HP!Verse Drabbles
Fandom: Shinee, 2PM,
Pairings: Onew/Taemin, Jonghyun/Kibum, Chansung/Wooyoung,
Rating: PG/PG-13
Onew/Taemin - Freefalling
Onew had been at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for six years, had spent two of them as a prefect and nearly all of his free time in the library.
He didn’t have time for silly little trivial things like Quidditch matches, trips around the grounds, or girls. He was proud to say that he did outstandingly on his O.W.L.S, but Onew felt he still had a lot to prove. He was clumsy at times, plus he was a “mudblood,” but he didn’t let that set him back, not at all. He had mostly outgrown his clumsy tendencies, until a certain first year caught his attention.
Onew didn’t know what was so special about him, he had only caught a glimpse of him from where he sat at the head of the Ravenclaw table. He was supposed to be helping the first year Ravenclaws to the table, but instead he was mesmerized by this one first year.
He was tall and thin, scrawny looking. For as tall as he was, he still tripped on the way up to the sorting hat on his overlong robes.Onew couldn’t contain the smile that radiated his face. Taemin nervously looked around the hall as he fidgeted on the stool.
The hat, much to Onew’s amusement, was far to big. It slid over the boy’s eyes, announced his name ‘Lee Taemin’ and then promptly placed him in Hufflepuff. Onew clapped a little louder this time and he caught him by the hem of his robe, at the wrist, as Taemin tripped towards the table in a daze.
He smiled at him, albeit a little awkwardly, and hurriedly scooted into his seat. Onew had a feeling things would be different this year.
Jonghyun/Kibum- Broom Closets
Jonghyun fell into the broom closet that Kibum promptly shoved him into after making sure the coast was clear. He brushed his robes off disgruntledly and rolled his eyes at the Slytherin, who looked pristine and perfect asusual.
Kibum crinkled his nose at the Gryffindor boy, disdain written clear across his perfect features. “Gryffindor’s,” he scoffed, fiddling with his black cloak as he looked Jonghyun up and down, with a rather unamused look.
“Oh, ‘cause Slytherin’s are so much better,” Jonghyun retorted, pushing at Kibum’s shoulder.
“Shut up,” Kibum replied, backing the boy into a wall. He didn’t want to hear about how awful Slytherins were. He was proud to be one, although if they knew what he was about to do, he would be disowned.
Jonghyun leaned in, breath puffing against the others lips. “Make me,” he teased, his bleached blond strands sticking in all directions. Kibum tugged one, liking the feel of it between his fingers.
He pressed his lips against the Jonghyun, smiling as he pressed back eagerly. He hadn’t known when this had started, but somehow, it had. And somehow, Kibum liked it.. Kibum wouldn’t give him up now, not when Jonghyun kissed like that. He felt the his arm sneaking around his waist and squeeze his ass.
“I missed you,” Jonghyun whispered into their kiss, Kibum laughed and backed away, tugging Jonghyun’s newly blond locks once more.
“I like the hair,” he whispered, disappearing in a whirlwind of black and swivelling cloaks. Jonghyun grinned, touching the tips his hair and smirking. Kibum may act like a Slytherin and live in the Slytherin house, but he doubted any other Slytherin’s fucked a half blood Gryffindor wizard, and liked it.
Chansung/ Wooyoung - Quidditch Pitch
Chansung was on the Quidditch pitch, his bat in one hand and broom in the other. His red Gryffindor robes were swaying with the light breeze. The whistle blew and he mounted his broom, grinning at the uproar of noise that erupted around the stadium. He loved Quidditch for this; it had been the main reason he continued to pay attention at Hogwarts.
He did a lap around the track, winking as he passed a certain chubby-cheeked Hufflepuff boy. He took off through the clouds, leaving him behind as the game started. He smirked, knowing that even though Hufflepuff was playing against Gryffindor, Wooyoung would cheer for him.
He slugged a bludger towards a certain prick of a chaser, Nichkhun, before speeding off. Chansung was proud to say he was a damn good beater, on and off the field, especially when it came to a chubby-cheeked Hufflepuff named Wooyoung. Nichkhun sped up beside him, chasing him around the field. “Stupid chaser,” he mumbled as he swiveled around the Hufflepuff podium. Only Nichkhun didn’t know that the boy he was crushing on was also making out between the library stacks with the Gryffindor beater. And Chansung knew that he’d be pissed if he found out.
Gryffindor won that day, and in a way, Chansung scored double, because not only did he have the luxury of saying that his team beat Hufflepuff, but a chubby-cheeked Wooyoung was waiting in a concealed spot.
Chansung threw his arms around a pouting Wooyoung with a charming grin.
“Chansung, I hate watching Quidditch, I am scared you’re going to get hurt.” Chansung smiled reassuringly, stopping his worries as he gripped Wooyoung’s cold fingers.
He rubbed them gently, willing some of his warmth back into them.
“Don’t worry about me,” he said, wrapping his red and yellow scarf around Wooyoung’s slender neck and kissing his sweet and slightly sticky cheek. Wooyoung nodded and buried his head into Chansung’s jacket.
Quidditch was the main reason Chansung came to Hogwarts, but if Wooyoung asked him to give it all up, he would; because Quidditch was no longer the reason he came back to Hogwarts.
Pairings: Onew/Taemin, Jonghyun/Kibum, Chansung/Wooyoung,
Rating: PG/PG-13
Onew/Taemin - Freefalling
Onew had been at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for six years, had spent two of them as a prefect and nearly all of his free time in the library.
He didn’t have time for silly little trivial things like Quidditch matches, trips around the grounds, or girls. He was proud to say that he did outstandingly on his O.W.L.S, but Onew felt he still had a lot to prove. He was clumsy at times, plus he was a “mudblood,” but he didn’t let that set him back, not at all. He had mostly outgrown his clumsy tendencies, until a certain first year caught his attention.
Onew didn’t know what was so special about him, he had only caught a glimpse of him from where he sat at the head of the Ravenclaw table. He was supposed to be helping the first year Ravenclaws to the table, but instead he was mesmerized by this one first year.
He was tall and thin, scrawny looking. For as tall as he was, he still tripped on the way up to the sorting hat on his overlong robes.Onew couldn’t contain the smile that radiated his face. Taemin nervously looked around the hall as he fidgeted on the stool.
The hat, much to Onew’s amusement, was far to big. It slid over the boy’s eyes, announced his name ‘Lee Taemin’ and then promptly placed him in Hufflepuff. Onew clapped a little louder this time and he caught him by the hem of his robe, at the wrist, as Taemin tripped towards the table in a daze.
He smiled at him, albeit a little awkwardly, and hurriedly scooted into his seat. Onew had a feeling things would be different this year.
Jonghyun/Kibum- Broom Closets
Jonghyun fell into the broom closet that Kibum promptly shoved him into after making sure the coast was clear. He brushed his robes off disgruntledly and rolled his eyes at the Slytherin, who looked pristine and perfect asusual.
Kibum crinkled his nose at the Gryffindor boy, disdain written clear across his perfect features. “Gryffindor’s,” he scoffed, fiddling with his black cloak as he looked Jonghyun up and down, with a rather unamused look.
“Oh, ‘cause Slytherin’s are so much better,” Jonghyun retorted, pushing at Kibum’s shoulder.
“Shut up,” Kibum replied, backing the boy into a wall. He didn’t want to hear about how awful Slytherins were. He was proud to be one, although if they knew what he was about to do, he would be disowned.
Jonghyun leaned in, breath puffing against the others lips. “Make me,” he teased, his bleached blond strands sticking in all directions. Kibum tugged one, liking the feel of it between his fingers.
He pressed his lips against the Jonghyun, smiling as he pressed back eagerly. He hadn’t known when this had started, but somehow, it had. And somehow, Kibum liked it.. Kibum wouldn’t give him up now, not when Jonghyun kissed like that. He felt the his arm sneaking around his waist and squeeze his ass.
“I missed you,” Jonghyun whispered into their kiss, Kibum laughed and backed away, tugging Jonghyun’s newly blond locks once more.
“I like the hair,” he whispered, disappearing in a whirlwind of black and swivelling cloaks. Jonghyun grinned, touching the tips his hair and smirking. Kibum may act like a Slytherin and live in the Slytherin house, but he doubted any other Slytherin’s fucked a half blood Gryffindor wizard, and liked it.
Chansung/ Wooyoung - Quidditch Pitch
Chansung was on the Quidditch pitch, his bat in one hand and broom in the other. His red Gryffindor robes were swaying with the light breeze. The whistle blew and he mounted his broom, grinning at the uproar of noise that erupted around the stadium. He loved Quidditch for this; it had been the main reason he continued to pay attention at Hogwarts.
He did a lap around the track, winking as he passed a certain chubby-cheeked Hufflepuff boy. He took off through the clouds, leaving him behind as the game started. He smirked, knowing that even though Hufflepuff was playing against Gryffindor, Wooyoung would cheer for him.
He slugged a bludger towards a certain prick of a chaser, Nichkhun, before speeding off. Chansung was proud to say he was a damn good beater, on and off the field, especially when it came to a chubby-cheeked Hufflepuff named Wooyoung. Nichkhun sped up beside him, chasing him around the field. “Stupid chaser,” he mumbled as he swiveled around the Hufflepuff podium. Only Nichkhun didn’t know that the boy he was crushing on was also making out between the library stacks with the Gryffindor beater. And Chansung knew that he’d be pissed if he found out.
Gryffindor won that day, and in a way, Chansung scored double, because not only did he have the luxury of saying that his team beat Hufflepuff, but a chubby-cheeked Wooyoung was waiting in a concealed spot.
Chansung threw his arms around a pouting Wooyoung with a charming grin.
“Chansung, I hate watching Quidditch, I am scared you’re going to get hurt.” Chansung smiled reassuringly, stopping his worries as he gripped Wooyoung’s cold fingers.
He rubbed them gently, willing some of his warmth back into them.
“Don’t worry about me,” he said, wrapping his red and yellow scarf around Wooyoung’s slender neck and kissing his sweet and slightly sticky cheek. Wooyoung nodded and buried his head into Chansung’s jacket.
Quidditch was the main reason Chansung came to Hogwarts, but if Wooyoung asked him to give it all up, he would; because Quidditch was no longer the reason he came back to Hogwarts.