought your thumb to his forehead, but it did not take much before you entered his mind.

“How are you liking Arrakis? Big change from Caladan, I presume,” You tease, but a pang of guilt crept up your chest as you once again defied your parents. Paul chuckled, glancing at his resting body.

“It’s beautiful here. I’ve been waiting for you. You were in that crowd. The one when I arrived,” To Paul, you shared no outward reaction to him acknowledging this fact. You were indeed in attendance but not of your own flesh, leaving you wondering how he saw you. The pause that followed earned an uncomfortable shift as you were at a loss of what to say to him. You now carried too much information, standing before him without uttering a word of what you knew. All in all, it presented itself as a lie—a lie of omission.

“I think you’re mistaken,” You look away from him as you speak, barely above a whisper. The room he now resides in, not much different from his previous one. Spacious. Private. You fail to imagine life without never-ending sand or worrying of Harkonnens.

“I am not certain of what I saw,” He says, rising from his bed; his body rests as he moves around the Astral Plane. You consider warning him but instead release your hold on his mind entirely. Paul gasps awake in a panic before calming himself; he turns on the informative videos on Arrakis.

Meanwhile, you tiptoe through the dark of night in search of Duncan. You move stealthily, when you find him, determining it would be easier to enter his mind rather than startle him awake. You hover over him quietly, reaching forward, but as your pointer finger hit his temple, he swiftly grabs your wrist.

“What are you doing?” His voice was raspy as he squinted up at you. You apologize for the intrusion and explain you need a favor.

“Tell Stilgar you spoke of me to your people. Say your people will only allow me to be his warrior in second for this journey,” You sit at Duncan’s side with pleading eyes as he rubs his own.

“Why?” He asks, sitting up on his elbows; his hair frames his face with loose wavy curls. Out of everyone you begged to allow you with them, none of them asked why. The question wiped your mind of all thoughts, why did you want to go?

“Would you accept if I told you that I am not sure, but I need to find out?” You explain. He huffs at the riddles you throw. Your eagerness and desperate eyes make his shoulders fall as a sense of duty follows. He only offers a simple, “I’ll do what I can.”

You thank him profusely, even pulling him into a hug without warning. The following morning neither of your parents are around when you wake. You eat alone and finish your breakfast alone. No sign of your parents. Chani’s parents are your first stop, but only Chani greets. She explains Stilgar called on her parents; you likely were as well. When you near Stilgar’s, the sound of your mothers’ yelling reaches your ears.

“—dangerous! She will not!” Entering without permission, the room grows silent as all eyes fall on you. Duncan holds his composure as it’s obvious your mothers’ rage points toward him.

“What’s happening?” You ask, but no one says a word; even Chani’s parents avoid your gaze. Stilgar huffs, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking up at you.

“(Y/n) prepare your things. You will be my second in our travels to the House of Atreides,” He says, and your mother exclaims Stilgars name, but he holds up his hand, silencing her. “It’s been decided.”

You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling. The journey back to your space, your father comforts your mother. She keeps her eyes glued to you; for a moment, it feels as though you are already dead.

“I’m going to come home. I promise,” You fail to reassure her as you take out your unused pack. In it, you check the rations and make sure your extra knife still hangs on the side.

“You speak only when spoken to, okay? And don’t forget your manners,” She speaks to you so quickly you almost miss her words. Her hands touch either side of your face as if you are made of glass. Your father takes a calmer approach; any fear he may feel, he hides behind an easy-going exterior.

When the time came, you followed behind Duncan and Stilgar. Despite being Stilgar’s protection,’ it was clear he was yours. The journey was more straightforward than you expected, only one encounter with almost being swallowed by a sandworm. About three confrontations with Harkonnens, two of those encounters, you were able to get around them stealthily. In the final encounter, you hold your own, even saving Duncan’s life while doing so.

“Wait here,” Duncan says. Your eyes scan the room as you take in all of the grandeur. The high ceilings and large glass windows amaze you; you look as if you have just discovered fire. Stilgar glares at the guards who observe the two of you before Duncan beckons the both of you.

When you enter, Duncan introduces the two of you, stepping to the side to allow the Duke and his family to see you both. Paul’s composure falls only for a second as he tilts his head at the sight of you. You do not break eye contact with him as you stand rigid, immediately regretting coming here. Duke Leto greets you both, and you hear nothing of what he says. Stilgar spitting at the floor, and the guards going for their swords causes you to place your hand on the handle of your own. Your knees bend as you eye the guard on your right.

“Hold,” Duncan says; clearing his throat, he looks to you, waiting for you to remove your hand from your sword. You do so cautiously, moving your gaze back to the eager guard who glares at you. “Thank you, Stilgar, for the uh—gift of your body’s moisture. We accept it in the spirit in which it was given.”

Duncan spits onto the table as you still carefully watch the guard. Stilgar’s gaze moves to you, and you realize all of your mothers’ reminders of customs left you. You spit onto the floor to appease Stilgar before catching Paul’s gaze. He makes no attempt to appear unfazed by your presence, so much so his mother eyes you skeptically.

“I’m glad you’ve both come. I believe your people and mine have much to offer one another.” Your gaze moves to the Duke; he’s nothing like you imagined him to be. No harsh glare at the sight of you or deep intimidating voice. All that you imagine him to be happens to be Stilgar. Despite his formalities, Stilgar glares at the Duke with obvious distaste.

“You are outworlders. You come here to take and give nothing in return,” Stilgars deep voice and evident disgust fill the room. Duke Leto continues to hold his composure, revealing his well-trained diplomacy. He asks what you all may want in return; this makes you glance at Stilgar. “I ask for this. Do not come to our Stieches. Do not trespass in our lands. The dessert was ours long before you came; take your spice, but when you have it, go back to this side. That’s all we have to say; we must go.”

“Won’t you both stay? We’ll honor you,” Stilgar looks at Paul to find his eyes locked on your own. You hold his gaze as Silgar explains that honor for the two of you are elsewhere. “I recognize you.”

You whip your head toward Stilgar for an explanation as he speaks in your native tongue. Stilgar only turns, walking toward the massive doors, and you follow after him without a word to the Duke or his son.

“What did you mean by that?” You question as you rush to keep up with his long strides. Stilgar chuckles at you, assuring you that you are not as clever as you may think you are. Nearing the outside, you stop. staring at Stilgar with a pointed look, “Stop talking in circles. What did that mean in there?”

Stilgar huffs; looking back at you, he sees your mother’s stubbornness. You frown as he grabs your forearm, pulling you away from the guards who watches you both. He speaks in your native tongue as he holds an indiscernible look, “I am no fool. I recognize the boy just as I recognized you when you were only a little girl. A little girl who plays in dessert without a suit and plays in the minds of whomever she chooses.”

“You know not of what you speak,” Your attempt to lie crumbles as your voice wavers, and Stilgar tsks as he shakes his head. He promises your secret will always be safe with him. “How do I know that?”

“How do you think you got back home when the Sardaukar troops took you.”

[pufflix]

O students

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masterlist

wc: 3,3k

pairing: kim seungmin x gn!reader

featuring: han jisung, loona's chaewon, the boyz's eric, pentagon's shinwon, sf9's chani

summary: for two years, you considered seungmin as a rival, until he did his best to befriend you

genres: hogwarts!au, rivals to friends to lovers!au, ravenclaw!seungmin, ravenclaw!reader, fluff

tw: one curse word

notes: after two years, i'm finally back :') enjoy this piece and please show seungmin some love! moodboard made by me, pictures found on the internet

order of writing: chan - jisung - minho - hyunjin - jeongin - seungmin - changbin - felix

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permanent tag list: @soobin-chois send ask/dm/comment to be added!

hogwarts series tag list: @starlighthan @sulfurcosmos @zeawkwardpterodactyl

It was common knowledge that Seungmin was an O student, and you weren’t so far behind. In the beginning of first year up until the end of second year, you were rivals. You were competitive and Seungmin was a pain. He wasn’t competitive as much, but he was better than you, and you couldn’t tolerate it. Fortunately, he asked if he could talk to you on the train to your third year and you’ve been a better person ever since; less competitive, more open and definitely more livable. Bonus, you became friends with him.

Your parents had pressured you into being the best student and it made you do and say things you regret, but Seungmin understood, which you were thankful for. They also wanted you to be a Slytherin, like them, but perhaps the Sorting Hat knew deep down who you really were.

Hogwarts has always been a second home to you. At all times, you felt cozy and relaxed despite the amount of noise and homework. Making peace with yourself made the whole experience ten times better.

The librarian came out of nowhere with an unpleasant look —the usual— and hissed to the whole library before storming out: “Pray that I won’t find out who damaged our copy of Important modern magic discoveries.”

You looked at Seungmin at the other side of the table and laughed quietly while he shook his head. You knew who it was, but you wouldn’t snitch on a fellow Ravenclaw. Especially not when he cost too much house points already.

Seungmin didn’t like studying in the Great Hall because it was too loud compared to the library, where the librarian never accepted any sound (whispers were worse than speaking out loud for her). The common room was okay, sometimes, but it was mostly a place to chill and read.

Moreover, he knew every inch of the library like the back of his hand, so he often helped restock and find books for other students if they looked lost. You found that admirable, knowing the librarian’s temperament. He didn’t seem to mind, though. In fact, she seemed to respect your friend, value even.

“I can’t believe Jisung’s scared of acromantulas,” you blurted out of the blue, the last class of defense against the dark arts still fresh on your mind.

“Me neither. He does have one fear, after all.”

You nodded, refocusing on your task at hand, when a tired-looking Chaewon sat next to you with a light thud. She sighed, pinching her nose bridge in annoyance.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, your voice laced with worry.

“I just tutored Heejin for transfiguration but she’s not making any effort.”

“She asked the professor herself, though?”

“Exactly! Ugh, why did it have to be me?”

“Ask the professor to change the tutor,” proposed Seungmin.

“Already did, but she said I was the second best choice, the first being Hyunjin, and he’s already tutoring a Gryffindor.”

“Wait. You don’t have to actually meet up, right?” You were not going to let your friend have a hard time for basically nothing.

“I guess not…”

“Then just don’t. I’m sure she doesn’t even need the help.”

“You’re right, she looked jealous over the person that genuinely needed the help,” recalled Seungmin.

“I guess she likes Hyunjin or something,” Chaewon shrugged.

“Poor girl. He’s never going to see her that way,” you shook your head.

“Shhh!” hissed the librarian behind you, making you all flinch. No one saw her coming back and it put an end to your conversation.

A few days later, in history of magic class, the professor monotonously recited his 14th century’s witch hunt lesson while some classmates were playing exploding snap at the back. Seungmin was, as usual, immersed in the lecture while you were trying your best not to fall asleep. Chaewon was diligently writing down notes two rows back, next to Hyunjin who gave up on staying awake a long time ago. You’ve never spent time with the Slytherin girl, but she was close to Chaewon. You could hear mini explosions and laughter from behind you, and if you weren't so drowsy right now, you would've gone to see how the game was going.

After the class, you went to the courtyard during recess with Seungmin.

“I just don’t get why flying carpets are illegal, you know? They look so much steadier than brooms,” you sighed, sitting on the low wall surrounding the courtyard, your friend following you.

“I’d tell you the reason, but you know it already.”

“Yes, they have been defined as a ‘muggle artifact’ by the registry of proscribed charmable objects, so now they're banned. But so are brooms! I guess the ministry had to choose, and made a huge mistake.”

“Why don’t you send them an owl to make a change?” Seungmin proposed, amused by your beliefs.

“Are you out of your mind? My dad works at the ministry, I don't fancy receiving a howler during breakfast for my 'disrespect of the wizarding law’, thank you very much.”

You visibly shivered at the thought.

“Would be fun to–” Seungmin started, but your attention drifted off to a guy standing on the edge of the fountain.

“Anyone want to do my history homework? I can pay,” proposed a fourth year Gryffindor, Eric if you weren’t mistaken.

Seeing you were about to get up to walk in the direction of the guy, Seungmin stopped you by tugging on your robe. “You’re not seriously considering it?”

“Why not? If he pays well, I can buy some books at Fleury and Bott this weekend,” you shrugged.

“I’ll buy you every book you want but please. Don’t do it, you already have a lot on your plate.”

“Aww. Is that worry? You’re so cute. Every book I want, huh? You can’t back down now!”

Seungmin grimaced a bit as he watched you excitedly walking to your next class. He sighed tiredly before joining you, considering Eric’s offer to buy those books for a brief moment. That would've been hypocritical of him to do that, so he kept walking.

He never regretted it because he could spend more quality time with you. His wallet though, it was another story.

Out of the books you acquired, there was the ‘Quintessence: A Quest’ charm book destined for the sixth year students.

Back to Ravenclaw’s common room that Sunday, you browsed through it while Seungmin was, no big surprise, working on assignments. Chaewon was with you two for a few hours, then decided to go outside, quoting her: ‘to enjoy the first warm day of the year.’

As you were turning the pages, a spell caught your eye. It was the bubble-head charm.

“I can’t believe that spell is too advanced for me,” you whispered to yourself.

Seungmin took a quick look at your interest and shrugged, saying, “it never stopped me.”

“Me neither. I’m just saying that it’s a cool spell that we should've learned already! How cool would it be to swim in the black lake for hours, meet the merpeople and the giant squid?”

“Y/N, let me stop you right there,” he said seriously, bringing a hand up. “The black lake is forbidden, please don’t do anything stupid. Jisung is already a pain for losing house points daily,” he requested, his eyes pleading.

“Contrary to what you may think, I didn’t get sorted into Ravenclaw simply because I like the color blue. I know how to stay out of trouble.” Seungmin gave you an unimpressed look. “Okay. Okay, I won’t enter the black lake. Promise.”

“Thank you,” he let out a relieved sigh.

“I’m still learning that spell, though.”

“Y/N!”

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿ฺ

“The library is like a second Ravenclaw common room at this point,” Chaewon pointed out, sitting next to you at a table attached to one of many narrow rows. “I’ve seen a majority of blue robes since I entered.”

“Can’t deny it,” you shrugged, amused, finishing a transfiguration assignment.

Your friend chuckled lightly, stopped abruptly when she heard a ‘shh’ from the end of the row –the librarian, no doubt– and sighed quietly. “I have five minutes to cry over my potions essay.”

“Already?”

Lunch time was about to end. Passing your own potions essay to your friend under her thanks, you packed up your things and waited for her to rectify a few facts on her parchment.

“I’m forever grateful,” the Ravenclaw girl said on your way to the dungeons, where you joined Seungmin and the Hufflepuffs.

“Come on Chae, we're friends. I would lend you my essays anytime.”

“You’re the best Y/N!” Chaewon exclaimed, a pretty eye smile adorning her soft features, as she put her arms around one of yours.

Seungmin stood there, smiling to himself at the exchange, his eyes lingering on your face, which didn’t go unnoticed by Jisung. As you all entered the classroom, he nudged his friend.

“Is this a one-sided enemy to lovers au?”

He friendly slapped his shoulder and told him to shut up. Everyone around Seungmin and you knew your past. It was quite the show.

“It’s so frustrating! He’s always ahead of me, no matter how hard I try to be the best,” you told your cousin.

It was about April of your second year. You had a cousin who was in his 7th year at that time. A Slytherin, too.

“You’re being too hard on yourself, Y/N,” he smiled as he put a hand on your shoulder.

Shinwon was always supportive and cheerful, despite your family motto (‘be the best in everything’). At seventeen, he already chose his path, his parents accepting it or not. Indeed, he wanted to become a healer at St Mungo’s and save lives. It was admirable, and you wished you were more like him.

“I know your parents are putting a lot of pressure on you, but you’re only twelve. Enjoy your school years, forge your own path, make friends and, more importantly, be happy.”

Those words actually helped you get through the end of your second year. Your cousin was now a healer at St Mungo’s as he dreamed of, and to honor his kind words, you were enjoying your school days as much as you could.

After potions, you got to herbology.

You’ve spent the two last classes learning the herbivicus charm, and Seungmin particularly loved it. All week, he practiced on the few plants in the common room, or the ones outside.

Herbology was one of your friend’s favorite subjects, he loved to take care of the plants, even outside of class. The professor let him water every plant in the greenhouses on weekends— to his request.

At lunch, you were eating with your friends, Jisung, his partner in crime and Chani. The latter looked around the table, stopped for a few seconds, then offered his hand over the table for Chaewon to shake. She confusedly did.

“Looks like we're likely to end up together, this feels like a triple date.” Chaewon removed her hand from his under the protests and indignation of the five persons concerned. Chani put his hands up in fake surrender, “That was a joke, jeez.”

“Not very funny,” muttered Jisung before taking a sip of pumpkin juice.

“Don't scare me like that again,” Chaewon glared at Chani, gently rubbing the hand that touched his own under the table.

He sent her an apologetic smile, and you were so immersed in their conversation that —you caught Chani’s red ears and how your friend’s features didn't match her actions— you weren't aware of Seungmin gazing at you, his brain going blank.

No thoughts, just your pretty eyes, cute smile and soft skin.

He snapped out of it when Jisung flicked his fingers in front of him. “You okay there, mate? Looks like you were daydreaming.”

Seungmin kicked him under the table —making him dramatically yelp in pain— and resumed eating his lunch in silence, trying his best to hide his embarrassment.

Actually, he has harbored feelings for you for quite some time, a few months before you talked out your rivalry. He never said anything, of course, by fear you would reject him or worse, end your friendship with him. He always did his best to hide his secret from everyone; that was until Jisung caught up.

During defense against the dark arts this afternoon, as Ravenclaws and Slytherins were practicing the twitchy-ears hex —and, therefore, the shield charm—, Jisung and his partner in crime were half-heartedly training, preferring taking their time to chat, glancing at Seungmin and you from time to time from the other side of the room. You were diligently practicing with Chaewon while Chani was with Seungmin.

The latter wasn’t fully concentrated though, often having the overwhelming feeling of eyes boring into him. He didn’t like that. It even made him mess up his shield charm, resulting in him feeling his ear twitch. He groaned, congratulated Chani and pointed his wand at his ear, whispering: “Finite.” Then, he hexed Jisung across the room when he wasn’t looking, his partner being confused because she wasn’t the one to hex him.

Meanwhile, Chaewon and you were pretty good at this so everytime one of you casted a spell, there was no difference. Both your shield charms were perfect.

“Almost would’ve like to know how the hex feels,” Chaewon laughed during recess.

You were at the library, working on the herbology essay you got that morning, with Seungmin and Chaewon. Without a word, you put your wand out of your robe pocket, pointing it at your friend. She raised her hands to her ears, an unpleasant look on her face.

“I said almost! It’s quite irksome, actually.” You released her from the hex and she relaxed, quickly rubbing her ears, “Thanks.”

“My pleasure.”

Seungmin was lost in thought, thinking about how smart and talented you were. He had a stupid smile on his face until he shook his head and realized Chaewon was staring at him suspiciously. He coughed and got back to his assignment, not being able to fully focus.

He was losing control of his emotions.

That night in the common room, as you three were still working —uh, boringgg— on your assignments before dinner, Chaewon decided she had enough and preferred reading a romance book on her bed. She packed her stuff and went to her dorm, leaving Seungmin and you in a comfortable silence. Until Jisung entered the room, sneakily walking behind your backs at a safe distance.

He pointed his wand at your sleeves —they were a few inches apart— and whispered: “Epoximise.” He then fled out of the room like he was never here, excitedly thinking how his plan was working perfectly.

You didn’t notice for like twenty seconds, but when you moved your hand to write on your parchment, Seungmin’s left arm followed. You looked at each other in disbelief, raising your arms to see what could’ve happened.

Seungmin’s robe sleeve somehow merged with yours.

The sudden proximity —your pinky fingers touched a few times— embarrassed you for some reason, while Seungmin was a blushing mess.

“We should probably do something about that,” you finally say, gesturing to your hands.

“Right.”

“You should do it.”

“Yeah,” he murmured as he took his wand, “finite.”

“I wonder who did this.”

“I have an idea.” Seungmin looked upset, but you didn’t pry. “I’ll be back,” he said, getting up and leaving the common room in a hurry.

You took this time alone —well, almost, there were other Ravenclaws around— to think about why your cheeks burned as much as they did when your hands were touching.

You didn’t like him like that, right?

He was just a good friend you disliked before, who’s been nothing but sweet and understanding. A truly smart guy who, despite his gigantic love for academics and books, could always make time to help others whenever they needed. You loved that in him— wait.

No, no, no.

While you tried to convince yourself it wasn’t ‘love’ you were feeling, Seungmin was out for Jisung’s head. He found him on the spiral staircase leading to their common room, walking up in his direction.

“Jisung,” he shouted from a few stairs above him, startling not only the concerned, but a few paintings too.

“Oh, Seung, hey, how’re you doing?” he asked as he stopped in his tracks.

“What were you THINKING?”

Slowly walking backwards, Jisung started sweating, his friend’s anger intimidating him a little. “It wasn’t—”

“I know it was you, don’t deny it. I’ve felt you staring at me for hours today, I knew you were planning something.”

“I was going to say that it wasn’t meant to hurt you in any way, more like bring you two closer with a little push. I’m sorry.”

“I should hex you right now,” Seungmin huffed.

“Didn’t you already do in dada?” he raised a brow, crossing his arms.

“True. I guess we’re even, then.”

Jisung let out a relieved breath, “how did it go?”

“It was awkward,” he explained as they came back to the common room together, “and I won’t discuss this matter further with you. You’ve done your part,” he stopped to give the eagle knocker an answer to his riddle, “please don’t do anything else.”

Jisung nodded as he saw you were alone at the table, your hands in your hair like you were having a crisis. He excused himself before going to his dorm, while Seungmin sat next to you. “You okay?”

You shot your head up, using your hands to fix your hair. “Of course. Yeah. Totally.”

It looked like you were freaking out, which worried Seungmin, but he kept his mouth shut, gazing at your face. You finally looked at him and it was weird, your heart was still beating fast but you felt at ease. You managed to smile, losing yourself in his soft brown eyes.

“You’re really beautiful,” he whispered but you heard it.

You blushed, your smile growing wider. “You’re beautiful, too.”

His eyes widened, his ears got red as he hid his face behind his hands.

Giggling, you gently took his hands in yours and brought them down, leaning towards him. You looked in each other’s eyes with adoration.

He slowly closed the gap between you in a chaste kiss. It didn’t last long, but it was sweet and made you all fuzzy inside. The euphoria ended immediately after a couple Ravenclaws cheered for you, though, but it was a nice feeling.

At dinner, Seungmin, Chaewon, Jisung, his partner in crime, Chani and you were all eating together, and you two lovebirds were holding hands under the table.

Jisung raised his glass out of nowhere, “I’d like to make a toast.”

“We’re fourteen,” Chani interrupted.

“Shut up and raise your damn pumpkin juice,” he cursed in a whisper, before smiling at his friends raising their own glasses —reluctantly or not. “To the new couple I helped”—Seungmin scoffed—“make happen today,” he announced as he glanced at you two, “next is your turn, buddies,” he added to the attention of Chaewon and Chani, who blushed hard.

“Cheers,” his partner in crime jovially said, before drinking.

“And when’s your turn?” Seungmin asked Jisung, murmuring over the table so he’d be the only one hearing.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” he murmured back.

After dinner, Seungmin and you were walking around the courtyard, holding hands and making heart eyes at each other.

“Remember when I decided to learn the bubble-head charm?”

“I don’t think I like what you’re implying…” he softly answered, already feeling anxious about your next words.

“It’s not that bad, I promise,” you giggled, “I learned how to make blue sparks too.”

You put your wand out and pointed to the night sky. Making the right hand movement, jets of blue sparks came out of the tip of your wand, illuminating the sky. “Vermillious,” you enunciated, adding jets of red sparks into the mini fireworks, creating purple sparks in the process.

Seungmin was amazed, it was such a mesmerizing view. His eyes fell on your face, and, at that exact moment, intently watching as your eyes shone and your smile held pure gratification, he knew why he loved you.

You were full of life, always by his side, a good friend and so, so beautiful under the multicolored lights.

[radiorenjun]

I Don't Need It

• Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader

• Genre: Angst, Comedy, Fluff

• Na Jaemin despised the idea of soulmates, he wanted to fight against fate for choosing his soulmate for him. Even if it means his stubborn childhood best friend wouldn't stop trying to make him accept about the similar tattoos on their wrists.

• Masterlist here!

• Chapters: v, vi

After the incident at Jaemin's house, you received a small scolding from your parents the next morning for leaving early as you pretended to be asleep when they came into your room to talk after the dinner party. (Even though you continued crying til dawn after they closed the door.)

You came to school with puffy swollen red eyes, messy hair and dark bags under your eyes that couldn't go unnoticed by the other students who just gave you a pitiful smile when greeting you. You tried your hardest to give them a decent smile back but the ache in your heart wouldn't go away, all you wanted to do was cry and sleep in your bed all day.

You felt hopeless and exhausted. You were seriously contemplating on skipping school today as you gathered your books and a pen from your locker until you heard a familiar voice behind you calling out your name.

"Y/N."

You turned your head back to see Huang Renjun who gave you a soft smile, stretching out his arms wide to give you a big warm hug. You felt tears lining up the brim of your eyes when you felt his arms comforting you, but you took a deep shuddering breath against his chest.

You felt Renjun pat your head, pulling away to wrap an arm around your shoulder and leads you to your next class. "Stop crying, ugly." Renjun chuckled as you sniffled tilted your head up to keep your tears in. "I'm sure I would if I don't feel like absolute shit right now, Renjun." you deadpanned.

Renjun rolled his eyes at your sardonic tone, taking a few agonizing moments of silence to think of what to say. He clicked his tongue, "so, are you going to finally stop?" he spoke quietly, the amusement in his voice had now disappeared.

You leaned your head against him and sighed heavily, closing your eyes for a moment before responding. "Enough is enough, I guess. I was bout to give up sooner or later anyways," you laughed bitterly, looking down.

"It hurt alot, you know." you chuckled, wiping your eyes to stop the tears that you couldn't hold in. Renjun bit his lip, his chest clenched at the sight of you crying as he lead you to your class. Guilt for bringing up the topic filling his heart as he sat beside you, watching you bury yourself in your arms and try to keep your breathing steady.

Renjun patted your back, unsure of what to do or say as the teacher walks into class. Although, he couldn't pay attention to the lesson, he couldn't stop thinking bout how much in pain you sounded when you accidentally buttdialed him.

Renjun was casually laying on his stomach on his bed while playing some animal crossing when the sound of his ringtone blasted from his phone. He sighed, picking up his phone then furrowing his brows at the name that popped up his screen.

Y/N L/N The Hopeless One

Why was she calling? Shouldn't she be at her monthly dinner with the Na's? More importantly, why is she calling in the middle of his animal crossing session? He swore that he remembers that Mrs. Choi didn't give homework today, so why else did she call?

Renjun swiped his thumb to receive the call, putting his phone beside his ear. "Hello? Y/N?" all he heard from your side of the call were soft sniffles, it sounded as if you were trying to calm yourself down. Wait, what's going on?

"Renjun, I'm so sorry, I sat on my phone and I think it accidentally-" you spluttered, choking on your words as you spoke. Something's definitely wrong. Renjun sat up completely, putting down his switch as his concern grew even more. "Wait, are you crying?" he asked hesitantly.

That seemed to silence you. But a hiccup elicited from you was enough to give him an answer, "no? Why would I be crying?" you cried out, sobs breaking out of your throat and through his phone speakers. Renjun bit his lip as he heard your cries, reading to hear you out.

"Y/n, it's okay. I'm here. Tell me what happened." He chuckled, laying down on his bed to prepare himself of what's to come. He heard you inhale deeply before telling him the whole story in explicit detail.

He was thankful that he got the main points considering your cries and gasps had muffled the words you spoke but either way he couldn't blame Jaemin for snapping, but he was beyond livid at the boy for letting his anger and annoyance get the best of him.

Renjun sighed as you finished your explanation, continuing to sob. Sounds of spoon hitting a plastic tub of ice cream (which you had grabbed in the middle of your explanation with an "I need to fill the emptiness inside me with some ice cream, I can't explain this without ice cream") in the background.

"That's a dick move." Renjun tsked. "I can't believe he broke your music box, the music box! I knew how special that thing meant to you." he exclaimed angrily. You sniffed, "I know but I can't blame him for yelling like that."

"That still doesn't give him an excuse for breaking what's yours." Renjun added. "Jesus Christ, he's supposed to be your soulmate, for Pete's sake! The one person in the world who's suppose to cherish your heart," he growled.

"Unbelievable, I'm going to kill him when we get to school." he muttered. "Renjun, don't. Please. Just leave him be, it wasn't completely his fault." you cried. "But-" Renjun started before you cut him off with a sob.

"I mean it." you told him boldly. "Leave him be. Please. Even though he crushed my heart to a gazillion pieces, I still love him with all my heart and I can't stop loving him. Please, Renjun." you pleaded, the desperation in your tone causing Renjun to nod and let out a small "okay".

He heard you sigh, hiccuping afterward. "I love him you know. I really do," you hiccuped. Renjun sighed, chuckling afterwards, "I know. You say that every 30 minutes in school, to an almost creepy level if I do say so myself." he teased.

You didn't laugh though, he knew your chest was still aching like hell to do so. "He said he'll never like me like that." you spoke in an almost audible tone, "I don't know what to do with myself anymore, Renjun. What am I supposed to do without him?" it seemed the tears had came back considering you started sobbing again.

Renjun sighed, "you really are an idiot." he chuckled sympathetically. "I know I am." you agreed, grabbing a tissue as you let out another dramatic sob.

"Is she okay?" your friend, Yeji, mouthed at Renjun, nodding her head at your sulking form that was poking your food mindlessly with a plastic spork. Renjun glared at your friend, his expression screaming 'Are you blind or stupid?'

Nancy rolled her eyes, nodding her head up at Renjun as if to say 'what's up with her, you idiot'. Renjun bit his lip, subtly pointing at you before making a heart with his fingers, tearing the heart apart slowly before pressing a finger down his eyelids to his cheeks with his face scrunched up.

Renjun then pointed at Na Jaemin who was a few tables away, chatting with Jeno and the other members of the Football Team along with a few girls from the cheer leading squad. Your group of friends furrowed their brows at the sight of Jaemin nodding his head along with his friends, smiling brightly as if he hadn't just broke a valuable possession of yours.

Hyunjin looked back at Renjun with wide eyes, pointing at you then at the boy who was sitting tables away from you. Renjun nodded before taking a spoonful of his lunch. The group exchanged expressions of sympathy before Yeji gave you an encouraging hug.

"Cheer up, babe." she said, trying to lighten your mood. "People fight all the time, I'm sure he'll make up for it eventually. Boys suck, anyways." Nancy added in agreement, receiving an offended "hey!" from Hyunjin beside her.

"Don't you have a lesson with him after this?" Chani asked, receiving a smack to the back of his head by Renjun afterwards. "I'm just asking, sheesh!" he hissed in retaliation, but the stoic expression on Renjun's face remained.

"Right, I have a class with him." you groaned, rubbing your swollen eyes with your palms. "I wish I could just skip," you muttered under your breath. "Don't we all? I mean I have Mr Park's after this and I forgot to do that essay he assigned yesterday." Yeji agreed.

"The essay bout Isaac Newton's discovery?" Jinyoung questioned, raising a brow. "I don't know, but it was that guy who had an apple fall ontop of his head though." she explained, pulling out her phone idly. "Yeji, that assignment was assigned three weeks ago."

"So? I am a busy person okay."

"Busy, my ass. You text me literally every hour of every day saying that you were tired of being bored and single, you damn procrastinator."

"Shut up would yo-"

"I'm going to head to class early, okay? I'll see you guys later," you got up, unable to stay in the same room as the guy who broke your heart who was having the time of his life, oblivious to the fact that your heart and mark was burning like hell.

"Y/N-" Nancy called out but you cut her off with a sad smile. "I just need some time alone right now," you sighed, grabbing your bag and started walking out of the cafeteria. You heard footsteps behind you, feeling a hand on your shoulder as Renjun's figure came up walking beside you.

"I'll walk you to class," Renjun smiled. "What part of-" you huffed before he cuts you off with a finger to your lips, "I wasn't asking, y/n." he giggled. You inhaled sharply, pushing his hand away from your mouth. "Don't get your hand near my mouth, I might die from whatever virus you have transferred onto your skin with the amount of paint water you consume everyday." you joked, a small smile evident before it faltered to a frown.

"Oh please, I don't consume paint water on purpose, you idiot. My fingers are cleaner than a germaphobe, chill out." he giggled before frowning when he noticed your eyes getting teary again. Memories of Jaemin yelling at you fluttered through your mind once again, your heart began to ache in your chest and your soulmate mark was burning against your skin.

Renjun bit his lip nervously, contemplating what to do next to make a smile appear on your face. 'Fuck it,' the boy thought, before wrapping an arm around your shoulders in the empty hallway before giving you a bright smile. "Why don't we ditch school for the rest of the day?" he offered.

Your eyes widened, "what did you just say?" you exclaimed with a gasp. "Let's ditch," he replied with a bold tone, nodding in encouragement, his eyes shining bright. "You? Are encouraging me? To ditch school?" you gaped, pointing to yourself and to Renjun in disbelief.

"Who are you and what have you done to the Renjun who cares bout his pristine reputation and nags bout how important perfect attendance is?"

"Oh come on. I'll even treat you to Baskin Robins, " Renjun poked your side teasingly, causing you to squeak and flinch in response. "So, what do you say?" he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as the arm around your shoulder pulled your closer to his form.

You thought bout it for a moment. Will Ms. Lee give you extra work as punishment once she finds out that you had ditched class? Without a doubt in mind, obviously. Are you willing to bare 25 minutes of half of the class muttering and whispering bout you, wondering why you aren't sitting next to Jaemin? Nope. Is this worth it? Probably.

"Alright." you gave in with a chuckle. "Only if you buy me fries and Baskin Robins though," you pointed a finger at him which he shrugged in response. "I'll be penniless by the end of the day but I'd do anything to stop making you feel like shit"

"It's cute that you care bout me."

"Don't take it to heart, this is a one time thing."

"Sure it will."

"Y/n, I'm serious. I need to save money for the next release of Kingdom Hearts."

It was a shame that you missed Jaemin's presence staring at you from afar the whole day. The way his eyes would subtly glance at you every few seconds during lunch, carefully watching you depressed figure poking tteokbokki with a sport.

Your friends hugging you and comforting you by your side. Jaemin felt guilty bout what happened that night but he knew that it was the last straw and it was the only way you would get off his back. Nonetheless, why did he feel sad when he saw you walking like a lifeless zombie on the way to the bus stop this morning as he drove to school?

He figured it was because he wasn't used to you coming up to his car every morning asking for a ride. Why did he feel his heart getting heavy when he saw you walking around like a kicked puppy waiting for it's owner as you open your locker.

He couldn't stop thinking bout how broken hearted you look when he yelled at you that night. He honestly didn't know what to feel. Relief now that you had stopped clinging on to him like a sloth hanging on a tree branch? Guilt because he had broken a gift you had given him? But why would you cry over a cheap music box when you just smiled at him when he had broke your favorite camera?

Jaemin watched you leave his room without another word. His gaze went down to his now dirty floor, pieces of wood scattered across the floor and a small figurine laying in between the pieces. 'It must've been an old cheap music box or something.' he thought.

Jaemin clicked his tongue angrily, kneeling down to run a hand through his hair. "Shit," he sighed softly, feeling the stress from earlier pile up in his head once again. His eyes went to the wooden pieces to the photograph of you and him when you were kids.

His eyes grew soft at the sight, remembering your high-pitched voice practically screaming at him to stop shooting his transformer action figures at your barbies while they were getting their hair brushed. He chuckled at the memory, his hand slowly picking up the photograph of you two laughing with your toys in hand.

He remembered how your grandma had barged in to take a photo of the two of you, commenting bout how adorable it would be to have Jaemin as your soulmate and future grandson in law. "I miss those times," he muttered, caressing the photo with his thumb before pulling out his wallet.

He folded the picture and snuck it into his wallet, smiling slightly. Jaemin looked at the scattered pieces and grabbed one of the empty boxes you had presented him when you gave him that new watch for his first goal. "I'll just throw this away later," he said as he gathered all the pieces and puts them in the decorated box.

Jaemin then got up to his window, stretching his curtains to peek at your room. He could see your window which was now covered by your curtains, your lights were turned off but he could see your figure collapsing on your bed. Did he go too far?

Jaemin didn't understand why it was making him feel down to see you frown like that. To hear the students around you gossip bout how sad you looked today. He didn't understand why he felt like he had done something awfully terrible.

"Holy shit, you did that?" Jeno gasped, almost dropping his spoon dramatically onto the table. Jaemin nodded sheepishly as he explained the whole situation with you at the dinner party. "Yep."

"Isn't that a little too far? I mean she looks really really sad. Sadder than that time when she got an F on maths." Jeno raised his brow, sitting up straight as Jaemin shrugged in response. "It was the only way to get her off my back for a while, I'm sick of it." he groaned.

"Dude, what if she actually stops for good? Then what?" he added, disbelieving the fact that his best friend would hurt his own soulmate like that. He never really understood why Jaemin was so defensive bout the soulmate topic, either.

"Then? Then great! I wouldn't have to worry bout her nagging to me everyday of my life. As if that's gonna happen though, she's gonna get back to it in a few days, trust me." Jaemin chuckled. He knows you like the back of his hand, once you calm down, you'll be back to annoy the living hell out of him again.

"Dude, isn't that a little too far?"

"What if that music box actually meant something to her? I mean, she looks as if she had seen herself die or something!"

"Jeno-"

"What would you do if she stops and the tables starts turning?"

"Jeno that's not possibl-"

"I said 'if'!! What IF you grew feelings for her when she stops feeling like that? What are you gonna do?"

"Jeno sto-"

"What are you two gonna do now huh? Remove your mark-"

"Jeno, fuck off!." Jaemin barked, his eyes growing dark. Jeno closed his mouth, realising he had spoken too much. He couldn't help it. Not when he knew his friend made a huge mistake. "Sorry," he mumbled, looking down shamefully.

Jaemin sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I'm going to go to the bathroom. Please don't bring this up again," he muttered, getting up from his spot in the table.

He felt sick to his stomach. He excused himself and passing by the cheerleaders gawking at him on one of the tables. Once he stepped out he saw your lonely figure walking alone in the halls.

He didn't know why he wanted to talk to you at that moment. And he sure didn't know why it made him feel irritated to see Huang Renjun come up and comfort you, eliciting a smile from you with a few words.

"Why don't we ditch school for the rest of the day?"

Jaemin almost let out a laugh. You? Ditching class? The day that happens is the day that pigs fly. You couldn't possibly accept his offer, right? You two do share a class after this, you wouldn't give up any opportunity to spend time with him-

"Alright." you gave in with a chuckle.

Jaemin felt something inside of him ache. He couldn't understand why you would skip class for the rest of the day to spend time with Renjun instead of him. He couldn't understand why you look so happy walking out to the corridors of the school with him by your side.

Jaemin stood in his place, his pupils began to shake as he watched Renjuns embrace tighten around your small form. His hands now balled up into fists as he gripped onto the fabric of his white hoodie. He didn't understand why he felt his blood boil when he saw you two happily in each others company.

More importantly he was too busy pondering a million questions in his head go acknowledge the pain in his chest and the slight burn of his soulmate mark on his left skin beneath the fabric covering it.

I want to cry this took forever uGh. I love writing this series hehe

Tags: @12am-musings @cherrystay

[mcl-danielle]

Tagged c:

Tagged by @irene-yorokobi​ and the cutie @candysoupkitchen<3 Thanks for tagging me c:  It’s been a LONG time since I’ve done head cannons and whatnot so I’m gonna go ahead and jump into it! I’m just going to do Danielle since I am working on Uni!Jessie.  Two headcanons for your character that you’ve never told anyone:

1. I rewrote a lot about Nathaniel and Danielle’s relationship during and after schooling. But I have a couple of head cannons of them while they were together. My favorite one is Nathaniel walking in on Danielle having full conversations or reading out loud with Blanche. He just found it so adorable seeing his girls bonding together. 

2. If I didn’t put Danielle with Nathaniel, her next choices were Lysander and Kentin. I keep going back and forth on just which one would be second and third but I really don’t know who it would be. In the very last episode of High School Life, I loved that both of these boys comes up to say that they are regretful of missing a chance with you. And how different both conversations were! Lys was straight up like ‘Sigh, sure I might find someone but it won’t be you’ and was laying on the super guilt trip while Kentin was ‘I hope to find someone that makes me happy like you and Nath are’. I just found it so interesting. 

Three things they like to do in their spare time:

1. Reading Danielle has and will always be a book worm. Her favorite novels are mythology and fantasy however she enjoys many other genres too. She loves finding new books series and as well as bench rereading old series liked in the past. 

2. Connecting with Others- While she is a little shy when getting to know new people, Dani can’t handle being by herself. So when she is by herself I could see her having a couple of snapchat streaks with close friends, calling her Auntie Clara or just in general texting someone to see if they would want to get dinner or study, etc.

3. Watching Documentaries So, this has to do with her relationship with Nathaniel. Danielle loves learning new things which is another reason she likes reading so much. But, she is not in the mood for reading, she goes on Netflix and watches all kinds of interesting documentaries. And while she was dating Nathaniel, I could see this as their ‘Netflix and chill’ date nights c: 

Name seven people they like:

Nathaniel (Ex-boyfriend from High School)

Alexy

Chani

Rosalya

Hyun

Priya

Kim

Two things your characters regrets:

1. The middle school emo phase. When Danielle first moved to France with her aunt, she still had long hair that hung down in her face and wore dark gothic style clothes. Dani has never thought too well about her body so wearing baggy dark clothes felt right at the time. It wasn’t until she moved away and started attending Sweet Amoris were she loses the eye liner and wears in more light colors and dresses. Seeing old photos makes her cringe. 

2. She wishes she was more outgoing. Danielle often feels like maybe she could make more friends if she were more extroverted. That’s why she often makes friends with social butterflies that will introduce her. 

Two phobias they have:

1. Monophobia- Fear of being alone/abandoned  This obviously comes with her past. The abuse she had as a child and losing her mother at such a young age really got to her. She is a bit timid but she loves having connections to people and doing things together. If she’s left alone for too long she gets really depressed and becomes really needy. 

2. Musophobia- Fear of mice Bugs? They’re okay. Snakes? Eh. But mice??? Danielle is terrified of mice and rats. Another reason to love cats is they will hunt them. If there was a mouse in the home she was in and no one around to get it, she would legit lock herself in a room and beg for someone to come get it out of her home. Someone please help this girl.  This was really fun to do ^^ I will tag @tearsmadeofstars, @dollibelle, @xxpastel-raccoonxx and @mistressmonochrome. It seems to have gone around once so it’s cool if you’ve done it or just don’t wanna =w= 

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Sleeping Dogs: Chapter I

AU: Based on my SF9 as Mafia au found here

Chapter One TWs include: blood, death.

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: Sleeping Dogs has officially begun. Any and all feedback is appreciated and I hope you guys enjoy!

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Prologue | II

i. incipience

    Situated in northern Gangnam-gu, right along the Han River lies a small section of warehouses; some old and abandoned, others moderately new and used only for storage purposes. In one such warehouse, with it’s worn concrete exterior blending into exposed brick, a lone man waits with his hands and feet bound and his mouth gagged. He observes his surroundings, and notes the layers of dried blood on the concrete floor, with some spots darker than others. Those were the most recent ones and it’s not long before he panics, realizing that he’s going to be contributing to the gruesome painting beneath him.

    The row of lights above him do little to reveal anything, and he struggles to distinguish the shadows past the circle of light he sat in. It wasn’t long before the sounds of footsteps reached his ears, and he panicked even more, knowing what his fate would be. The first blow comes from behind, and it’s not one he expects as he tumbles forward, feeling something warm dripping down the back of his neck.

    His vision is blurry and he blinks rapidly, trying to refocus as a pair of feet come into his view, the owner crouching down. The cool metal of a gun is pressed beneath his chin and lifts his head upwards, forcing him to look into the eyes of death itself: a Red Dragon.

    “You’ve created quite the problem for us, Mr. Jung. Youngbin isn’t very pleased with your recent...activities.” The man said, pressing the gun harder against his skin as he removes the gag from Mr. Jung’s mouth.

    “P-please...have mercy.” Mr. Jung whimpered.

    “Mercy? Mercy was us granting you an additional two weeks to secure the goods we had paid for in full. Mercy was us letting you conduct business in one of our establishments. Not only did you fail to deliver but you had the audacity to lie to us about reporting to Seven Star, and you want us to show you mercy?”

    “How-how did you-” Mr. Jung visibly paled at the mention of Seven Star. How could they have possibly found out that he sold the goods over to them for a higher price?

    “Did you really take us for fools Mr. Jung?” Another voice spoke, one that sent chills down Mr. Jung’s spine.

    The second man walked around and stood behind the first, and the way in which he looked down upon Mr. Jung made him feel as he were as insignificant as a speck of dust. There was no emotion in his eyes, no indication that the man would feel even the slightest bit of remorse in killing him.

    “N-no of course no-”

    “Shut up. He didn’t say you could talk.” The first man spat, striking Mr. Jung’s face with his hand.

    “It’s quite alright Seokwoo. After all, letting someone have their last words is the proper thing to do isn’t it?”

    Rowoon raised an eyebrow at this, feeling a small amount of pity for Mr. Jung at the moment. Youngbin only ever used his real name in front of people when it was a guarantee that they would not walk out alive. Sighing, Rowoon knew it would be his and Hwiyoung’s turn to dispose of the body and scrub away the blood (well as best as they could anyways), and while it took little effort to do so it was extremely tedious. The one good thing though, that Rowoon enjoys about this part is that he is able to freely address Youngbin by his name rather than ‘Boss’ or something of the like and watch as the color drains from the victim’s faces.

    “Of course, Youngbin.” Rowoon gets up, and bows slightly to the elder as he steps back and watches.

    Mr. Jung’s eyes widened as he spluttered, several pleas leaving his mouth in a desperate attempt to save his own life; pleas that fell upon deaf ears. Youngbin sighed, rubbing his temple as he did so. He could feel a headache coming on from Mr. Jung’s talking, and quite frankly it had been a rather long day with little good news. All Youngbin wanted was a hot shower and dinner with his brothers; his one true solace.

    “Mr. Jung.” Youngbin spoke, cutting off the man’s ramblings. “My patience has been very thin today. Two weeks ago I had agreed to let my boys give you more time to work in our establishment to secure the goods, which I believe, we paid you well for. Under normal circumstances I might have considered giving you another day or two, had Rowoon here not reported to me that you were conducting business with Seven Star and informing them of our business deal. In my opinion that is just absolutely disrespectful, and I will not stand for it.”

    Youngbin sighed once more. “Rowoon hand me my gun.”

    “You got it.” Rowoon passed him the gun he had been holding, his lips curling into a small smile in anticipation of what would come next.

    “Looks like I’m going to have to clean out my pistol tonight, unfortunately. Consider our contract terminated, Mr. Jung.” Without another word Youngbin fired, and watched as the blood dripped down from the center of Mr. Jung’s forehead as his body fell backwards. The back spatter from the shot covered Youngbin’s gun, with some of the blood landing on his chest and even his chin. Unfazed, Youngbin brought out a napkin from his pocket and wiped himself off as best as he could. “Rowoon would you mind-”

    “You don’t even have to ask. Hwiyoung is on his way over now, just head home and we’ll meet you there.” Rowoon said.

    “Thanks.” Youngbin smiled at the other, though there was a hint of sadness to it. “It’ll never get easier you know.”

    It was Rowoon’s turn to sigh this time as he looked at the elder. “Youngbin we’ve had this talk a dozen times already. You don’t have to worry about us. We chose this life, we chose to fight with you and all these people we kill? They fucking deserve it for all the shit they’ve done. Even though Hwiyoung and Chani are young, they still understand. Just, go home and shower. I don’t want you smelling bad at dinner tonight.”

    “Alright.” Youngbin knew it was pointless to try and argue further with Rowoon, or with any of the others for that matter. He simply patted the younger’s shoulder as he walked by, muttering a quick ‘thank you’ as he made his way outside.

    The sun had long set, though it was still too early to see the stars Youngbin noted. Looking at his watch Youngbin was pleased to see that it was only eight o'clock, meaning this would be the earliest they’ve had dinner together in a while. It was difficult most times, to have everyone at the table as their jobs were quite unpredictable and the few times that they were able to eat all together were the most precious to Youngbin.

    He hopped onto his motorcycle, a black and red Hyosung GT250R (it certainly wasn’t the best bike out there, but it was enough for him) and made his way home. Weaving through the streets and in between cars, Youngbin relishes in the feeling of the wind tugging on his jacket as the world passed by in a blur of lights. It wasn’t long before he arrived in front of two white buildings connected by an enclosed breezeway. Pulling up to the black gate surrounding the building, Youngbin rests one foot on the ground as he turns his earpiece on. “One-one-two-three.”

    A click sounds as a section of the gate slides open. Youngbin makes his way through and moves toward the smaller building on the right just as the garage door on the side opens. He quickly parks his bike inside next to the four others. Hwiyoung must’ve taken the SUV for disposal with Rowoon tonight. Youngbin thinks as he scanned the room. The rest of the garage, which also functioned as their workshop, was empty. There was no one cleaning or making repairs to their equipment on the long table on the opposite side from where the bikes were, nor was there any sign of Inseong or Chani at the corner desk to the right of the table; even the computer monitors at the moment were on ‘Sleep’ mode. Looking upwards, Youngbin also notes how Dawon isn’t at his usual perch on the catwalk, where he would normally practice his aim. Even the practice dummies in the center of the garage were spared at the moment, their limbs all still in tact.

    Walking towards a smaller desk situated between the table and Inseong’s computers, Youngbin places his bag on top and pulls out a few manila folders; files he would need to look at later, and plops them down on the desk. Slinging the bag over his shoulder, he makes his way through the breezeway to the main building where they lived. Pulling open the door Youngbin was greeted by a scene that warmed his heart. Jaeyoon was in the kitchen on the far side preparing dinner while Rowoon gave him instructions over the phone; Taeyang, Chani, Dawon, and Zuho were sprawled out on top of one another in the living room, shouting as they played some video game, and Inseong was sitting on the couch behind them reading a book, though now and then he’d glance upwards at the tv to look at the score, a smile on his lips.

    “Hey guys.”

    “Hey Youngbin.” Inseong was the first to greet him as the others continued their game. “How’d it go?”

    “Terminated his contract.” Youngbin shrugged. “If he can’t figure out who he wants to do business with then he might as well not do business at all.”

    “Hm, I see.” Inseong closed his book. “I found out where our shipment of goods is. Turns out Mr. Jung hadn’t delivered to Seven Star yet so it’s still up for grabs.”

    “We can deal with that later.” Youngbin said. He all but flops onto the couch next to Inseong, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. “For now, let’s relax and wait for Rowoon and Hwiyoung to get back for dinner. What’s the score?”

    “Chani and Taeyang have won four matches so far, Zuho and Dawon have won three.” Inseong answered. “I placed my bet on Chani and Taeyang.”

    “Smart move.”

    “You know, the lack of faith really hurts. I think my heart is broken now.” Dawon spoke up.

    “At least your accuracy in real life makes up for how bad you are at this game.” Chani grinned as Dawon elbowed him.

    “Watch it kid.” Dawon grinned back.

    The next hour or so passed like this, with Hwiyoung joining the fun as soon as he and Rowoon got back. Rowoon on the other hand, went straight for the kitchen and he, along with Jaeyoon’s help were able to finish dinner, placing a large bowl of kimchi stew and a plate piled high with galbi on the table.

    “Alright kiddos, time to eat!” Jaeyoon called out.

    Cheers echo throughout the room, the video game long forgotten as everyone settles at the dinner table to eat. For a while everything is okay, everyone is laughing and joking, sharing stories of their misadventures so far this week, and it almost feels normal. They’re able to forget, at least for a little bit, about the people they’ve hurt or killed this week alone. In this moment, they’re no longer the Red Dragons, but just a group of boys forced to grow up too fast at too young of an age, but still enjoying their time together.

    Youngbin feels content, he always does when all nine of them are together, and grabs the last piece of galbi on the plate while the others argue over who gets it, subtly placing it on Chani’s plate before setting his chopsticks down and leaning back in his chair. “In the time you guys were arguing, Chani here already grabbed the last piece.”

    Whines and protests arise from the boys, but eventually smiles are on their lips and the laughter returns to the table once more, with Chani happily eating the galbi. Everyone already knew what would come next. They would all head into the workshop, preparing for the work that would keep them out late tonight. Dawon and Rowoon would be needed at their nightclub to oversee business, Zuho and Taeyang had a couple of clients to meet with, Jaeyoon and Hwiyoung had a supply run to make, and Inseong and Chani would remain at home with Youngbin to monitor everyone as well as go over the files on Youngbin’s desk. It was sure to be a long night, but a profitable one as well.

    “Earpieces on at all times. Understood?” Youngbin called out, not looking up from his papers as the others readied themselves. A chorus of ‘Yessir’ and ‘Understood’ bounced back as they all left in their respective pairs. Inseong situated himself at his computers, switching out his earpiece for a different one that came with an attached microphone. Within a second he was busy typing, each screen coming to life before him. His eyes darted back and forth as he picked out the most optimal cameras through which he could observe the others.

    “Okay, we’re good to go.” Inseong said, turning in his chair so that he was facing Youngbin. “Until something exciting happens, why don’t you tell me about those files?”

    “Well, these two folders have everything on Mr. Jung, but I need you to make sure he’s not in the city’s system anymore. Jung Sunwoo can’t be considered missing if he never existed.” Youngbin handed the folders over to Inseong, who immediately typed in Jung Sunwoo’s name and began deleting every digital file he could find on the man.

    “And the third folder?” He asked, eyes still on the monitor.

    “Just a missing persons case Rowoon caught wind of at the Agency. It’s no one special but…”

    “But a missing person on our turf spells out trouble for us one way or another.”

    “Yeah.” Youngbin sighed, running a hand down his face as he does so. “Look into this one if you can once you’re done with that.”

    “You got it.”

    A soft ‘Ow’ from the work table causes the two eldest to glance over, amused smiles on their faces at the sight of Chani sucking on his thumb as he frowns at his contraption. The boy had taken to building things using odds and ends he’d pick up around the city whenever he tagged along on jobs. His ‘toys’ had proved to be useful on more than one occasion, aside from the onion bomb that was a little bit too potent in such a small room (the smell of onion powder didn’t wash off them for at least two or three days). The toy he was currently working on looked like a cross between a sniper rifle and a crossbow. How on earth Chani managed to get crossbow parts Youngbin will never know.

    “What are you working on this time?” Youngbin asked.

    “A sniper crossbow for Dawon. What he really wanted was custom bullets but that’s above my skillset. At least with this I can actually make different bolts for him to use. Knowing Dawon though, I’m only giving him bolts that shock and detonate like a flash grenade but on a much smaller scale. Inseong do you think it’s possible to put trackers on these suckers in case we get another surveillance job?” Chani asked as he rummaged around his toolbox for a pair of tweezers.

    “Yeah I think I could make trackers small enough. Can you make sure they won’t get smashed to pieces on impact though? Dawon...well it’s Dawon we’re talking about.”

    “I can try? No promises though.”

    ~~~

    The next few hours passed by with very little to no problems. They’ve had successful nights before, so it wasn’t too surprising that Jaeyoon and Hwiyoung were able to bring back enough bandages, syringes, rubbing alcohol and other medical supplies to last them at least three months, Zuho and Taeyang had managed to secure the five million won they were owed, and nothing worth noting happened at the nightclub while Rowoon and Dawon were there. However as they all gathered in the workshop, none of them could fight off the sense of unease that clung onto them. It was all too calm, too peaceful, and in their business, good things never followed.

    “Looks like you guys were right to feel off.” Inseong frowned. “I played back the video footage from all three locations you guys were at tonight and look at this.”

    Inseong had paused each monitor, the time stamps nearly matching one another perfectly. In each frame, a figure in a long jacket with the hood covering their head could be seen. They were standing so far off though, that Inseong had initially disregarded their presence earlier, barely even realizing that they had been at each one. “I don’t know why I didn’t connect it. Someone was watching you guys tonight. This one was sitting at the cafe across from the building Zuho and Taeyang went in. He was chilling in one of the booths of the club. This guy was straight up sitting outside the hospital.”

    “I thought it was just some college kid looking to get wasted.” Dawon muttered.

    “We didn’t even pay attention to the cafe…” Taeyang stared at the screen.

    “Inseong is there anything you can get from these guys? Can you see where they went after?” This was the last thing Youngbin needed. They didn’t look like undercover cops, which only worried him more because if it’s not the cops watching them then it had to be another gang. Another gang meant unnecessary trouble. “Could they be some of Seven Star’s guys?”

    “Doubt it. They don’t look like anyone Seven Star would employ.” Inseong brought up several other cameras at different angles, though none of them showed a good enough view of where the hooded guys went. “I can’t really get anything at these angles.”

    “Well if it’s not Seven Star then it’s probably some new gang trying to climb ranks in the Underground. Kids who think they can build their reputation by poking at us. Now that we know, we can keep an eye out for them. If any of you see them on your next job, feel free to toss them around a bit for some information.” Youngbin said.

    “I guess it makes things a little more fun.” Dawon grinned, stretching his arms over his head. “Well I don’t know about you guys but I have a lovely date with my bed.”

    “We should all get some sleep actually.” Jaeyoon said. “It’s nearly six a.m. I’m pretty sure the sun’s starting to come up.

    Murmurs of agreement could be heard as everyone got ready to head back to the main house. Though, just as Hwiyoung had reached for the door, Youngbin’s phone rang. Everyone paused, staring at the device as if it had just caught fire.

    “Isn’t that your personal phone Youngbin?” Rowoon asked.

    “It is.” Youngbin grabbed the device, an unknown number displayed on the screen. “Inseong.”

    “On it.” Inseong hurried back to his computer, quickly plugging in a long cord to his monitor. Youngbin handed his phone over as Inseong plugged it onto the other end of the cord. He brought up a recording program as well as a tracking one. “Try and keep the call going for thirty seconds, I might be able to trace it after.”

    Youngbin nodded and silence filled the room as he answered the call. “Hello?”

    “Have you seen the gift I left for you?”