在梦里。
01.
this is only the beginning;
chen-centric; g; hogwarts!au
Jongdae takes a deep breath, clutching at the handle of his trolley filled with his suitcases and a cage of a white owl with sweaty hands. He stares at Chen, his owl and probably his only friend before nodding, more to himself. Jongdae puffs out a cloud of air and pushes the rim of his round glasses up the bridge of his nose. The hustle and bustle of the train station bleeds in his ears before it mutes into complete silence as he concentrates.
'This is it,' Jongdae thinks, a surge of nausea suddenly hitting him for a moment. 'There’s no turning back.'
Jongdae fixes his gaze onto the dirty red brick wall of the train station. Licking his lips one last time, he pushes his trolley and sprints. Chen turns in alarm as they reach the wall and Jongdae runs faster than ever. His eyes widen as they inch closer and closer to the wall - at this rate, he’s gonna crash them both.
Jongdae screams as he runs into the wall and he waits for the impact- hold on. He can't believe himself. He just ran into the wall! Jongdae blinks as he decelerates in a tunnel of darkness before walking straight into that expanding hole of light.
He immediately stops his trots, staring at the scene unfolding before him. He turns back to look at the wall; it is still the same, dirty red brick wall except that there is a sign printed in block letters neatly placed at the center of the arc. It reads: Platform 9¾.
Jongdae grins to himself. Chen flaps his wings in delight and cuckoos gently, as if congratulating his master. The boy looks around; there are many kids who seem to be around his age, pushing around their trolley and having their own little cage of owl on their suitcases. Jongdae flushes with excitement as he adjusts his glasses.
Suddenly, a loud crash startles him, sending him off balanced as another trolley bumps into his. Jongdae tightens his grip on his trolley and tries to calm Chen down as the bird squawks in shock.
“Well, that’s Chanyeol for you,” a voice says near him and Jongdae turns to see a handsome boy with dark hair and contrasting alabaster skin standing beside him. The boy’s hand casually rests on Jongdae’s shoulder as he leans in, saying, “Hello. I’m Junmyeon and the one that’s sprawling on the floor right now is Chanyeol. Are you okay?”
Jongdae nods and his attention jerks away from the boy as a painful groan reaches his ears. “Hi, I’m Jongdae.” Jongdae points at Chanyeol. “Um, are you not gonna help him?”
“Don’t worry about him. He’ll live,” another boy with sandy locks approaches them and Jongdae almost gapes at how tall he is.
“That’s mean, Yifan,” Chanyeol says as he gets on his feet, dusting off his pants and blazer. His brown-spotted owl makes a snorting noise and Chanyeol shakes the bird’s cage briefly. “Don’t make fun of me, Yeollie Owlie. Remember who’s the one feeding you all this time.”
“Yeollie Owlie?” Jongdae blurts out, laughter bubbling out of his throat almost immediately.
A loud cackle joins them as another boy with brown hair purposely hits his trolley against Chanyeol’s. “That’s a really stupid name, right? No wonder his owl hates him so much.”
“A gentle reminder here: I hate you too, Baekhyunnie,” Chanyeol says sweetly while shooting glares at the newcomer at the same time.
Baekhyun snorts and turns to Jongdae. “Are you a first year at Hogwarts?”
Jongdae nods, causing his glasses to slide down the bridge of his nose. A sudden clap on his back sends him forward and he winces slightly. A pink-haired boy with a lively smile comes into his view and suddenly he realizes that there’s a circle of young boys surrounding him, all looking eager and excited.
“You’ll join our Kyungsoo, Zitao, Jongin and Sehun, then!” the pink-haired boy burbles happily as he gestures at a small group of curious boys behind him. “I’m Luhan, a final year student! Welcome to Hogwarts!”
Jongdae smiles widely and takes Luhan’s hand. He briefly registers the friendly claps on his back and assuring squeezes on his shoulders from his newly found friends. His heart is pounding loudly against his chest and an indescribable overwhelming feeling is consuming his system. He feels pleasantly warm. Chen coos in understanding at him and Jongdae reaches his fingers into the cage to stroke the owl.
A loud shrill of a whistle catches their attention and for once, Chanyeol stops throttling at Baekhyun. Two prefects are ushering the students to get into the red train and Jongdae firmly takes note that the guy with an adorable dimple on his right cheek is Yixing while the one with almond-shaped eyes is called Minseok as Yifan and Junmyeon greet them.
From now on - he thinks as he steps into Hogwarts Express - everything is going to change. He smiles as he sees Luhan pulling Jongin and Sehun into a headlock. Chanyeol is still attempting to annoy Baekhyun and his owl, Sogogi, while Kyungsoo and Zitao exchange shy smiles with him.
Jongdae’s life is about to begin.
02.
1-2-3;
chanyeol/lay; pg; fluff
Chanyeol is drenching wet as he steps into his apartment. The burst of sudden summer rain sent him offguard and he’s grateful that he was already halfway home when it happened. He nudges his shoes off and grabs a towel to dry his hair. He walks into the living room with the towel resting on his head and spots Yixing with a guitar, the other’s back facing him.
Chanyeol crosses his arms and leans against the wall quietly. He loves coming home to this sight; a sight of concentrated Yixing in a loose white tank top and a pair of shorts strumming the guitar experimentally. There’s a pencil tucked snugly at his right ear and a manuscript book full of scribbles splayed out in front of him on the small coffee table. The rain tones down to a drizzle now, pitter-patter of crystalline water droplets free-falling on the windows with gentle splats and Chanyeol can hear Yixing’s clear voice humming a melodic tune. Yixing must be composing again.
Chanyeol struts towards Yixing, who is probably still in his own world that Chanyeol sometimes couldn’t get himself into. He leans down and wraps his arms around Yixing’s arched torso, chuckling with his deep voice when the other yelps in surprise.
“Chanyeol! You scared me! When did you come in?” Yixing asks breathlessly, his subconscious mind suddenly hyperaware of having a certain Park Chanyeol cling onto him. “You feel so cold.”
“I ran in the rain,” Chanyeol whines, his breath tickling Yixing’s neck and causing the other to giggle.
Yixing wriggles out of Chanyeol’s embrace and rests the guitar gently against the couch. He pulls Chanyeol up and begins to ruffle the fluffy towel against Chanyeol’s dripping hair. Chanyeol purrs in delight at the sensation of Yixing’s fingers massaging his scalp through the white towel and Yixing chuckles as he rubs the fabric on the other’s cheeks.
Yixing has to tiptoe in order to reach the back of Chanyeol’s head and Chanyeol smiles at the way the shorter boy struggles to complete his task. He feels warmth already spreading all over his cold body and suddenly he wants to crush Yixing against his chest.
Yixing lets the rumpled towel dangle from Chanyeol’s head when he realizes that Chanyeol is still in his wet white button-up, the fabric sticking to his body like a second skin. Yixing frowns before reaching up to unbutton the shirt.
“You’re so careless. What if you catch a cold?” Yixing chides in a quiet voice, trying (and failing) to refrain himself from blushing as his fingers brush against Chanyeol’s cool skin with every button that he popped.
“Because I have you to take care of me if I get sick,” Chanyeol whispers, leaning down slightly to blow air into Yixing’s flushed ear.
“Silly,” Yixing mutters as he pulls the towel to cover Chanyeol’s eyes in an attempt to not let the other see his red face. Chanyeol’s smile breaks out into a grin when Yixing playfully shoves him aside.
Chanyeol quickly rids himself of the shirt and hangs it on the wall to dry before picking up one of the guitars standing proudly in their living room-cum-mini studio. Yixing returns to his seat and cradles his guitar, secretly drinking in the sight of a shirtless Chanyeol with tousled damp hair, curly fringe bouncing and falling into his eyes as he moves around before settling down on an amplifier opposite of Yixing.
Chanyeol peeks at Yixing under his eyelashes and Yixing immediately catches his gaze. Mouthing ‘1, 2, 3,’ their fingers pluck their own guitar in sync, drawing out the same wavelength of a familiar tune as the drizzle gives in to the shy afternoon sunlight that begins to illuminate the room with gentle effulgence. The earthly scent of petrichor accompanies them until Chanyeol announces that he’s sleepy and clambers onto Yixing’s lap, the other’s guitar prodding his hip in the process but he’s content with that as long as he gets to hold Yixing in his arms.
03.
off-white;
baekhyun/sehun; pg-13; angst
Sehun blinks blearily at the off-white ceiling of a room that’s not his own. The thick black kohl that lines his eyes feel heavy and he resists the urge to rub the itchiness that's swimming in his orbs. His right hand travels to his side and he’s expecting a cold space as per usual. However, it lands on a warm, breathing body and Sehun jolts a little. He turns to the side, staring at a sleeping figure beside him. A sleeping beauty.
Sehun licks his lips. The memory of last night floods into his head like a surge of wave, etching into every nook and crook of his brain. He stares at the other boy’s sleeping face, not believing his own eyes. It’s none other than Byun Baekhyun, his biggest not-crush. Tiny bumps materialize all over his body as he gently drags his hand over Baekhyun’s, relishing in the way his blood sings as their skins meet.
Sehun watches quietly until Baekhyun stirs in his sleep. When the other opens his eyes and smiles at him, Sehun quickly turns away, heart beating frantically in his chest. Thank God he’s not completely naked right now.
“Sehun, right?” Baekhyun’s hoarse voice greets him. Sehun nods without a word. An overwhelming feeling is tugging at his heartstrings, threatening to rip his heart out of his ribs because Baekhyun looks a thousand times more attractive with his tousled bed hair and sleepy gaze than when he begged for Sehun to hit him hard last night. The memory has Sehun blushing furiously.
Baekhyun heaves a long sigh before rolling on his back once again. “Can I ask you a favor?” Baekhyun says quietly and Sehun senses a feeling of insecurity engulfing him like a vicious black hole.
“Yeah.”
“Let’s... let’s just forget about last night, alright?” Baekhyun murmurs, tugging at the white sheets anxiously. “It was a meaningless one night stand, right? You didn't actually mean it when you said that you loved me, did you? I mean, we were drunk and totally wasted!”
Sehun should have known it. He should have known it when Baekhyun went up to him and cried in his arms at the party. He should have known it when Baekhyun pulled him into a dark corner and started to kiss him senseless. He should have known it when Baekhyun moaned out a name that’s not Sehun’s as they fucked on the older boy’s bed. Sehun almost feels sorry for himself. Almost.
Sehun swallows heavily. A flicker of emotions dance in his glassy eyes as he mouths, “Yeah, you’re right.” Baekhyun fails to see through that as he breathes out a relieved sigh, thanking Sehun before turning to his side to resume sleeping.
Sehun stares at the ceiling again. He tries to focus but his vision is lacking clarity as moments pass by. Before he knows it, beads of tears escape his eyes silently, smearing his cheap kohl eyeliner and staining the white pillow with black tears.
- thank you very much for reading! self-beta'ed, so i apologize for any mistakes ; ;
- masterlist!
this is only the beginning;
chen-centric; g; hogwarts!au
Jongdae takes a deep breath, clutching at the handle of his trolley filled with his suitcases and a cage of a white owl with sweaty hands. He stares at Chen, his owl and probably his only friend before nodding, more to himself. Jongdae puffs out a cloud of air and pushes the rim of his round glasses up the bridge of his nose. The hustle and bustle of the train station bleeds in his ears before it mutes into complete silence as he concentrates.
'This is it,' Jongdae thinks, a surge of nausea suddenly hitting him for a moment. 'There’s no turning back.'
Jongdae fixes his gaze onto the dirty red brick wall of the train station. Licking his lips one last time, he pushes his trolley and sprints. Chen turns in alarm as they reach the wall and Jongdae runs faster than ever. His eyes widen as they inch closer and closer to the wall - at this rate, he’s gonna crash them both.
Jongdae screams as he runs into the wall and he waits for the impact- hold on. He can't believe himself. He just ran into the wall! Jongdae blinks as he decelerates in a tunnel of darkness before walking straight into that expanding hole of light.
He immediately stops his trots, staring at the scene unfolding before him. He turns back to look at the wall; it is still the same, dirty red brick wall except that there is a sign printed in block letters neatly placed at the center of the arc. It reads: Platform 9¾.
Jongdae grins to himself. Chen flaps his wings in delight and cuckoos gently, as if congratulating his master. The boy looks around; there are many kids who seem to be around his age, pushing around their trolley and having their own little cage of owl on their suitcases. Jongdae flushes with excitement as he adjusts his glasses.
Suddenly, a loud crash startles him, sending him off balanced as another trolley bumps into his. Jongdae tightens his grip on his trolley and tries to calm Chen down as the bird squawks in shock.
“Well, that’s Chanyeol for you,” a voice says near him and Jongdae turns to see a handsome boy with dark hair and contrasting alabaster skin standing beside him. The boy’s hand casually rests on Jongdae’s shoulder as he leans in, saying, “Hello. I’m Junmyeon and the one that’s sprawling on the floor right now is Chanyeol. Are you okay?”
Jongdae nods and his attention jerks away from the boy as a painful groan reaches his ears. “Hi, I’m Jongdae.” Jongdae points at Chanyeol. “Um, are you not gonna help him?”
“Don’t worry about him. He’ll live,” another boy with sandy locks approaches them and Jongdae almost gapes at how tall he is.
“That’s mean, Yifan,” Chanyeol says as he gets on his feet, dusting off his pants and blazer. His brown-spotted owl makes a snorting noise and Chanyeol shakes the bird’s cage briefly. “Don’t make fun of me, Yeollie Owlie. Remember who’s the one feeding you all this time.”
“Yeollie Owlie?” Jongdae blurts out, laughter bubbling out of his throat almost immediately.
A loud cackle joins them as another boy with brown hair purposely hits his trolley against Chanyeol’s. “That’s a really stupid name, right? No wonder his owl hates him so much.”
“A gentle reminder here: I hate you too, Baekhyunnie,” Chanyeol says sweetly while shooting glares at the newcomer at the same time.
Baekhyun snorts and turns to Jongdae. “Are you a first year at Hogwarts?”
Jongdae nods, causing his glasses to slide down the bridge of his nose. A sudden clap on his back sends him forward and he winces slightly. A pink-haired boy with a lively smile comes into his view and suddenly he realizes that there’s a circle of young boys surrounding him, all looking eager and excited.
“You’ll join our Kyungsoo, Zitao, Jongin and Sehun, then!” the pink-haired boy burbles happily as he gestures at a small group of curious boys behind him. “I’m Luhan, a final year student! Welcome to Hogwarts!”
Jongdae smiles widely and takes Luhan’s hand. He briefly registers the friendly claps on his back and assuring squeezes on his shoulders from his newly found friends. His heart is pounding loudly against his chest and an indescribable overwhelming feeling is consuming his system. He feels pleasantly warm. Chen coos in understanding at him and Jongdae reaches his fingers into the cage to stroke the owl.
A loud shrill of a whistle catches their attention and for once, Chanyeol stops throttling at Baekhyun. Two prefects are ushering the students to get into the red train and Jongdae firmly takes note that the guy with an adorable dimple on his right cheek is Yixing while the one with almond-shaped eyes is called Minseok as Yifan and Junmyeon greet them.
From now on - he thinks as he steps into Hogwarts Express - everything is going to change. He smiles as he sees Luhan pulling Jongin and Sehun into a headlock. Chanyeol is still attempting to annoy Baekhyun and his owl, Sogogi, while Kyungsoo and Zitao exchange shy smiles with him.
Jongdae’s life is about to begin.
02.
1-2-3;
chanyeol/lay; pg; fluff
Chanyeol is drenching wet as he steps into his apartment. The burst of sudden summer rain sent him offguard and he’s grateful that he was already halfway home when it happened. He nudges his shoes off and grabs a towel to dry his hair. He walks into the living room with the towel resting on his head and spots Yixing with a guitar, the other’s back facing him.
Chanyeol crosses his arms and leans against the wall quietly. He loves coming home to this sight; a sight of concentrated Yixing in a loose white tank top and a pair of shorts strumming the guitar experimentally. There’s a pencil tucked snugly at his right ear and a manuscript book full of scribbles splayed out in front of him on the small coffee table. The rain tones down to a drizzle now, pitter-patter of crystalline water droplets free-falling on the windows with gentle splats and Chanyeol can hear Yixing’s clear voice humming a melodic tune. Yixing must be composing again.
Chanyeol struts towards Yixing, who is probably still in his own world that Chanyeol sometimes couldn’t get himself into. He leans down and wraps his arms around Yixing’s arched torso, chuckling with his deep voice when the other yelps in surprise.
“Chanyeol! You scared me! When did you come in?” Yixing asks breathlessly, his subconscious mind suddenly hyperaware of having a certain Park Chanyeol cling onto him. “You feel so cold.”
“I ran in the rain,” Chanyeol whines, his breath tickling Yixing’s neck and causing the other to giggle.
Yixing wriggles out of Chanyeol’s embrace and rests the guitar gently against the couch. He pulls Chanyeol up and begins to ruffle the fluffy towel against Chanyeol’s dripping hair. Chanyeol purrs in delight at the sensation of Yixing’s fingers massaging his scalp through the white towel and Yixing chuckles as he rubs the fabric on the other’s cheeks.
Yixing has to tiptoe in order to reach the back of Chanyeol’s head and Chanyeol smiles at the way the shorter boy struggles to complete his task. He feels warmth already spreading all over his cold body and suddenly he wants to crush Yixing against his chest.
Yixing lets the rumpled towel dangle from Chanyeol’s head when he realizes that Chanyeol is still in his wet white button-up, the fabric sticking to his body like a second skin. Yixing frowns before reaching up to unbutton the shirt.
“You’re so careless. What if you catch a cold?” Yixing chides in a quiet voice, trying (and failing) to refrain himself from blushing as his fingers brush against Chanyeol’s cool skin with every button that he popped.
“Because I have you to take care of me if I get sick,” Chanyeol whispers, leaning down slightly to blow air into Yixing’s flushed ear.
“Silly,” Yixing mutters as he pulls the towel to cover Chanyeol’s eyes in an attempt to not let the other see his red face. Chanyeol’s smile breaks out into a grin when Yixing playfully shoves him aside.
Chanyeol quickly rids himself of the shirt and hangs it on the wall to dry before picking up one of the guitars standing proudly in their living room-cum-mini studio. Yixing returns to his seat and cradles his guitar, secretly drinking in the sight of a shirtless Chanyeol with tousled damp hair, curly fringe bouncing and falling into his eyes as he moves around before settling down on an amplifier opposite of Yixing.
Chanyeol peeks at Yixing under his eyelashes and Yixing immediately catches his gaze. Mouthing ‘1, 2, 3,’ their fingers pluck their own guitar in sync, drawing out the same wavelength of a familiar tune as the drizzle gives in to the shy afternoon sunlight that begins to illuminate the room with gentle effulgence. The earthly scent of petrichor accompanies them until Chanyeol announces that he’s sleepy and clambers onto Yixing’s lap, the other’s guitar prodding his hip in the process but he’s content with that as long as he gets to hold Yixing in his arms.
03.
off-white;
baekhyun/sehun; pg-13; angst
Sehun blinks blearily at the off-white ceiling of a room that’s not his own. The thick black kohl that lines his eyes feel heavy and he resists the urge to rub the itchiness that's swimming in his orbs. His right hand travels to his side and he’s expecting a cold space as per usual. However, it lands on a warm, breathing body and Sehun jolts a little. He turns to the side, staring at a sleeping figure beside him. A sleeping beauty.
Sehun licks his lips. The memory of last night floods into his head like a surge of wave, etching into every nook and crook of his brain. He stares at the other boy’s sleeping face, not believing his own eyes. It’s none other than Byun Baekhyun, his biggest not-crush. Tiny bumps materialize all over his body as he gently drags his hand over Baekhyun’s, relishing in the way his blood sings as their skins meet.
Sehun watches quietly until Baekhyun stirs in his sleep. When the other opens his eyes and smiles at him, Sehun quickly turns away, heart beating frantically in his chest. Thank God he’s not completely naked right now.
“Sehun, right?” Baekhyun’s hoarse voice greets him. Sehun nods without a word. An overwhelming feeling is tugging at his heartstrings, threatening to rip his heart out of his ribs because Baekhyun looks a thousand times more attractive with his tousled bed hair and sleepy gaze than when he begged for Sehun to hit him hard last night. The memory has Sehun blushing furiously.
Baekhyun heaves a long sigh before rolling on his back once again. “Can I ask you a favor?” Baekhyun says quietly and Sehun senses a feeling of insecurity engulfing him like a vicious black hole.
“Yeah.”
“Let’s... let’s just forget about last night, alright?” Baekhyun murmurs, tugging at the white sheets anxiously. “It was a meaningless one night stand, right? You didn't actually mean it when you said that you loved me, did you? I mean, we were drunk and totally wasted!”
Sehun should have known it. He should have known it when Baekhyun went up to him and cried in his arms at the party. He should have known it when Baekhyun pulled him into a dark corner and started to kiss him senseless. He should have known it when Baekhyun moaned out a name that’s not Sehun’s as they fucked on the older boy’s bed. Sehun almost feels sorry for himself. Almost.
Sehun swallows heavily. A flicker of emotions dance in his glassy eyes as he mouths, “Yeah, you’re right.” Baekhyun fails to see through that as he breathes out a relieved sigh, thanking Sehun before turning to his side to resume sleeping.
Sehun stares at the ceiling again. He tries to focus but his vision is lacking clarity as moments pass by. Before he knows it, beads of tears escape his eyes silently, smearing his cheap kohl eyeliner and staining the white pillow with black tears.
- thank you very much for reading! self-beta'ed, so i apologize for any mistakes ; ;
- masterlist!