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Kim Dokja rubbed his bandaged arm with soft sniffles, his swollen yet tender cheek was stained with tears as his mother brought him to her embrace, shaky limbs wrapping around him. “Dokja-ya… I told you to stay in your room.” Lee Sookyung whispered, voice soft as she reprimanded her son who shook his head vehemently.

“He’s hurting you, Mom! How can I stay back and just watch!” The 11 years old boy protested, teary brown pupils facing his mother who had a gentle smile on her lips despite all the bruises littering on her face. After Kim Dokja ran between his parents, he was punched by his own father and his mother quickly shielded him, resulting in his good-for-nothing father to kick her repeatedly before leaving the house with a sneer – surely to buy alcohol again.

DING DONG

The son and mother duo turned their heads in unison to the door. “Wait here, Dokja-ya.” Lee Sookyung brushed her son’s fringes lovingly as she got up and walked to the door only to return with an envelope in her hand, confusion flickered on her face.

“What’s that, Mom?” Kim Dokja tilted his head to the side, curious brown eyes meeting the same shade of eyes the same as his. “I don’t know. I found this at the doorstep.” His mother kneeled beside him, opening the envelope that was stamped with a red seal. The address of their home was written neatly in cursive English alphabets.

Lee Sookyung is an educated person so she reads those words easily. She noticed that the envelope was addressed to her son who clung to her dress’ sleeve. “Mom, Mom! That is my name, right?” Kim Dokja pointed to the neat writing. Kim Dokja is a smart boy who picks up books after books so Lee Sookyung had taught him foreign languages and Kim Dokja now knew how to read English although sometimes he struggles too. The way he speaks English is very cute too, with all the accent and lisp. Lee Sookyung mused with a huff of amusement.

“Whoa. It looks like those old-fashioned envelope, Mom!” Eager voice slipped out from Kim Dokja’s voice as he tugged on Lee Sookyung’s arm with childish gleam. A smile curved on Lee Sookyung’s face as she relished the rare glimmer of excitement that her son portrayed. Kim Dokja matured too fast and she was sad to see her son not having a normal childhood.

“Open it, Mom!” Kim Dokja pleaded, torn lips formed an adorable pout although he winced as he did that. Lee Sookyung tutted as she ran her hands through Kim Dokja’s thin hair, peeling the envelope open. Parchment? A letter? She wondered as the odd brownish, inked material came to her view.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall

Lee Sookyung’s brows quirked questioningly, a frown automatically curved on her face. Is this a prank? Her clueless son leant forward, brown eyes reading through the content. “Mom? Why is there a word w-w-wizardry here?” Kim Dokja squinted cutely.

Dear Mr. Dokja Kim,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry………

Lee Sookyung, dumbfounded, read through the content with a disbelieving face. Just what on earth…? “Mom?” Kim Dokja blinked at his stricken mother. “Nothing, Dokja-ya. Seems like a prank.” She sighed and folded the letter, placing it inside the envelope once more.

“Oh…” Kim Dokja mumbled in disappointment, hands dropping to his sides. Feeling sorry for causing that despondent look on her son’s face, she took Kim Dokja’s hand, letting the torn envelope laid on his small palm. “Here. You can have it.” Kim Dokja smiled at his mother, gingerly holding the envelope like it was his lifeline.

That night, Kim Dokja slept with the letter in his curled hand, not knowing that it would change his life forever.

“I’m home.” Kim Dokja said softly as he opened the door to his house, brown eyes peeking for the sight of his father and breathed out in relief once he noticed his father was nowhere to be seen and his shoes were still missing so maybe he was out.

“Mom? I’m home—who are you?” Kim Dokja stopped on his tracks when he noticed an old foreign woman in an emerald robe standing in the middle of his living room, wrinkled skin puckered into a frown as she looked at him appraisingly, eyes lingering on his bandaged arm and bruised cheek. Her brown hair was streaked with grey and pulled into a neat bun, back straight despite her old age and the stern press of her lips outlined her firm demeanor. Her apprehensive look caused Kim Dokja to hunch over automatically.

“Mr. Kim Dokja?” Fluent English with a British accent flowed out as Kim Dokja’s eyes widened, caught off guard by the sudden onslaught of foreign language. “U—uh. Me. My Mom. Where? You? Who?” He asked slowly, accented English hesitantly slipped from his mouth. A smile tugged on the old woman’s lips momentarily. “Um, Mom! There is someone weird here!” Kim Dokja called out for his mother in Korean, wary brown eyes latched on the old woman.

“Dokja-ya. Don’t be rude.” Lee Sookyung’s voice from the kitchen rang out as she brought a tray of teapot and three cups with a jar of biscuits. “Here, Professor McGonagall.” Albeit accented, Lee Sookyung’s English was much smoother than Kim Dokja. “Ah, thank you, Mrs. Lee Sookyung.” The old woman who Lee Sookyung called Professor McGonagall said as she sipped on the tea.

“Dokja-ya. Meet your new teacher— I mean, professor. Professor Minerva McGonagall.” Lee Sookyung brought Kim Dokja to her side as he bowed to his presumed new teacher. “New teacher?” He whispered to his mother in confusion. Lee Sookyung smiled mysteriously as she shared a secretive look with Professor McGonagall. 

Kim Dokja grew nervous.

“You have to be kidding me.”

Kim Dokja’s brown eyes were wide with disbelief as he watched a pair of birds teetering around his head before disappearing with a poof. “Magic is real?” He whirled around to his mother who calmly sipped on her tea. “So I’ve been told.” Lee Sookyung shrugged languidly as Professor McGonagall watched his reaction with a glimmer of amusement.

Kim Dokja was stupefied. To think that something like magic exists… it feels like he is entering a new world.

“So… I was invited to this magic school?” Kim Dokja waved his arms in a dumbfounding manner as Lee Sookyung nodded. “What? You don’t want to go?” Mischief curled at the edges of Lee Sookyung’s eyes. “I want to!” Kim Dokja blurted out eagerly. Yet, he was taken to reality as he faced his mother. “But mom… what about you? If I go, you will be here all alone with… him .  I can’t leave you behind.” Kim Dokja shook his head, teeth nibbling on his lower lip.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, Dokja-ya. I have come up with a solution with Professor McGonagall. She agreed to get me protection. Wizards will be dispatched to protect me from your father as I settle things with him. As a guardian he will be told about your status as a wizard but if he dares to harm you or me, he will be taken into custody in the wizarding world. She also told me I can come to London with you too.” Lee Sookyung’s face looked fresh and young. It’s the first time Kim Dokja noticed that his mother is very beautiful when she smiles, especially when she’s happy.

“But… what about money?” Kim Dokja’s voice trailed off. Lee Sookyung’s smile gentled. Her son is truly wonderful. Even when he was given a chance to escape from the clutches of his abuser, he still cares about his poor mother. “All of the expenses will be taken care of by your school. Of course I will look for jobs at London as well.” She said and Kim Dokja relaxed.

“So, do you want to go, Dokja-ya?” Her lips still had that knowing smile that was often spotted whenever they came to a climax of the books they read together. Kim Dokja nodded determinedly.

“Yes. Let’s go to London, Mom.”

“I want to go back to Korea.” Kim Dokja wobbled on his knees, plopping on the concrete ground as he held his head between his hands. “Oh, shush.” Lee Sookyung laughed lightly as she landed lightly on her feet followed by Professor McGonagall. “First time using Portkey is always hard. You will get used to it slowly.” Professor McGonagall said lightly as she swept away an old boot that was enchanted to be a Portkey.

Kim Dokja was very intrigued by the concept of magic as he stared at how the boot disappeared with a pop. “Come. Let’s get you to Leaky Cauldron. It’s a pub but also an inn for parents who want to send their children to Hogwarts. You do not mind staying there, will you?” At the last sentence, the wise and wizened eyes glanced at the young mother who merely shook her head with a smile.

“Not at all, Minerva-ssi.” Lee Sookyung said amicably. “As I explained before, all of the school items can be found in Diagon Alley. We already prepared a job for you in the bookshop beside Leaky Cauldron. It’s a muggle bookshop but the owner is a Squib so he knows the existence of the magic world. Your home will be provided near the bookshop as well.” Professor McGonagall guided the two with a paced stride as they weaved through the crowd.

“Thank you for doing all of these, Minerva-ssi.” Lee Sookyung said gratefully as she bowed to Professor McGonagall who smiled kindly at her in return. “Not at all, Sookyung. It is my duty to provide the best for my students as a Headmistress and naturally that includes the welfare of their guardians as well.” Professor McGonagall uttered as they entered a small and dingy pub with a pleasant atmosphere.

“Oh, Professor!” A petite blonde lady with light blue eyes and ponytail hair greeted Professor McGonagall, apron wrapped around her waist snugly. “Hello, Mrs. Longbottom. Still working here?” The lady, Longbottom, only laughed as she waved her dainty hand in an embarrassed manner. “For now, Professor. I will be applying to be a Matron in Hogwarts soon.” Her reply was confident that she would be accepted as a healer and her light blue eyes landed on the son and mother duo.

“Why hello there. I am Hannah Longbottom.” She handed out a hand and Lee Sookyung received it with a friendly smile. “I am Lee Sookyung and this is my son, Kim Dokja. We are from Korea.” Kim Dokja shyly bowed to the kind lady, hands clutching his mother’s dress as he hid behind her. Kim Dokja is short compared to other normal 11 years old boys since his unstable eating habit caused his growth to be stunted but he will grow eventually just maybe not as fast as the other boys.

“First time to Hogwarts?” Despite the foreign accents, Hannah displayed a friendly demeanor that caused the timid Kim Dokja to nod. “Have fun in Hogwarts! You will enjoy the experience for sure.” Hannah Longbottom winked playfully to the quiet but well-mannered child. “I will.” Kim Dokja replied with adorable accented English.

Hannah cooed at the display of cuteness which caused Kim Dokja’s cheek pinked as he shifted his feet in embarrassment. “We will be going now, Mrs. Longbottom. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” A pleased smile curled on Professor McGonagall’s lips as she gazed at her former student. “The pleasure is all mine, Professor.” Hannah inclined her head respectfully.

“Hurry along, Dokja-ya.” Lee Sookyung held Kim Dokja’s hand as the boy bowed to Hannah who waved at him cordially with a smile. They walked off and headed upstairs where a room filled with their stuff was already placed neatly in the room. “Cool.” Kim Dokja muttered out breathily.

As Lee Sookyung sorted out everything with Professor McGonagall, Kim Dokja explored the room, awed brown eyes watching the moving portraits and talking mirror with gaping mouth. “Dokja-ya? Time to go to Gringotts Wizarding Bank.” Lee Sookyung called out as Kim Dokja hurriedly followed after his mother, not wanting to be left behind.

“Coming!”

“The bank is so huge!” Kim Dokja said after they retrieved money that was sponsored by Hogwarts, the pouch jiggled with coins. Professor McGonagall already left after his mother convinced the old witch that they would be fine walking around without a guide. Lee Sookyung didn’t want to burden the kind witch further.

“And, Mom, Mom! Did you see those goblins?” Kim Dokja tugged his mother’s dress with a childish grin which made Lee Sookyung’s usually firm expression loosened as she ruffled her son’s thin black hair.

“Yes, I do. Now let’s go buy your school supplies.” Kim Dokja nodded eagerly and off they went. First they went to the clothes shop - Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions. Kim Dokja read the sign quite easily. Months of studying English are already showing its result.

“Hello! First year to Hogwarts?” A squat middle-aged woman sidled to the side, lips curled into a smile as the two bowed at her automatically, accustomed by their usual greeting. The lady released a twinkling laughter. “Oh, there is no need for such formality!” She waved her wand and a measuring tape flew by, hovering near Kim Dokja.

Kim Dokja yelped, not expecting the sudden action. “Oh, my. I didn’t mean to startle you, sweetheart.” The presumed owner of the shop said with an apologetic smile as Kim Dokja grinned sheepishly to her. The woman who introduced herself as Madam Malkin is a very friendly woman who works efficiently as she took Kim Dokja’s measurement. “Quite a little thing, aren’t you?” She hummed out, tape circling Kim Dokja’s body as her hands moved gracefully.

“I am still a growing boy.” Kim Dokja said softly, still timid and shy as ever. “Of course you are, sweetheart. Grow up well.” Madam Malkin patted his head with a fond smile as she finished her work. They purchased Kim Dokja’s uniform before heading off to another store.  

After picking up all that was required for necessities, the mother and son walked to a bookstore – the place where it feels like a home for both of them. Kim Dokja gasped in amazement as his brown eyes drank the sight of the shelves which were stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones bound in leather with varying sizes. Some of them have titles with peculiar symbols and some don’t even have titles.

Kim Dokja could feel his mother’s gasp of astonishment as well and he clearly knew that his mother was excited because she tightened her hand on Kim Dokja’s hand, cheeks flushed with healthy pink and eyes gleamed with wonder. “Hello! First year to Hogwarts?” It seems the term is used quite often around here. “Yes.” Lee Sookyung nodded and the owner climbed up to one of the shelves, bringing out a pile of books before dropping them onto the desk. “12 Galleons.” The owner nodded with a friendly smile.

“Do you want to look around, Dokja-ya?” His mother said softly as Kim Dokja nodded eagerly. “Can you find some additional useful and suitable books for my son?” Lee Sookyung inquired as Kim Dokja rocked on his heels, preparing to bolt and snatch one of the books that caught his eyes. “Sure, Madam! Come along little boy.” The owner grinned at him and Kim Dokja happily skipped to the owner.

By the end of it, Kim Dokja acquired a total of 5 additional books which are Hogwarts: A History, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, Books of Charms and Spells, Transformation Through the Ages and Curses and Counter-Curses. The owner was hesitant to give the last book to Kim Dokja since he is still young but seeing his bright eyes as he leafed through the book, the owner sold it off.

“Mom, is it alright to spend the money like this?” Kim Dokja as he heaved the pile of books with his skinny arms, glancing worriedly at his mother. He couldn’t wait to go back to the pub/inn to read through the books but he was still worried nonetheless. “It is fine. This is merely an investment for your future, Dokja-ya. You don’t need to worry about matters like this. Just focus on your studies.” Lee Sookyung patted Kim Dokja’s head with an affectionate smile.

“Do you want pets?” Lee Sookyung glanced at her son who had pursed his lips before hesitantly shaking his head. “I think it’s not a necessity at the moment. Maybe when I reach third year or something? It’s not needed for now.” Kim Dokja said firmly. He does want pets but he didn’t want to come off as selfish as to rob off all the money his mother has despite them being sponsored by Hogwarts itself.

Lee Sookyung laughed lightly. “If you said so. Now, the last thing on the list. A wand.” Kim Dokja brightened up immediately. This is the thing he’s been looking forward to the most. They arrived in front of the Ollivanders, a small and humble shop. “Go on ahead first, Dokja-ya. I am going somewhere first. You can do it alone, right?” A touch of concern leaked in her voice as she gazed at her son who huffed endearingly.

“Mom. Of course I can do it alone. I am independent enough.” Kim Dokja deadpanned as his mother chuckled. His mother left and he walked into the shop, still carrying the pile of books. “Excuse me…” Kim Dokja mumbled as he stepped into the shop, peeking around with wariness and curiosity.

A pair of black eyes met him and the owner of the said orbs belonged to a boy around his age, donned in a neat outfit, black buttoned up shirt with long sleeves and black ironed slacks with a pair of black leather shoes, black curls framing his quite roundish yet sharp features that highlights his youth. Kim Dokja jolted, not expecting another person to be in the shop because it was too quiet. The black eyes observed him before turning away.

Looks like an Asian. Kim Dokja took note of the other boy’s features.  Kim Dokja fumbled with his books, dropping one of them which caused him to sigh in exasperation. He kneeled down to pick it up only for his books to tumble out of his arms. “Oh, for God's sake.” Kim Dokja groaned in his mother tongue, missing a surprised glance from the other boy.

Kim Dokja slowly picked up his books. When he reached for another, a pair of hands appeared before his brown eyes, picking up the scattered books as he handed them out silently. “Here.” A familiar language flowed out from the boy’s lips.

Kim Dokja snapped his head upward, accidentally bumping the crown of his head to the boy’s chin. “Ouch!” Kim Dokja winced, rubbing his sore head as the boy groaned, dropping the books to the ground when pain assaulted his senses. The boy glared at him as he held his throbbing chin. “Oh my God. I am so sorry!” Kim Dokja blurted out, hand darted out as he reached for the boy’s chin.

The boy jerked back like he wasn’t used to a stranger touching him out of nowhere. “What are you doing?” Wary black eyes latched on Kim Dokja’s hovering hand, still using Korean language. “I want to check your injury. It seems I clocked you pretty hard.” Kim Dokja said in concern.

“No need.” The boy brushed off his concern with an unfamiliar glint in his black eyes as Kim Dokja bit his lower lip. “I am so sorry for hurting you. I was just so excited to hear a familiar language around here…” Kim Dokja fidgeted with the hem of his clothes, books still scattered around him.

The boy huffed but didn’t refute as he picked up the fallen books, followed suit by Kim Dokja. “Thanks for your help!” Kim Dokja smiled at the boy who merely nodded his head back. “Say, what’s your name?” Kim Dokja asked after he set aside the books, brown eyes looking at the other’s impassive black eyes.

Kim Dokja noticed that the boy was shorter than him which was saying a lot since Kim Dokja was short enough.

“Yoo Joonghyuk.” It seemed that the boy had taken pity on him and decided to humor him by answering his questions. “I am Kim Dokja.” The taller boy smiled in a friendly manner. “Only child?” Yoo Joonghyuk tilted his head to the side, curls shifting and exposing his black eyes clearly.

Wow, he’s pretty . Kim Dokja realized it when he looked at the other boy’s features closely. Double lidded eyelids, mesmerizing black eyes with thick lashes, bow-shaped lips, aquiline nose and high, elegant cheekbones like a noble. The remnants of baby fats were still there but Kim Dokja was sure that this boy will grow up to be a lady killer in the future.

“No, no. As in a reader but it’s true that I am an only child. How about you?” Kim Dokja swayed his feet as they sat on the available chairs, waiting for the owner to arrive. “A little sister.” Yoo Joonghyuk said curtly. “Aw, it must be fun to have siblings. I am all alone.” Kim Dokja curved a pout on his lips. Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t say anything yet again. He seems like a man(boy?) of a few words.

“Here is your wand, Mr. Yoo.” An old, wizened wizard with wide, pale eyes shining like moons stood before the two boys. “Hello. First year to Hogwarts?” The old man smiled to him as Kim Dokja nodded shyly. Yoo Joonghyuk eyed him, puzzled by how the other boy who talked his ears off suddenly become timid around the adults. “I am Ollivander. Please wait for your wand as I measure you. Mr. Yoo here will test out his wand. Give it a wave, Mr. Yoo.” Ollivander urged.

Yoo Joonghyuk obliged and waved his wand stoically. A nearby window exploded which made Kim Dokja scream and clung to the other boy’s arm as one of his hands covered his face. Yoo Joonghyuk jolted, startled by the sudden touch instead of the noise. “Nope, nope. Not good.” Ollivander snatched back the wand, walking off to take out another wand.

Kim Dokja trembled, vivid memories of his father smashing an alcohol bottle near his head once flashed through his mind. Yoo Joonghyuk noticed this peculiar behavior and remained quiet as he pried off Kim Dokja’s deathly grip on him gently. “I apologize if I startled you. The process of picking wands is quite noisy most of the time.” He said, face stilled and impassive as ever but voice warm enough for Kim Dokja to stop shivering.

“I’m sorry. That is unsightly of me.” Kim Dokja mumbled, quivering hands tucked to his chest as Yoo Joonghyuk observed him. “Not a good memory?” Yoo Joonghyuk was surprised by himself when he continued the conversation. He’s not much of a talker but something about this boy who shares the same nationality with him intrigued his once dead curiosity.

“No…” Kim Dokja’s voice trailed off as Ollivander walked in with another wand yet again. Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t pry and just nodded which made Kim Dokja relieved. It took another 3 tries when finally, Ollivander handed a long, sturdy brown wand with black hilt to Yoo Joonghyuk who received it with an indescribable face. Black lusters enveloped his wand, stretching out ominously when he waved his wand.

“Aha. I know this will suit you, Mr. Yoo. Blackthorn wood. 12 ¾ inches. Sturdy with the core of the dragon heartstring. Suitable for a warrior and compatible for dueling. Definitely good for Defense Against Dark Arts.” Ollivander ranted as Yoo Joonghyuk looked at him with an apprehensive look. Yoo Joonghyuk wordlessly handed 7 Galleons to Ollivander. “Now, it’s time for your wand, Mr. Kim.” As Ollivander took Kim Dokja’s measurement Kim Dokja glanced at Yoo Joonghyuk who stared at him.

“You are not going?” He asked, swatting away the measuring tape that was measuring his nostrils. Yoo Joonghyuk raised his brows. “Do you want me to?” He asked, not sarcastically but factually. “No! Stay with me!” Kim Dokja said desperately, scared of being left by the only person who knew the same language as him. Yoo Joonghyuk nodded and sat on the chair back, twirling with his wand.

The same process was repeated. A vase exploding, drawers of wands combusted, lightbulbs sparking and the last straw was when the wand literally went up flames before he could touch it. “I am so sorry!” Kim Dokja yelped, horrified by what he did at the last wand. Ollivander merely laughed. “It is quite alright, Mr. Kim. This is normal.” Ollivander waltzed off with a jaunty whistle, excited by the destruction or what, Kim Dokja didn’t know.

“Your wand took longer than mine.” Yoo Joonghyuk said monotonously. “Yeah… I didn’t expect it to take such a long time too.” Kim Dokja grimaced. Finally, it was over when Ollivander handed Kim Dokja a slim yet long brown wand with a white hilt. When Kim Dokja took it, warmth seeped to his bones as white lights shone at the tip of his wand. 

“Fabulous! 12 inches, alder wood with the core of unicorn hair. Flexible and unyielding. Quite a charming wand and compatible with Charms.” Kim Dokja nodded along to Ollivander’s explanation as he handed 7 Galleons to him before stepping out of the shop along with Yoo Joonghyuk, books once again in his arms. Yoo Joonghyuk too had books in his arms which belonged to Kim Dokja.

“So, where are your parents, Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi?” Kim Dokja inquired as they sat on the bench before the shop, waiting for their guardians. “Joonghyuk is fine.” Yoo Joonghyuk said blandly. “You can call me Dokja then.” Kim Dokja smiled at Yoo Joonghyuk who nodded.

“I came alone.” Yoo Joonghyuk answered flatly, not minding the fact that an 11 years old was prowling around alone in the middle of bustling streets. “That is irresponsible of them. It’s quite dangerous to walk around alone, Joonghyuk.” Kim Dokja lectured the boy who merely huffed but there was a pleased glimmer in his black eyes, listening to Kim Dokja’s concern.

It’s strange how his parents didn’t even care about his well-being yet this stranger who only knew him for a half-an hour showed more concern than his parents ever did throughout his life.

“Dokja-ya!” A feminine voice rang out and Kim Dokja straightened, an adorable gasp slipped past his mouth as his mother approached them with a cage in tow. “An owl!” Kim Dokja squealed, running up to his mother.

“Mom, what’s this? Is this yours? They are very beautiful!” Kim Dokja cooed as the owl who was preening its fur lifted its head, shining silver orbs met his brown eyes as it spread its downy, fluffy white wings apart. It’s a small pure white owl with feathers like snow. “This is yours, Dokja-ya.” Lee Sookyung said gently.

Kim Dokja froze. “What? B—but, Mom! I told you I don’t need pets now!” Kim Dokja protested. “This is my early present for you. Study hard.” Lee Sookyung smiled, brushing his son’s messy black hair. Kim Dokja felt like crying. How long has it been since he received a gift? He didn’t remember.

“Give it a name. It’s a boy. Like you too.” Lee Sookyung urged as Kim Dokja frowned thoughtfully. His brown eyes once again met the shining yet dreamy silver orbs. “Oldest Dream…” Kim Dokja mumbled, struck by inspiration. “Dream! His name will be Dream in English. Hello, Dream-ya.” The owl hooted like it was approving its name.

“Ah, Mom! I want you to meet someone.” Kim Dokja tugged his mother’s sleeve and dragged her to Yoo Joonghyuk who sat awkwardly on a bench with arms filled with books. “This is Yoo Joonghyuk!” Yoo Joonghyuk bowed stiffly, mumbling a quick, “Hello. Nice to meet you.” in his mother tongue.

A pleasant surprise graced Lee Sookyung’s face before being replaced by a tender smile. “Hello, Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi. I am Kim Dokja’s mother – Lee Sookyung.” His mother introduced herself. “Joonghyuk is fine, Madam.” Yoo Joonghyuk said politely.

“Dokja-ya, did you force him to carry your books?” A teasing smile curled on her lips as her son sputtered in embarrassment. “No, no! That’s not it, Mom! Joonghyuk just helped me because there is a lot to carry! Right, Joonghyuk?” Kim Dokja whipped his head to Yoo Joonghyuk who still had his poker face on.

“That’s true, Madam. I helped him even when he head-butted me.” Yoo Joonghyuk added dully although there was faint amusement at the line of his mouth. Lee Sookyung’s brown eyes widened, not expecting the remark at all. “Dokja-ya, what have you done?” She whirled around, exaggeratingly gasping as if playing along to Yoo Joonghyuk’s teasing.

Kim Dokja gaped at Yoo Joonghyuk and his mother who hit it off well to tease him like this. “Unbelievable. Both of you are ganging up on me.” Kim Dokja said in disbelief and feigned disappointment. Lee Sookyung hid her giggles behind her palm while Yoo Joonghyuk merely shrugged.

“Young Master!” A masculine yet high-pitched voice could be heard and a young man swathed in an outfit similar to Yoo Joonghyuk came running out, carrying all sorts of bags and lugging a big cage with a large black owl in it. His white hair was tousled messily and red pupils flooded with relief as he stopped before Yoo Joonghyuk whose face immediately adopted into an apathetic one. “Bihyung.” Yoo Joonghyuk acknowledged the panting man.

“Young Master, I told you to not run off like that!” Bihyung cried out in Korean. Then he turned to Lee Sookyung, bowing to her deeply. “Thank you for taking care of him!” He said in English. “Oh, it is fine. He’s a polite and well-mannered child.” Lee Sookyung replied in Korean gladly. “A Korean!” Bihyung grinned, immediately switching to his mother tongue as he beamed to the woman and the other boy.

Young Master? Kim Dokja wondered, side-eyeing Yoo Joonghyuk curiously. Truthfully, Yoo Joonghyuk did emit that vibe of a young noble but to have his thoughts confirmed was something else. No wonder he got that elegant and sophisticated aura around him.

“Young Master is befriending someone? Now that is something worth reporting to Young Miss.” Bihyung grinned cheekily at the young boy who glared at him. “Stop corrupting Mia, Bihyung.” A scowl formed on the youthful face. Bihyung barked out a laugh. “We should head home now then we got all your supplies, Dokja-ya.” Lee Sookyung said to Kim Dokja who nodded dutifully.

“See you at Hogwarts, Joonghyuk!” Kim Dokja waved to Yoo Joonghyuk after he took all of his books from Yoo Joonghyuk, a sincere smile curled on his lips as he walked away along with his mother, leaving Bihyung and Yoo Joonghyuk behind after exchanging pleasantries.

“Yeah, see you.” Yoo Joonghyuk mumbled, earning a bemused glance from Bihyung. For once in his life, Yoo Joonghyuk had something to look forward to.

“Mom. Stop sniveling.” Kim Dokja groaned to Lee Sookyung who was sniffing, ivory handkerchief covering her reddened nose as she watched Kim Dokja who was standing before the Hogwarts Express – a crimson locomotive train puffing out steam that shone brilliantly under the glaring sun. His mother was usually good in controlling her emotions but now she kept on having those teary eyes that made Kim Dokja reluctant to leave her. 

“I can’t help it. My little boy is now all grown up and goes far away from his mother.” Lee Sookyung dramatically sighed as she picked up Kim Dokja effortlessly, causing Kim Dokja to squawk in mortification. “MOM! I am too old for you to pick me up this way!” Kim Dokja squirmed in his mother’s embrace before giving up and went limp in her hold with a disgruntled huff.

“Once a baby, always a baby.” Lee Sookyung smugly declared as she buried her nose to Kim Dokja’s messy black hair. “I will miss you, Dokja-ya.” Lee Sookyung whispered as Kim Dokja wrapped his thin arms around Lee Sookyung’s petite frame. “Me too, Mom.” Kim Dokja rested his head on his mother’s bosom. The mother and son embraced tightly when a loud puff of steam interrupted their bonding session.

“Gotta go, Mom!” Kim Dokja hurriedly released his mother, pecking her cheek with a blushing face before rushing off into the train. Kim Dokja caught his breath, waving to his mother from the window. Lee Sookyung waved her handkerchief, a joyful smile carved on her face.

Kim Dokja missed her already.

Kim Dokja carried a single backpack, both his luggage and cage containing Dream were already inside the train. He peeked around to look for an empty compartment, feeling daunted when he saw people much larger and bigger than him.

He slid into what he thought as an empty compartment that surprisingly held someone familiar to him. “Joonghyuk!” Kim Dokja called out in surprise. The boy who was staring off to the space jolted, void like eyes showed emotions for the first time.

“Kim Dokja.” Yoo Joonghyuk said, brows loosened from his thoughtful frown. “Who would’ve thought that I would meet you on the train?” Kim Dokja slid into the compartment, sitting opposite of Yoo Joonghyuk as he set his backpack beside the window. Silent as ever, Yoo Joonghyuk just gazed at him with those infuriatingly impassive yet attractive face.

“You’re sitting here all alone? One of the compartments that I saw is filled to the brim.” Kim Dokja nonchalantly said as he pulled out Hogwarts: A History from his backpack, flipping to the last page he read where he bookmarked it last night. Kim Dokja leant his back to the cushion, finding a comfortable position to start his reading.

“You like reading?” Kim Dokja jolted, not expecting Yoo Joonghyuk to start a conversation with him. He hummed, nodding languidly as he traced the spine of the hardcover book. “Loves it. Gives me peace of mind.” Kim Dokja said, a gentle smile curled on his lips.

Yoo Joonghyuk stared at him with an unreadable gaze and Kim Dokja didn’t reply, mind already immersed with the inked words, rustling papers and the hardcover of the book.

“—Dokja. Kim Dokja.” Kim Dokja flinched when his book was taken away, Yoo Joonghyuk’s frowning face appeared before him. “S—sorry?” Kim Dokja blinked as Yoo Joonghyuk quietly pointed to the outside of the compartment.

“Trolley.” He said curtly. Kim Dokja curiously turned his brown eyes and was met with an old witch pushing a trolley with an array of snacks. Kim Dokja’s brown orbs glimmered with interest as he leapt from the cushiony seat, walking to the trolley.

“Wow.” He gasped softly, looking at the sweets with a watering mouth. “Anything off the cart, dear?” The witch smiled kindly at the little boy. “I don’t know which one to have though…” Kim Dokja mumbled in Korean as his mind calculated the amount of money he could spend for the snacks.

Kim Dokja rarely indulges in snacks and junk foods since well, you know, the state of his family didn’t allow him to do so. Sometimes his mother sneaks in some candies and chocolates but the sweets in front of him are too unfamiliar for him.

“Two for each.” A smooth English rolled out from behind him. Yoo Joonghyuk stood behind him, handing out several Galleons to the witch who joyfully piled all the snacks into Yoo Joonghyuk’s arms. Yoo Joonghyuk closed the doors before Kim Dokja had any liberty to order something from the trolley.

“Hey! I haven’t bought anything!” Kim Dokja protested with a frown as Yoo Joonghyuk ignored him, peeling open one of the snacks which looked like chocolate(?) and popped it into his mouth. Kim Dokja swallowed his saliva as Yoo Joonghyuk munched on the chocolate.

“Are you just going to watch?” Yoo Joonghyuk curved his refined brows questioningly as he tossed one of the packs to Kim Dokja who caught it clumsily. “For me?” Kim Dokja blinked dubiously as Yoo Joonghyuk rolled his eyes, finally showing some sort of humane reaction.

Kim Dokja smiled sheepishly and opened the pack, a frog-shaped chocolate came hopping out from the pack which made Kim Dokja shout in surprise. “What in the world?!” Kim Dokja scrambled to Yoo Joonghyuk’s side, watching the hopping chocolate with wary yet curious eyes.

Yoo Joonghyuk’s reflex kicked in and he caught the chocolate easily. Without any words, he shoved the chocolate into Kim Dokja’s mouth. “Mmmpphhh?!” Kim Dokja’s muffled yelp was smothered when the chocolate burst in his mouth, flooding his taste buds with gooey sweet flavor.

“Huh. It tastes normal.” Kim Dokja mumbled, bewildered, chewing on the chocolate gingerly. “Look inside.” Yoo Joonghyuk motioned to the pack and Kim Dokja retrieved a card from inside of the pack. It’s a picture of an emerald-eyed man with a lightning shaped scar on his forehead.

Harry Potter – The boy who lived. Considered as a hero for defeating Dark Lord Voldemort. A former Head of Auror. Currently working in the Ministry as Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. 

“Harry Potter.” Kim Dokja mumbled, turning the card back to the front only to be startled when the man in the picture was gone. “It’s gone!” Kim Dokja blurted out although this wasn’t the first time he saw this kind of thing since the portraits back in Leaky Cauldron were fond of doing that too. He was just taken aback by it literally disappeared while he was still holding onto the card.

“What? Do you expect him to stay there all day?” A note of amusement flickered in Yoo Joonghyuk’s monotonous voice. Kim Dokja flushed in embarrassment as he puffed his cheeks adorably. “Hey! I am still not used to all of these.” He muttered under his breath.

“You’re a Muggle-born.” Yoo Joonghyuk stated as Kim Dokja nodded, pulling another snack to his hands while inspecting it curiously. “Yeah, Professor McGonagall told me that when she visited my house in Korea before.” Yoo Joonghyuk stilled for a moment, a glint of curiosity and apprehensiveness flashed in his black eyes.

“A Headmistress of Hogwarts met you directly.” Yoo Joonghyuk took back the snacks from Kim Dokja’s fumbling hands and opened it properly before handing it back to the peculiar boy. “Yeah. Is it weird?” Kim Dokja tilted his head, teeth sinking to the pastry and tarty flavor lathered his buds.

“Hm. What is this? Tastes good.” Kim Dokja hummed, greedily taking another bite. “Pumpkin Pasties.” Yoo Joonghyuk answered instead of voicing out his curiosity. It’s none of his business if this boy before him was visited by the Headmistress herself.

“So, are you a Muggle-born too? You seem knowledgeable enough so I guess you are not. Half-blood or pureblood?” Kim Dokja’s brown eyes blinked as he nibbled on the pastry. “Pureblood.” Yoo Joonghyuk answered tersely, stiffening involuntarily. Kim Dokja merely hummed. “No wonder. You radiate a rich person’s aura.” He shrugged and patted his hands to sweep away the crumbs.

Yoo Joonghyuk relaxed when Kim Dokja didn’t ask him further about his family. Seems like he is not the type to care about family’s background. His shoulders loosened as he handed another snack to Kim Dokja whose eyes glimmered with childish delight.

A puff of amusement slipped past his mouth, slow enough that Kim Dokja didn’t notice it. “Blergh. What is this, Joonghyuk?” Kim Dokja stuck his tongue out as his brown eyes pricked with tears. Yoo Joonghyuk’s black eyes focused on the pack held by Kim Dokja.

“I thought it’s just a normal jellybean but what kind of crazy person created a tomato jellybean?” Kim Dokja fussed with teary eyes as he wiped his mouth. “Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans.” Yoo Joonghyuk uttered. “ Every? ” Kim Dokja’s eyes widened incredulously as Yoo Joonghyuk nodded once again.

“Couldn’t warn me earlier, can’t you?” Kim Dokja glared at Yoo Joonghyuk mockingly as he handed back the snacks to Yoo Joonghyuk who took one and threw it into his mouth. Kim Dokja looked at him eagerly. “Spinach.” Yoo Joonghyuk said blandly, munching on the jellybean with a stoic face.

Kim Dokja rolled his eyes. “What do I even expect from you?” He sighed dramatically. “Be quiet and eat your snacks, Kim Dokja.”

“Whoa. He’s huge.” Kim Dokja whispered to Yoo Joonghyuk, now donned in a black robe with a black tie. Yoo Joonghyuk apathetically watched a looming man before them as Kim Dokja stuck close to him. “Rubeus Hagrid. Gamekeeper of Hogwarts.” Yoo Joonghyuk stated as Kim Dokja hummed, taking note of the information that he already knew from Professor McGonagall. It was rather nice for someone to be mindful of his lacking knowledge though. 

“Firs’ years! Firs’ years over here!” Hagrid’s voice boomed loudly as he waved his giant arm to the tiny children. “Stay close.” Yoo Joonghyuk said as Kim Dokja held the edge of his robe’s sleeve quickly, not wanting to part from a familiar face so soon. And judging by Yoo Joonghyuk’s reminder earlier, he wasn’t keen to be separated from his acquaintance(?) as well.

Bypassing the other children and boarding boats to cross the lake, Kim Dokja missed on how everyone’s eyes lingered on him and Yoo Joonghyuk. Especially Yoo Joonghyuk.

Kim Dokja settled in front of Yoo Joonghyuk, balancing precariously on the swaying boat. A steady hand planted on his shoulder so he won’t topple himself over into the lake. “Thanks.” Kim Dokja flashed a quick smile to Yoo Joonghyuk who only nodded.

They crossed the lake and Kim Dokja looked at the beautiful, glittering stars hanging above the night sky. The reflection of the moon rippled as the boats cut through the lake. A magnificent castle was standing proudly under the bright moon and shining stars.

A gasp of awe escaped from Kim Dokja’s mouth as he relished the sight with parting lips. He was totally ignorant on how a pair of black eyes were trained on him the whole journey, finding him more intriguing than the castle itself. 

Kim Dokja hopped off the boat when it came ashore followed by Yoo Joonghyuk who made a smooth exit, feet landing soundlessly on the ground as they waited for further instructions. “This place is so beautiful, Joonghyuk!” Kim Dokja flipped his messy bangs away as he smiled at Yoo Joonghyuk who merely nodded.

“It sure is.” Was the only reply coming from Yoo Joonghyuk. Their foreign language attracted nearby students but they ignored them. Although the whispers finally reached Kim Dokja.

“It’s him, right? Yoo Joonghyuk.”

“I guess so. He’s here in Hogwarts.”

“He comes from a famous purebloods family.”

“The Yoo’s Family, right?”

“The sole heir of the Yoo’s Family.”

“Ferocious family I heard. All of them are Aurors.”

“Yeah, his lineage probably will put him in the same house like the rest of his family members.”

“Which house is it again?”

“I think it’s–“

“Welcome!” A stout woman with a brown robe stood before them with a brilliant smile. Kim Dokja stood in daze, glancing at the expressionless Yoo Joonghyuk before focusing his attention on the woman before him.

"The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts." The woman who introduced herself as Pomona Sprout explained, hands waving animatedly.

Kim Dokja tilted his head to the side, noting the sorting ceremony that he had read in Hogwarts: A History . Family, huh… Kim Dokja thought as he fiddled with the hem of his robe. They walked to a huge door leading to the Great Hall which opened dramatically.

Anxiety automatically shot up when numerous eyes landed on him. An old hat rested on a stool suddenly opened its mouth and sang. “It talks!” Kim Dokja yelped as the corner of Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips twitched at the other boy’s reaction. When the hat finished singing, the rip on its hem which resembled a mouth sealed away. “When I call out your names, please come up here.” Professor Sprout conjured a scroll before clearing her throat.

Oh, God. We will be doing this in front of these people? Kim Dokja swallowed his unease, hand automatically latched on Yoo Joonghyuk’s sleeve. The other boy glanced down when he felt something weighed him down but he didn’t shrug him off.

“Angela, Michael.” A boy came onto the stool with a nervous face. The old hat was placed on his head. It moved and twitched before opening its mouth again. “RAVENCLAW!” Cheers rose from the blue and bronze table. Ravenclaw – favors wit, intelligence and wisdom. Kim Dokja’s mind supplied the information automatically.

“Carlos, Rose.” A brunette bounded to the stool with a mild nauseous expression. The hat barely brushed her head when it yelled out, “HUFFLEPUFF!” earning applause from the yellow and black table that welcomed her with friendly smiles. Hufflepuff – values hard work, gentle and loyal. Kim Dokja thought, feeling interested in this house.

“Heewon, Jung.” Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk simultaneously perked up at the familiar-sounding Korean name. A girl with black bun hair walked slowly to the stool with a cool expression. “GRYFFINDOR!” The hat roared. Boisterous cheers rose from the red and golden table. Gryffindor – favors bravery, chivalry and daring . Kim Dokja noted thoughtfully. This house doesn’t really sound suitable for him because he wasn’t all of those.  

“Dokja, Kim.” Kim Dokja flinched, cold sweats manifested on his palms. He felt his elbow being squeezed reassuringly by Yoo Joonghyuk before he was pushed forward by the other boy. Swallowing, his darting brown eyes met Professor McGonagall’s stern yet kind eyes. He breathed out softly and sat on the stool, sorting hat placed on his head.

Kim Dokja’s nose wrinkled immediately. He is so going to wash off his hair after this. Quite rude, aren’t you? Kim Dokja jolted, not expecting a voice inside his head. Hm, let’s see. A charming lad with a glib tongue. Very resourceful, ambitious and cunning. Yet, brave and loyal too. Protective of those dear to you. Quite a complicated fella, aren’t you? Kim Dokja fidgeted with his sleeves, feeling oddly nervous. Ah, I know just well which house to put you in.

“SLYTHERIN!” Cheers erupted from the green and silver table. Professor Sprout took off the hat and Kim Dokja walked to his house, brown eyes coincidentally meeting Yoo Joonghyuk’s void black eyes. The other boy was nonchalant as ever yet there was an unreadable glint in his eyes. Slytherin – values ambition, resourceful and cunning. Huh, who would’ve thought. Kim Dokja smiled in amusement.

“Hello! You’re not from around here, aren’t you?” An older boy with emerald eyes and black hair greeted him with a friendly smile. “Ah, I’m not. I am from Korea.” Kim Dokja said, accented English flowing out. He was trying to get rid of his accent but it was quite hard to do so. The boy laughed. “Thought so. Hey, Scorpius! You owe me 10 sickles.” A boy with silver hair and grey eyes grumbled yet there was exasperation on his face as he handed the silver coins.

“I’m Albus Potter. Fifth year. This is my best friend, Scorpius Malfoy.” Albus jabbed his thumb to the boy sitting beside him who waved casually at him. “Hello. Nice to meet you.” Kim Dokja inclined his head politely yet there was something familiar with the boy before him. “Did you say Potter? Are you related with Harry Potter by chance?” Kim Dokja inquired as a wry smile formed on Albus’ lips like he was used to being asked that question all the time. Scorpius patted Albus’ shoulder comfortingly.

“Yeah, he’s my father.” Was the answer. “Ah… I’m sorry if I offend you. I just thought your name is quite familiar. I found a card of your father in one of the snacks my… friend bought. I am quite new to the wizarding world.” Kim Dokja explained awkwardly, mentally adding Yoo Joonghyuk as his friend. Glimmer of amusement shone in Albus’ emerald eyes.

“You are a Muggle-born then?” Kim Dokja nodded. Some of those who were eavesdropping made a frowning face and leant away from Kim Dokja like he was carrying a disease. Scorpius’ and Albus’ faces hardened at their reactions. “Don’t mind them. They are just a bunch of stuck-up purebloods.” Scorpius soothed the clueless boy.

“You are one of them, Scorpius.” Albus grinned to his best friend who rolled his eyes. “That’s not the point and you know it.” Scorpius remarked as Kim Dokja watched their playful banter. His mind processed the fact that purebloods are quite snobbish. Yoo Joonghyuk seemed different though. Sure, he radiates those sophisticated and elegant aura of a noble yet he doesn’t act like a snob but a gentleman instead.

“Joonghyuk, Yoo.” Kim Dokja was snapped out of his musing when Yoo Joonghyuk’s name was called out and his focus was directed to the apathetic boy who climbed up the stool with a blank face. “By the way, when you first years came in, I saw you trailing after Yoo Joonghyuk. Are you close with him?” Scorpius asked, curiosity glinted in his grey eyes.

“I guess so? He is quite friendly despite his face.” Kim Dokja joked, yet the two boys’ faces were unmoved. “Hah! Who would’ve thought. The prince of the Yoo’s Family is close with a Slytherin and Muggle-born of all people.” A girl nearby with Kim Dokja sneered at him.

Kim Dokja frowned at her condescending tone but he didn’t say anything although he was puzzled by how she called Yoo Joonghyuk of all people, a prince. “You seem confused.” A sympathetic smile graced on Scorpius’ lips.

“Yoo Joonghyuk is the sole heir of the Yoo’s Family. They are the oldest and richest pureblood family in Asia. They migrated to Britain when their ancestors married a pureblood family here. There is a rumour that they have the blood of royalty a thousand years ago back in their country. That is why he is sometimes called as a prince.” Scorpius explained while tapping his fingers on the table.

Kim Dokja’s brows curved unknowingly. Blood of royalty? Now that is something since most of the blood or royals are rare to be seen in Korea. After all, it had been years since Korea was ruled by democracy.

“All of their family members are Aurors. Ah, Auror is a highly trained law enforcement official for magical governments.” Scorpius quickly clarified when Kim Dokja’s puzzled face met him. Kim Dokja nodded, filing away that fact. “Their family is very ferocious and notorious for having incomparable talent in dueling. And their family members are usually sorted into…” Scorpius grimaced, not wanting to burst this child’s innocence soon.

“Into a house that is not compatible with ours.” Korean flowed out from a boy with silver hair and golden eyes as he sat close to Kim Dokja. The older boy had a gentle smile as he looked at Kim Dokja. “Sung Hyunjae. Third year.” Kim Dokja inclined his head automatically.

“Polite child, aren’t you?” Mirth danced within those golden eyes. “What do you mean by not compatible with ours? What sort of house is that?” Kim Dokja tilted his head to the Korean boy in confusion. “You know Korean, Sung?” Albus piped up after Sung Hyunjae smiled at him. “Why wouldn’t I? I am Korean although I don’t look like it.” Sung Hyunjae replied smoothly before focusing on Kim Dokja.

“There is a rivalry between the houses in Hogwarts. And the worst rivalry is between Gryffindor and Slytherin.” Sung Hyunjae twined his elegant fingers together, resting his chin on his hands. “You know what I mean, don’t you? You are a clever child after all.” Sung Hyunjae smiled with eyes closed that didn’t look sincere at all.

Kim Dokja’s body was riddled with goosebumps and his brown eyes immediately latched on Yoo Joonghyuk’s figure. Time slowed down as their eyes met. Yoo Joonghyuk’s face was unreadable as ever while his black eyes glistened with icy glint. The mouth of the sorting hat opened, roaring out the name of a house that will change their lives. For the better or worse, who knows?

“GRYFFINDOR!”

Chapter Text

“You don’t have any appetite?” Albus asked the stunned boy who had a dazed face as he picked at his food. “Hey. Are you alright?” Scorpius inquired in concern when Albus’ question was ignored. Kim Dokja blinked and nodded with a feigned smile.

“I’m just fine.” Kim Dokja spooned a mashed potato inside of his mouth. Sung Hyunjae’s words rang in his mind. His brown eyes glanced at the older boy sitting beside him who was sipping on his soup elegantly. Maybe he’s a pureblood too? He radiates the same aura as Yoo Joonghyuk but more refined. 

“Hm? Do you want some?” Sung Hyunjae smiled at Kim Dokja who shook his head. The feast flashed by so quickly that Kim Dokja found himself in a dungeon which ironically is a dormitory for Slytherin.

He headed up to his room and stood near a window that only showed murky water. It looked like this dormitory was placed under the Black Lake. How scary. “Ah! You’re my roommate?” Accented English came upon his ears and Kim Dokja was faced by an Asian boy with black hair and brown eyes, a friendly smile curled on his lips.

“I am Han Yoojin. First year.” Kim Dokja’s surprise couldn’t be described as the boy waved at him. “I am Kim Dokja. First year as well.” Delight shimmered in the boy’s brown eyes. “A Korean! Nice to meetcha!” The boy grinned as he sat on one of the beds, switching to his mother tongue with ease.

A red-haired boy then came into the room as they chatted leisurely. His russet eyes were bored but he still bowed to the other boys. “Hello. I am Cale Henituse.” His figure was slouched although he still retained a dignified persona. “Henituse Family? The richest pureblood’s household in the western side of Europe?” Han Yoojin tilted his head, brown eyes glimmered with knowledge.

Cale merely nodded. “You’re from the Han’s Family. The most famous half-blood family dabbled in monster rearing.” “Hey, they are no monsters! They are cute beasts.” Han Yoojin laughed lightly. Their eyes landed on Kim Dokja. “Sorry. I don’t come from a famous family. I am a Muggle-born you see.” Kim Dokja smiled apologetically while shrugging.

“Who cares about blood.” Cale’s brows furrowed as Han Yoojin nodded in agreement. “I want to ask your name.” He continued with an unbothered expression. Flustered, Kim Dokja told the red-haired boy his name. “Ah, you’re a Korean.” Cale hummed understandingly. 

“Are you close to the Yoo’s? Everyone saw you tagging along Yoo Joonghyuk.” Han Yoojin laid himself on the bed after he changed into pajamas. Kim Dokja sighed soundlessly. “I don’t even know he comes from a famous pureblood family. We accidentally met each other in Ollivanders and on the train. That’s all. We’re acquaintances, I can say. Maybe not after this.” Kim Dokja muttered the last part under his breath.  

“Is he that famous? Everyone keeps asking me about him.” Kim Dokja settled in his bed as the other two boys focused their attention on him. “Oh, you don’t even know the half of it. He’s a golden child. The perfect pureblood. A gifted one, people say. The pureblood society is crazy about him.” Han Yoojin rolled his eyes.

“I’ve heard the same thing.” Cale nonchalantly added. “And now he’s in Gryffindor. The road of success will be laid out on his feet.” The red-haired boy added, yawning as he covered his mouth. Kim Dokja quieted. “Is the rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin that bad?” His question caused the two boys to glance at each other.

“Yeah. We have friendly rivalry with other houses but these two are the worst. No one knows why. It had been that way for years. Slytherin is also called the House of the Dark Wizards. Maybe we are the most hated house because we are cunning and ambitious.” Han Yoojin said flatly.

“But being ambitious is not bad, right?” Kim Dokja wrinkled his brows. “Of course not.” Cale scoffed as he crossed his arms. “Slytherin may produce dark wizards but that doesn’t mean all of us are evil.” Cale uttered factually.

Kim Dokja mulled about what they said the entire night.

“This is the first year’s schedule.” Cale handed them a piece of parchment as owls flew around them, handing parcels and newspapers to the students. Dream didn’t bring him anything and only pecked for food before flying away back to his nest.

Kim Dokja and Han Yoojin abandoned their breakfast in favor of reading the schedule. The three roommates got close after a conversation last night. Cale and Han Yoojin also didn’t mind Kim Dokja asking questions and wizarding terms that he didn’t understand.

“Most of our classes are with Gryffindor.” A nearby first year boy groaned in disgust. Kim Dokja frowned. Seriously, they take things too far with the rivalry. “Yo, Yoojin.” A feminine voice greeted Han Yoojin. A girl with short bob black hair and beauty mole waved casually to both Kim Dokja and Cale while sucking on a sweet.

“Ah, everyone. Meet my cousin, Han Sooyoung.” The same silver and green tie adorned her robe. “She’s a first year too. Do you want to come with us to the class, Sooyoung-ah?” The girl shrugged, slinging a bag across her shoulder.

“Sooyoung, these are my roommates. Cale Henituse and Kim Dokja.” Han Sooyoung’s dark eyes gazed at Kim Dokja who smiled shyly at her. An amused smile crept on her lips, finding the boy’s timid behavior adorable. “Nice to meet you.” She said before repeating it in Korean to Kim Dokja who smiled back at her.

“So, the first period is Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall.” Han Yoojin noted as they left the Great Hall together after finishing their breakfast. “Professor McGonagall still teaches? I thought she is a headmistress.” Kim Dokja blinked in shock.

“Being a headmistress is quite boring too, you know. Just sitting around and doing nothing. I heard she used to be the Head of Gryffindor but Professor Longbottom took over her position.” Kim Dokja nodded understandingly at Han Yoojin’s explanation.

They came into their classroom. A few students were already seated and it was clear the rivalry had begun since there was a distinguished line between the two houses. Kim Dokja furrowed his brows.

“How childish.” He muttered, plopping into a vacant seat nearby his fellow house members. Students came trickling in and someone sat beside Kim Dokja. Kim Dokja was so immersed in his reading that he missed the students’ whispers of astonishment and gasps of incredulousness.

“Penny for your thoughts?” A familiar monotonous voice echoed beside him. Kim Dokja’s body jolted, hand slamming shut the Transfiguration textbook he was holding. He stiffly turned his head to the side only to find a pair of black eyes boring holes to his own brown eyes.

“Yoo Joonghyuk!” Kim Dokja blurted out in a high-pitched voice, not expecting the other boy’s presence. Yoo Joonghyuk shifted his eyes, glancing at Kim Dokja’s fellow house members, nodding to them and remained quiet.

Kim Dokja sent a silent emergency signal to his so-called family in Hogwarts. The three of them glanced at each other before simultaneously broke into amused smirks and didn’t bother to offer any help at all. 

Some family you are! Kim Dokja screamed internally. “Why are you sitting here, Joonghyuk? You’re not going to sit with you know… your housemate?” Kim Dokja fidgeted with his quill, messing and smoothing the feather to hide his unease. Yoo Joonghyuk looked at him with those goddamned void-like eyes.

“Are you uncomfortable with me?” Kim Dokja stiffened and shook his head immediately. “No! Not at all!” Kim Dokja denied, missing Yoo Joonghyuk’s smug and satisfied glint that flashed across his eyes momentarily. Yet, Kim Dokja’s house members noticed it.

“Oho.” Han Sooyoung’s lips stretched into a Cheshire cat smile, popping another lemon-flavored candy inside her mouth. “Ho…” Cale’s lips twitched understandingly. “Hah. I can feel a soap opera incoming in the future.” Han Yoojin pressed his knuckles to his temple yet his desire to laugh at this unexpected development overwhelmed other matters.

Professor McGonagall came striding in, emerald robe swishing before stopping on her tracks for a moment when she saw something out of ordinary that hadn't happened in her class for years. Or maybe the first time too.    

She didn’t say anything and just did a roll call as she usually did like a Gryffindor sitting beside a Slytherin willingly is not a big issue at all. The class started and soon Kim Dokja’s attention was solely focused on the lesson.

“So many things to do.” Han Yoojin groaned, resting his head on the table of the Great Hall. They were having lunch currently. Cale ate his lunch, not rushing at all as he looked at the fellow members of his house, especially Kim Dokja who still had his nose buried in another book.

“The book is still there even if the world burns down, Dokja. Better you eat first.” Cale said calmly, forking a piece of meat into his mouth. Han Sooyoung snatched his book in irritation, seeing the other boy didn’t hear what Cale just said.

“Hey! I am still reading that, Han Sooyoung!” Kim Dokja frowned at the brash girl who scoffed and tucked the book onto her lap. “Eat.” She said, jabbing a fork on a sandwich threateningly.

Kim Dokja gulped when he saw Han Sooyoung’s fierce eyes and obliged her order obediently. “What is next? Potions, right?” Han Yoojin inquired, nibbling on his own sandwich. “Yeah. With Gryffindor.” Han Sooyoung’s dark eyes trailed to Kim Dokja who went rigid unexpectedly. The other two boys did the same as well.

“So, a little birdie told me that a prince sat next to his consort.” A smooth, mischievous voice echoed as a familiar figure of an older boy slid next to Kim Dokja who sat beside Han Yoojin. “Ah, Hyunjae-ssi. Hello.” Kim Dokja bowed to the older boy.

The boy’s golden eyes latched on Han Yoojin who automatically scowled at him. “Our Han Yoojin do not want to greet me? Woe me.” Sung Hyunjae sighed dramatically. Kim Dokja turned to Han Yoojin, puzzled by the third year’s familiarity.

“An acquaintance.” Han Yoojin said flatly at Kim Dokja’s bewildered face. “I am hurt, Yoojin-ssi. I thought our relationship is much more than acquaintances.” Sung Hyunjae placed his elegant fingers on his chest, feigning hurt expressions that weren't sincere at all. 

The other first years’ brows quirked questioningly except for Han Sooyoung who merely snorted. “Hello, Han Sooyoung-ssi.” Sung Hyunjae greeted her with a smile as Han Sooyoung lazily waved at him. “Our families are merely business partners. There is no relationship between us, Sung Hyunjae-ssi.” Han Yoojin smiled sweetly.

“Sorry for interrupting but what do you mean by what you said earlier, Hyunjae-ssi?” Kim Dokja quickly cut in to avoid being squeezed in the middle of their banter. Sung Hyunjae’s light brows curved knowingly as a teasing smile curled on his lips.

“A Gryffindor Prince sitting next to a Muggle-born Slytherin? It makes for a good gossip.” Kim Dokja choked on his pumpkin juice, truly not expecting that bit. A napkin appeared before his eyes, handed by Cale whose nose wrinkled in displeasure. “Thanks, Cale.” Kim Dokja wheezed as Sung Hyunjae continued to laugh.

Rumour travels fast, dammit.

Kim Dokja could feel the hairs on his nape rising. He rubbed his nape in discomfort, lowering his head even more. The girl beside him stared at him in mild amusement. “I can feel someone's boring holes on me.” She said calmly, switching to Korean effortlessly as her nut brown eyes locked on the figure of their Potions Master – Namgung Minyoung.

“I am so sorry, Jung Heewon-ssi. I just kinda panicked and dragged someone over without thinking.” Kim Dokja whispered softly to the Gryffindor girl who coincidentally shares the same nationality as his. “You can call me Heewon.” Jung Heewon’s lips tugged into a half-teasing and sympathetic smile.

It was true. The moment Yoo Joonghyuk stepped into their Potions’ class and their eyes met, Kim Dokja’s mind short-circuited and he just grabbed someone nearby to be his seatmate. It’s an utter coincidence that the one he accidentally grabbed is someone from Gryffindor.

Kim Dokja was pretty grateful that the girl didn’t kick up a fuss or have those disgusted eyes on him just because he is from Slytherin. She was rather understanding of his circumstances and she was pretty delighted to find another Korean so it’s a win-win situation for both of them.

Ugh, what a mess.

Since then, Kim Dokja always found ways to avoid Yoo Joonghyuk. And by doing so, he found a few people he could call as his friends. His roommates – Han Yoojin, Cale Henituse, and Han Sooyoung from his own house. Since Kim Dokja is a Muggle-born and it is rare for one to be sorted into Slytherin, he was ostracized by his own house quite terribly. It was a relief that Albus and Scorpius are very thoughtful of him and never excluded him from anything.

As for Sung Hyunjae… well, that is another matter and the third year is someone who found amusement in Kim Dokja’s plight. But he is caring in his own way and always making sure not to cross any boundaries that will create discomfort for Kim Dokja so he is still in Kim Dokja’s good graces.

There is Jung Heewon. His partner from Potions who is very playful and loves to tease Kim Dokja all the time. He also found a good friend from Hufflepuff who are Koreans as well – Lee Hyunsung and Choi Han.

It turns out that Choi Han is an aide from the Henituse’s family. His official title is a knight, according to the customs of Henituse’s household. He is very loyal to Cale, always appearing whenever Cale needs something and it seems like Cale is fond with him too despite his stoic face.

As for the other Hufflepuff, Kim Dokja knew Lee Hyunsung because the boy is the only one who was kind enough to be his partner during Herbology with Professor Longbottom. Cale was snatched away by Han Yoojin and Han Sooyoung at that time paired up with another girl in Slytherin which she regretted because the girl kept on trash talking Kim Dokja.

The girl had been absent for the few next classes and no one knows the reason why. And if Han Sooyoung looked very happy with that fact, well, it is just that.

Anyway, Kim Dokja was left alone that day, faced by snickers from his own house and guilty faces of his friends when kind and gentle Lee Hyunsung approached him. He was truly grateful for Lee Hyunsung because God knows that Kim Dokja would rather eat the soil before asking other people to be his partner. He is still shy around strangers. Not to mention Lee Hyunsung’s large frame scared him at that time. They became good friends and Lee Hyunsung is his partner for Herbology until now.

There are also Yoo Sangah and Lee Seolhwa from Ravenclaw. They met in the library when Kim Dokja ran away from Yoo Joonghyuk during lunch when the other boy walked up to him with a determined face. He just ducked into the library, took a random book and sat between the two girls, head lowered enough that his nose brushed on the page.

Yoo Sangah and Lee Seolhwa were taken aback at first but seeing Kim Dokja’s anxious face, they in turn let him be. After 15 minutes, Kim Dokja was brave enough to lift his head, sighing out in relief that he was safe only to be startled that he was seated in the middle of two girls.

Absolutely mortified and embarrassed, he babbled apologies to the two, unconsciously slipping into Korean which delighted the two because both of them are the only Korean students in Ravenclaw. Since then, they became friends who bonded over books in the library.

All in all, avoiding Yoo Joonghyuk made Kim Dokja befriend other people and maybe that is a good thing. It had been 2 weeks and Yoo Joonghyuk already stopped his advances which put him at ease.

“Dokja! Hurry up! Our first flying lesson is upcoming!” Han Yoojin hollered in excitement. Kim Dokja had a giddy smile as well. “Who are we with again?” Cale asked, brushing away his wandering red fringes coolly. “Gryffindor.” Han Sooyoung said with a smirk to Kim Dokja who automatically grimaced.

Good Lord. 

Kim Dokja thought.

He loves the feeling of flying, truly. It made him feel free and something that he would enjoy in his free time but maybe not now as he slipped from his broom and was plummeting to the ground. Maybe I will break my neck? Or even worse. It’s about 20 feet after all . Kim Dokja morbidly mused as wind whistled ominously around him as he plunged to his probable death.

Kim Dokja could hear Madam Hooch’s urgent shout as she whipped her wand. Kim Dokja was expecting pain but it didn’t come when his waist was snatched rather roughly in the air. He yelped when his face slammed into a chest while his leg banged against the broom, causing it to spiral out of control.

Yet, his savior remained composed and handled the broom expertly, slowing down their momentum as they headed to the ground. Both of them tumbled to the ground and Kim Dokja muffled his scream when he landed on his feet wrongly. Pain shot up to his entire nerves as his vision whited out.

“–Dokja. Kim Dokja, you fool! Snap out of it!” A monotonous voice which tinged with unfamiliar concern reached his ears. Kim Dokja’s head lolled weakly as the other boy held his pained body gingerly. “Ouch…” Kim Dokja mumbled as a pair of black eyes narrowed to slits at his nonchalant reaction.

“You are delirious.” Yoo Joonghyuk uttered as other students gathered close to them. Madam Hooch shooed them away to make some space for the two. “I will send him to the Hospital Wing. Can someone help me– “ “I will do it.” Yoo Joonghyuk immediately cut in, hands hooking beneath Kim Dokja’s knees as he hoisted him on his back.

Despite Kim Dokja being taller than Yoo Joonghyuk by a few inches, the Gryffindor easily carried him without stumbling all over his feet. Madam Hooch’s brilliant yellow eyes blinked, surprised by the interaction between the two most famous rival houses yet she remained professional.

“Alright. Let’s go. The rest of you stay here. If I see a broom in the air, you will return to your home before you can even say Quidditch.” Her firm voice grounded the students as she ushered the two to the Hospital Wing.

“Wow. He’s desperate.” Han Sooyoung snickered as Cale, Han Yoojin and Jung Heewon stood close to each other. All three of them were brought together by Kim Dokja and since they are not the type to care about house rivalry, they hit off just fine.

“Did you see the way he sent daggers with his eyes at us?” Jung Heewon smirked as all of them laughed, in Cale’s case, he merely chuckled. Cale and Han Yoojin actually wanted to help Kim Dokja to Hospital Wing and they almost ran to their roommate when the two landed on the ground with the intention to aid their friend.

Yet they stopped at their tracks when Yoo Joonghyuk stared harshly at them, hands tightening around Kim Dokja’s feeble body like he was laying a claim on the Slytherin. When Yoo Joonghyuk volunteered to help Kim Dokja, he sent off razor-sharp glare to Kim Dokja’s friends, telling them to stay away as he hoisted Kim Dokja onto his back, gentle and careful as he walked so that he wouldn’t jostle the delirious boy.

“Kim Dokja, you poor guy.” Han Yoojin shook his head with a rueful smile. To attract the attention of someone with the temperament of a prince, what a rotten luck he has.  

“Why are you avoiding me?” Kim Dokja winced under Yoo Joonghyuk’s cold gaze, fingers fidgeting with the blanket. Madam Pomfrey had shoved a vial of potion down his throat which was bitter by the way, straightening his twisted ankle as well and now left him to rest. Not that Yoo Joonghyuk let him.

“I–I don’t. What are you talking about?” Kim Dokja averted his eyes awkwardly as Yoo Joonghyuk crossed his arms, black eyes digging deep into his temple like he was trying to jinx Kim Dokja using only his mind.

Silence.

“Do you not want to be my friend?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked softly, disappointed by the Slytherin’s desperation to avoid him. It agitated Yoo Joonghyuk when Kim Dokja acted that way. He is someone that Yoo Joonghyuk can be comfortable with and it’s easy to talk with Kim Dokja because he doesn’t need to keep up the pretense of being a perfect pureblood.

To be avoided by such desperation and not even wanting to hold eye-contact with him… Yoo Joonghyuk was actually hurt. “No! Of course not!” Kim Dokja snapped his head, exclaiming loudly. The two of them stared at each other, surprised by Kim Dokja’s sudden outburst.

The Muggle-born shifted in embarrassment, head lowered as he twisted his fingers anxiously. “It’s just… I heard that Gryffindor and Slytherin do not get along well because the rivalry is very intense. That’s why…” Kim Dokja’s voice trailed off, guilt coated his voice.

“You seem to be fine with Jung Heewon.” Yoo Joonghyuk pointed out dryly. Kim Dokja grimaced as silence once again made its appearance. Yoo Joonghyuk opened his mouth after contemplating for a while. “Is it because I’m a pureblood from the Yoo’s Family?” Seeing Kim Dokja flinched, Yoo Joonghyuk knew he hit the mark. Kim Dokja squirmed uncomfortably as he muttered under his breath.

“I’m just a Muggle-born. Someone of your standing, especially from a famous pureblood family should stay away from–“ “You fool.”

Kim Dokja blinked owlishly at Yoo Joonghyuk who released a long-suffering sigh. “I thought you are not stupid as you look– “ “Hey!” “–but you’re still foolish.” Kim Dokja shut his mouth when Yoo Joonghyuk frowned at him. The frown was not out of anger but exasperation.

“I don’t care of things like those.” Yoo Joonghyuk said firmly as Kim Dokja gawked at him. His jaws slackened as he gulped in difficulty. “Why… why do you want to be my friend so much?” Kim Dokja couldn’t help but ask. Yoo Joonghyuk’s face didn’t falter.

“I want to be your friend. Isn’t that enough for a reason?”

Ah . The tips of Kim Dokja’s ears pinked as he bit his lower lip to hide his blooming smile, eyes grew teary at the other boy’s simple declaration. Never in his life someone chases after him so relentlessly just to be his friend. It gave Kim Dokja’s jittery feelings.

“Okay. I will be your friend.” Kim Dokja said after exhaling slowly and rearranging his thoughts as he lifted his head and finally looked at Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes. Those void-like orbs glimmered exotically as Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips curved into an approving smile.

“Good.”

“By the way, Dokja.” Han Yoojin nibbled on a warm roll as he eyed the other boy who had another book in his hold, nose buried in his fluffy white scarf. December came upon them so fast and the Christmas feast before the break had begun. “Yes, Yoojin?” Kim Dokja hummed, flipping to the next page.

“Are you going home for Christmas?” Han Yoojin asked as he watched his friend nodding with a soft noise. “Eat first, Kim Dokja.” Alberu, an acquaintance of Cale reprimanded the younger boy. Alberu Crossman is in the same year as Sung Hyunjae and has the blood of royalty flowing in him. He is a half-blood yet is still respected since the influence and networking of his household is incredibly extensive.

Kim Dokja met Alberu when the older boy helped him when he was struggling to finish his History of Magic homework. His roommates had gone to sleep early that night and he couldn’t enter the girls’ dormitory to ask Han Sooyoung now, couldn’t he?

Kim Dokja was still confused with the History of Magic as the terms were difficult for him to comprehend. Alberu found him scribbling away in the middle of night, trying to create a 2 length and 15 inches essay of Emeric the Evil.

Kim Dokja was close to tears when he couldn’t find more information or elaborate more explanation. He only got 2 more inches to finish the homework but his muddled brain wouldn’t cooperate with him and he was getting tired. Alberu who coincidentally saw him scrubbing on his fatigued eyes took a glance at his homework and proceeded to offer some advice.

Alberu’s explanation was easy to understand and he was patient enough to guide the clueless Kim Dokja to do his homework. After Kim Dokja was done, he literally passed out on the armchair in the common room, too exhausted to get into his room.

When Kim Dokja woke up the next day, he was lying on a couch, a blanket draped on his body and his head nestled comfortably on a fluffy pillow.

Since then, both of them are in cordial relationship and sometimes Alberu tutors him along with Sung Hyunjae who is surprisingly adept in Defense of Against Dark Arts. His friends tag along sometimes and it was amusing to see Cale who is usually stoic having an insincere smile as he continuously annoyed Alberu with his glib tongue while Sung Hyunjae and Han Yoojin had their own banter. Han Sooyoung is still the same and she’s the only one who is not distracted in their studying. Alberu and Scorpius once in a while join them and it is enjoyable.

Kim Dokja is confident to say that he is enjoying his life in Hogwarts. He couldn’t wait to go back and meet his mother for Christmas. It’s the first time they celebrate it together after all (without his father although that wasn’t included because smashed soju bottle near his head and cigarettes thrown on his mother is not a good celebration–)

Kim Dokja shook his head and closed his book. There is no need to remember that. It's already over anyway. He reached out for a roll to relieve his hunger as he listened to his friends’ chatter with a peaceful smile.

“Kim Dokja.” The Slytherin raised his head, a puff of cold air appeared when he exhaled. He bid his friends farewell as he jogged over to Yoo Joonghyuk who was waiting for his butler to pick him up. “Hey.” Kim Dokja smiled at Gryffindor, swiping away his wandering fringes from his eyes.

Their relationship had gotten better after all the flying fiasco. If the students see them going everywhere together – Slytherin and Gryffindor, it’s not a weird occurrence now since they are stuck to each other’s hips.

Yoo Joonghyuk had gathered numerous attention ever since he stepped into Hogwarts. His magic skills are not surprising at all. He learns quickly and can easily execute difficult spells like he is used to them. Even his brewing skills despite the Yoo’s Family not dabbling in potions is masterful as well.

A protagonist’s halo. A cheat. Kim Dokja thought with a disgruntled huff.

What Kim Dokja didn’t know is that his fame is well-deserved and not only because he is close with Yoo Joonghyuk. In their year, the only one who can keep up with Yoo Joonghyuk’s insanely-quick developing pace in magic is Kim Dokja. He is the only one on par with the pureblood despite him being a Muggle-born.

It pleased Yoo Joonghyuk greatly to find a friend and a rival who can keep him on his toes while at the same time is kind and comfortable to have a conversation with.

“Is your mother here?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked idly as Kim Dokja shook his head. “Here. It may be too late or early, whatever. But I want to give it to you.” Kim Dokja shoved a hastily wrapped package to Yoo Joonghyuk who quirked his brows.

“This is supposed to be your birthday gift but I don’t know when it is so I thought I will give it to you before Christmas.” Kim Dokja coughed to hide his embarrassment when Yoo Joonghyuk stared at him. “Hey! Don’t open it here!” Kim Dokja squawked when the other boy unwrapped the package, disregarding Kim Dokja’s attempts to snatch back the present he had given.

Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips twitched. It’s a book. Quidditch Through the Ages. As expected of Kim Dokja. “You seem like a sports kind of guy so I thought you will be interested…” Kim Dokja’s voice trailed off as he blushed. “It’s doable.” Yoo Joonghyuk said and pulled off his gloves, ignoring the chilly air as he took Kim Dokja’s hands, slipping them to his pale hands.

“What?” Kim Dokja blinked, startled by the motion. “August 3 rd .” Yoo Joonghyuk uttered. Kim Dokja by now knew Yoo Joonghyuk’s Language. It’s his birthday. “Ah, mine is February 15 th .” He said as he rubbed the warm gloves together, relishing on its high-quality material and warmth.

Yoo Joonghyuk’s brows gave a sudden lurch. “You are… older than me.” He said flatly as Kim Dokja smiled victoriously. “Yep. By the way, what’s with these gloves?” Kim Dokja waved his gloved hands as Yoo Joonghyuk stuffed his hands into the pockets of the coat he was wearing coolly.

“You look cold.” Was Yoo Joonghyuk’s only reply. Kim Dokja’s cheeks warmed at the nonchalant response. “You still didn’t give me a Christmas gift. This doesn’t count.” Trying to shift the subject, Kim Dokja smiled coyly at the Gryffindor. “Obviously.” Yoo Joonghyuk retorted.

“Dokja-ya!” Kim Dokja turned and saw his mother waving at him. From the opposite side of him, he could see Bihyung walking in their direction as well. Time to go then. He faced Yoo Joonghyuk who gazed at him with an indescribable look. “Well, then. Bye and see you after break.” Kim Dokja smiled as he tucked his scarf neatly.

“Hey.” At the sudden call, he glanced at Yoo Joonghyuk.

“Merry Christmas, Kim Dokja.”

Kim Dokja’s lips parted slightly before forming a genuine yet small smile that reached his eyes. Yoo Joonghyuk’s face softened as well.

“Merry Christmas, Yoo Joonghyuk.”

Chapter Text

“You are signing up for your Quidditch team?” Kim Dokja tilted his head, book laid motionlessly on his lap as Yoo Joonghyuk who leant against a tree’s bark nodded. They were currently at Hogwarts’ courtyard, sitting under the tree to enjoy their free period. Everyone stayed clear from that spot after the famous peculiar duo claimed that place as theirs. It’s an unsaid thing in Hogwarts and the duo know of this so they took advantage of it.  

“You don’t?” Yoo Joonghyuk curved his brows. They are entering their second year now and for the former first years Quidditch maniacs, it means that they can finally do try outs for their respective houses’ Quidditch teams for the first time. 

“No. After that flying lesson in our first year, I am not that fond of flying.” Kim Dokja uttered flatly as he took out his wand and set his book beside him, picking up several small stones. “ Avifors .” He murmured and the stones transformed into small white birds that teetered noisily, flapping their wings around Kim Dokja’s head.

Yoo Joonghyuk observed him thoughtfully. Kim Dokja’s quick learning of magic never ceases to amaze him. They just learnt that spell this morning too. “You already mastered that spell?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked, pulling out his wand and doing the same spell. The black birds chirped and joined the white birds flock. The two colors clashed but etched an enchanting view as well before scattering to the blue sky. Some of them pecked on the ground, looking for food as Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja watched them silently.

“It’s quite easy.” Kim Dokja hummed, twirling his wand absentmindedly. Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips formed a line that edged to mild incredulous and something akin to amusement. The Avifors spell is one of the hardest transfiguration spells in their year to master yet here is Kim Dokja saying that it’s easy to be achieved. Unbelievable. Yoo Joonghyuk once again held his wand and tapped it thrice sharply on one of the birds on the ground before incanting a spell lazily.

“ Vera Verto .” The black bird transformed into a water goblet immediately. Kim Dokja smiled dryly. “How cruel.” He murmured and did the same spell as well on a white bird that took the shape of another water goblet flawlessly. If anyone sees their casual display of doing the hardest spell in a second year like this, most of them will probably get aneurism.

Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips twitched. Kim Dokja is not the type to be deterred easily and he always, always picks up all the challenges Yoo Joonghyuk throws at him. It made Yoo Joonghyuk feel so alive.

Kim Dokja pointed at his water goblet, sweeping his wand from right to left smoothly. “ Aguamenti .” A sprout of water gushed out from his wand, trickling out as the water dropped into his goblet. Kim Dokja raised his eyebrows to Yoo Joonghyuk, lips curled into a teasing smile as his brown eyes gleamed playfully.

Yoo Joonghyuk scoffed and did the same spell easily, filling up his water goblet with clear water. Kim Dokja clinked their goblets together. “Cheers.” He etched a coy grin, sipping on the water with a soft hum. Yoo Joonghyuk stared at Kim Dokja who lifted his brow questioningly. “Where did you learn that spell?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked as Kim Dokja placed down his goblet on the ground gingerly.

“I read it briefly in Books of Charms and Spells during lunch.” Kim Dokja answered honestly. Yoo Joonghyuk quirked his brows with a thoughtful hum. “It was said that it’s a N.E.W.T. level spell.” Kim Dokja shrugged languidly. Yoo Joonghyuk’s left brow twitched. He is a Muggle-born with only a year and half of experience in magic yet he succeeds so easily in handling magic compared to the half-bloods and purebloods in their year. Kim Dokja is very gifted. No wonder the Headmistress of Hogwarts herself showed up on his doorstep all the way back in Korea to have him at Hogwarts.   

“We should go. I have History of Magic after this with Ravenclaw.” Kim Dokja brushed his bottom as he got up before glancing down to the water goblets. Yoo Joonghyuk followed his brown eyes with his black orbs and waved his wand. “ Evanesco .” His water goblet disappeared silently. He tilted his head to the side, black eyes flashing in a way only Kim Dokja knew, daring him to do the same.

“Show off.” Kim Dokja uttered with a pout before flicking his wand while reciting the incantation which yielded the same result. An approved glint glimmered in Yoo Joonghyuk’s black orbs as they walked together to the castle while chatting leisurely.

Some of the students who watched their casual high-skill display of magic from afar only shook their heads in disbelief and awe.  

Kim Dokja stirred his potion according to the instructions. Nice. It turned out better than he thought. A smile curled on his lips as he watched his potions turned to green. “No, Heewon. You have to stir it anti-clockwise.” Kim Dokja corrected, grasping her wrist and turning it the other way round. “Honestly, you’re a lifesaver, Dokja. I swear I can’t pass this class if you are not here saving my grades.” Jung Heewon huffed, face lined with sweats.

“No touching. It’s dangerous.” Yoo Joonghyuk said blandly from the other table. “She’s not good with potions anyway. Why do you still insist to her as a partner when you can have me instead?” Annoyance coloured Yoo Joonghyuk’s face, sentences getting longer when he was irked.

“Are you still going on about that, huh, Yoo Joonghyuk?” Jung Heewon glared at her fellow house member. “Obviously.” Yoo Joonghyuk uttered flatly while holding his crushed Wartcap powder. Kim Dokja sighed as he added crushed Wartcap powder in pestle into his cauldron and stirred it clockwise until his potion turned red. “Stop arguing.” He said, tapping his wand and murmured the Flame-Freezing Charm for his Fire Protection Potion.

Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja were the earliest to finish and at the same time too. They earned an approved nod from Professor Namgung. The two of them watched the rest of their classmates struggled to finish the potion with apathetic eyes from Yoo Joonghyuk and observant eyes from Kim Dokja. “Cale. Did you forget to put salamander blood?” Kim Dokja pointed out as an irritated Cale had his russet eyes trained on his potions with a sour look when it didn’t turn into green and stayed blue.

“Ah, I guess.” Cale realized his mistake and dripped some blood into the potions and stirred it anti-clockwise like Jung Heewon did. The potions turned green immediately. Cale curled a small but grateful smile to Kim Dokja who merely smiled back to him before immersing himself into his book once more.

Yoo Joonghyuk sat beside him since they were sitting away from the work table and on one of the vacant seats nearby. He closed his eyes as he crossed his arms, ears listening to Kim Dokja’s steady breath, flipping pages and hisses from the cauldrons.

The class proceeded with minor explosions and a few accidents but all went well.

“Why should I go?” Kim Dokja asked incredulously as he gazed at his friends and seniors. “Well, don’t you want to see your boyfriend doing try outs?” Sung Hyunjae smiled teasingly, mirth danced in his golden eyes as Han Yoojin rolled his eyes. Alberu shook his head at Sung Hyunjae’s remark exasperatedly. “First, he’s not my boyfriend and I do want to see the try outs. But isn't it weird to have a Slytherin in a Gryffindor try outs?” Kim Dokja uttered in exasperation.

“Meh. Not if it’s you.” Han Sooyoung waved her lollipop with a devilish grin. “And stop denying it already. Yoo Joonghyuk is your boyfriend.” She added as Kim Dokja glowered at her. “I’m going to hex you.” He muttered but everyone knew it was an empty threat. Kim Dokja is not the type to wave his wand to others, too unbothered for that despite his excellence in magic especially when it comes to his friends.

“Kim Dokja.” Speak of the devil and he shall appear. The Gryffindor who had grown taller by the summer and now only below Kim Dokja’s eye-level, stared coolly at the other Slytherins. There were several curious and contemptuous glances from the snakes but the lion remained undeterred.

“Yoo Joonghyuk.” Sung Hyunjae greeted with an amicable smile as Yoo Joonghyuk nodded to him. Both being Korean pureblood families in Britain, their families are acquaintances and occasionally do business with each other. “Sung Hyunjae.” He greeted back stoically.

“My try outs. Make sure you come.” Yoo Joonghyuk said, hard black eyes gazing at Kim Dokja’s wavering brown eyes. “Ugh, you are so demanding. I’m a Slytherin! I won’t be welcomed there, you fool–“ “I do not care of their measly opinions.” Yoo Joonghyuk added nonchalantly, stuffing his hands to the pockets of his robe. Kim Dokja clicked his mouth shut, eyebrows twitching as Yoo Joonghyuk smiled smugly at him, knowing he won their argument this round. “Saturday morning. I will pick you up.” Yoo Joonghyuk decided.

“There is no need–“ Kim Dokja’s voice was drowned out by Han Sooyoung’s palm who smirked at him. “We will make sure he goes!” She said sweetly as Yoo Joonghyuk nodded. Oh, wow. Ganging up on me when you two don’t even like each other? Kim Dokja sarcastically thought as Yoo Joonghyuk left with a swish of his robe.

“I hate you guys.” Kim Dokja muttered grouchily. “You’re welcome.” His friends and seniors chorused simultaneously, breaking out into chuckles when Kim Dokja glared at them.

 Saturday, huh…

Kim Dokja’s heart almost leapt out of his chest when he left his dormitory only to meet Yoo Joonghyuk who swathed in proper clothes for Quidditch and a black jacket since technically it’s almost winter and the air is frigid while his hand firmly grasping on his well-oiled and expensive broom. Kim Dokja sighed, a mix of exasperation and fondness. “I told you there is no need to pick me up.” He scolded the Gryffindor who just stared at him with those apathetic black eyes.

“A book?” Yoo Joonghyuk’s black orbs zeroed on a book in Kim Dokja’s hold with a frown. “Uh-huh. For me to waste my time away. I came for to watch you, not the others.” Kim Dokja said casually, missing Yoo Joonghyuk’s instant change of expression as he curved a satisfied smile at his remark. “What position are you applying anyway?” Kim Dokja pulled his warm cream cardigan closer as the morning breeze enveloped his body which made him shudder.

“Seeker.” Yoo Joonghyuk replied, black eyes glancing at the shivering boy. “You should wear something warmer.” He reprimanded, taking off his jacket and draping it over his shoulders. Despite Kim Dokja being slightly taller than Yoo Joonghyuk, his frame was engulfed by Yoo Joonghyuk’s jacket. The Gryffindor have broad shoulders so it was given he would drown in Yoo Joonghyuk’s clothes since the Slytherin have narrow shoulders in nature.

“Thanks.” Kim Dokja breathed, nose nuzzling to the jacket and inhaled the scent of Yoo Joonghyuk. A tiny smile curled on Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips, eyes soft and indulging. “Anytime.”

“A Slytherin!”

“A spy maybe?”

“He shouldn’t be here!”

“So noisy.” Kim Dokja sighed, bored brown eyes side-eyeing the other spectators who shut their mouths quickly when the famous Slytherin pulled out his wand, a silent warning for them to stop trash-talking him.

Everyone knows of Kim Dokja’s renowned talent in magic and no one is brave enough to challenge him except for Yoo Joonghyuk who enjoys having someone to rival him in every subject. Besides, Kim Dokja is known to be pacifist and despite him always being subjected to snide and mocks, he never steps so low to take revenge on those who wronged him.

It’s usually his friends who did the deed. Not that Kim Dokja knows, of course.

“Oh, it’s Yoo Joonghyuk’s turn!” A nearby second year girl yelled girlishly as the rest of the spectators focused on Yoo Joonghyuk who stepped out confidently. Kim Dokja noticed that the watchers were here for Yoo Joonghyuk and not for joining the try outs. It amused him actually.

The Seeker trial started. A Golden Snitch was released to the air after Yoo Joonghyuk settled on his broom. Black eyes narrowed in focus and soon he zoomed away. The trial for Seeker is quite easy. The one with the shortest time to catch the Snitch would be the new Seeker.

A loud ring sounded not a few moments after the Snitch was released. “Why would he want me to wait for so long when he can finish it just in a few minutes.” Kim Dokja huffed as he got up, pulling Yoo Joonghyuk’s black jacket close to him. It’s a jaw-dropping new record. 2 minutes and 13 seconds. Yoo Joonghyuk handed the Snitch to his captain – a seventh year boy who gawked at him comically. His name is Pronto Yuga or something, but Kim Dokja didn’t remember.

Yoo Joonghyuk steered his broom to Kim Dokja’s direction, ignoring the girls who squealed at his appearance. His short wavy black hair danced in the air as he twisted side-way to face Kim Dokja, balancing precariously on his broom as he rested his elbow on his knee with a cocky yet boyish grin. “So, what do you think?” It took a great sense of balance to do that but Yoo Joonghyuk’s did it very easily. What a monster . Kim Dokja mused.

Their distance was not that far and if Kim Dokja tip-toed slightly, he could yank Yoo Joonghyuk off his broom and into the standees, not that he did it. Kim Dokja bared a smile to Yoo Joonghyuk – polite yet haughty as he hugged his book to his chest. “Well, that is quite a show.” Kim Dokja said smoothly as they gazed at each other. “Do better later, Joonghyuk.” Kim Dokja smiled brilliantly to the younger boy as he tip-toed, tapping Yoo Joonghyuk’s cheek that began to lose its baby fats.

“Sure.” Yoo Joonghyuk accepted the challenge with an infuriating attractive smirk as he returned to his team. It was official. Yoo Joonghyuk is the new Seeker for Gryffindor team.  

A black owl swooped down, landing before Kim Dokja who raised his hand and fondly stroked its fluffy feathers. “Hello, Plotter.” Yoo Joonghyuk’s black owl with golden eyes – Secretive Plotter, hooted, sticking its leg out as a greeting.

“What a name.” Han Yoojin uttered dryly, focusing on his homework. Kim Dokja chuckled and retrieved a letter tied on Plotter’s leg. “Thank you.” He rubbed Plotter’s head who nuzzled closely to Kim Dokja’s cheek carefully before leaving him with flaps of his wings. Slytherin’s dormitory is in a dungeon so how on earth Yoo Joonghyuk managed to sneak in his owl in here anyway? And how will Plotter return? Well, the owl is as smart as the owner. He will be fine. Kim Dokja shrugged.

“Watch me.” It’s a single letter with two words but Kim Dokja knew what it meant exactly. “Brat.” Kim Dokja shook his head, an amused smile curled on his lips. The awake students around him chattered excitedly for the final Quidditch match. The school still buzzed with Gryffindor’s outstanding matches and Slytherin's cunning wins.

The two houses will meet for a final showdown tomorrow.

“Who are you supporting?” Albus who watched Kim Dokja walking away from a window that displayed murky water of the lake nearby while leaning against a couch in their common room leant in along with Kim Dokja’s friends and other seniors in curiously as Kim Dokja sat on an armchair that unofficially became his. “Isn't it obvious? This traitor of course supports that Gryffindor Prince.” A sixth year pureblood girl who overheard their conversation spat.

Kim Dokja disinterestedly glanced at her. “Better him than my own house who uses dirty tricks.” He said boredly, taking out his book to read. He ignored the sharp inhales around him as his surroundings became colder than before. A soft chuckle slipped out from Sung Hyunjae’s lips but the common room was still filled with silence. His friends and seniors glanced at him but they knew Kim Dokja could handle this all by himself.

“You! You filthy, Muggle-born–!” The pureblood girl shot up, brown locks falling in disarray as she reddened in anger. “At least I didn’t commit incest to prolong my ancestry. Ah, no offense, Scorpius, Hyunjae-ssi.” Kim Dokja nonchalant said, nodding to his seniors who shrugged. “None taken.” Both of them chorused.  

The purebloods around him had hardened eyes, clearly hearing his blatant disrespect of their supreme blood. “You Mudblood–“ A spell hit a fifth year boy who marched to Kim Dokja, a wand with white hilt was casually waved in the air as the boy was thrown backwards, heading to Han Yoojin and Cale who nonchalantly stepped away to avoid the flying boy who crashed to the wall. “A Mudblood, eh? Yes, I am that. I admit it. Yet, even with your pure blood, none of you can beat me.” A cold glint flickered in Kim Dokja’s eyes as an insincere smile curved on his face.

The flickering flames in the common room didn’t provide any warmth as the second year leant against the armchair, once again opening his book. The whole school thought that Kim Dokja is a pacifist but the Slytherin house knew otherwise.

This Muggle-born with silver tongue and sharp mind is more dangerous and ruthless than Yoo Joonghyuk himself.

“Who and where are they?” Yoo Joonghyuk who was cladded in his Quidditch uniform asked coldly to Kim Dokja who hummed, tilting his head up with a small smile. “Whatever do you mean, Joonghyuk?” He grinned, forking a sausage and nibbled on it. Yoo Joonghyuk’s monotonous eyes didn’t hide its embroiling fury.

Kim Dokja sighed and placed down his half-bitten sausage on his plate. His disapproved brown eyes swept to his friends and seniors. “Alright. Who told him?” Han Sooyoung raised her arms when Kim Dokja’s flat stare directed at her. “Guilty as charged.” She sucked on her candy with a Cheshire cat smirk.

“Nothing that I can’t handle. Don’t worry your pretty little mind about it and focus on your match.” Kim Dokja comfortingly patted Yoo Joonghyuk’s arm who furrowed his brows. “Kim Dokja–“ His words were cut off when Kim Dokja unashamedly shoved the half-eaten sausage he had into Yoo Joonghyuk’s mouth, successfully shutting down his concern.

If looks could kill, Kim Dokja would be buried 6 feet under. Yoo Joonghyuk glowered as he chewed on the sausage as his teammates, a Keeper and a Chaser named Song Taewon and Moon Hyuna respectively came upon him, calling him over while nodding to Kim Dokja and his friends along with his seniors.  

“Sup, Director Han!” Moon Hyuna grinned at Han Yoojin who smiled at the older girl. “Hyuna-ssi, I am not a Director yet.” He chuckled. Song Taewon and Moon Hyuna are Han Yoojin’s and Sung Hyunjae’s acquaintances. They have some business relationship going on between their families and something. Not that Kim Dokja cares anyway.

Anyway, both of them are cool with Han Yoojin and Sung Hyunjae being a Slytherin and never bring up the rivalry between the two houses. “By the way, Young Master will be coming to Hogwarts in two years, right?” Moon Hyuna leant in, casually stealing Han Yoojin’s bacon who let her took it. “Yoohyun? Yes, he will.” Han Yoojin had a fond smile on his face as he thought of his little brother – Han Yoohyun.

“Young Master must be overjoyed to be with you again.” Sung Hyunjae’s lips tugged into an unfathomable smile. Han Yoojin feigned a polite smile to Sung Hyunjae and opened his mouth to retort back when he was stopped by Cale who handed him a sandwich, too tired to hear another round of banter.

“We have to go now, Yoo Joonghyuk.” Song Taewon’s voice broke Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja’s silent staring competition. This isn’t over. Yoo Joonghyuk mouthed as he walked away along with his teammates. Kim Dokja snorted, an amused smile curled on his lips.

“Overprotective sunfish.”

“Dokja!” Lee Hyunsung, a kind and gentle Hufflepuff waved to him as they wrestled their way through the crowd. Their friends were already seated there. Choi Han perked up when he saw Cale who nonchalantly greeted his knight and strode to sit next to the Slytherin. “Dokja.” Yoo Sangah smiled sweetly along with Lee Seolhwa who waved at him.

“This is suffocating.” Kim Dokja grimaced. The only reason why he went out to the pitch in the first place was because he was looking forward to watching his own house to be humiliated and another reason was Yoo Joonghyuk would hex him if he misses his final match.

Yoo Joonghyuk is loveable that way.

The match started instantaneously and the disinterested Kim Dokja who never cares about Quidditch couldn’t help but cheering for Yoo Joonghyuk, earning dirty glares from his own house which he didn’t give a damn at.

It’s just 5 minutes in and Yoo Joonghyuk’s keen black eyes already narrowed on its target as he sped his broom, catching a flash of gold nearby with the audience’s standees where Kim Dokja was seated. The Slytherin seeker was hot on his trails and Yoo Joonghyuk glanced behind him.

“—and Yoo caught a sign of a Snitch! He did a roll to shake off Philip from his tail but Philip is persistent, you can give him that! Once again Yoo— wait! OH MY GOD WHAT IS HE DOING?!” The commentator screamed along the audience when Yoo Joonghyuk stood up from his broom, hand stretching out as his monstrous sense of balance kept him grounded on the feeble but sturdy stick.

Kim Dokja’s mouth dropped as he gripped the standees’ railing tightly when Yoo Joonghyuk leapt from his broom, hand snatching the Golden Snitch that was hovering right over Kim Dokja’s head that the Slytherin didn’t notice. Kim Dokja’s eyes widened when Yoo Joonghyuk’s body fell. If he moved away right now, Yoo Joonghyuk would crash to the standees with the speed he was going on and break all of his bones.

“YOO JOONGHYUK YOU LUNATIC!” Kim Dokja yelled as he whipped out his wand quickly, casting a spell to the fallen boy. His momentum was slowed down and Yoo Joonghyuk collided against Kim Dokja who braced for the impact. Both of them groaned as the students around them gave a wide berth to avoid the collision.

“You crazy sunfish! Are you asking for death!” Kim Dokja was tempted to throttle the Gryffindor who laid atop him, head nestled between his neck as splinters and woods scattered around them. Huffs of laughter escaped from Yoo Joonghyuk’s mouth.

Kim Dokja’s temple throbbed as he glared at the younger boy. “Are you seriously laughing right now?” He noticed Yoo Joonghyuk’s body was shaking out of mirth and he shoved the other boy off him. Yoo Joonghyuk got up from him, waving a Snitch that was in his grasp, fluttering desperately to escape from his hand.

“AND YOO CAUGHT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS THE MATCH!”

Roars of joy erupted from the Gryffindors and groans of misery came from the Slytherins broke the tense silence. The celebrating and despairing students missed Yoo Joonghyuk pulling Kim Dokja to stand, hand grabbing Kim Dokja’s wrist and placing a Golden Snitch on his palm.

“Present. I did better, didn’t I?” A smug smirk curled on Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips as Kim Dokja laughed in astonishment at his brazen declaration, remembering the challenge he gave to the Gryffindor during his try outs. “Yeah, you did. You really did, Yoo Joonghyuk.” Kim Dokja, while still in disbelief, complimented the younger boy. 

“Good. I want my reward for my win.” Yoo Joonghyuk crossed his arms, tilting his chin up haughtily. Kim Dokja slowly curved his brows. Well, that’s a first. Both of them never bother to have rewards after challenging the other since it’s just a pass time for them. Oh, well. Yoo Joonghyuk did do something outrageous to win Kim Dokja’s challenge this time so maybe he could indulge his demands once in a while.

“Well, what do you want then?” Kim Dokja asked, brushing away his dusty robe, not too concerned of what Yoo Joonghyuk would ask for since Yoo Joonghyuk never did something that could make him troubled anyway. Yoo Joonghyuk held his arm, black eyes unreadable.

“Let Mia and I stay with your family this Christmas.”

…………

“Uh, sure.”

“So, I heard someone will meet their in-laws.” Han Sooyoung and Sung Hyunjae spotted the same Cheshire cat smiles on their faces as they surrounded Kim Dokja who tugged his black scarf closer to his pale face. 

“Who?” He asked, burying his nose to the black scarf to hide his pinked cheeks at their implication. “Lay him off, you two.” Alberu reprimanded the mischievous duo who only laughed in return. Although he too had a curious glint within his blue eyes as he glanced at Kim Dokja.

“By the way, Dokja. That is Yoo Joonghyuk's scarf, right?” Han Yoojin asked curiously, hand stroking his crimson colored cat named Peace. Everyone immediately whipped their heads to Kim Dokja who stiffened, confirming the unspoken answer.

“Oho. Oho .” Han Sooyoung’s face wasn’t anything good and Dokja could feel all of his nerves firing their alarms to escape from her. “No. Shut up.” Kim Dokja snapped to Han Sooyoung who clicked her mouth shut with a naughty smile.

“You too, Hyunjae-ssi.” Kim Dokja added, glaring at the older boy who raised surrender hands with a playful glimmer within those golden orbs. “Of course. I will pretend I have not seen Yoo Joonghyuk wearing a white scarf today.” Kim Dokja’s face flamed instantly.

“Yoojin. This is your fault. Fix this.” Kim Dokja muttered grouchily to his friend who merely giggled while Cale chuckled at his plight. “How sweet. Exchanging scarfs.” Han Sooyoung cooed, causing Kim Dokja to stand up, hand holding a wand.

“That’s it. You’re dead , Han Sooyoung.”

With a shriek of laughter, Han Sooyoung ran and hid behind Sung Hyunjae for protection. The fourth year who was still chuckling away didn’t even move when Kim Dokja chased Han Sooyoung around him.

Some friends and seniors he got.

“So, um, you already know my mother.” Kim Dokja shifted awkwardly as they arrived at the Slytherin’s home. A miniature and girl version of Yoo Joonghyuk had a scary apathetic face like her brother as she held Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand. “Hello, Sookyung-ssi.” Both the Yoo’s bowed politely to the older woman.

“Hello, Joonghyuk-ah. And who is this?” A gentle smile etched on Lee Sookyung’s face as she bent slightly, facing a girl who shyly hid her face behind Yoo Joonghyuk’s leg. “You’re Mia-ya, right? Your brother told me a lot about you.” Lee Sookyung patiently conversed with the girl who gradually warmed up to her.

“What’s the deal with celebrating Christmas with us? Not that I mind.” Kim Dokja quickly added as both of them settled down in Kim Dokja’s room that was filled with piling books (as expected) and neatly arranged bed. The room was quite bare for someone to live in but Kim Dokja’s presence still lingered within it.

“Mia and I don’t really like Christmas in our house.” Yoo Joonghyuk started after mulling for a while as Kim Dokja listened to him attentively. “My parents always act as if Mia didn’t exist. She’s a Squib so that is why they considered her as useless.” Scowl adorned Yoo Joonghyuk’s face as he fisted his hands tightly.

“She’s still young. Maybe she is a slow-bloomer.” Kim Dokja said as he coaxed Yoo Joonghyuk to unclench his hands lest he would injure himself. Yoo Joonghyuk shook his head. “The Yoo’s Family usually shows signs of magic by the age of 3 or lower. She is 7 now and she still didn’t have any signs of magic. Not even once. That’s why my parents were convinced she is a Squib.” Yoo Joonghyuk dragged a heavy sigh.

“So what if she is a Squib. She is still your sister, their daughter.” Confusion was apparent on Kim Dokja’s face, not understanding why being a Squib could warrant such treatment and from the one who gave birth to someone too. “It’s an embarrassment. For a Squib to be in the Yoo’s Family line.” Yoo Joonghyuk muttered darkly.

Kim Dokja’s face formed a frown. “What a bunch of nonsense.” Yoo Joonghyuk nodded in agreement. Both of them quieted as they listened to the soothing voice of Lee Sookyung and Yoo Mia’s giggles of delight from the living room that could be heard all the way in Kim Dokja’s room.

“I was the one who took care of Mia. Along with Bihyung and the servants. The public didn’t even know of her existence.” Yoo Joonghyuk uttered, tilting his head upwards with the same frown that graced his face whenever he thought of something troubling. Kim Dokja perched his chin atop of his folded knees, arm brushing against Yoo Joonghyuk’s side as they sat beside each other.

“Mia can spend her days here along with Bihyung when both of us are away from Hogwarts if you allow it. She can keep my mother company.” Kim Dokja suggested. Yoo Joonghyuk whipped his head to the side, startled by the sudden suggestion. Their noses brushed accidentally and Kim Dokja drew a stuttering breath when he noticed how close they were.

“Is that fine?” Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t move as he stared at Kim Dokja’s comforting brown orbs. “Of course.” Kim Dokja smiled, hand tapping Yoo Joonghyuk’s nose playfully to reassure him and at the same time covered his flustered face. A smile bloomed on Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips that had Kim Dokja’s breath hitched.

Kim Dokja immediately ducked his head, the tips of his ears flushed prettily.   

“I have been wondering. Where is your father?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked, head cocking curiously. Kim Dokja stiffened. He had been expecting questionnaires regarding his family but it still caught him off guard. At first he wanted to avoid the topic but seeing Yoo Joonghyuk’s earnest black eyes, Kim Dokja’s mouth easily answered him.

“At Korea. We… are not in touch.” He mumbled. Yoo Joonghyuk’s features changed slightly but it wasn’t anything offensive, more like understanding. “Not a good relationship then?” He inquired yet not pushing for answers, merely engaging in a conversation. Kim Dokja snorted unwittingly, an automatic reaction.

“Absolutely. Someone who hits his wife and son will obviously have a bad relationship with them.” Kim Dokja casually said, brown eyes peeking at Yoo Joonghyuk, gauging his reactions with a nervous and trembling heart.

Yoo Joonghyuk’s face slackened to nothing. He remained quiet for a while. “He… abused his own wife and son?” Was what came out from his mouth after the revelation. Kim Dokja rubbed his cooling arms with a nod, avoiding eye-contact from the Gryffindor.

Silence.

A hesitant hand wrapped around his shoulder before tucking his head to the crook of its neck. Kim Dokja jolted when Yoo Joonghyuk’s firm hand started to stroke his messy black hair with gentle caresses unbefitting of him. A soft snicker unconsciously escaped from his mouth.

“You laughing now?” Yoo Joonghyuk’s voice sounded annoyed when his attempt on trying to comfort the Slytherin was ridiculed. He retracted his hand but was pulled once again by Kim Dokja. “Keep doing it.” Kim Dokja murmured, leaning against the warm body. Yoo Joonghyuk resumed his action automatically. Silence lingered between the two.

“Thank you.” For accepting the flawed me.

“Hm.” I accept you as you are.

What went unsaid was spoken louder in the tranquil room.

“MERRY CHRISTMAS, JOONGHYUK-AH!” A grunt answered Kim Dokja’s chirpy greeting. The other boy who was still buried under the blanket burrowed himself further into the thick material, too tired to deal with Kim Dokja’s foolishness the first thing in the morning.

“OPPA, OPPA, OPPA! WAKE UP! IT’S CHRISTMAS!” Another voice joined in and Yoo Joonghyuk groaned when his body was being squashed by two bodies, effectively cutting off his oxygen supply. “OPPA!” “JOONGHYUK!” Two pairs of hands tugged on the blanket insistently and finally it was taken away.

Bleary black eyes narrowed to focus and he saw two excited grins directed at him.

“Merry Christmas, Oppa/Joonghyuk!” The voices chorused joyfully.

Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t help himself and managed a small smile in return, seeing both of them getting on so well. “Hm, Merry Christmas.” He leant over to his sister, pecking her forehead softly that caused the little girl to giggle in delight. He glanced at Kim Dokja who spotted an indulgent smile as he looked at Yoo Mia.

“Oppa! Morning kiss for Dokja oppa too!” Yoo Mia perked up with an innocent smile.

Both of them froze comically as Yoo Mia looked at him with sparkly eyes which were the same shades as his. “That will be impolite.” Luckily, Yoo Joonghyuk broke the awkward silence first as he coughed lightly to hide his flustered expression. A pout formed on Yoo Mia’s lips as she crossed her arms stubbornly. Unexpectedly, she turned to Kim Dokja who could feel something really, really bad would happen.

“Then, Dokja oppa can give morning kiss to Joonghyuk oppa!”

Ah, damn it. He knew this would’ve happened. “Um, I don’t think that is very appropriate—eek!” Kim Dokja squeaked when Yoo Mia shoved him into Yoo Joonghyuk that caused their heads to bump against each other. Soft lips grazed on Yoo Joonghyuk’s cheek which instantly warmed his face.

“There!” Yoo Mia nodded in satisfaction as the two boys sat in horrified silence. She leapt off the bed and walked out of the room with a cheery hum. Hehe, oppa and Dokja oppa are so silly. She grinned, remembering the two boys’ cherry faces.

Lee Sookyung raised her eyebrows as she watched the two boys shuffling awkwardly and avoiding eye-contact right before her eyes. Beside her, Yoo Mia was having fun unwrapping presents, gasping in awe once in a while.

“What’s wrong, boys?” Lee Sookyung asked and witnessed how both of them got the same reaction instantaneously, cheeks flushed with rosy pink and hands fidgeting with their presents.

Ah . Lee Sookyung glanced down at the little girl who beamed at her with a devilish smile that eerily looked the same as her brother when he was in a good mood. A mysterious yet amused smile curled on the woman’s lips. Lee Sookyung’s days would be interesting in the future if the girl is allowed to be her company.

“Why’s the break over so fast!” Han Sooyoung moaned in despair, gloved hands rubbing furiously against each other to create warmth. The second years walked closely, huddling for more warmth since the cold air was tormenting their bodies. The Gryffindors who coincidentally were walking in the same direction with them quickly joined them.

“Kim Dokja.” Yoo Joonghyuk nodded to his friend who was shivering but retained a smile at him. “H-h-h-h-h-hey, Joonghyuk-ah.” His teeth chattered noisily as he trembled when the cold wind blew. Yoo Joonghyuk furrowed his brows. He noticed that Kim Dokja’s body ran at a lower temperature and he got cold so easily too.

Yoo Joonghyuk pulled out his wand and conjured a jar before murmuring a spell that created blue flame. “Here.” He handed the jar to Kim Dokja who accepted it immediately, sighing out of relief when the heat from the flame warmed his bones. “You’re the best.” Kim Dokja mumbled as he walked alongside the Gryffindor.

A pleased hum reverberated from Yoo Joonghyuk’s chest as their friends watched both of them with annoyed eyes at their lovey-dovey acts and longing at the flaming jar in Kim Dokja’s hands. “Hey, Yoo Joonghyuk! Do one for us too! Heck, do one for each of us!” Jung Heewon yelled at her fellow house member.

“Why should I?” Came the icy reply from the pureblood. “You cold-hearted bast-“ “Joonghyuk-ah. Be nice to our friends, hm?” Kim Dokja quirked a smile to his self-proclaimed best friend who gritted his teeth but did as he was told. Soon, the second years held a jar with blue flame in their hands.

Their friends from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff also joined them, groaning in relief while relishing at the warmth. “Thank you, Joonghyuk.” Lee Hyunsung thanked the Gryffindor who grunted like an attractive caveman before resuming his conversation with Kim Dokja.

“You should thank Dokja instead, Hyunsung.” Han Yoojin commented with a huff of amusement. “Guy got him wrapped around his pinky finger so good.” He added with a smirk. “He’s totally whipped.” Jung Heewon popped her ‘p’ as she glanced at the famous duo. The rest of them gazed at the two as well.

Yoo Joonghyuk had a soft, indulgent smile as he listened to Kim Dokja’s chatters about one of the novels he read recently with glinting black eyes that were far too tender than its usual apathetic ones.

“Yep. Totally.” All of them chorused in unison.

Chapter Text

“A dueling club? I thought it didn’t exist anymore?” A puzzled Kim Dokja looked up from his book as he gazed at his friends. “Well, apparently it is created yet again.” Cale shrugged languidly, a hand running through his red hair as he softly yawned.

“Why now?” Kim Dokja shut his book as his friends just raised their shoulders while shaking their heads. “Who knows?” Cale muttered as he stretched his body and began to focus on his Study of Ancient Runes essay. The others – Han Sooyoung and Han Yoojin were squabbling as they argued over their Divination dream charts.

Honestly, Kim Dokja didn’t even know why they took that subject. For him, that subject is a huge joke but according to them the subject is the easiest one to pass so, yeah, Divination it is. Kim Dokja had taken Study of Ancient Runes like Cale and Care of Magical Creatures just because he likes animals.

He didn’t even glance over the Muggle Studies (he is technically one, duh) and Arithmancy, well, it dabbles in predicting the future too. That’s why Kim Dokja didn’t choose Arithmancy despite it being quite intriguing. He never trusts these predictions of the future. Future changes all the time anyway.

“I think I will be spending my Christmas break at Hogwarts this year.” Kim Dokja uttered as his friends looked at him, bewildered by his sudden declaration. “Um, why?” Han Yoojin asked. Kim Dokja always spends his Christmas break at his home. Last year, he spent it together with his mother and Yoo's siblings, something that only his friends knew since Yoo Mia’s existence is still a secret in the wizarding world.

“Curiosity, you can say. I heard the Christmas break here in Hogwarts is quite fun. My mother allows me to.” Kim Dokja said. His mother didn’t mind of course because she could spend her Christmas break with Yoo Mia and Bihyung. Besides, it was true that Kim Dokja was curious about Christmas in Hogwarts.

Now… how to make sure Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t know of this?

“I’ll join you.” Kim Dokja closed his eyes in defeat. “Alright. Who is the one who told him now ?” Han Sooyoung just raised her hands mischievously. What a déjà vu. Didn’t this happen last year too? “Sorry, Dokja. It’s not only her. We told him too.” Han Yoojin apologized as Kim Dokja waved his hand dismissively.

Well, if Han Yoojin and Cale also did the same, they must have their own reasons. The two of them always believe that Kim Dokja is independent and can handle himself just fine but this time maybe they didn’t agree with him spending Christmas break alone in Hogwarts without any company.

Besides, Kim Dokja has a lot of enemies lurking everywhere, envious of his expertise in magic despite being a Muggle-born and how close he is with the heir of the Yoo’s Family. Most of them are from his own house who look down on him because of his status.

“It’s fine. Anyway, about the dueling club you told me about before, can you tell me where to sign up?” Kim Dokja smiled with closed eyes to Han Yoojin who could feel something bad was about to happen. Really bad.

“Dementors inflation?” Kim Dokja quirked his brows as Yoo Joonghyuk nodded. Both of them were seated in their Defense Against Dark Arts class, waiting for their professor – Kyrgios Rodgraim, to end the class. Since both of them already mastered the Seize and Pull Charms, they were seated at the corner so that they wouldn't try to help their other classmates. This applied only to Kim Dokja of course because Yoo Joonghyuk never bothered to help his classmates. Even his own house members tend to be ignored except for the incessant Jung Heewon.

“How do you know that? I haven’t read it in the news.” Kim Dokja puckered his brows, absentmindedly twirling his wand that created silver sparks once in a while. “My parents are Aurors.” Was the simple reply. “Ah, I forgot.” Kim Dokja nodded understandingly. Yoo Joonghyuk’s parents are a jerk so that’s why Kim Dokja never cared about them. “So, the news will be published soon then?” Kim Dokja inquired as Yoo Joonghyuk hummed as an answer.

“That is troubling. Dementors popping up everywhere.” Kim Dokja noted with a frown, mind running through the spells that can be used for protection against dementors. “Patronus.” The both of them chorused in unison. “So, that’s why the dueling club was created.” Kim Dokja hummed in realization. “Yes.” Yoo Joonghyuk confirmed.

Yoo Joonghyuk had heard details and reasons why the dueling club was suddenly created this year and it was because of the dementors inflation. It hadn’t happened for years ever since the Second Wizarding War. It’s the occasion of when the dementors grew and bred because of the negative emotions created by despaired beings.

After the Second Wizarding War, the dementors were dismissed from their posts as guards of Azkaban and they roamed aimlessly. It seems that they had grown stronger if they now could manifest directly and attack muggles because of the lack of supervision. An oversight of the Aurors and Department of Magical Law Enforcement, really.

They must have been slacking if they missed the signs of dementors growing stronger. A frown graced Yoo Joonghyuk’s brows. “Well, I guess we don’t need to learn the Patronus charm then?” Kim Dokja joked. In their second year, they tried out the complex spell out of curiosity and achieved their corporeal Patronus form respectively.

Yoo Joonghyuk’s corporeal Patronus form is a wolf while Kim Dokja’s is a fox. They are a suitable guardian that matches their casters’ characteristics and wills. The first time they used the spell, it was quite a struggle since it was such an advanced spell and it took Kim Dokja a couple of tries to successfully conjure an incorporeal Patronus compared to Yoo Joonghyuk who managed it within a few tries. Since then, it’s just a matter of practice.

When they first successfully conjured corporeal Patronuses together, it was a joyful day for both of them as they watched the wolf and the fox running together in the Forbidden Forest, gleaming brightly under the sunset, coating their silver furs with reddish glow.

“Will you join? The dueling club, I mean.” Kim Dokja tipped his head to Yoo Joonghyuk who mulled about it before shaking his head, tucking away the fond memories he indulged in for a moment at the corner of his mind.

“I’m not—“

“I think I’m gonna join.”

“I will join.”

“Huh? I thought I just heard you said— “

“I will join.”

“Who’s that?” Kim Dokja asked Yoo Joonghyuk when his brown eyes trailed to a handsome man with sandy hair who was conversing with Professor McGonagall. The third year students who were interested in dueling club now finally have their turn to participate. Their session was held in the evening on Tuesday after the first and second years’ session.  

“That man is a Metamorphmagus and an Auror. Edward Remus “Teddy” Lupin, son of the late Nymphadora Tonks and late Remus Lupin. Godson of Harry Potter.” Yoo Joonghyuk recited blandly. Of course he knew of this because of his parents.

“A Metamorphmagus you say?” Kim Dokja’s brown eyes glimmered with interest as he stared at Teddy Lupin observantly. Yoo Joonghyuk’s left brow twitched at the blatant engrossment Kim Dokja showed, guts twisting in an unknown way.

“Jealous?” A snarky voice echoed in his ears and he glared at Jung Heewon who grinned at him. “Heewon!” Lee Hyunsung whispered in dread as the girl cackled and walked to the Hufflepuff with a jaunty whistle. “Come on, Hyunsung. Let’s leave the green monster.” Lee Hyunsung nodded apologetically to Yoo Joonghyuk whose black eyes still threw daggers to the retreating back of his house member.

“Good evening, everyone.” A smooth voice rolled out from the handsome man as he stood before them. A friendly smile curled on his lips. “I am Teddy Lupin. You can call me Ted if you want. I am an Auror and a Metamorphmagus.” As if to prove his point, his sandy hair changed into brown briefly before reverted back to its original color.

Everyone gasped in awe at the display which made Teddy smile while Yoo Joonghyuk just stared blankly.

“I have been dispatched here to show you the ways of dueling. Also, a few spells to protect yourself. All of you already heard about the news of dementors inflation, right?” The students nodded as Teddy continued. “We have to take responsibility for our oversight and that is why from now on some of the Aurors and I will be patrolling around Hogwarts as a precaution. Don’t mind us and just go on with your days.” Teddy joked as a few students laughed.

“Alright. We will start our session now. Please pick your partner and I will be giving out some useful defensive spells before we try the Patronus Charm as I assume all of you will be looking forward to.” The students chattered excitedly at the mention of the famous yet difficult charm as they paired up.

“Woops! Sorry, Yoo Joonghyuk! Dokja will be with me.” Han Sooyoung flashed a sardonic smile to Yoo Joonghyuk whose face immediately pulled into a scowl. Kim Dokja offered him an apologetic smile as he was dragged away by Han Sooyoung.

“All of you have learnt the Disarming Spell in second year. Try it. It’s one of the most useful spells. Harry Potter uses this spell the most amongst others.” Teddy explained as a group of adults, presumably other Aurors, helped to keep an eye on the students.

Immediately, the cries of Expelliarmus rang in the Great Hall. Sparks of red erupted everywhere but none were injured as the Aurors strictly controlled the situation from escalating to a worse direction.

Yoo Joonghyuk who already disarmed his opponent (the word partner is only for Kim Dokja) was looking around and saw Kim Dokja who had Han Sooyoung’s wand in his hand, smiling tauntingly to the half-blood who muttered a storm of curses in Korean to the other Slytherin.

Their eyes met and Kim Dokja shrugged with a lop-sided smile that caused Yoo Joonghyuk’s heart to skip a beat. He thumped his chest with a frown. It had been reacting this way whenever he looked at Kim Dokja ever since last Christmas.

Am I sick? Yoo Joonghyuk wondered.

The session went on as Teddy taught them spells that were suitable for their year which Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja already knew but it wouldn't hurt to brush up their skills once in a while. “Alright! Last part in our session today. Can I have two volunteers to come up and duel? Of course, any spells are allowed except for the harmful and forbidden ones.” Teddy said firmly.

The students shifted uneasily and unceremoniously, their eyes switched to two individuals who stood with calm faces. Kim Dokja glanced at Yoo Joonghyuk and gave a naughty smile to the Gryffindor who raised his eyebrows who immediately understood his intention.

“Losers have to buy Butterbeer for our Hogsmeade trip.” Kim Dokja said cheekily and walked out to the center of the Great Hall as Yoo Joonghyuk scoffed while rolling his eyes but still had a tiny smile on his lips.

Teddy couldn’t help but grimace internally when he saw the two students. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin. This would turn nasty very quickly. All of the Aurors seemed to have the same thoughts because they already ushered the students to give the two a wide space.    

“This is just a practice so try not to ki— I mean, go overboard.” Teddy quickly corrected himself as he smiled warily to the two students who nodded obediently. “Disarm only. Now, take your position.” The two followed his instructions immediately, adopting comfortable stances and totally disregarded the formal stances that were taught earlier. Teddy frowned but didn’t say anything.

“1, 2, 3!”

As soon as the counting reached three, Yoo Joonghyuk immediately slid into action. A jet of flames erupted from his wand as Kim Dokja waved his wand, a wave of water appeared before him and the two elements met with a hiss and vaporized as they clashed furiously as if to swallow each other.

It happened in an instant that no one but only the astonished veteran Aurors saw as the two casted their spells without regard to formality. As Yoo Joonghyuk slashed his wand, the flames went out and Kim Dokja’s water disappeared as well.

“Fire? Seriously, Yoo Joonghyuk?” Kim Dokja sighed as the Aurors straightened, hearing the name of the famous family of Aurors. “This is a duel, Kim Dokja.” Yoo Joonghyuk said casually, lips curled into a boyish yet smug smirk.

“Then I hope you are not mad for this!” Kim Dokja flicked his wand, chanting “ Petrificus Totalus! ” which Yoo Joonghyuk narrowly avoided with a frowning face. Kim Dokja grinned coyly at him as Yoo Joonghyuk huffed in amusement.

“ Flipendo! ” Kim Dokja yelped as he was knocked backwards and landed on his back but at the same he managed to cast a spell at the other boy. “ Impedimenta! ” Yoo Joonghyuk’s body momentarily slowed down and Kim Dokja had time to get up as he winced in pain.

It seemed the spell wore off quickly or maybe it’s the Gryffindor’s constitutions because Yoo Joonghyuk already shot another spell at him. “ Locomotor Mortis! ” Kim Dokja ducked and glared at the boy, grasping his wand tightly. “ Locomotor Wibbly! ” The spell hit accurately and Yoo Joonghyuk’s legs collapsed but before Kim Dokja could cast another spell, his world was flipped upside down.

“YOO JOONGHYUK YOU BASTARD!”

“Well, looks like I win.” Yoo Joonghyuk who was standing straight and already de-cursed his legs, held his wand with a smirk as Kim Dokja hung in the air upside down. The Slytherin pouted as he crossed his arms, too stubborn to admit defeat. “I will leave you up there all day if you want.” Yoo Joonghyuk said casually as Kim Dokja gaped at him.

“Okay, okay! I concede!” Kim Dokja groaned and before he knew it, the force that grasped his ankle disappeared and he fell. Kim Dokja screamed only to be caught by a pair of arms that wrapped around his body carefully. “Morals of the story?” While Yoo Joonghyuk’s face remained impassive, glitters of mischief gleamed within his black eyes.

“You are a bastard.” Kim Dokja grumbled, cheeks pinked at their close proximity as the other held him bridal style. “Let me down. This is embarrassing.” Kim Dokja muttered as Yoo Joonghyuk stared at him but did as he was told. As soon as his feet hit the floor, Kim Dokja whipped his wand. “ Expelliarmus! ” Yoo Joonghyuk’s wand was thrown away and he scrunched his brows in disbelief at Kim Dokja.

“You sly fox.” Yoo Joonghyuk shook his head as Kim Dokja tapped the emblem of Slytherin on his robe with his wand, adorning a cunning smile. “Snakes, remember? This is a duel, Yoo Joonghyuk. Anything can happen.” Kim Dokja tutted sweetly.

A feral smirk that caused the students and the Aurors to shudder at the sight of it crept on Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips. “True. Anything can happen.” Kim Dokja grew uncomfortable at the disconcerting look that he took a few steps back as precaution. “Try me.” Yoo Joonghyuk motioned with his hand and although Kim Dokja was puzzled by the blatant challenge, he didn’t waste any time and proceeded to cast a barrage of spells to the Gryffindor.

As he continued to shoot more spells, his frown became worse. Yoo Joonghyuk evaded the incoming spells like he already knew where they were going and before he knew it, the pureblood was already nose-to-nose with him.

A hand held his wrist and a foot hooked on his ankle. Once again, Kim Dokja landed on his back but at least, Yoo Joonghyuk had a little bit of conscience because he pillowed the back of Kim Dokja’s head from hitting the floor and saved him from a trip to the Hospital Wing.

His wand was taken away and placed under his chin. A cocky smirk bared down on him as a breathless laugh escaped from his mouth. “You cheater! Using your martial arts to win!” Kim Dokja was held down quite tightly that he couldn’t move his limbs as they locked into a battle of strength.

Yoo Joonghyuk smugly stared at him as Kim Dokja shook his head with a fond yet exasperated smile. “I concede. For real this time.” Yoo Joonghyuk observed his face for a few seconds and finally when he found out that Kim Dokja sincerely gave up, he released the other.

Teddy walked to them with an indescribable and bewildered face. “Good job, you two. Although I wasn’t expecting all of that when I say to disarm only.” The two students shared a look between them as they bowed apologetically to the Auror.

They get along well. Teddy noted as the two walked together to the crowd of students who gushed over them. It was a peculiar sight for Teddy. Even Albus and Rose, who are related, had quite a rocky relationship when the son of Harry Potter was sorted into Slytherin in the early years. To see before his eyes two individuals without any family ties getting along with each other without caring for the houses’ rivalry especially from the infamous houses, Teddy believed that maybe he left Hogwarts too early.

The session ended and the Aurors grouped together. “Weird rascals.” An older woman who was smoking on a long pipe said, puffing out a ring of smokes as they watched the dispersed students and her eyes stayed on two retreating backs who chattered leisurely, surrounded by presumably their friends.

The level and skills executed by the two students are very high for a third year. Not to mention, their ruthless attacks that overpowered their opponents are very powerful too. “A member of Yoo's Family, eh? A hell of a monster he will become.” The woman blew out another round of smoke. “That Slytherin is not bad too. He is tricky and has a lot of potential.” A man appraised as he wiped his face with his handkerchief.

“Wonder if they will be interested in becoming an Auror?” Their eyes strayed on Teddy who hummed thoughtfully. “I hope so.”

“You guys are insane. Like for real.” Han Yoojin said as he slumped on the couch as Kim Dokja rested on his armchair (yes, it is his ) while going through his book, muttering furiously under his breath. “I can’t believe it! I lent him my Curses and Counter-Curses book and what did he do? Firing a Levicorpus spell on me ! The owner of the book! Unbelievable!” Kim Dokja ranted in betrayal as his friends shared a look. Despite him admitting his defeat, it still stung to have a spell that he read in his book was used on him.

“Who told you to lend him that book in the first place?” Han Sooyoung rolled her eyes, sucking on a lemon lollipop. “Ugh… now I have to buy him Butterbeer for the next Hogsmeade trip.” Kim Dokja rolled his eyes, regretting his decision of doing rash bets.

All of his close friends and seniors perked up. “A date?” Sung Hyunjae smiled teasingly as Kim Dokja gaped at him. “What? No! Just a Hogsmeade trip. How on Merlin’s name do you interpret it as a date?” A huff of disbelief escaped from his mouth yet his ears reddened at the implication made by his senior. “Hogsmeade is well-known for its dating spots.” Alberu idly commented.

Kim Dokja’s mouth dropped. “Not you too, Alberu!” He palmed his flushed face. “I heard you dueled with Yoo Joonghyuk today.” Alberu closed his book with a snap, interested blue eyes settled on Kim Dokja. “Yeah. It’s fun.” Kim Dokja shrugged with a tug of his lips. “Hm.” Alberu merely hummed as he appraisingly gazed at his junior. Dueling on an equal footing with the members of Yoo’s Family is quite an accomplishment.

“Anyway. It’s just a hangout, okay? We are hanging out.” Kim Dokja said firmly as he got up to head into his room. “By the way, Dokja.” Kim Dokja stopped on his tracks when Han Yoojin called him out, brown eyes looking at him with a peculiar yet amused glint which he shared with Cale whose lips curled into a tiny smile, russet eyes bearing the same glint as the half-blood.

“You shouldn’t say that when you are wearing a knitted sweater with Yoo Joonghyuk’s initials on it.”

…………

Kim Dokja blinked.

“Ah, I guess you didn’t notice? All of us saw it when you went down earlier.”

“Han Yoojin. Shut up.”

Kim Dokja left the common room that was filled with raucous laughs of his friends and seniors with a flushed face.

“I hate you.” Kim Dokja punched Yoo Joonghyuk’s arm as soon as he saw the Gryffindor the next day. “Ouch.” Yoo Joonghyuk said blandly, not affected by Kim Dokja’s weak punch. Kim Dokja scowled, seeing the other boy’s lack of reaction. “Giving me a knitted sweater with your initials? Seriously?” Kim Dokja hissed out. He wasn’t that bothered actually since the knitted sweater is very comfy but it still embarrassed him that all of the Slytherin students saw him in it.

It felt too…. intimate.

Yoo Joonghyuk furrowed his brows. “You are the one who took it from me last Christmas.” Kim Dokja blinked, not expecting that remark. “Wait. I did?” Yoo Joonghyuk sighed and nodded. “You are cold so I lent it to you. You never return it so I presumed you wanted it.” Kim Dokja felt like an idiot. And judging by his friends’ snickers, they agreed too.

“Do you want me to return it?” Kim Dokja asked, actually not willing to give up the knitted sweater. It’s so comfortable and very expensive too. Not to mention, it must be made with a high quality material. It’s such a waste to give it back to Yoo Joonghyuk who probably got more knitted sweaters like this.

…………

Why did he feel like he was giving out excuses for him not to return the knitted sweater to Yoo Joonghyuk?

Wow, even his thoughts are ratting him out.

“You can keep it.” Yoo Joonghyuk replied simply, hiding his pleased smile under the façade of a blank look. Kim Dokja bobbed his head gratefully and focused on the lecture of Professor Kyrgios about Boggart.

The short yet stern man with blue hair drew a huge chest to the middle of the class. “Remember the spell.” Murmurs of Riddikulus echoed in the classroom and Professor Kyrgios nodded in satisfaction. “You start first Mr. Bill.” A blond boy was shaking on his boots as he thrusted out his wand.   

A Boggart. An amortal (never lives at the first place thus never dies) shape-shifting non-being that takes on the form of its observer’s worst fear. It is unknown if it even has a form since it changes instantly upon encountering living beings.

The shaking Slytherin who usually turned his mighty nose to Kim Dokja wasn’t looking too thrilled at being the first person to deal with the Boggart. “Hah! Look at that coward.” Han Yoojin scoffed, disliking the boy who always picks a fight with Kim Dokja for no apparent reason. A common bully.

The chest rattled ominously and with one sharp flick of Professor Kyrgios’ wand, the Boggart was released. It took the shape of a banshee and Bill shuddered as he pointed his wand at Boggart who shrieked at him. He flinched, muttering out “ R-Riddikulus! ” with a whimper.

CRACK!

“Go, go!” Professor Kyrgios motioned his hand, a small smile curled on his lips when the banshee stepped accidentally on its long flowing hair, tumbling to the floor gracelessly. Laughter echoed in the room as a Gryffindor girl changed a large bug into wearing the most hideous clothes.

The students rotated many times and the Boggart grew confused as roars of laughter distracted it. It was Kim Dokja’s turn and everyone looked forward to what it would change into. The Slytherin never seems to fear anything because of his calm demeanor.

CRACK!

A tall man with features the same as Kim Dokja stood before him and the laughter dwindled away, not expecting the change of event. The man held an alcoholic bottle judging by how his figure swayed as he walked to Kim Dokja.

Kim Dokja who got the fastest reflex after Yoo Joonghyuk was rooted to the spot, wand lifelessly slipping from his grasp. His pupils were blown wide as his body started to tremble. “Y-y-you? H-how?” Foreign language reached their ears as Kim Dokja talked in his mother tongue. The man sneered at him, saying something to Kim Dokja who trembled even more.

They didn’t understand but judging by the reactions of Kim Dokja’s Korean friends, they were not nice words.

The man’s voice grew louder as he waved the bottle in his grasp and Kim Dokja ducked, covering his head like it was an instinctual reaction that was ingrained deeply in him. When the bottle came down, a blur stepped between the two and the bottle struck on a figure of a boy who bravely stared down at the Boggart with a cool look, head dripping with clear liquid mixed with crimson.

Kim Dokja looked up, tears pricking his brown eyes as he watched his best friend shielding him from his father— no, the Boggart. “Joonghyuk-ah…” He breathed out shakily, throat clogged with despair. The Boggart changed into an adult version of Yoo Joonghyuk, cladded in black trench coat, black turtleneck and black trousers with a pair of black combat boots and a black sword sheathed at his hip. His attractive face matured even more and with a large scar running on his cheek, he became an incredibly sensuous being.

Yoo Joonghyuk’s face hardened and he waved his wand firmly, dispelling the Boggart and didn’t waste any time as he picked Kim Dokja up, looking at Professor Kyrgios whose stern face lined with barest of concern, merely nodded, giving him permission to leave the class to attend to himself and Kim Dokja.

Both of them left the classroom. Kim Dokja was still in a dazed state and it didn’t register in him that Yoo Joonghyuk was holding his hand the entire time they headed to the Hospital Wing.

“Sit.” Yoo Joonghyuk led him to one of the beds, taking a muggle aid kit that was given to him by Madam Pomfrey because of Yoo Joonghyuk’s insistence that he was fine and muggles’ treatment is enough for him. Madam Pomfrey glanced at Kim Dokja worriedly. “Dokja?” A lilting voice echoed in concern. “Ms. Longbottom.” Kim Dokja mumbled out weakly. “What happened? Are you hurt?” The healer-in-training bended slightly, watchful eyes scanning for injuries.

That snapped Kim Dokja really quick. “Joonghyuk!” Kim Dokja turned to Yoo Joonghyuk who sat next to him, already rolling the sleeves of his robe and taking out ointment and plaster for him to use. Despite being a pureblood, Yoo Joonghyuk is well-versed in the ways of healing of the muggles. The Yoo’s Family is famous in the muggles world as well, leading the largest and most well-known company in South Korea under the name of the Yoo’s Entrepreneur. 

Most of the members of the Yoo’s Family who didn’t become Aurors usually dabble in business instead. That gives them equal footing in both wizarding and muggle worlds.

“I’m fine.” Yoo Joonghyuk said casually, sweeping back his matted fringes with crinkling nose. Kim Dokja released horrified whimper when Yoo Joonghyuk’s bleeding temple was exposed. “L-let me help you.” Kim Dokja took the ointment in Yoo Joonghyuk’s grasp with trembling hand. Madam Pomfrey and Hannah left the two with knowing glance.

“Kim Dokja.”

The Slytherin swabbed Yoo Joonghyuk’s temple carefully with a cotton dabbed in ointment.

“Kim Dokja.”

He placed more ointment, hand gentle and careful.

“Kim Dokja.”

This time Yoo Joonghyuk’s voice was forceful as he held Kim Dokja’s hand. The Slytherin blinked at Yoo Joonghyuk who gazed at him with an indescribable look. “Are you alright?” Concern coated Yoo Joonghyuk’s voice as Kim Dokja chuckled. “I am just fine. You are the one who is hurt. So, let me-” Kim Dokja flinched when Yoo Joonghyuk’s hands palmed his cheeks.

“Then why are you still crying?” His voice gentled as he wiped away the cascading tears that hadn’t stopped at all. Kim Dokja licked his lips, mouth working to deny or say whatever in his mind but instead of doing all of that, Kim Dokja merely clutched to Yoo Joonghyuk’s hands like it was his lifeline as he wept uncontrollably.

Tears drenched Yoo Joonghyuk’s hands as he simply let Kim Dokja relieve his pent up distress. Once in a while, he wiped away the overflowing tears with his thumbs tenderly. After several minutes, Kim Dokja’s sobs stopped, reducing to mere hiccups and sniffles.

“I’m so sorry for you to witness me like this.” Kim Dokja whispered hoarsely, releasing Yoo Joonghyuk’s hands as he sniffed, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. Yoo Joonghyuk only stared at him with his usual cool gaze.

Kim Dokja resumed his treatment, used to plasters and ointments since he spent almost half of his life using them. “I thought I already got over it. Over him.” Kim Dokja started as he packed up the kit and put it beside the bed.

“It isn’t easy to, I presume?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked as Kim Dokja nodded, hands wrapping around his knees. He appeared to be smaller than usual and it triggered Yoo Joonghyuk’s protective side as he sidled close to the Slytherin, sharing his warmth with the other boy.

“Not. It’s not. Half of my life, he’s there. And it’s only been 2 and a half years so how can I… how can I…?” Kim Dokja inhaled shakily, exhaustion tugged on his mind. “It’s fine. To be slow and do it at your own pace.” Yoo Joonghyuk said, black eyes soft and tender.

Kim Dokja nodded and quirked a small, teary smile to the Gryffindor whose heart sped up at the sight of it. Yoo Joonghyuk turned his head away, clearing his throat as his ears flushed with rosy pink. “Who’s that guy? You know when you faced the Boggart?” Kim Dokja asked softly, not wanting to poke his nose into Yoo Joonghyuk’s private life if the other didn’t want to tell him.  

Yoo Joonghyuk pursed his lips, shoulder tensed before loosening as he heaved a sigh. “You may not know him but he is the most famous Auror in the Yoo’s Family. He was banished from the family.” Kim Dokja quirked his brows in surprise.

“Why?” He inquired as the other boy lowered his head. “He grew too strong and out of control from the Yoo’s Family. His magic is very powerful and even his martial arts are top notch as well. The sword he used can change its form to a wand. It’s very rare. He was exiled before Mia was even born. His wand was taken away and he was stripped off his name, status and title. I only remember his moniker, which is Secretive Plotter.” Yoo Joonghyuk had a wistful glimmer on his face.

“He is also my older brother.”

“What?” Kim Dokja gaped in disbelief as Yoo Joonghyuk smiled bitterly. “Isn’t that your owl’s name?” Kim Dokja couldn’t help but ask. Yoo Joonghyuk nodded. “It’s a gift from him. Plotter has been by my side for a long time. And, he’s the only memory I was left behind of my brother.” Yoo Joonghyuk uttered, face remained blank but his eyes were a storm of emotions.

“Is… is he still alive? Somewhere?” Kim Dokja asked hesitantly. Yoo Joonghyuk shook his head, closing his eyes in remorse. “No longer. He passed away years ago. He protected me from my own family.” Kim Dokja’s brown eyes shook, getting an inkling that this story would turn into a worse direction.

“I bear too much similarities to my older brother and they fear that I will be like him. The elders wanted to dispose of me before I got to Hogwarts but my brother offered his life to save mine.”

Yoo Joonghyuk remembered the day he clung to his brother’s dependable back. How his brother’s black eyes, the same shades as his glowed gold under the setting sun, gloved hand ruffling Yoo Joonghyuk’s windswept black hair as a gentle smile curled on his lips. How even though he begged his brother to flee, he never did.

How his brother hugged him for the last time, whispering, “I love you Joonghyuk-ah. Remember, you are not at fault. Live freely. Be a better person than hyung.” How his brother tilted his head up to the dusky sky, watching the moon peeking out for another cycle with a peaceful smile as he kneeled under the watchful and scornful eyes of his so-called family.

How their eyes met for the last time and Yoo Joonghyuk trashed against the hold his parents had on him to run to his brother. How Yoo Joonghyuk screamed his throat hoarse as a sword drove straight to his brother’s heart.

As blood dyed the ground and the life in his brother’s eyes drained away, the gold faded from the black orbs and so did Yoo Joonghyuk’s soul. That day, Yoo Joonghyuk experienced the death of his loved one that almost drove his mind to the brink of insanity.   

Sniffle.

Yoo Joonghyuk was startled when he heard soft sniffs come beside him and he immediately turned his head to Kim Dokja who was crying, discreetly trying to wipe his tears away. “Why are you crying again?” Yoo Joonghyuk sighed helplessly, nudging Kim Dokja’s chin as he once again dried the tears off his best friend’s face.

“It’s just… it’s so sad… I never know that you suffered worse and there is me…. throwing my emotional baggage to you.” Kim Dokja hiccupped as Yoo Joonghyuk restrained his urge to smile at the other’s foolish worry. “It happened long ago. Way before Mia was even born. I had time to heal. Having Mia, Bihyung and the servants helped me to move on much faster.” Yoo Joonghyuk said softly.

Mia was only 6 so it must have happened when Yoo Joonghyuk was merely 7 years old. The emotional scars and trauma must be immense for a young boy to endure. “Did—did Mia know?” Kim Dokja embarrassedly rubbed his sore eyes as Yoo Joonghyuk shook his head.

“Any traces of my brother were erased. Even the muggles and wizarding world didn’t remember him. That is how powerful the Yoo’s Family is.” A heavy sigh slipped past his mouth as he absentmindedly rubbed the plaster on his temple.

“Your family is a jerk.” Kim Dokja muttered furiously, picking on his nails as he glowered at the floor. “Yes, they are.” Yoo Joonghyuk agreed as he glanced in amusement at how Kim Dokja uttered curses to his family.

“I’m glad that you and Mia spent last Christmas with us.” The sudden mention made Yoo Joonghyuk’s face soften as he nodded. “I’m glad too. Very much so.” Both of them lapsed in comfortable silence as their arms brushed against each other, providing solace that they needed.

“Are you alright, Dokja?” Cale, whose face was usually stoic, was lined with concern when the Slytherin entered his room. Kim Dokja smiled albeit weakly to the red-haired boy. “Just fine.” He mumbled, changing his clothes into his pajamas after taking a brief shower. He settled on his bed only to jolt when he saw two pairs of eyes of Han Yoojin and Han Sooyoung staring at him.

“What are you doing in a boys’ dormitory?!” Kim Dokja yelped as he shot up from his bed. Han Sooyoung glared at him, her usually loud mouth was silent for once. “Yoojin is worried about you so I was trying to calm him down.” The aforementioned boy merely rolled his eyes.

“She lies. I did worry about you but she was the one who freaked out the most. I did the comforting more than she did.” Han Yoojin said as he effortlessly avoided Han Sooyoung’s half-hearted punches. Kim Dokja who usually would take this chance to tease Han Sooyoung just smiled right now as he was just grateful that he got people at his side.

“I’m fine. Thanks for worrying about me.” The three of them stared at him, concerned of his lack of sarcastic comeback.  “I’m grateful to be in Hogwarts. I got so many friends here.” Kim Dokja breathed out as they froze, hearing his rarely heartfelt whispers. “Maybe life isn’t that bad.” A smile tugged on his lips as he began to doze off.

Silently, Han Sooyoung drew the bed canopy’s curtains close and left the room after wishing for a good night to the three boys. A small yet genuine smile curled on her lips as she headed back to her room.

“Have a nice Christmas, you two!” Their friends waved to Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja who were the only one amongst their friends to stay at Hogwarts. The two – only Kim Dokja, waved at them back as Yoo Joonghyuk stuffed his hands to his pocket, black eyes softer than usual as he watched his friends(?) boarded the train.

“So, looks like we got a whole break for the two of us.” A mischievous smile etched on Kim Dokja’s lips as the train left with a loud steam puff. Yoo Joonghyuk’s heart sped up as a similar yet much restrained smile curved on his lips.

“Looks like it.” Yoo Joonghyuk nonchalantly commented. “Say, want to sit together for the Christmas Feast?” A shyer smile adorned Kim Dokja’s face as he flushed prettily. “Thought you wouldn’t ask.” Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t hide his delight judging by the quiver at the edge of his lips.

“Great! Oh, and I found some interesting spells yesterday. I thought it would be fun to check them out—” Yoo Joonghyuk was content to listen to Kim Dokja’s excited chatter as they walked back to the castle. “—and my mom sent me— are you listening to me, Joonghyuk-ah?” Kim Dokja frowned when he noticed the other boy’s faraway look.

“I do.” Was a simple reply from Yoo Joonghyuk. “Oh? Then tell me what I’ve been talking about?” Kim Dokja challenged and the other boy easily recited what Kim Dokja spoke which made the other falter, slightly pleased at even how disinterested the boy looked, he still listened to Kim Dokja.

“Say, do you want to be an Animagus?” Yoo Joonghyuk got a foreboding feeling when he saw a Cheshire cat grin curved on Kim Dokja’s face yet he couldn’t help but feel his adrenaline thrummed in his veins at the thought of pulling yet another successful magic expenditure with Kim Dokja who could keep up with him flawlessly.

“Interesting.” With only that reply, Kim Dokja knew that Yoo Joonghyuk would be joining in. “It will be arduous though. You think you’re up for it?” Yoo Joonghyuk’s black eyes held the familiar feral glint when Kim Dokja held out another challenge.

“Do you?” The two shared similar smirks as they walked into the Great Hall.

The other students who saw those grins knew that the famous duo were up to something yet again and could only pray the castle would hold out against these fearsome wizards. 

“Merry Christmas, Joonghyuk-ah!” A bubbly grin that was too bright for Yoo Joonghyuk to face beamed up at him. The words were slightly muffled since the mouth held a single mandrake leaf for the ritual to become Animagus. “Hm. Merry Christmas.” His words, also, were muffled and Yoo Joonghyuk was careful not to swallow the leaf or else he had to do it over again.

The process to become an Animagus is complicated and that is why it should be done under supervision because if things go wrong, the consequences will be disastrous like transforming into half-human and half-animal. Yet, the two slightly unhinged students took that as a challenge and so far, they had been faring well.

“What do you want to do today?” Once again, Kim Dokja was swathed in Yoo Joonghyuk’s shirt as he tilted his head up to face the younger boy. Yoo Joonghyuk now towered above Kim Dokja when his puberty hit. His baby fats slowly smoothened out, creating ridges of razor-edged and firm jawline with high, elegant cheekbones.

Seeing that, Kim Dokja unconsciously palmed his soft cheeks, pouting in dissatisfaction. Yoo Joonghyuk’s face became sharper and more attractive while his remained the same except for his height that had been slowing down when he reached his third year.

“You brat.” Kim Dokja grumbled as he pinched Yoo Joonghyuk’s firm cheek. The younger boy cluelessly looked at him, not knowing what fault he had done now. “You used to be so small and cute.” He continued to mumble his complaints as his other hand reached for Yoo Joonghyuk’s other cheek and began tugging on it with brooding glare.

The Gryffindor blinked, still clueless which aggravated Kim Dokja even more. “Well, a person has to grow up eventually.” Yet, he still talked back to Kim Dokja even though his cheeks were pinched quite painfully. Kim Dokja pinched even harder. “Small and cute!” Kim Dokja added with a hint of whine.

Yoo Joonghyuk sighed yet his twitching lips gave away his current feeling. If other people had done this, their hands would instantly be dismembered but, well, since it’s Kim Dokja…

“Yes, yes. Now please let me go.” Yoo Joonghyuk circled his hands around Kim Dokja’s thin wrists. Kim Dokja pinched him for the last time before releasing his grip with a disgruntled huff. Yoo Joonghyuk chuckled and rubbed his sore cheeks with a small smile as they walked aimlessly around the castle.

“Oh, Professor McGonagall!” Kim Dokja waved to the Headmistress of Hogwarts whose face slightly softened when she saw the young boy who she picked up herself to attend Hogwarts. “Hello, Mr. Kim. And, Mr. Yoo.” She added after noticing the Gryffindor who bowed to her. Their relationship at first is very beguiling yet now it’s a common sight to see both of them together.

“You’re not going back to Sookyung this year?” A small chat wouldn’t hurt as Kim Dokja shook his head. “I thought Christmas in Hogwarts would be quite an occasion so I'm staying here this year. And Joonghyuk wanted to stay as well. So, I am not that lonely.” Kim Dokja said, heels of his feet rocking back and forth as he chatted away with Professor McGonagall.

Despite Kim Dokja being picked up by Professor McGonagall herself, she never shows favoritism amongst her students and it’s rare for both of them to engage in a leisure conversation like this. But, Kim Dokja still gave an effort to make his professor proud for what she had done for his family. “Merry Christmas, Professor!” Kim Dokja smiled after they finished their small chat.

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Kim, Mr. Yoo.” The two boys bowed to him, accustomed to their etiquette as they left her who watched both of them with a small smile. What a powerful pair they will become in the future. She thought in pride.

“So, how’s Christmas with Yoo Joonghyuk?” Han Sooyoung asked with her usual teasing smile as Kim Dokja rolled his eyes. “Why are you so interested in my business with him?” Kim Dokja leant against his armchair as his friends and seniors surrounded him.

Alberu merely shook his head at the others’ childish acts while Cale remained unbothered as always. “Oh, come on! I’m an author. Details, Dokja. Details!” Han Sooyoung already had her quill and parchment out as she exaggeratedly pushed her faux glasses upwards. Kim Dokja glowered at her before sighing.

“Nothing much. We spent time exploring the castle. It’s very fun.” A small smile curled on Kim Dokja’s lips when he remembered the day they first stumbled upon the Room of Requirement. It happened when Kim Dokja was feeling quite adventurous and explored the castle at the dead of night together with Yoo Joonghyuk.

At first, the Gryffindor was reluctant to wander in the middle of night since he is such a stick in the mud but after several whines and puppy eyes from the Slytherin, he finally relented. They were running away from Filch when Kim Dokja stupidly stumbled over the revolving staircase and dropping their lamp directly beside Mrs. Norris who immediately yowled and attracted the caretaker’s attention.

They were desperate to leave and as they ran, they found an empty room appearing before them and they just plunged into it. The room lit up, fireplace crackling and comfortable couches popped up into existence. That’s when Kim Dokja remembered the bits he read in Hogwarts: A History, about the room that comes and goes.

Since then, they spent a lot of time in that room, testing out spells, jinxes, hexes and harmless curses for fun. It had been their secret haven that they relished to their heart’s content.

“Ah, he got that look again.” Albus dryly commented when the other boy dreamily gazed at the fireplace. Scorpius chortled as he amusedly looked at the Muggle-born. The two seventh years were busy with their N.E.W.T.s so they rarely spent their time with their juniors but if they had time, they would join them.

“Yikes. Disgusting.” Han Sooyoung wrinkled her nose but her hands said otherwise as she jotted down something in her parchment. “At this rate I wouldn’t be surprised if both of you are engaged to each other next year.” She snorted, missing Kim Dokja’s stiffened look.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, alarmed by the escalated assumption. “Well, duh. Both of you have been dating for so long. Purebloods usually have an engagement since they are young so it’s not that weird.” Han Sooyoung waved her quill nonchalantly.

“Dating? Since when?” Kim Dokja wrinkled his eyebrows as his seniors and friends stared at him. “Both of you are not dating?” Scorpius asked in bewilderment as Kim Dokja shook his head. “Merlin, no! In the first place, if you want to date, don’t you have to like that person first? Yoo Joonghyuk doesn’t even like me!” Kim Dokja said as if it was obvious.

This time, not even Cale could mask his taken aback expression.

Sung Hyunjae merely burst into fits of chuckles as he covered his mouth with his knuckles while the others stared at Kim Dokja blankly. “Yoo Joonghyuk, you poor bastard.” Han Yoojin shook his head, sympathetic over the Gryffindor’s plight as his cousin palmed her face at Kim Dokja’s stupidity.

“Then, what about you? Do you like him?” Kim Dokja’s mouth formed a line as Alberu, whose lips stretched into a secretive smile, looked at him.

The notion of liking Yoo Joonghyuk never crosses his mind. Sure, they are close and they constantly challenge each other. They spent Christmas together. They always have fun when casting spells they had learnt together. They like watching their Patronuses playing in the Dark Forest. Also, even though Yoo Joonghyuk has a cold demeanor, he is very soft-hearted. Yoo Joonghyuk always indulges whatever Kim Dokja’s demands and Kim Dokja never gets mad at Yoo Joonghyuk for a long period. And, Yoo Joonghyuk is very handsome. Kim Dokja likes looking at his face especially when the sun reflects in his black eyes, casting golden glow and warming up his void orbs. Those eyes always softened when their eyes met and they are very beautiful that causes Kim Dokja’s heart to— oh.

Oh.

“And he gets it.” Alberu smiled genuinely.

“What’s wrong with you?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked when Kim Dokja flinched at how close they were. Kim Dokja couldn’t help but feel self-conscious now when he got an intense realization last night. Not to mention, Han Sooyoung’s playful smiles weren’t helping his case either.

“Nothing!” Kim Dokja’s voice went high-pitched as he tried to focus on Teddy’s explanation on how to cast the Patronus Charm. “Only a pure-hearted wizard can cast this spell. There is an urban legend that a married couple or people who are madly love in each other will have matching corporeal Patronuses.” The girls giggled at this as Kim Dokja stiffened while Teddy merely laughed.

There is no way, right? When they were given permission to cast the spell, all eyes automatically landed on Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja who successfully casted the spell. Their corporeal Patronuses elicited awed gasps from the students and amazement from the Aurors.

Kim Dokja relaxed when he noticed his Patronus still remained a fox although he felt quite disappointed as well. Does that mean he doesn’t have any feelings for Yoo Joonghyuk? “Great job.” Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips lifted into a small yet genuine smile that was exclusively directed to Kim Dokja.

Kim Dokja was about to have a heart attack with how fast his heart pounded. He lowered his head, face flushed into rosy pink as he mumbled a shy “Thanks.” to Yoo Joonghyuk whose black eyes locked to his brown eyes. Damn it. This is all very confusing.

If hitting puberty means he has to deal with these whiplash of emotions, it’s not fun at all.

His heart was still beating erratically.

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“Wow. Not fair.” Kim Dokja scowled at Yoo Joonghyuk who smugly stared down at him. The other’s height shot up during break and now Kim Dokja had to tilt his head even further than last year and the change on his body was very apparent. Yoo Joonghyuk’s shoulders broadened, legs grew longer, chest widened with muscles forming on his biceps and stomach.

While Kim Dokja still spotted the same lean and lithe frame with the change only being his height. Kim Dokja huffed, swiping away Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand that ruffled his hair mockingly as his foot kicked Yoo Joonghyuk’s shin.

Damn it. Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t even bat his eyes at Kim Dokja’s assault.

Yoo Joonghyuk’s calloused hand brushed against his hand which caused him to drop his book on the train’s floor. Yoo Joonghyuk quirked his brows questioningly as Kim Dokja’s cheeks painted with rosy pink.

“Sorry. My hand slips.” Kim Dokja said insincerely, covering up his blunder with a chuckle as he avoided looking at Yoo Joonghyuk. This is another problem. Kim Dokja seemed to have a HUGE realization.

He, Kim Dokja, has a crush on his best friend, Yoo Joonghyuk.

“Oh, Dokja!” The Slytherin snapped his head, a smile automatically curved on his face when the familiar sight of his roommate greeted him. “Yoojin!” He waved at him as he entered the same compartment he resided in with Yoo Joonghyuk who nodded at them. Despite both of them having the same circle of friends, Yoo Joonghyuk remained distant as ever.

A boy trailed after Han Yoojin, grabbing the edge of his shirt with his fist. The boy has the same features as Han Yoojin and Kim Dokja immediately knew who he is. “Is this your brother, Han Yoohyun?” The boy bowed to Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk when Han Yoojin pushed him forward to introduce himself.

“Hello. I am Han Yoohyun. First year.” The boy said softly.

“Actually we are just passing by. The others are waiting at other compartment, so see ya later!” Han Yoojin excused himself quickly when he saw Yoo Joonghyuk’s monotonous stare landed on him. It has been a ritual by now. Their friends would leave the two boys alone by themselves in a compartment together.

It started when Han Sooyoung was sick of watching their blatant pining and just dragged everyone to another compartment. Since then, they learnt not to ride in the train with the same compartment as Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja.

When Han Yoojin left, the two were enveloped with silence once again.

“I can’t believe Albus and Scorpius graduated already.” Kim Dokja sighed forlornly, hand resting on his knuckles as he stared out of the window. The two had been great seniors to Kim Dokja. They always made sure to look out after him even when he was ostracized by his other fellow house members.

“Hm.” Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t say anything, brushing his hand to Kim Dokja’s arm as a comfort. Kim Dokja stiffened at their contacts, face dissolving into a tomato. Yoo Joonghyuk blinked, not expecting that reaction from just mere touching.

“Your face is so red. Are you sick?” His calloused hand palmed Kim Dokja’s forehead and Kim Dokja’s brain short-circuited. “Haha, am I? No, of course not.” An utterly cringe-worthy grin etched on Kim Dokja’s lips as he ducked away from Yoo Joonghyuk’s touch.

Yoo Joonghyuk’s brows furrowed in confusion but once again he kept his mouth mum.

“This is bad for my heart. Seriously bad.” Kim Dokja gasped as he sat on his house’s table. “What is it?” Alberu looked at him in concern. The sixth year prefect straightened his back when Kim Dokja looked at him wildly.

“This is all your fault. If you didn’t point out that I have a crush on Yoo Joonghyuk last year, I wouldn't be like this.” Kim Dokja grumbled to the blonde whose lips twitched in amusement, remembering the said day very clearly.

“Give some credit to Alberu, Dokja! If not, you will be so freaking dense of your own feelings.” Han Sooyoung said, rolling her eyes as she watched the Sorting with a lollipop in her mouth like always.

“Excuse me. I know my feelings very well, okay?” Kim Dokja argued. The others stared at him flatly like they didn’t believe he had the audacity to say that as Sung Hyunjae chuckled. “Ah, it's Yoohyun's turn, Yoojin.” Han Sooyoung patted her cousin’s arm who focused his attention on his brother.

“GRYFFINDOR!”

“Ah, that’s too bad.” Han Yoojin sighed but he clapped along to the cheers of the Gryffindors. Han Yoohyun seemed to dislike this decision too since he kept on glancing at Han Yoojin with moody eyes. Moon Hyuna jubilantly pulled the younger boy down, ruffling his hair with a teasing grin which earned a frown from the boy as Song Taewon nodded to the 11 years old boy.

After the Sorting ended, the feast started and ended as usual. The students returned to their respective dormitories after that.

“Hyung!” From afar, Kim Dokja heard a voice calling out and Han Yoojin who was beside him turned so quickly that his robe swished dramatically. “Yoohyun!” The boy leapt to his brother, hugging his midriff with a sulky pout.

“What’s wrong, Yoohyun-ah?” Han Yoojin’s hand automatically brushed his brother’s hair. “Everyone is so annoying.” Han Yoohyun said grouchily as Han Yoojin laughed at the childish response. “Come on. Since you are at Hogwarts, go and befriend someone.” Han Yoojin urged with a happy smile.

“I have hyung. I don’t need anyone else.” Han Yoohyun’s reply was instant as Han Yoojin shook his head fondly. “Hyung has to go to class now. Get along with your house members or people in your year, okay?” Seemingly reluctant but not wanting to disappoint his older brother, Han Yoohyun nodded and released him slowly.

“You guys are close.” Cale noted casually. Han Yoojin only shrugged. “Our parents never seem to be around so I took care of Yoohyun ever since he’s a kid. That’s why he’s quite attached to me.” He said, twirling his wand absentmindedly.

“Must be nice to have a sibling.” Kim Dokja mused as he watched several first years gathered around Han Yoohyun who looked constipated at the thought of socializing yet still gave effort to do so.

“Oh, right. You have siblings too, right, Cale? Step-siblings, if I’m not mistaken?” The red-haired nodded at Kim Dokja’s inquiry. “Basen and Lily. They are younger than Yoojin’s brother.” Cale uttered, smoothly slipping his hands into his pocket. “Looks like we are the only child here, Dokja.” Han Sooyoung sighed dramatically, slinging her arm around Kim Dokja’s shoulder although she had to tip-toe a little.

“Seems like it.” Kim Dokja hummed. All of sudden, the weight on his shoulders was gone and he saw Yoo Joonghyuk picking up Han Sooyoung by the scruff of her neck like he was holding a dirty kitten before putting – throwing – her aside.

“YOU BASTARD!” Han Sooyoung hollered at Yoo Joonghyuk, shaking her fist to the Gryffindor who ignored her like usual. Cale patted Han Sooyoung’s back comfortingly.

“My, Joonghyuk. That is quite rude.” Kim Dokja said flatly, although a glimmer of mischief glistened in his brown eyes as Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips twitched playfully as well. “When?” Hearing that, Kim Dokja glanced at him, motioning silently with his finger. Something that only him and Yoo Joonghyuk could understand.

This Friday night.

Yoo Joonghyuk nodded.

“Where are you going? There is a lightning storm right now and it is almost curfew.” Alberu’s voice stopped Kim Dokja who stood before the entrance of his dormitory. The prefect who was in charge of patrol today looked at him inquisitively.

“I will be going out for a while. I swear I won’t cause any trouble!” Kim Dokja swore when Alberu looked at him suspiciously. “That seriously makes me consider not letting you out even more.” The blonde said dryly as Kim Dokja grimaced. Damn it.

“Fine. Just don’t be out too late. Be back before curfew.” Kim Dokja beamed to the exasperated sixth year.  “Thanks, Alberu!” He swiftly left his dormitory, jogging over to the place he and Yoo Joonghyuk promised to meet.

From afar, he could see a silhouette of a boy leaning against the wall, holding two vials of potions. “You are late.” Yoo Joonghyuk said with a frown, pushing himself off the wall. “Sorry, sorry. Alberu caught me at the entrance just now.” Kim Dokja clasped his hands apologetically as a familiar door popped out to existence nearby them.

Room of Requirements.

As they entered the room, instead of the usual crackling fireplace and couches, they were greeted by a wide and plain space. A huge window that showed the outside view flashed ominously every time lightning struck with a thunderous roar.

“Ready?” Kim Dokja took one of the potions held by Yoo Joonghyuk. Both of them stood while facing each other, eyes trained on the window. Yoo Joonghyuk nodded. The two clinked their vials together with determined yet wry expressions.

“ Amato Animo Animato Animagus .”

Then they downed the potions. Lighting struck once again and the two figures of the boys were gone.

Kim Dokja’s entire body hurt. He curled in, hands trying to grapple his chest but something was odd. He blearily opened his eyes and raised his hands, eyes widening when instead of flesh, he was greeted by white fur.

Wait… does this mean.

Kim Dokja raised his body, body tingling with pain yet he pushed through. He was crouching on all-four and tried out his new body. Four legs. Must be a land animal but what? His head whipped around, looking for some sort of reflection.

A mirror popped out. Well, that is convenient. Kim Dokja trotted to the mirror, body swaying since he wasn’t used to the new form. He was giddy to know what animal he transformed into.

A pair of silver eyes blinked to the reflection, fluffy tail curled around his legs as he sat in front of the mirror. White fur trailed on his transformed body, pure and untainted as snow. Huh. Kim Dokja is a fox. Arctic fox to be exact.

Suddenly, golden eyes appeared beside him which caused him to yelp and the voice totally sounded like a fox because it was high-pitched and very animal-like. A towering figure of black mass engulfed his lithe body. Black tail tangled with his own white one.

Kim Dokja’s mouth dropped at the majestic sight of a 6 feet pure black wolf.  Wow. Even in his Animagus form, Yoo Joonghyuk is gorgeous. How is that fair?

Kim Dokja tilted his head up, pointy nose brushing against Yoo Joonghyuk’s snout who growled at him, black tail wagging energetically. Yoo Joonghyuk burrowed his huge body close to Kim Dokja, gigantic head resting on his small head.

Kim Dokja whined, feeling flattened by the heavy weight and Yoo Joonghyuk reluctantly drew away. Both of them appraised their newly-transformed bodies with amazement. 

Then, Kim Dokja raised his paw, bopping Yoo Joonghyuk’s nose. Yoo Joonghyuk glowered at him but Kim Dokja merely wagged his fluffy tail playfully. Yoo Joonghyuk’s golden eyes showed exasperation at his endearing actions.

Kim Dokja made soft, keening noises at the back of his throat that sounded like laughs, pulling himself to stand properly. His fox’s height didn’t even reach Yoo Joonghyuk’s wolf chest, he begrudgingly noticed. 

The two of them were too engrossed in their successful magic expenditure that they almost didn’t want to transform back to their human forms. But they did after a few minutes enjoying their animal form.

“HAH!” Kim Dokja breathlessly gasped, body staggering out of exhaustion. Yoo Joonghyuk caught him swiftly although he looked fatigued as well. “Gah! What’s with your eyes!” Kim Dokja gestured to Yoo Joonghyuk’s still gold-like orbs.

“I should be asking you.” Yoo Joonghyuk said pointedly. Kim Dokja quickly turned his head to the mirror, noticing that his eyes indeed were still silver. “This must be the aftereffects of the first transformation that Professor McGonagall said in the class. I think it will last around a week.” Kim Dokja observed his silver eyes that bore the same similarity with his owl, Dream.

“We should hide it.” Yoo Joonghyuk suggested, pulling out his wand before casting a simple disguised charm on both of them. Their eyes regained their original colors much to their relief. It would be a disaster if the professors know of their illegal magic expenditure.

“We should go. Curfew is about to start.” Both of them quickly left the Room of Requirement. As soon as they left the room, instead of the dark and empty corridors, they were startled to see that the corridors were bright and students could be seen going to their classes.

A few students looked at both of them who were still wearing their nightwear with surprised eyes.

“Oh, Alberu’s gonna kill me.” Kim Dokja said mournfully.

“So.” A hand clamped down on Kim Dokja’s shoulder as the fourth year stiffened when a bright smile was directed at him by the sixth year prefect. “I told you to return before curfew, didn’t I?” Alberu said pleasantly, blue eyes glinting ominously.

“Oh, that… Haha, funny story actually.” Kim Dokja shifted his disguised brown eyes with an awkward laugh. His friends and Sung Hyunjae just watched him with entertained eyes while Cale remained unbothered as usual.

“Go on.” Alberu motioned elegantly. “It’s not his fault. I took up too much of his time.” A husky voice interrupted and Yoo Joonghyuk stood beside Kim Dokja, hands coolly stuffed to his pockets. Alberu’s eyes twitched.

“Both of you… sneaked out to meet each other?” He asked slowly as Kim Dokja nodded shamefully while Yoo Joonghyuk shrugged. “I don’t want to know anymore.” Knowing that it would be a headache if he tried to meddle in the duo’s business, he backed away but still sent off a warning glare to his junior.

“Try not to do it again. I am so worried that you didn’t return last night.” His voice was tad gentler than before but still filled with concern which made Kim Dokja’s guilt worsened. “Sorry, Alberu. I won’t do it again.” Kim Dokja promised and the older boy nodded in satisfaction.

And so he said.

“So violent.” Kim Dokja murmured as he watched a group of boys fist-fighting before him. It’s almost curfew. Why are they fighting now? Kim Dokja inwardly groaned as he impatiently waited for them to finish.

A boy with white hair and crimson eyes was spouting curses to other boys as he was held by a burly boy, lips torn and face bruised. “A filthy Mudblood like you has no place in Slytherin!” Another boy lashed out, punching the white-haired boy’s stomach.

Kim Dokja’s eyes narrowed, familiar with the derogatory comments himself. He faced these kinds of bullying for years after all. They only stopped when Kim Dokja himself built up his reputation of being renowned in magic that they fear of his retributions.

What Kim Dokja didn’t know is that his friends helped too and Yoo Joonghyuk was the one who put a stop to the bullying by threatening the ones who were either verbally or physically bullying Kim Dokja.

“Fuck! Do I look like I fucking care about these shits?! So what if I am Mudblood! I have magic and that is enough for me to be a Slytherin!” The white-haired boy spat, face twisted maddeningly. “You Mudblood—“

“Well said.” The boys shot up their heads and glared at the intruder.

“Stay away from this if you don’t want a beating.” The leader of the goons warned the intruder. “You’re a first year student.” Kim Dokja noted. No wonder they didn’t cower before him. The other years knew of Kim Dokja’s ruthless ways and they always avoid to get on his nerves after what happened in Kim Dokja’s second year and after hearing or witnessing his mock duel with the famous Yoo Joonghyuk on how he could keep up with the Gryffindor Prince flawlessly.

“All of you are wizards. Shouldn’t you battle like wizards?” Kim Dokja said nonchalantly. “Hah! A Mudblood shouldn’t have magic in the first place.  A good old beating is suited for him. Befitting of Mudbloods.” The leader said arrogantly.

“Oh, my. Then should I show you how Mudbloods battle then?” Kim Dokja feigned an innocent look, drawing his wand out blindingly fast. “ Engorgio Skullus .” The leader’s head immediately expanded.

He grasped his swelling head in panic as he screamed out. The other boys stood around him, clueless on how to help him. “Better run along to the Hospital Wing before your head explodes.” Kim Dokja smiled pleasantly. This caused the boy to scream even more.

“Just wait! I will tell my brother about this! You Mudbloods!” The leader said dramatically, supporting his head as he staggered to the direction of the Hospital Wing. “Bla bla bla.” Kim Dokja rolled his eyes as he kneeled before the astonished white-haired boy.

“That is so sick. How did you do that?” Accented English blurted out as the boy’s crimson eyes looked at him in amazement. “Well, that is just a simple spell. I can teach it to you if you want. Ah, I am Kim Dokja. Fourth year.” The boy’s pallid complexion seemed to brighten.

“I’m Kim Namwoon! First year. So, you’re Korean too, sunbae?” Kim Dokja’s brows curved at the formality yet he smiled at the young boy who has a penchant for cursing. “Yes and just Kim Dokja is fine.” Being in London for so long, he got used to the etiquettes here. 

“Then, Dokja hyung!” Kim Namwoon corrected himself as Kim Dokja chuckled and helped the younger boy up. “Can you teach me that spell? It looks useful.” Kim Namwoon stumbled and Kim Dokja immediately supported him. “Sure. Try not to use it for harmful intentions, though. It could be considered a crime. Not that I particularly care.” Kim Dokja shrugged.

“Are you a Mudblood too, hyung?” Kim Namwoon asked as Kim Dokja frowned. “Muggle-born.” He corrected and the boy cluelessly blinked at him. Kim Dokja patiently explained to him. The boy reminded him of himself when he first knew the existence of the wizarding world except that no one is kind enough to equip him with information.

“So, that guy is like a snobbish pureblood?” Kim Namwoon inquired as Kim Dokja nodded. Kim Namwoon frowned with sulky lips. “Not every purebloods is like that. My best friend is one and he is alright.” Kim Dokja uttered as they walked to their dormitory. Kim Namwoon insisted that he was fine and didn’t need to go to the Hospital Wing for treatment.

“That guy punched like a wimp.” Kim Namwoon snorted derisively.

“Sure, Mr. Tough.” Kim Dokja said in amusement. Both of them arrived at their dormitory right after the curfew started.

“Kim Dokja.”

“Haha… fancy meeting you here, Alberu.”

Since then, everywhere Kim Dokja goes, there will be a white-haired boy trailing after him like a puppy. Kim Dokja never found Kim Namwoon to be annoying even though he could tone down his chuuni tendencies a little.

Although someone is immensely annoyed with this predicament.

“You do know that it’s just someone hero-worships Dokja, right? Stop being jealous. It’s not like Namwoon likes him.” Jung Heewon pointed out, munching on her sandwich noiselessly as she watched Yoo Joonghyuk bent the silver fork he was holding with zero effort.

“…… I’m not jealous.”

“Hah! And you and Dokja are not dating, sure.” Jung Heewon snorted as she engaged in a conversation with a younger Korean girl named Lee Jihye who is apparently someone who hero-worships Yoo Joonghyuk. She always calls the older boy Master and it seems like Yoo Joonghyuk is the one who taught her martial arts before she went to Hogwarts. Their families knew each other since Lee Jihye came from the half-blood family that held the same prestige as the Yoo’s Family but with weaker influence.

“We are not.” Yoo Joonghyuk said flatly which earned sputters from the ferocious girl. “What the hell do you mean you guys are not dating? I thought you guys are! Everyone thought so! What with how you guys simping so hard to each other.” Jung Heewon said in disbelief as Yoo Joonghyuk leveled her with a flat stare.

“We are not.” Yoo Joonghyuk repeated.

Yet .

“Dokja hyung. That guy keeps on glaring at me.” Kim Namwoon whispered to Kim Dokja who was still reading his book. “Hm?” He raised his head and followed Kim Namwoon’s finger who pointed at Yoo Joonghyuk who was staring at them. He waved to the Gryffindor whose face slackened slightly before smoothing to nothing.

“Don’t mind him. He’s always like that.” Kim Dokja assured the younger boy. “She’s so cool…” An uncharacteristic soft mumble from Kim Namwoon had Kim Dokja snapped his head so fast at where Kim Namwoon was staring at.

“Who? Lee Jihye?” Kim Namwoon’s face bloomed red as he ducked his head. A teasing smile curled on Kim Dokja’s lips as he set his book aside. “Oho. You like her?” Kim Namwoon shook his head violently but the red tinge on his face didn’t disappear.

“No! I just found her cool. I saw her beating up someone yesterday with only her fists. A martial artist goddess.” Kim Namwoon mumbled, sighing out in admiration as Kim Dokja’s face twitched. This boy here is not right in the head.

“Why don’t you introduce yourself to her? She is Joonghyuk’s disciple and I can convince him to let you meet her.” Kim Dokja suggested as Kim Namwoon mulled about his suggestion before nodding hesitantly.

“Oh, this will be a disaster.” Han Sooyoung, who overheard their conversation, muttered.

“No.” Yoo Joonghyuk said flatly as Kim Dokja jutted his lips out, hands crossing on his chest as he stared up at the Gryffindor. The Gryffindor’s face twitched, always having a soft spot to the Slytherin’s sulky expressions.

“Oh, come on. Let kids be kids. It’s not like Jihye is your child for you to be so protective over.” Kim Dokja waved his hand exasperatedly. Yoo Joonghyuk was hesitating because he had known Lee Jihye ever since she was merely a child and she was also one of the reasons why he could take off his mind over his older brother matters by teaching her martial arts.

“Listen. I know you won’t like it but Namwoon is quite a troubled child. I want him to befriend someone of his age because maybe it will do some good for him. And Jihye is quite mature for her age and maybe it can help Namwoon to open up slightly.” Kim Dokja explained seriously.

He didn’t show it but he had grown fond of Kim Namwoon even with his chuuni disease. He got a feeling that Kim Namwoon came from a problematic household. It was especially obvious because of the bandages he refused to take off even when he was showering. He never changes it in front of the others and always quiets whenever Kim Dokja inquires about it.

Kim Dokja dreaded to know what was under all those bandages.

Yoo Joonghyuk who knew he lost this argument the moment Kim Dokja spoke to him determinedly only sighed and nodded. “Fine.” Kim Dokja beamed at him which made Yoo Joonghyuk’s ears reddened ever so slightly.

Damn it. He’s falling for this oblivious idiot fast and hard .

“Seriously? How did you manage to convince him?” Kim Namwoon asked with wide eyes as he fidgeted with his bandage. Kim Dokja just shrugged as he flipped through his book. “Go and meet her tomorrow. Try to tone down your… chuuni-ish a little.” Kim Dokja added as the younger boy smiled at him.

Cute brat . Kim Dokja inwardly mused. He really hoped that both of them would get along with each other. It would be good for Kim Namwoon to have a friend of his age. Let’s just hope Kim Namwoon didn’t screw up.

Kim Dokja has high hopes.

Which immediately was dashed of course.

“What have you done?” Kim Dokja asked flatly as he and Yoo Joonghyuk stood before the two first years who lowered their heads as their friends gathered around them, watching the ensuing drama with eager eyes. Lee Hyunsung and Choi Han looked at what happened before them with unsure eyes - bless the two innocent boys - while Cale merely sighed at the bothersome situation. Han Yoohyun peeked behind Han Yoojin’s back, eyes glittered in bemusement with a girl and another boy standing behind him. Bak Yerim from Hufflepuff and Noah Luire from Ravenclaw, Riette’s (an insane girl in Slytherin, the same year as Sung Hyunjae that Kim Dokja avoided as the two of them make a mean combination) younger brother, if Kim Dokja is not mistaken? Anyway, back to the situation at hand.  

A pile of unconscious boys and girls scattered behind the two first years.

“They pissed me off.” Kim Namwoon said darkly and Lee Jihye nodded in agreement. Oh? Looks like they got along just fine. “Lee Jihye.” Yoo Joonghyuk called out to the younger girl who flinched before putting on a brave face. There was a slight cut on her face.

“They called Kim Namwoon Mudblood, Master!” She exclaimed while gritting her teeth. Ah, no wonder. Kim Dokja realized. He had grown so used to hearing that term in his house that he forgot that it could offend other people so easily.

“And you, young man?” Kim Dokja cocked his head, crossing his arms as the boy shifted uneasily under his senior’s unusually pressured stare. “They attacked Jihye first so I just retaliated.” Kim Namwoon muttered out an excuse.

Kim Dokja glanced at the pile of bodies once again and noticed that several of them passed out with swelling heads. He blinked. “Did you use the Engorgement Charm on them?” He asked as the boy nodded in embarrassment.

“Huh, looks decent. Good job.” Kim Dokja nodded in approval as Kim Namwoon stood straighter, feeling pleased by the compliment. “Kim Dokja.” Yoo Joonghyuk rolled his eyes at the other’s distracted comment.

Their friends just watched the exchange in front of them with amused eyes. “They seem like a married couple dealing with their children’s behavior.” Lee Seolhwa chuckled lightly as the others laughed at the mental picture.

“Anyway, we should clean these up before the professors notice them.” Kim Dokja took out his wand and Yoo Joonghyuk did the same. Both of them easily casted spells on the unconscious bodies, lifting them up to the air and merely waving their wands once again. The bodies drifted to the Hospital Wing’s direction.

“We should go first before—“

“What. Are. You. Guys. Doing?” A strained voice came before them and all of them stiffened, warily turning their heads around and saw Alberu, Sung Hyunjae, Song Taewon, Moon Hyuna and Riette (why the heck is she here?) standing before them. Their eyes trained on the floating figures drifting away with flabbergasted expressions.

“All of you, follow me.”

“So, that’s what happened.” Kim Dokja finished explaining as the seniors looked at him and his friends soullessly. Riette and Sung Hyunjae were the first to break into fits of laughter as Moon Hyuna wheezed breathlessly. Song Taewon and Alberu shared mournful looks between them. Just their luck to be the sanest one amongst them.

“Merlin’s sake, all of you should be given punishment for this.” Alberu rubbed his aching forehead. There is nothing good that comes out when you interact with the peculiar duo. It’s just a stroke of luck that the brawl happened at a secluded area so there weren’t many witnesses.

“Well, it's self-defense for them, okay? Those people attacked them first!” Kim Dokja defended the first years’ actions. “Fine. I will pretend this never happened. This is their fault in the first place. And you should— what’s wrong with your eyes? I-it’s silver?” Alberu stopped in the middle of talking, brows furrowed in confusion.

Kim Dokja’s hand touched his face and with slight trepidation he glanced at Yoo Joonghyuk who spotted golden orbs instead of his black ones. The two of them tensed. “Just a spell that we messed around a few days ago. The aftereffects are like this. It will go away soon.” Kim Dokja smoothly covered up as Yoo Joonghyuk nodded, body lax and face devoid of any emotions. This caused Alberu to be puzzled more. What kind of spells could cause these effects to brilliant wizards like them? 

“What kind of spell? Wait, don’t tell me…” Alberu narrowed his eyes on the two boys. His eyes widened when they just shrugged. “You know what? I don’t want to know.” Feeling like it would trouble him in the future if he prods even more, he merely shook his head and waved his hand to dismiss the topic.

“How brave of both of you to attempt it.” Sung Hyunjae commented with a hum as the other seniors finally realized what the two had done. Song Taewon looked disturbed while Moon Hyuna looked at them in muted amazement. “Hah! How amusing.” Riette smirked as she watched them with a glimmer of interest. “Please don’t.” Kim Dokja said flatly to the older girl who grinned at him.

The others looked at Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja in confusion as they looked at their seniors’ reactions.  “Alright. We should go to our dormitories now. It’s almost curfew.” Alberu said and they headed to their respective dormitories.

“This is getting easier.” Kim Dokja noted as he leant against the tree of the Dark Forest after he transformed back to his human form. Yoo Joonghyuk followed after him, shape-shifting smoothly. “So, I was thinking of spending Christmas this year at Hogwarts again.” Kim Dokja said as Yoo Joonghyuk stared at him.

“Why?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked, a hint of disapproval marred his voice. “Oh, loosen up. My mom doesn’t mind. She got Mia, remember? Besides, I don’t mean the entire Christmas break. I will just return earlier to Hogwarts.” Kim Dokja said, stretching his tired body.

“Why?” Yoo Joonghyuk repeated, this time his voice was filled with curiosity. “I don’t know if you notice this or not but last year our Christmas break was entirely spent in the Room of Requirements.” Kim Dokja deadpanned.

Yoo Joonghyuk remembered it now. Both of them had been so immersed with the preparation to be Animagus that they only exchanged presents and greetings but didn’t do anything the entire Christmas break.

“So, I thought, we could, um, hangout together during Christmas at Hogsmeade?” Kim Dokja avoided looking at Yoo Joonghyuk as he blurted out his plan very quickly. Yoo Joonghyuk was too shocked to say anything that he stared blankly at Kim Dokja.

Kim Dokja deflated and he flashed a strained smile at Yoo Joonghyuk. “Never mind! If you are not up to it—“ “Alright.” Kim Dokja’s mouth shut automatically at Yoo Joonghyuk’s reply. A smile flickered on Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips. “Okay.” Kim Dokja breathlessly uttered, cheeks pinked yet the giddy feelings bloomed in his guts, not knowing that Yoo Joonghyuk got a similar reaction with him.

Both of them could barely wait for Christmas. 

The Christmas break was over before they knew it and the students of Hogwarts now boarded the train for their second semester. “Huh, Dokja? Why are you alone here? Where’s Yoo Joonghyuk?” Han Yoojin, who was surprised by Kim Dokja’s lone appearance in the compartment, asked him with his younger brother trailing behind him.

Kim Dokja sighed, closing his book with a snap. “You are like the eighth person who asked me that. I am not obligated to stay beside him all the time, aren’t I?” Han Yoojin frowned at the odd tone his friend used. “Well, if you said so…” Han Yoojin closed the compartment’s door slowly and headed to his usual compartment with a puzzled face.

As he passed another compartment, he saw another familiar figure. It’s Yoo Joonghyuk who was staring off into space. The students didn’t dare to approach that compartment so he was sitting alone. Noting this sudden change, he slid into his compartment.

“Guys—“ “Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja?” Han Sooyoung cut in before he could ask anything. Their friends were already there and Han Yoojin ushered his little brother to the next compartment where Lee Jihye, Kim Namwoon, Bak Yerim and Noah could be seen talking to each other. Han Yoohyun pouted but obeyed as he closed the doors.

“Are they fighting?” Yoo Sangah asked, concern glimmered in her kind eyes. “I asked Yoo Joonghyuk but he just glared at me. You know how he is.” Jung Heewon said while rolling her eyes yet even she frowned uneasily.

Sure, Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja fought on a daily basis, what with challenging and upping each other, but this felt quite… different. They never get angry for too long and always make up quickly.

Already Yoo Joonghyuk’s and Kim Dokja’s friends could feel that the incoming days would be terrible to the whole Hogwarts.

And it was proven to be true.

The students of Hogwarts and even the professors could see the sudden distance between the famous duo. They barely talked to each other. Their exchange was curt and cold like they were speaking for the sake of courtesy. Not to mention, the hostility they gave off every time their eyes met was very horrible to look at.

In a blink of an eye, they went from best friends to archenemies.

Kim Dokja’s scathing remarks and Yoo Joonghyuk’s withering retorts were the norm now. They could no longer stand beside each other and they changed their partners for the subjects they took together.

The atmosphere between the two was oppressive and it suffocated the whole classroom. Every time they spoke, everyone would tense up because they could literally feel electricity crackling between the two. The tension was very high and not good for their health at all.

Everyone thought that whatever happened between the two would be solved soon but they were mistaken because it went on for weeks and now reaching months .

“This is driving me crazy.” Jung Heewon heaved a sigh as she palmed her face. Lee Hyunsung gently patted her back. They were now sitting at the spot where Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja always sit but now were left alone because of their current… situation.

Not that everyone gets near the tree even when the duo doesn’t come there anymore.

“What do you think happened for them to be like this?” Choi Han who was usually quiet finally voiced out his concern. The knight of the Henituse’s household was looking at Cale who frowned as well.

“Something must have happened during the Christmas break.” Cale theorized, glancing at his friends who mulled over what he said. “I think the same.” Han Sooyoung agreed and for once she wasn’t eating candies. This showed that she was bothered by their fight too.

“So, let’s ask Dokja what happened.” Han Yoojin concluded before his brown eyes slowly shifted to Jung Heewon who grimaced. “… I have to ask Yoo Joonghyuk, don’t I?” Han Yoojin smiled apologetically as the Gryffindor sighed before nodding.

“Things I do for those idiots.” She grumbled and everyone agreed with her wryly.    

“Scram.”

“I haven’t said anything, you bastard!” Jung Heewon snapped to Yoo Joonghyuk who was staring at the fireplace while sitting on an armchair that officially became his. His hands were absentmindedly stroking his black owl – Plotter. A frown curved on his brows.

“So, what’s the deal with you and Dokja?” Not one to beat around the bush, Jung Heewon asked directly. The frown worsened and his mouth pressed into a firm line, black eyes glowed ominously, reflected by the fire.

“Nothing.” He answered curtly. “Hah! Bullshit!” Jung Heewon snorted as she crossed her arms, sweeping away her raven lock as she looked at Yoo Joonghyuk judgingly. “Whatever happens, make up with him. You guys are making the whole school uncomfortable.” She bit out.

Yoo Joonghyuk leveled a deathly glare at his fellow house member. His body was tense like he was restraining himself from resorting to violence or casting curses at Jung Heewon. Not that he would do it. It would disappoint Kim Dokja if Yoo Joonghyuk hurt their friends and Yoo Joonghyuk may seem like a jerk but he wasn’t that callous to attack his so-called friends.

Finally, Yoo Joonghyuk’s body loosened and he slumped at the armchair with a defeated pose that never was seen from him. “It’s complicated.” He uttered a short answer. Well, look at him answering obediently and more importantly, Jung Heewon is still alive. What an accomplishment.

“Something happens during Christmas break?” Judging by the dark look that crossed on Yoo Joonghyuk’s face, Jung Heewon knew that Cale’s theory hit the mark.

Yoo Joonghyuk’s mind couldn’t help but repeat that day again.

“Merry Christmas, Joonghyuk-ah, Mia-ya, mom!” Kim Dokja cheerily greeted the people around him who wished him “Merry Christmas.” as well.  “Oppa, do you and Dokja oppa need to go so early?” Yoo Mia pouted as she tugged the hem of Yoo Joonghyuk’s black shirt. Yoo Joonghyuk smiled as he kneeled down and whispered something to Yoo Mia.

Yoo Mia gasped dramatically as her black eyes switched between Kim Dokja and her brother. “Then what are you waiting for, oppa?! Go and get ready!” She shoved her brother to Kim Dokja’s room where Yoo Joonghyuk always shared with the former every break.

“Going on a date?” Lee Sookyung whispered to Kim Dokja’s ear who blushed while shaking her head. “Not like that, Mom. Just hanging out, really.” Lee Sookyung merely hummed with glistening brown eyes. “Sure, Dokja-ya.” She laughed lightly.

Both of them dressed up and packed their stuff very quickly since they didn’t bring many things. They stepped into the fireplace that burned green. The fireplace now was connected to the fireplace at Hogwarts’ office.

Speaking out their destination, they threw down the Floo powder and instantly the green fire consumed them. “Less ashes on the floor please.” A voice murmured absently and when they came to, Professor Namgung was seen grading the tests at her seat.

“Huh, back so soon you two?” Professor Namgung quirked her brows at the duo who bowed at her. “We thought we could spend the rest of Christmas break here.” Kim Dokja answered amicably as Yoo Joonghyuk bent down and picked up their stuff on the floor.

“Merry Christmas, Professor!” Kim Dokja waved to his professor who smiled at them, watching the two left the office with a soft hum.

“Ugh. Let’s rest. We can go to Hogsmeade this weekend, hm?” Kim Dokja grinned at Yoo Joonghyuk who nodded along to Kim Dokja’s excited planning. They have a week before school starts and both of them want to spend their time with each other to their heart’s content.

The next day, Kim Dokja woke up with mild nervousness and excitement. “Joonghyuk-ah!” He called out to the boy who was waiting at their usual spot. He wore his usual black attire that stood out amongst the white background. The Gryffindor lifted his head, particles of snow sliding down from his wavy black hair as his lips stretched into a smile.

Kim Dokja’s heart sped up at the scenic sight and squashed down the urge to sigh out dreamily and stared at Yoo Joonghyuk. “Let’s go?”  A shy smile curled on Kim Dokja’s lips, gloved hand sweeping away his wandering fringes. Yoo Joonghyuk’s black eyes softened as they walked to Hogsmeade.

The whole trip was filled with Kim Dokja’s chatters and Yoo Joonghyuk's single yet thoughtful replies. “Where do you want to go first?” Kim Dokja asked as Yoo Joonghyuk’s brows furrowed thoughtfully.

“Honeydukes. I promise Mia to buy her some sweets.” Yoo Joonghyuk decided and Kim Dokja was happy to oblige, tugging on Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand as they headed to the famous sweet shop. Warmth immediately enveloped them. The shop was kind of desolate since most of the students of Hogwarts returned home. Kim Dokja eyed all the array of sweets with a watering mouth and childish delight that had Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips quivering into a fond smile.

There were shelves upon shelves of the most succulent-looking sweets imaginable. Creamy chunks of nougat, shimmering pink squares of coconut ice, fat, honey-coloured toffees; hundreds of different kinds of chocolate in neat rows; there was a large barrel of Every Flavour Beans, and another of Fizzing Whizzbees, the levitating sherbet balls; along yet another wall were ‘Special Effects’ sweets: Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum (which filled a room with bluebell-coloured bubbles that refused to pop for days), the strange, splintery Toothflossing Stringmints, tiny black Pepper Imps (‘breathe fire for your friends!’), Ice Mice (‘hear your teeth chatter and squeak!’), peppermint creams shaped like toads (‘hop realistically in the stomach!’), fragile sugar-spun quills and exploding bonbons."

“I want to buy some for mom too.” Kim Dokja chirped as he headed to his favorite sweet section. “Are you sure it’s for your mom and not you?” Yoo Joonghyuk teased the older boy who cheekily grinned at him. “Killing two birds with one stone.” He replied joyfully.

“Mom will freak out if she eats this.” Kim Dokja giggled as he took a fistful of Ice Mice. Her brown eyes glimmered tenderly as his lips automatically curled into a smile. Yoo Joonghyuk merely snorted as he picked the sweets for his sister carefully. He didn’t want to send her into sugar hype if he bought too many sweets for her.

After buying and sampling a few new sweets they haven’t tried, (“Geh! It explodes!” “Spit it out, you fool!) they left the Honeydukes with each holding a handful of paper bags tucked in their arms. “This sugar quill tastes good. Want some?” Kim Dokja glanced at Yoo Joonghyuk, mouth munching on a sugar quill. Yoo Joonghyuk leant down, biting the edge of the sugar quill that was hanging off from Kim Dokja’s mouth and hummed at the taste, relishing at Kim Dokja’s expression whose face lit up into an interesting variety of red.

“Y—you can ask for one instead of taking mine.” Kim Dokja stammered, ducking his head to hide his flushed cheeks that certainly didn’t become red because of the cold. “Yeah, it tastes good.” Yoo Joonghyuk agreed, ignoring Kim Dokja’s stuttering earlier.

“Three Broomsticks?” Yoo Joonghyuk suggested it when he noticed Kim Dokja shivering as an icy wind blew around them, tousling his messy black hair and dusting it with white flakes. “Y-yeah, that sounds good.” Kim Dokja’s teeth clattered noisily as Yoo Joonghyuk huffed in amusement.

Yoo Joonghyuk adjusted the paper bag in his arms and used one of his hands to hold Kim Dokja’s hand who looked at him in confusion. The taller boy smoothly slipped their entwined hands into the pocket of his black coat. “Warmer?” Yoo Joonghyuk quirked a small smile to the shorter boy who nodded, tips of his ears blooming rosy pink.

A puff of cold breath slipped out from their mouths as they breathed the icy air and walked to Three Broomstick, holding hands, hearts unknowingly beating at the same rhythm.

“I want to have hot chocolate.” Kim Dokja said as he took off his white coat, rubbing his gloved hands together as Yoo Joonghyuk looked at him. “No Butterbeer?” He asked, yet ordered anyway, having the same thing as his best friend.

“Nah, I’m craving for some hot chocolate now. Mom usually brew some for us, remember?” Kim Dokja fondly reminisced the Christmas he spent with the Yoo’s siblings and his mother. Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips tugged into a tiny smile.

Yoo Joonghyuk never looks forward to Christmas but ever since he met Kim Dokja, his Christmas has never been more colorful and... fun. He watched how Kim Dokja chattered on, hands motioning and lips stretched into a beautiful smile. How his brown eyes glimmered exotically and soft yet heartfelt chuckles slipped past his mouth once in a while.

Ah, I really like him.

Yoo Joonghyuk hid his flushed cheeks behind his mug of hot chocolate, face warmed at his brazen thought. Did Kim Dokja even like him? He always indulges at the thought of having Kim Dokja as his companion (lover) but he fears the other won’t have the same feeling as him.

“Joonghyuk-ah?”  A concerned voice echoed in his ears and he blinked, startled to see Kim Dokja putting on his white coat while handing out his black coat to him. “I think we should head back to the castle. It’s almost closing time.” Yoo Joonghyuk frowned. Time passed so fast whenever he spent time with Kim Dokja.

Both of them left the pub and trod on the snowy ground. Kim Dokja playfully flicked the snow on his boots to Yoo Joonghyuk who glared at him. Laughing, Kim Dokja ran up to a hill with Yoo Joonghyuk following after him immediately. He was so used to Kim Dokja’s whims that he wasn’t surprised when Kim Dokja transformed into his fox form as soon as they reached the edge of a forest.

He felt his bones shaped themselves into his wolf form and he found himself chasing after Kim Dokja who wagged his teasing fluffy tail to him. His instinct told him to chase after the sly fox and so he did. Their chase went on for quite a long time that only ended when Yoo Joonghyuk tackled down Kim Dokja to the snowy ground.

Kim Dokja released keening noises that Yoo Joonghyuk knew as his laughter before shifting back to his human form which he did as well. “You don’t have to tackle me down!” Kim Dokja wheezed as he pushed Yoo Joonghyuk’s wide chest with a crinkled smile.

Yoo Joonghyuk laughed gruffly as he tucked his head to the crook of Kim Dokja’s neck, heart beating erratically as adrenaline thrummed in his veins. “Get up. I am getting wet here.” Kim Dokja shook his head, lines of laughter adorned his face as he looped his arms around Yoo Joonghyuk’s neck, smiling cheekily.

Yoo Joonghyuk hoisted the boy up who released a startled shriek that had him laughing as well. Yoo Joonghyuk’s muscled arms hugged Kim Dokja’s slim waist as he stared at Kim Dokja who looked at him with affectionate eyes. “You are so mean.” Kim Dokja tapped his nose with his gloved finger, the cheekiness he had slowly melted away to softer expression.

Kim Dokja’s fingers traced the curve of Yoo Joonghyuk’s jaw and before he knew it, soft lips pressed against his own. It was a brief and chaste kiss, so gentle and tender that one could miss but not Yoo Joonghyuk.

Yoo Joonghyuk held Kim Dokja’s chin and delved for another kiss.

When they separated, Kim Dokja flushed so beautifully under the twinkling icicles. Hands resting on Yoo Joonghyuk’s wide chest as he exhaled hot breath shakily. Yoo Joonghyuk caressed Kim Dokja’s cheek, black eyes soft and loving.

“Kim Dokja. Will you go out with me?”

Kim Dokja’s face stiffened like he couldn’t believe what he just heard from Yoo Joonghyuk. Realization of what happened just now between them dawned on him. Him? Going out with Yoo Joonghyuk? The Gryffindor Prince? The sole heir and esteemed pureblood of the Yoo’s Family? The greatest wizard in Hogwarts?

Did he even deserve love from that kind of person?

Insecurities that he pushed away all these years came rushing to him like tides crashing against the shore. He wasn’t a fool to not realize how the other houses view their friendship. A cunning Slytherin tainting the great Gryffindor. How others were very wary of him. His friends alleviated his insecurities but that didn’t mean they would go away.

Kim Dokja’s hands began to tremble. No, he couldn’t do this. Not to Yoo Joonghyuk. Not to Yoo Mia who probably looks forward to her brother’s future spouse. Not him. Surely, surely they would understand, right?

“No way.” The answer came surprisingly easy.

The confusion that crossed on Yoo Joonghyuk’s face was expected but no amount of preparation could prepare Kim Dokja from shaking when he saw the hurt that flashed in his black eyes. Kim Dokja’s trembling hands detached the arms around him. Yoo Joonghyuk probably was too shocked because he released him immediately.

Silence stewed between the two. “Why?” Yoo Joonghyuk tried to be patient but his voice came out strained and filled with unbridled anger. Kim Dokja breathed out slowly. If he did this, there wouldn’t be turning back. Yeah, there wouldn’t be.

Yet, Kim Dokja was grateful for the precious memories they had created together all these years. He couldn’t be greedy. The others needed Yoo Joonghyuk more than him.

Plastering a mocking smirk on his face, he cocked his head to the side as he channeled his mean inner Slytherin. “Wow. So you do like me. I thought my friends were joking.” Kim Dokja scoffed as he took a few backward steps.

“…… what do you mean by that?” Yoo Joonghyuk’s confusion rapidly fell away as his black eyes that were always warm when looking at Kim Dokja now clouded with icy glint. Kim Dokja kissed him first so that means he did like him, right?

So, why is he acting like this? Like—like a regular low-life Slytherin?

“I was just wondering how you would react if I did that but seriously? Geez, Joonghyuk-ah.” Kim Dokja feigned a disappointed sigh as he haughtily looked at the Gryffindor. Yoo Joonghyuk stared at him.

Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand twitched and before he could stop himself, he drew his wand, mind buzzed with disappointment, dismay, sadness, confusion, hurt—

But Kim Dokja was faster. Always has been.

“ Expelliarmus! ” The powerful spell hit Yoo Joonghyuk, throwing his wand away and flung himself to an oak tree. He slid to the snowy ground, lifeless and betrayed black eyes watched the retreating back of his first love fading away in the flurry of snow. His fists clenched tightly, thinking, since when was it all fake? 

“You fool.” Kim Dokja said coldly.

The Slytherin left the stunned Gryffindor behind, pace fast and quick as he dry-heaved. Tears pricked in his eyes as he bore the pain of his heart being squeezed painfully. It’s fine, he’s okay. This is fine. It should be this way. He shouldn’t have met Yoo Joonghyuk and interacted with him in the first place.

The two of them lived a very different life. So, it should be fine to sever their ties early. It’s the right decision. Kim Dokja turned into a lone alleyway, clutching at the bricked walls as he slid to the ground powerlessly.

“Like hell it is.” Kim Dokja whispered to himself, tears finally slipped past his brown eyes as he sobbed to his gloved yet freezing hands.

It hurts. It’s painful.

Kim Dokja never knew that letting someone go would hurt this much.

If only Kim Dokja turned away from Yoo Joonghyuk’s insistence of being his friend.

If only Kim Dokja ignored Yoo Joonghyuk when he bought his wand at Ollivanders.

If only Kim Dokja didn’t meet Yoo Joonghyuk that day.

Maybe he wouldn’t fall in love with Yoo Joonghyuk. 

And destroying both of their hearts.

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“You are in the way.” A husky voice said monotonously. Kim Dokja clicked his tongue, annoyed brown eyes shifted from his book to glance at the void black orbs. “Well, I’m sorry, your Majesty. This hallway is not yours.” Kim Dokja remarked sarcastically.

Yoo Joonghyuk narrowed his eyes to the lithe boy who smiled politely at him. The same snarky smile he always has whenever he talks to someone bothersome. To think that smile was directed at him now. How odd that this person before him was once his best friend.

And his first love.

“Tsk.” Yoo Joonghyuk clicked his tongue as well before walking past the Slytherin who glared at him. “Childish.” Kim Dokja muttered yet Yoo Joonghyuk heard it. His eyes twitched and he pulled out his wand. “ Relashio .” The book Kim Dokja was holding dropped on the floor with a thud.

The surrounding students who saw this immediately retracted like it was an instinctual reaction. Some of them even pulled away the unaware first years who were still not familiar with how Hogwarts work.

Kim Dokja’s brows throbbed as he pulled out his wand, smile turning cold and ruthless. “Do you want to have a go right now, Yoo Joonghyuk?” His voice was saccharinely sweet as Yoo Joonghyuk faced him stoically while holding his own wand.

“Sure.” Yoo Joonghyuk answered simply. The students inhaled sharply at the blatant challenge of illegal duelling. Before both of them could attack each other, a loud yell halted them on their tracks.

“Stop!” Alberu slid between the two, blue eyes firmly gazing at the two fifth years. The Head Boy glanced at their wands, silent warning was clear on his face. Yoo Joonghyuk tsked, slipping his wand into his sleeve as Kim Dokja did the same, retrieving his book that laid on the floor.

Yoo Joonghyuk left the two Slytherins with a swish of his robe. A scary scowl painted on his face yet there was hidden disappointment flickered in his black eyes. Alberu sighed and looked at his junior who opened his book like nothing just happened.

“Kim Dokja.” Alberu cautiously called out the younger boy who merely shook his head, not wanting to say anything as he headed to his classroom. Alberu exhaled in irritation. This is like the third time in a day he had to stop a fight ensuing between Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja. It would be a calamity to Hogwarts if a fight erupted between the two most powerful wizards.

Alberu didn’t become a Head Boy to babysit these two emotional constipated boys. He better got a damn fine pay cut for this.  

Kim Dokja absentmindedly twirled his wand as he watched his own pillow zooming across the class. The Locomotor spell was easy to cast and Kim Dokja was bored. He took a quick glance at Yoo Joonghyuk who spotted the same expression as him.

His chest suddenly tightened at a painful reminder of what had become of their relationship flashed in his mind. He chose this, right? He had no right to be hurt by his own decision. This is for the best. Kim Dokja breathed out slowly, trying to steady his wavering heart.

A pillow suddenly whacked the back of his head and he jolted from where he stood. He turned and scowled at the person who did it. “So sorry, Dokja! I, well, actually it’s Yoo Joonghyuk. I wanted him to throw the pillow so I could try to cast a spell on a moving object. I didn’t expect it to hit you…” Jung Heewon’s voice trailed off in horror as she noticed her mistake of mentioning the other boy’s name when Kim Dokja narrowed his eyes at Yoo Joonghyuk.

Everyone grimaced as soon as the mistake was done. Kim Dokja pointed his wand to one of the laying pillows and slammed it to Yoo Joonghyuk’s face. The Gryffindor’s face was positively murderous as he gripped his wand tightly.

“An eye for an eye, right?” Kim Dokja smiled icily at the handsome boy who looked at him coldly, ready to lunge at Kim Dokja at any given moment.

“And that’s for today!” Keen-eyed Professor Flitwick immediately cut in as he smiled jovially at his students yet even he couldn’t help but watch the two with mild anxiety. Kim Dokja sent off a haughty look at Yoo Joonghyuk before leaving the classroom with assured strides.

Yoo Joonghyuk gritted his teeth yet didn’t say anything as he left the classroom as well. The others relaxed as soon as the two left their sights. “They have to be like this when we are sitting for our O.W.Ls, don’t they?” Han Sooyoung bemoaned.

Last year, Yoo Joonghyuk’s and Kim Dokja’s friends already asked the two of what happened between them but they never revealed anything, keeping their mouths sealed away. It was hard to convince them since they were stubborn mulls who would rather die than talk.

They gave up eventually and what happened right now, all the fights, arguing, almost dueling and petty comments were the norm. It would be rare for one to see them together and one could feel the tension whenever both of them stand at the same place.

That’s why most of the students in Hogwarts were wary of being in the same space with the two. You never know when the nuclear bomb would go off. Even the professors could sense their hostility to each other. They subtly tried to help but the last time they did, the two of them exploded the entire classroom when they were arguing while creating potions together. The two were unharmed of course, protecting themselves and the others with their sturdy Shield Charms.

“I hope they can clear up their misunderstanding. It has almost been a year since they acted this way.” Han Yoojin sighed wistfully as he gathered his stuff.

“Ditto.” The others answered wearily. Knowing Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja, it won’t happen anytime soon.

Winter wind was blowing in, ruffling Kim Dokja’s hair as he tied a letter to Dream’s leg. It’s a letter for his mother. It’s to assure her that he was fine. She had noticed the odd air between him and Yoo Joonghyuk especially when Kim Dokja returned to their home with flushed visage and teary eyes even though he said he would spend the remaining Christmas break at Hogwarts.

Bihyung had picked up Yoo Mia right after Kim Dokja got home, red pupils glancing at the young boy worriedly as he cradled the confused and sleepy little girl. They kept what happened between them a secret so as to not worry Lee Sookyung, Yoo Mia and Bihyung but maybe the adults secretly knew what transpired but feigned ignorance for their comfort.

Poor Yoo Mia not knowing that her oppas were heartbroken.

“Thank you, Dream-ya.” Kim Dokja stroked the fluffy head of his owl with a small smile when the owl hooted and nibbled on his finger affectionately. The owl flapped his wings and soared to the grey sky.

A cloud of cold breath formed as Kim Dokja exhaled. It’s cold . He mused as he tucked in his hands to his chest. He tilted his head to the gloomy sky. “Maybe I should spend Christmas with Mom this year.” He uttered softly, brown eyes watching white snowflakes drifting down to earth aimlessly.

Kim Dokja sighed and turned to leave the Owlery. “Ooof!” Kim Dokja’s nose hit against a warm wall which made him quickly back away, losing his footing on the slippery floor. A pair of strong arms quickly caught him as he braced for his painful fall.

“Hah. Thank you—“ He sighed gratefully as he lifted his head with a relieved smile only for it to disappear when a pair of black eyes stared down at him with a stoic gaze.

Kim Dokja’s smile stiffened, his hands that were resting on his savior’s wide chest curled unknowingly and his face lit up in embarrassment. Kim Dokja immediately wrenched himself away from the warm embrace and left without looking at Yoo Joonghyuk. Yoo Joonghyuk’s black eyes trailed after the vanishing figure of the Slytherin.

What an interesting reaction for someone who claims to not have feelings for him.

“Merry Christmas, Mom.” Kim Dokja bended down, kissing his mother’s cheek who hummed as she cooked warm broth for both of them. “Merry Christmas, Dokja-ya.” Lee Sookyung ruffled her son’s hair who smiled at her. Her little boy grew up so well that he now surpassed Lee Sookyung’s height.

“What for breakfast?” Kim Dokja asked, brown eyes peeking at the food his mother cooked. “Seaweed soup like usual of course.” Kim Dokja smiled softly at this. It’s like a ritual in their household to have seaweed soup for Christmas. It started when Yoo Mia confessed that she never had seaweed soup before for any celebration because she never celebrates anything, not even her birthday, and the two Kim’s were shocked to hear this.

Yoo Joonghyuk was reprimanded for this even though the boy was quite puzzled by their reactions. It seemed like years of growing up in foreign country made him forget some of his customs because he found it to be something trivial.

Or maybe because Yoo Joonghyuk found the seaweed soup to be hypocritical because to have one is to show their gratitude and appreciation to their mothers that he certainly didn’t feel for his birth-mother.

Anyway, after that Lee Sookyung immediately cooked up some for Yoo Mia and the rest, not knowing that it would become their ritual. Sounds of chopping and slicing filled the kitchen as Kim Dokja ladled some rice cake soup into a bowl.

“Dokja-ya.” Kim Dokja hummed as a reply as he tasted some of the soup. “Is everything alright with you and Joonghyuk-ah?” Kim Dokja’s hand froze as he slowly put the ladle back into the pot. A nervous chuckle escaped from his mouth.

“We are just fine, Mom.” Kim Dokja flashed a quirky smile to his mother who washed the utensils she used for cooking and wiped her hands on her apron. She checked the boiling seaweed soup before turning her gaze to her son.

“Dokja-ya. You’re an independent person and I acknowledge that I may be not the best mother for you all these years.” Lee Sookyung exhaled shakily as she brushed her jaw with her fingers. “Mom. You know that’s not it.” Kim Dokja immediately argued as Lee Sookyung smiled faintly at him.

“That’s why I am so happy when you befriended Joonghyuk-ah. He’s a kind boy. A little stoic but kind nonetheless. You show sides that I have never seen from you before when you are with him.” Lee Sookyung continued as Kim Dokja bit his lower lip guiltily.

“I am not the type to meddle in someone’s business but I trust both of you to be able overcoming this obstacle you have.” Lee Sookyung’s words never seemed to be affectionate but her sincerity delivered to Kim Dokja who nodded weakly.

“Okay, Mom.” Kim Dokja mumbled as Lee Sookyung patted his shoulder comfortingly. After finishing up their breakfast, Kim Dokja headed to his room in the guise of finishing his homework. He laid on his bed, body seeking warmth.

Kim Dokja closed his eyes as his hands futilely patted at the empty space beside him. “So cold.” He uttered softly and curled himself under the thick blanket, nose buried to the collar of the knitted sweater with Yoo Joonghyuk’s initials sewn on it.

Christmas never feels so lonely to Kim Dokja until now.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

“OPPA!” Yoo Joonghyuk wiped his dripping sweat using a clean towel provided by the servants as he sighed out and glanced at his pouting sister. “What is it, Mia-ya?” He asked patiently, a wooden sword resting beside him as he sat next to his sister.

“You have been in the dojo ever since you came back home! Why are you not packing your stuffs? Let’s go to Ahjumma’s home! You must miss Dokja oppa too!” Yoo Mia tugged her brother’s arm, whining adorably. Yoo Joonghyuk stiffly looked at his sister who was unaware of his circumstances with Kim Dokja. She had presumed that both of them had started dating last year.

Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t dare to shatter Yoo Mia’s hopes on seeing both of them in a relationship and quite frankly, he shared the similar sentiment with Yoo Mia as well. “Sorry, Mia-ya. Oppa is quite busy. You can go on ahead with Bihyung first.” Yoo Joonghyuk curved a small smile to Yoo Mia who sulkily glared at him.

“Oppa. Do you know you have been acting so weird lately?” She crossed her arms, intelligent black eyes observed her brother’s tense face. Silence enveloped the siblings. “Are you fighting with Dokja oppa?” This time, no amount of poker faces and concealing his feelings could hide his involuntary flinch.

“You are.” Yoo Mia realised with slackening arms. Yoo Joonghyuk sighed and rubbed his face, stinging his eyes with his perspiration. Observant little Yoo Mia saw how unsettled her brother was that she rolled her eyes and stood up.

“Both of you are grown-ups already. Sort out your argument properly, Orabeoni.” Yoo Joonghyuk winced as soon as he heard the formality that seeped into his sister’s voice. With a disappointed sigh, his sister disappeared from his view.

Yoo Joonghyuk clenched the wooden sword beside him, cracking it with his immense strength, head tilting up to watch the falling snow. A scowl formed on his face. Yoo Joonghyuk had grown allergic at the sight of snow.

It reminded him of both good and bad memories.

And it’s painful to remember them.

“Welcome back.” Cale uttered to Kim Dokja who slipped into their shared room. “Hm. You too. How’s Christmas?” Kim Dokja asked the pureblood who was sipping on his usual drink – Butterbeer. The flushed cheeked pureblood lifted his head and shrugged.

“Eh, same as usual. How about you?” Cale asked languidly yet russet eyes remained sharp as ever. A despondent smile tugged on Kim Dokja’s lips as he merely lifted his shoulders and laid on his bed. Cale sipped on the Butterbeer once again.

Cale Henituse is not like Han Yoojin who shows concern earnestly and is not really like Han Sooyoung whose snarky remarks concealed her good-wills. He is more quiet and observant. But, he is still Kim Dokja’s friend and that means he does worry over the Muggle-born.

“You still like Yoo Joonghyuk.” Cale said factually as he glanced at the other Slytherin who stiffened at his blunt remark. “Stop running away from your feelings.” Cale uttered as Kim Dokja’s hands began to shake yet a cynical smile curled on his lips.

“I never thought you would be interested in my affairs, Cale.” Kim Dokja chuckled unkindly, face smoothed to his automatic polite façade. “Kim Dokja. Have you noticed?” Cale sighed as he placed down his Butterbeer, russet eyes glimmered sympathetically. “What?” Kim Dokja asked flatly.

“You haven’t smiled much.” Kim Dokja curved his brows questioningly at the pureblood who looked at him stoically. “I haven’t seen you smile genuinely for so long, Dokja.” Cale said softly, a hint of gloom tinted his voice as he stood, staring at Kim Dokja.

“Frankly, you are the happiest when you are with Yoo Joonghyuk.” Cale left the room.

Kim Dokja fisted the mattress of his bed, head hung low as his quivering lips parted hopelessly to draw oxygen to his deprived lungs. “Am I…?” Kim Dokja mumbled as lifted his head only to meet a pair of brown eyes across his bed.

Han Yoojin was sitting on his bed, cross-legged with Peace on his lap. They stared at each other for a long minute. “… since when have you been there?” Kim Dokja asked, dumbfounded by the half-blood’s appearance. Han Yoojin shrugged as he stroked Peace’s crimson fur gently.

“Long enough to agree with what Cale said.” Han Yoojin’s brown eyes that were always filled with mischief and kindness yet could turn ruthless when the well-being of his loved ones were threatened, now were misted with something close to reproach.

“I know it’s none of our right to poke our noses to your and Yoo Joonghyuk’s business. And we acknowledge that. All of us do.” Han Yoojin never averted his eyes away as he talked to Kim Dokja. His brown eyes were firm and unwavering.

“But, Dokja. Have you ever thought how we feel when both of you act that way? It pains and frustrates us to be a hopeless bystander who can only watch our friends drift apart without even knowing why.” His voice was stained with bitterness as he smiled dryly at Kim Dokja.

Kim Dokja swallowed his saliva in difficulty, now knowing what to say. For the first time, he was speechless and ran out of words. Han Yoojin shook his head before leaving the room with Peace in his arms to give the other boy a room for thinking.

Kim Dokja sat on his bed, staring at the two empty beds with lifeless eyes. What a luck to be lectured about his emotions the first thing when he was back in Hogwarts. “They are right, you know.” A feminine voice rang out and Kim Dokja shifted his eyes to Han Sooyoung who stood at the door with a candy in her mouth like usual.

…… and why are you here too?

“Sort out your shit already, Kim Dokja.” That’s the only thing that came out from Han Sooyoung’s lips as she left the room, closing the door with a loud click. Kim Dokja closed his eyes in defeat. They didn’t know.

This is the best thing he could offer to Yoo Joonghyuk.

“Basing on your face, I guess your Christmas sucks?” Jung Heewon asked with a snarky smile. Yoo Joonghyuk glared at the girl who snorted. “Honestly. You two can run a circus together. Both of you are clowns.” Jung Heewon said, flicking her hands lazily.

Yoo Joonghyuk frowned at her peculiar statement. Jung Heewon rolled her eyes as she snapped her fingers multiple times. “Cowards. That’s what you guys are.” Yoo Joonghyuk clenched his jaws, fists forming at his sides.

“He’s the one who—“ He snapped his mouth shut and Jung Heewon raised her brows. That’s a first, Yoo Joonghyuk losing his composure. “The one who what, Yoo Joonghyuk?” Jung Heewon pushed, narrowing her eyes at the so-called Gryffindor Prince.

This could be a clue or inkling to what happened to both of them last Christmas. Yoo Joonghyuk pursed his lips as Jung Heewon’s mind worked rapidly. A realisation dawned on her face. “Please don’t tell me that someone between you two confessed and the other one rejected the confession.” Jung Heewon uttered with a monotone face.

The silence was the answer.

“Oh, this is so stupid.” Jung Heewon rubbed her face. No wonder their relationship had become so weird and messed up. “I thought both of your feelings are mutual?” She gathered her wits and asked him seriously. Yoo Joonghyuk uncomfortably shifted. “I thought so too.” He admitted quietly.

“Have you asked him why he rejected you?” Jung Heewon asked patiently although a part of her was weirded out by the turn of the conversation. She was totally out of depth about this kind of thing. Good thing that Yoo Joonghyuk was looking uncomfortable too.

Yoo Joonghyuk worked his jaws as he gritted out the event quickly and curtly. “That is... quite not Dokja-like. For him to say that.” Jung Heewon wrinkled her brows. Yoo Joonghyuk lifted his shoulders before dropping them hopelessly.

Yoo Joonghyuk never knew what possessed Kim Dokja to say that as well.

“You look like you have trouble sleeping.” Sung Hyunjae brushed his elegant fingers on Kim Dokja’s dark circles. The younger boy merely smiled at him before politely leaning away from Sung Hyunjae’s touch. “Stop invading Dokja’s personal space, Hyunjae-ssi.” Han Yoojin said plainly.

“Do you want to be touched by me as well, Yoojin-ssi?” Sung Hyunjae smiled mirthfully to the half-blood who looked at him with a blank gaze before shifting his eyes to Kim Dokja. “Do you not sleep?” Concern glimmered on his face as Kim Dokja shook his head.

“Just... mild insomnia. I will brew some Sleeping Draught if it worsens.” Kim Dokja pinched his throbbing forehead. Between the mountain of homework, studying for O.W.Ls, and trying to ignore the amenity between him and Yoo Joonghyuk, they took a lot of energy from him. He just felt kind of restless somehow.

“Why don’t you ask some for Madam Pomfrey instead of brewing one?” Han Yoojin asked as he watched with worry how his friend massaged his aching head. “Can’t. She won’t give me more.” Kim Dokja shook his head. Alberu narrowed his eyes at the younger boy.

“How frequently do you take the draught?” Kim Dokja grimaced, knowing he totally dug his own grave now. He fidgeted before opening his mouth. “Once.” Seeing how unconvinced Alberu was, he continued with a small voice.

“Every night.”

……

“WHAT?”

His friends reared in shock and even Sung Hyunjae widened his eyes at him while Alberu palmed his face. “That is not good. One of these days you will slip into a coma if you consume more.” Alberu took his wand and waved it once. “ Accio Kim Dokja’s Sleeping Draught .” Several vials zoomed to his hand as he ignored Kim Dokja’s protests.

“This is robbery!” Kim Dokja frowned at the Head Boy who slipped the vials into his pocket. “This is for your own good.” Alberu said firmly as Kim Dokja dejectedly looked at the tucked away vials. If he knew he would be robbed off like this, he would charm his vials to not be taken away with just a simple Summoning Charm.

“Oh, and I will inform Professor Namgung to not lend you anything from the Potions class.” Alberu added, fully aware of Kim Dokja’s weasel-like tendencies that could find loopholes everywhere. Kim Dokja gawked at him, face reddening in anger as he stomped to his room.  The door was slammed so loudly that it could be heard even from the Common Room.

“Ah, you make him mad.” Sung Hyunjae commented as Alberu shook his head with a wry sigh. “That stubborn fellow.” The Head Boy uttered exasperatedly.

Kim Dokja was still angry with Alberu and it was obvious because he would avoid the older boy in every chance he got. Alberu knew that his actions were quite excessive but he couldn’t let one of his fellow house members slip into a coma, could he?

Especially when it comes to someone he genuinely cares for.

As for Kim Dokja, he couldn’t even sneak away from his friends to search for the ingredients he could make the Sleeping Draught because his friends kept a tight watch on him. Even his friends from other houses were informed and he was under their surveillance as well.

As much as their concern is sweet, Kim Dokja hasn't gotten any decent sleep these past days. He always shows up to the class with dark circles, slumped shoulders and fatigued mind. Heck, he even dozed off in one of the classes, something he never did before.

He tried his luck with Professor Namgung but Alberu was true to his promise. Professor Namgung declined his request immediately and she was firm about it. Only Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk could freely ask for access to the ingredients and utensils for potions because they were skillful to use them but Kim Dokja was barred from using that pass.

So, there was only one person he could turn to even though this is the last resort he was very reluctant to do.

As soon as Hagrid dismissed the class of Care of Magical Creatures, Kim Dokja caught Yoo Joonghyuk’s arm and tried to drag him away. The Gryffindor who hates being touched by people immediately tried to wrench his arm away, wand ready to slip in his hand only to be stopped when he noticed who the assailant was.

The students around them were shocked too as they watched what happened while Hagrid kept an anxious eye on them.

“I need to talk to you.” Kim Dokja said and tried to drag him once again. Yoo Joonghyuk followed him surprisingly easily. They walked to the deeper part of the Dark Forest, ignoring the calls of their friends and Hagrid. Unknowingly, Kim Dokja led them to a spot where they usually let their Patronuses out and where they regularly practised their Animagus forms.

Kim Dokja turned and faced Yoo Joonghyuk whose black eyes trained on their linked hand and arm. Kim Dokja took off his hand quickly, blurting out an immediate apology. “What do you want?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked, face monotone and void of any emotions.

Kim Dokja’s mind blanked. It had been so long since he held a semi-amicable conversation with Yoo Joonghyuk that he didn’t know what to say. “I need your pass to Professor Namgung’s potions cupboard.” His mouth tattled. Yoo Joonghyuk’s face didn’t change.

“No.” Yoo Joonghyuk of course knew about Kim Dokja’s overconsumption of Sleeping Draught that he immediately rejected the Slytherin’s request. Kim Dokja’s brows twitched. “In the first place, why should I?” Yoo Joonghyuk added blandly, blank eyes peering at the wavering brown eyes.

“You bastard. I thought we—“ His mouth snapped shut as he lowered his head, avoiding looking at Yoo Joonghyuk. Right. How could he forget? There is no longer ‘we’ between them. It’s foolish of Kim Dokja to be expecting of him in the first place.

“We what?” Yoo Joonghyuk leant in as Kim Dokja backed away, shaking brown eyes shifting for a chance to escape. Yoo Joonghyuk’s overbearing presence was consuming his rationality and he needs to leave now, this is a mistake, he shouldn’t—

“We what, Kim Dokja?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked once again as he towered above Kim Dokja, curling his fingers under Kim Dokja’s chin as he tilted the other boy’s head up. Kim Dokja’s shaky brown eyes were unfocused and his breath was rapid like the feelings welling up inside his chest were about to burst.

“Hm?” Yoo Joonghyuk murmured, scorching fingers leaving trails on Kim Dokja’s flesh. Kim Dokja shuddered before horror flashed on his face at his own reaction. Kim Dokja batted away his hands and Yoo Joonghyuk let him. He merely watched as Kim Dokja left with hastened steps.

Yoo Joonghyuk observed the fleeing Kim Dokja with a thoughtful face.

“Kim Dokja is still not talking to you? It has been a week now.” Sung Hyunjae said nonchalantly to Alberu who sighed as he closed his Charms book. “You know how he is.” Alberu uttered as the other seventh year students watched the troubled Head Boy.

“You just have to give him some time.” Evelyn, the Head Girl of Hogwarts from Ravenclaw said as she patted his shoulder comfortingly. “How about just hexing him?” Riette suggested with a smirk. “No.” Song Taewon interjected immediately. Moon Hyuna’s lips twitched as she held back her laugh.

“Not everything can be solved by cursing people to oblivion, Luire.” Alberu said as he tapped his fingers on the hardcover of his book. Riette shrugged. “Eh, works for me.” She said, drawing her wand absently as she traced the air with flickering flames.

BOOM

The sudden loud noise of the explosion caused them to stagger and they looked at each other with alarmed faces. “What in Merlin’s name?” Moon Hyuna swore as she righted herself. A loud scream rang out and Alberu shot up from his seat.

“AT THE COURTYARD! SOMEONE’S DUELLING!”

Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no. 

With a curse, Alberu leapt out from his seat and dashed to the courtyard followed by the other seventh years.

I swear if it’s them again—!

“Oh, what a pleasant surprise to have the three of you here.” Professor McGonagall smiled pleasantly at her former students. “Mr. Potter, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.” The three adults shared a similar smile to their professor. “Actually, we came here because we heard that some of the residents of Hogsmeade were attacked by dementors.” Harry Potter explained as his former professor conjured a teapot and four cups for them.

“Oh, my.” Professor McGonagall wrinkled her brows in concern. “I came down here myself to patrol this area and thought it would be good to visit you, Professor.” Harry said with a bashful smile.

“And what about you, don’t you have any workloads to finish, Mrs. Weasley?” Professor McGonagall asked the young Minister of Magic who only chuckled. “Not at all, Professor. I just wanted to visit my old school. Some familiar sight will be great to soothe my frazzled nerves.” She chuckled as Ron snorted, earning a playful glare from his wife.

“Yeah, right. You just want to escape— ow! Hermione!” Ron yelped when his wife jabbed his side with an amicable smile. Professor McGonagall only looked at them with fond eyes. They grew up and yet they didn’t change at all. That is good. After all, the three of them went through so much during their youths and even now what’s with the mess their children got into during their fourth year.

She should expect that a Potter would get into a mess one day but oh, Merlin, she was utterly caught off guard. Now, that said child already graduated along with his older brother, leaving his little sister in Hogwarts.

“How’s Albus and Rose doing?” Professor McGonagall asked as she sipped on her tea. “Just fine. Rose is taking on her mother’s footsteps.” Ron said proudly as Hermione rolled her eyes affectionately. “Well, Albus is not really interested in being an Auror like James so he is still thinking what to do. I don’t want to rush him.” Harry said with a hum.

His troubled relationship with his son slowly changed after all the fiasco over the Time-Turner and they recently got along well. “That’s good.” Professor McGonagall placed down her teacup. Harry turned his emerald eyes to the numerous portraits of Headmasters and Headmistresses of Hogwarts.

His eyes considerably softened when they landed on Albus Dumbledore whose blue eyes even twinkled behind his half-moon glasses. Those twinkling eyes winked at him which made him smile before turning to the next portrait which displayed Severus Snape who looked at him haughtily but with a mellow gaze.

“Speaking of Aurors, do you think there are any of your students who want to become one, Professor?” Harry asked while chewing on a biscuit. After Ron resigned from being the Head of Auror and doing business along with his brother, George, it had been quite difficult to have more Aurors because of the declining number of applications to be an Auror.

“Well, there is one that will definitely become an Auror. However, I don’t know if the other one is interested in being one.” Professor McGonagall hummed as she placed down her teacup with a clink. Curiosity flickered on their faces. Before they could ask even more, the door was slammed open.

“Professor!” A Ravenclaw student burst into the office with a panicked expression that was unbefited of her elegant face. She stiffened momentarily when she saw the other adults, nodding to them awkwardly before rushing to the Headmistress.

“Miss Miller. What happened? You looked as if you had seen a ghoul.” Professor McGonagall asked while quirking her brows at the Head Girl’s uncharacteristic behavior. Evelyn grimaced. If only the problem was that simple, she would gladly have it.

“It’s Yoo and Kim.”

Professor McGonagall frowned. “Another fight?” She asked while exhaling slowly. Evelyn nodded anxiously. “Has Mr. Crossman stopped them?” She asked, enlacing her wrinkled fingers together while staring at the Head Girl with glasses perching on her nose. Evelyn licked her lips as her mind replayed what happened.

“He tried to. It—it’s, well, I don’t think he can stop them, Professor. Not this time.” Evelyn shook her head. Professor McGonagall furrowed her brows. “How about Mr. Sung? He may like to be entertained as a bystander but he can easily separate both of them if the situation calls for it.” Sung Hyunjae may be quite a sardonic person but he is sensible. And he is well renowned for his great knowledge in Defense Against Dark Arts.

“The thing is the situation gets so bad that even the other professors stepped in to stop them but…” Her voice trailed off as she clenched her fists. Professor McGonagall narrowed her eyes as the other adults listened to the conversation with inquisitive gaze.

“They have been disarmed. All of them. It seems like the fight is getting out of control, Professor. I fear one of them will be injured critically if we do not stop them.” Professor McGonagall stiffened, hands shaking ever so slightly. She stood up suddenly.

“Lead the way, Miss Miller.”

“Who are these students you are talking about, Professor?” Hermione asked as they followed the Head Girl who led them to where the fight was on-going. “It’s the students that I think will be the greatest Aurors ever in the wizarding world.” Professor McGonagall answered her question.

“You think so highly of them.” Harry uttered as they weaved through the crowd of students who gawked at the famous adults. “These are the students who can breeze through all the spells they have learnt like they were nothing. Successfully creating a Corporeal Patronus during their second year. The most brilliant minds.” Professor McGonagall explained as they raised their brows at her rare compliments.

“Wow. You know they are that talented if she said so.” Ron whispered to his best friend who nodded. Evelyn ushered away the crowding students who stood at the hallways while watching the fight. “Professor!” A breathy voice of one Alberu Crossman cut in.

The Slytherin student faltered when he saw the additional adults but that didn’t stop him from approaching the Headmistress. “What happened, Mr. Crossman?” Alberu explained quickly, filling in the details in a most efficient way.

“This is troubling.” Professor McGonagall furrowed her brows as she watched flashes of lights and two blurry figures from a distance. “Yoo Joonghyuk created a barrier. Some kind of shield that keeps us away from them. Every time we tried to approach, blue fire would appear and thus make it harder for us to stop them. The blue fire is not normal, Professor. At first we thought it would be fine to cross them with shield charm but it burns too hot for us to handle. Even the Aguamenti spell can’t put the blue fire out.” He said as they neared the two students.

Harry listened to the details attentively as he finally saw the two figures clearly for the first time. Judging by their ties, well, it was quite expected. “Gryffindor and Slytherin, eh? They must hate each other to fight in broad daylight. Even you and Malfoy are not this bad.” Ron uttered, coming to the same conclusion as him.

“You are wrong.” Alberu interrupted, brows tensed as his hand firmly gripped on his wand. “Both of them are best friends. They… got some issues right now but they are close. Once.” Ron merely raised his brows, unconvinced. What a laughable statement. A Gryffindor will never get along with a Slytherin.

“Oh, it’s the famous Mr. Potter, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.” A sleek voice joined them as a boy with silver hair and golden eyes smiled mirthfully to the adults. “Mr. Sung. Have you tried to put away the blue fire?” Professor McGonagall asked the boy who was looking at the fight with entertained eyes. “Of course, Professor. Alas, my skills can’t compare to a member of the Yoo’s Family.” He feigned a despondent sigh.

“Yoo’s Family, you said?” Hermione noted with keen eyes. Sung Hyunjae smoothly looked at her. Hermione had fought in a war, duelled with Death Eaters and did more than that but there was something unsettling about Sung Hyunjae as she looked at him. He was enjoying the situation far too much. Yet, she wasn’t that careful around him since he seems like a person that knows how to draw a line.

“Hah, no wonder.” Ron snorted. Being a pureblood, he certainly knew the status of the Yoo’s Family the most among the three of them.

“YOO JOONGHYUK! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” Everyone jolted once they heard a shrill yell from behind the flickering blue flames. “Say it. Kim Dokja.” Another voice yet much deeper intermingled with the coughs of the other boy. As Harry tried to get closer to the two boys, the blue fire erupted between them, lashing out threateningly.

“You know I can easily put out this fire. I just want to hear you say it.” Yoo Joonghyuk said calmly. “Say what, you bastard?!” Kim Dokja yelled, coughing at the crook of his elbow. Yoo Joonghyuk opened his mouth to answer yet Kim Dokja’s hand was much faster. His wand was pointed to the blue fire and it was gone with a sweep of his hand. The Slytherin faced him with a stoic look.

Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips curled into a smirk. Ah, he forgot that this is why he likes Kim Dokja. He never backs down from challenges even if it seems impossible.

The others who were watching were surprised when the blue flame disappeared, exposing the two boys. “I’m done talking to you.” Kim Dokja spat as he tried to walk past the other boy. Keyword: tried . He froze when a spell hit the ground beside his foot, narrowly missing him.

“I’m not done.” Yoo Joonghyuk said calmly yet his black eyes were cold.

“You—“ Kim Dokja hissed and his wand was out instantly. Spells flew between them. “Oh, Merlin.” Alberu bit his lower lip as he watched the two duelled. Their casting was too fast for everyone to keep up. Not to mention, they didn’t even cast them out loud!

“Nonverbal spells.” Hermione narrowed her eyes as she watched the two students' blindingly quick spells. Harry couldn’t help but feel astonished by their displays of prowess. The spells didn’t even graze their bodies because of their fast reactions to counter them.

“This—this is like watching Grindelwald and Albus Dumbledore duelling.” A scared student said nearby him as other students who heard her muttering flinched in fear. This will be a scary repetition of the infamous battle if it goes on.

Professor McGonagall’s eyes hardened when she heard the murmurs of her terrified students. She stepped out and walked to her students who remained ignorant of the scene they created. She placed her wand on her throat, bellowing loudly.

“STOP!”

It proved to be effective since they instantly froze but Yoo Joonghyuk already finished casting a spell that caused Kim Dokja to be thrown in the air. Kim Dokja retaliated almost immediately, slashing his wand at Yoo Joonghyuk who was flung to a tree and slammed against it roughly. They slid to the ground simultaneously with pained groans. Professor McGonagall looked at them, fury embroiled her eyes.

“Both of you. To my office. Now.”

“Now, who started the fight?”

The two students avoided looking at her eyes as they lowered their heads. There were light scrapes and scratches on their faces and maybe with some bruises underneath their bodies but that didn’t stop the woman from interrogating them. She will send them to Hospital Wing after she knows who is the culprit of this duel.

Kim Dokja raised his head, a scowl formed on his face. “Ask him.” He gestured to Yoo Joonghyuk who looked at him with an annoyed look. “You are the one who complicates things.” He answered smoothly. Ron couldn’t help the chuckle of disbelief that escaped from his mouth at the young boy’s nonchalant reply.

Kim Dokja looked like he shared the same sentiment because he gaped at Yoo Joonghyuk. “You—“ Soon his words dissolved into a foreign language that the other boy seemed to understand judging by his occasional reply.

“ENOUGH.” Professor McGonagall knocked her hand on the wooden desk, shutting up the two. Kim Dokja bit his lower lip as he bowed to Professor McGonagall. “I’m sorry, Professor. I disappoint you.” Kim Dokja said bitterly. Professor McGonagall sighed out as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

“I want to know why both of you are fighting. I usually overlook your fights but this one is much worse than before. Any particular reason?”

Kim Dokja clenched his jaws as Yoo Joonghyuk casually replied to the Headmistress. “I just asked something to Kim Dokja and he got mad.” Yoo Joonghyuk shrugged as Kim Dokja glared at him accusingly. “You damn well know why!” Kim Dokja hissed out like a cat to Yoo Joonghyuk.

Yoo Joonghyuk’s nonchalant demeanour seeped away as his black eyes showed irritation for the first time. “It’s a trivial question. Are you that scared to tell me?” His face was wiped away from any emotions as Kim Dokja clammed up.  Their eyes met and Kim Dokja seized up once he saw Yoo Joonghyuk’s haughty face.

“Shut up. I don’t.” Kim Dokja answered plainly. “You are a coward.” Yoo Joonghyuk accused and he stepped near Kim Dokja who backed away. “Mr. Yoo.” Professor McGonagall called out in warning yet Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t stop.

He bent down and whispered something to Kim Dokja’s ear before leaning away. Kim Dokja’s face was stiff and before he knew it, he flung his hand to his side. A book zoomed to Yoo Joonghyuk’s head but it froze in the air when Yoo Joonghyuk pointed his hand to the book.

“I see that you have been practising.” Yoo Joonghyuk said smugly to Kim Dokja who glared at him. He stomped out from the office. “Mr. Kim!” Professor McGonagall shouted but Kim Dokja already disappeared. Yoo Joonghyuk bowed to her and was gone too after that.

Professor McGonagall slumped on her chair, palming her forehead. “You have a fair share of problems this year, Professor.” Hermione said sympathetically yet her eyes glimmered with fascination of the skillful display of the magic shown by the two students. “Oh, those two are going to give me headaches even more than the three of you.” Professor McGonagall sighed out tiredly.

The Golden Trio shared a wry grin.

It’s night. Kim Dokja got up from the hospital bed, wary brown eyes flickering around. He breathed out in relief when he noticed Madam Pomfrey and Hannah were not in the vicinity. He slipped into his shoes, carefully making his way to the door.

“Kim Dokja.” The Slytherin stiffened before sighing in annoyance. “What?” He asked irritably. “Where are you going?” Yoo Joonghyuk inquired. “Back to my dorm. I’m fine.” He answered sourly as he started to walk to the door once again.

“Why did you do it?” Kim Dokja’s brows twitched. The audacity this guy got! Kim Dokja whirled around, stomping to the boy who propped comfortably on the hospital bed. “What?! You started it first, bastard! Asking nonsensical questions and flicking your Patronus at me—!” “Not that.” Kim Dokja shut his mouth when Yoo Joonghyuk gazed at him with an indecipherable gaze.

“Why did you kiss me?”

“...... Joonghyuk-ah—”

“Why did you reject me?”

Yoo Joonghyuk asked softly. Kim Dokja’s brown eyes shook for a moment before he smoothly covered it with a coy grin. He climbed up to the younger boy's bed who stared at him blankly as he straddled the Gryffindor’s lap scandalously.

“Why? Do you still like me? Did you perhaps enjoy our little fights here and there? I didn’t know you were into that.” Kim Dokja snickered as Yoo Joonghyuk stared at him with a cool gaze.

Strong arms shot up, wrapping around his slim waist as Yoo Joonghyuk held him, lips brushing the shell of Kim Dokja’s ear who shuddered at the contact. “Let go—!” He tried to unlatch the muscled arms around him but they didn’t fall away, merely tightening in response. Fuck, Kim Dokja knew that Yoo Joonghyuk was always physically stronger than him. It was useless to resist against him.

“Do you remember when we learned Patronus charm during our second year? Yours is a fox and mine is a wolf.” Yoo Joonghyuk started casually as he looked at Kim Dokja who went stiff in his arms. “The last time you showed me your Patronus is before our third year ends. After that, you never show it to me again.” Kim Dokja’s brown eyes began to tremble as Yoo Joonghyuk leant in, nose brushing against his own.

“I’ve been wondering why do you keep on avoiding from conjuring your Patronus.” Yoo Joonghyuk looked down at him, gazing at those quivering brown eyes. A tell-tale of a smile curled on Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips as his black eyes glimmered knowingly.

“It changes, doesn't? A wolf.”

Kim Dokja wrenched himself away with a shaky gasp. He had been so careful so how—! His mind was running erratically before realisation slapped him on the face. Could it be…?

“I heard that some of the residents in Hogsmeade got attacked by Dementors.” “How terrifying.” “And several students saw some of the Dementors nearby with the Dark Forest.”

Yoo Joonghyuk stilled, spoon curled in his hand as his head immediately whipped at the Slytherin’s table. He knew that it’s only just a speculation but knowing Kim Dokja for so long, it won’t be too far fetched. His black eyes swept easily at the numerous faces before landing on an empty space between Cale Henituse and Han Yoojin.

Kim Dokja wasn’t there.

A familiar sensation he got every time Kim Dokja did something tingled his senses. He got up and left the Great Hall, ignoring the looks from his friends. He was walking before it turned into a light jog and he couldn’t stop himself but broke into a sprint when he was getting closer to the Dark Forest.

Harsh pants left his mouth as his lungs squeezed uncomfortably because of lack of oxygen and the boiling anxiety that clawed his heart. He needed to look for his best friend, his first love, his rival, his foolish and stupid—!

His companion.

There he was. Yoo Joonghyuk released a breathless sigh when he saw Kim Dokja kneeling near the Black Lake, hands cupping on several purple flowers. Lavenders? His mind automatically flashed to Kim Dokja’s pleas to let him borrow his pass. Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips formed a firm line.

This bastard… he still wants to brew Sleeping Draught potion even when he has limited supplies? If Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t know him any better, he would applaud Kim Dokja’s tenacity. Calming his rough breathing, Yoo Joonghyuk’s shoulders lost their tenseness.

He turned on his heels to leave when his keen black eyes caught a sight of a cloaked being hovering behind ignorant Kim Dokja. Chills went down on his spine as his mouth parted, Kim Dokja’s name at the tip of his tongue while his hands scrambled for his wand. His hands shook and his eyes trembled as the hideous being reached his hand out to Kim Dokja.

But this is Kim Dokja.

Kim Dokja whipped out his wand. He felt the sense of danger as he whirled around and pointed his wand to the Dementor.

“ Expecto Patronum! ”

A powerful wisp of white poured out, forming a 4 legged being that chased away the Dementor. The fox somehow looked bigger than usual and after chasing it away, it walked back to Kim Dokja. Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes widened.

It’s not a fox. It’s a wolf.

The wolf was smaller than his own with clearer and brighter shine. The wolf bared its fangs to the direction of the dementor before disappearing after Kim Dokja unsummoned it. Kim Dokja exhaled shakily and he headed back to the castle hurriedly with a fistful of lavenders. Yoo Joonghyuk’s black eyes trailed after Kim Dokja. His mind whisked to a certain memory.

“ There is an urban legend that a married couple or people who are madly in love with each other will have matching corporeal Patronuses.”

Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t move from his hidden spot. His brows furrowed together in thoughtful consideration.

Kim Dokja’s brown eyes were wide and filled with fear as he shook in Yoo Joonghyuk’s embrace. The fear that he had been found out by the one person he didn’t want to be found out by.

The Gryffindor was still infuriatingly calm as he stared at the Slytherin.  Kim Dokja wrenched himself away from Yoo Joonghyuk’s warm and strong arms with a hiss, lips curled into a snarl. Yoo Joonghyuk loosened his grip on the other boy.

“You don’t know anything.” Kim Dokja spat. The other remained nonchalant and it angered Kim Dokja.

“I know that you do not hate me.” Yoo Joonghyuk answered coolly, an attractive smirk dangled on his lips. Kim Dokja bristled like an angry cat.

“Go suck a cock.” Kim Dokja flipped him off before fleeing from the Hospital Wing, ears red and face flushed with rosy pink. Yoo Joonghyuk frowned pensively, alone on his hospital bed.

So where was Kim Dokja going then?

Chapter Text

Yoo Joonghyuk had changed since that night in their fifth year.

He no longer picked a fight with Kim Dokja and all the petty comments and spiteful remarks were not uttered. His black eyes that were layered with frost during the last half of fourth year and first half of fifth year now grew warmer after their major duel that had the Headmistress herself separating them.

(The students would hate to admit this but they were glad to have those sappy eyes Yoo Joonghyuk always shows to Kim Dokja back despite them feeling sick of that look years ago.)

Their friends of course were elated about this development. The seniors, especially Alberu, were very pleased with this sudden progress since the Head Boy’s burden of stopping them from fighting rapidly dwindled away.

Alberu Crossman is very happy with this change and now can graduate with a peaceful mind.

Now that sixth year hit, they were preparing for their N.E.W.Ts and their seniors already graduated with flying colours. Kim Dokja didn’t show it but he was quite disappointed that he won’t be able to see Alberu and heck, even Sung Hyunjae. Both of them had been great seniors to him despite one of them being quite a sardonic person.  

“You will get wrinkles if you keep on frowning.” Han Yoojin smoothly cut his musing, lips tugged into a wry smile. “Are you sad that Alberu graduated?” Kim Dokja couldn’t help but nodded with a sulky expression.

“Yeah, he helped me a lot all of these years. Even Hyunjae-ssi too, sometimes.” He added after a moment of thought. Han Yoojin wrinkled his brows at the mention of the other boy. Kim Dokja tilted his head to the side. “You know, I have always wondered, why did you hate Hyunjae-ssi so much?” Kim Dokja asked curiously.

“Hate is a strong word. Just merely a dislike.” Han Yoojin corrected as he waved his hand elegantly. “Besides, I have to face that ugly mug of his for a lifetime after I graduated from Hogwarts.” Han Yoojin rolled his eyes yet there was underlined exasperation hidden beneath his annoyed face.

“What do you mean by that?” Kim Dokja’s confusion didn’t disappear as Han Yoojin shared a surprised look with stoic-faced Cale. “Oh, you didn’t know?” Han Yoojin asked with an amused smile as Kim Dokja shook his head. A soft laugh slipped past Han Yoojin’s lips.

“I am engaged to Sung Hyunjae.”

…………

“Huh?” Kim Dokja blinked.

This time not even Cale could hide his amusement when Kim Dokja’s dumbfounded expression graced his face while Han Sooyoung straight out cackled like a witch she is. “Wait, for real? You aren’t just pulling my legs, aren’t you?” Kim Dokja eyed Han Yoojin suspiciously as the other boy shook his head with an indulgent smile.

“No, I’m not. It’s an arranged marriage. I have been engaged to him ever since I was a child. Since the Sung’s Family is one of the wealthiest pureblood families, my parents didn’t mind to sell away their own son for their own comfort. It’s a jackpot for them.” Han Yoojin shrugged nonchalantly.

Kim Dokja furrowed his brows. Why the hell did people in his circle always have such jerks as their parents? First Yoo Joonghyuk with his own parents murdering their own eldest son. Now, Han Yoojin with his parents that cares more about wealth than their own son.

“Ah, your parents are such a piece of work, Yoojin-ah.” Han Sooyoung crinkled her nose as her mind travelled to her so-called uncle and aunt. “You tell me.” Han Yoojin exaggeratedly rolled his eyes. “How about you, Sooyoung?” Kim Dokja asked the girl who sucked on her candy like always.

“Mine? Meh, they are alright. They just pretend I didn’t exist most of the time so I did the same to them. It’s more peaceful this way.” Han Sooyoung shrugged as Kim Dokja’s eyes twitched. He subtly glanced at Cale who noticed his stare. The red-haired boy just smiled softly at him. “My step-mother is quite strict with the Henituse’s customs and my father always gives me money so they are fine.” He said casually.

Kim Dokja breathed out. He just noticed there are so many things he didn’t know about his friends. It made him somehow guilty. “How about you, hyung?” A voice and a poke was followed to his arm as Kim Namwoon popped up from behind of his armchair.

The third year student asked, curiosity glistened in his crimson eyes. As always, bandages wrapped around his arms. Kim Dokja stared at those white cloths for so long that Kim Namwoon consciously rubbed his arms with an awkward expression. Kim Dokja felt his mouth forming unexpected answers.

“My father used to beat my mother and I. I don’t have good memories of him. My mother is fine though. I love her.”

Silence.

Kim Namwoon’s crimson eyes trembled as he clenched his fists while his friends stared at him, mouths parting in horrification. Kim Dokja smiled as he ruffled the younger boy’s white hair. Kim Namwoon didn’t even bat his hands away in retaliation like he always did. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m okay now.” A wistful glimmer flashed in his brown eyes.

Truly, he is. 

Is he?

“Kim Dokja.”

The said Slytherin raised his head as Yoo Joonghyuk sat down next to him, a pile of books dropped heavily atop of the table, creating slight noises in the silent library. “Can I help you?” Kim Dokja asked plainly as he shifted away from Yoo Joonghyuk so that a distance would be created between them.   

Yoo Joonghyuk remained silent as he pulled out his quill and scroll. Then, he opened one of the books and began to scribble away. Kim Dokja frowned but seeing that Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t show any suspicious moves, he relented and began to start his homework as well.

“I heard about it.” Kim Dokja stilled, hand stopping from turning another page of his Charms textbook. Kim Dokja wasn’t an idiot so he instantly understood what Yoo Joonghyuk implied. “So?” Kim Dokja feigned nonchalance as he focused his attention on his book.

A veiny hand closed the book he was holding. A frown marred on his face as he lifted his head, retorts already at the tip of his tongue yet he faltered when Yoo Joonghyuk looked at him with an uncharacteristically soft gaze.

“Good for you.” Yoo Joonghyuk said softly as his other hand swept Kim Dokja’s wandering fringes with gentle fingers. Kim Dokja stared at him, mind abuzz with indescribable emotions. “Ahem. No PDA in the library please.” Madam Pince cleared her throat, bursting the bubbles of the world they had.

Kim Dokja’s cheeks bloomed into shades of red as he shimmied away from Yoo Joonghyuk’s touches. A hand slithered and caught his own, intertwining their fingers together and squeezed it assuredly before letting go as Kim Dokja buried his face to the textbook while praying fervently that the other wouldn’t notice his flustered face.

Judging by Yoo Joonghyuk’s amused chuckle, he didn’t succeed.

“Dokja, no! Don’t put that in!” Lee Seolhwa grasped his hand as he mindlessly tipped a vial of powdered root of asphodel into his cauldron. Kim Dokja startled and his potions changed into bright red instead of pale pink. “Ah, you should add the sloth brain and the Sopophorous bean’s juice after stirring it twice clockwise instead of powdered root of asphodel.” Lee Seolhwa scolded as her partner grimaced.

“Is there something bothering you, Dokja?” The beautiful girl asked in concern as Kim Dokja solemnly redid his potion. It’s unlike him to commit simple mistakes especially in his favourite subject nonetheless. “You’re a pureblood too, right, Seolhwa?” Kim Dokja asked, taking the Ravenclaw aback.

“Yes, why?” She asked curiously. Since Ravenclaw has class with Slytherin this year, Kim Dokja didn’t have to worry about Yoo Joonghyuk’s keen hearings about what he was about to say. “Are you engaged to someone?” Lee Seolhwa blinked before an understanding smile curled on her lips.

“Yes, I am. I was , you can say.” Kim Dokja raised his head, curiosity warred on his face. “With whom?” Kim Dokja asked as Lee Seolhwa hummed. “Yoo Joonghyuk. Ah, don’t worry. He called off our engagement years ago.” Lee Seolhwa immediately added once she saw Kim Dokja’s face morphing into something indecipherable.

“Why with the sudden questions?” She asked as Kim Dokja rarely asked about private matters. “No, just curious.” Kim Dokja uttered as he brewed a new batch of Draught of Living Death. If he brews properly, maybe a little drop can send him off to a dreamless land where he doesn’t have to deal with his feelings.

“Are you still in denial?” Lee Seolhwa asked as she stirred her potion slowly according to the instructions. Kim Dokja’s sudden halt in his motions answered her inquiries. A soft laughter tinkled beside him as he sent off a petulant glare to the elegant Ravenclaw.

“Oh, Dokja. You are so silly. Yoo Joonghyuk always has eyes on you. And only you .”

As if Kim Dokja didn’t know that.

“I heard you asked Lee Seolhwa about our engagement?” Kim Dokja stiffened as a husky and deep voice echoed behind him. His nape was riddled with goosebumps as he covered it with his hand, glare forming on his face as Yoo Joonghyuk chuckled lowly.

“Don’t do that. And—and can you back away a little, you are standing too close.” Kim Dokja fumbled with his words as the Gryffindor quirked his brows teasingly, crowding him in and invading his space with an infuriating smirk. Kim Dokja shrunk away, back thumping lightly on the wall he was leaning against.

“Yoo Joonghyuk.” Distress leaked in his voice as Yoo Joonghyuk leant down, curly fringes tickling his forehead as their noses brushed against each other. Since Kim Dokja is the type to sit in the farthest corner, no one could see their actions because Yoo Joonghyuk’s bulky frame successfully engulfed Kim Dokja’s lithe body.

“Why are you asking about my engagement?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked, tilting his head to the side. “Nothing! It’s—it’s something that just crossed my mind at the moment, okay? Since Han Yoojin was engaged too.” Kim Dokja blabbered out excuses, a book tightly held on his chest as he averted his gaze.

“Hm.” Yoo Joonghyuk breathed out, hot breath fanning on Kim Dokja’s gradually warming cheeks. “Do you want to be my fiancé? Is that why you rejected my confession? You want to get married to me straight away?” Amusement glistened in his black eyes.

......

POOF

Kim Dokja’s face instantly lit up into interesting shades of red. Yoo Joonghyuk stared in fascination on how Kim Dokja gaped at him, smart mouth for once sealed shut as he struggled to come up on what to say to the domineering boy.

Kim Dokja settled with a glare, flushed cheeks an evidence on how much of a mess Yoo Joonghyuk screwed with his mind. “Stop being so embarrassing!” Kim Dokja whisper-yelled as he thwacked Yoo Joonghyuk’s chest with his thick book.

Yoo Joonghyuk watched Kim Dokja scurrying away with a fond smile. “You didn’t deny it.” He murmured to himself. For once, Yoo Joonghyuk’s steps had life in them as he headed back to his dormitory.

He will win over Kim Dokja.  There is no way in hell he will let him go.

“ARGH!” Kim Dokja screamed to his pillow. Cale and Han Yoojin glanced at each other as they watched their friend smothering his face and screaming audibly. After a few moments, Kim Dokja peeled his face away from his pillow, inhaling sharply.

His face was flushed red as he fanned his cheeks. “Are you sick? You are so red.” Cale wrinkled his brows as Kim Dokja shook his head. “I hate him. HATE HIM.” Kim Dokja grumbled under his breath, burying his face back to his pillow. “You know that’s not true.” Han Sooyoung sang from the door.

Kim Dokja’s pillow flew to Han Sooyoung who dodged it with a cackle. “You can do better than that, asshole!” She taunted as Kim Dokja narrowed his eyes on the fleeing girl. “Come here, you bitch!” He yelled, grasping his wand and getting up to chase after her. Han Sooyoung slinked away as she dashed out of their room.

Cale and Han Yoojin who were already accustomed to their friends’ ruckus merely focused their attention back to what they were doing before. “Bet she can’t last for 5 minutes?” Han Yoojin casually said, stroking Peace’s soft fur.

“Hm.” Cale affirmed. Silence. A sharp scream rang out. “Pay up.” Cale flicked a Galleon to Han Yoojin who caught it without looking up. Kim Dokja returned to their room with a satisfied smile, twirling his wand with a jaunty whistle.

“KIM DOKJA YOU BASTARD!”

“Ah, the screams of unfortunate ones.”

Kim Dokja rubbed his nape as winter wind blew, ruffling his hair none too gently. He shuddered and pulled his white scarf closer to his reddened nose. Snows crunched beneath his boots as he walked into the wintry Dark Forest.

Brown eyes flickered around as he pulled off one of his gloves, hand stroking a flower nearby as he kneeled down nearby frozen rosebushes. Misty breath formed in the air as he exhaled slowly. “Hey, fellas. Want to come out?” He murmured softly. Silence. An audible rustle came from before him.

Two horns poked out from the bushes followed by golden coats. Unicorn’s foals. “Come here.” Kim Dokja curved his hand as one of the foals nuzzled closely to his icy hand while the other foal bumped its head to Kim Dokja’s side. His hand instantly warmed while he patted the other one with small giggles.

Kim Dokja stumbled upon these two lovely creatures when he was out on a stroll in his fox form to escape from Yoo Joonghyuk’s overbearing flirts. One of them was hurt, golden blood forming a puddle from its hind leg because of a trap that sometimes illegal hunters laid out while the other was neighing worriedly to its twin.

At first they were very wary of Kim Dokja. A magical being’s institutions are much sharper than humans after all. They could sense Kim Dokja wasn’t as it seems. Not having any choice, Kim Dokja transformed back to his human-self and the foals shrunk away from him. It’s only by his convincing persuasion and coaxing that the unicorns finally trusted him.

Kim Dokja didn’t know where their mother was and it was too dangerous for him to send them off into the Dark Forest with one of them still healing from its injury. For the meantime, Kim Dokja only told Hagrid about the unicorns and the half-giant had taken care of them splendidly.

Sometimes Kim Dokja visits them and this is one of the occasions. “Who’s a good fella? Who’s a good fella? You are.” Kim Dokja cooed, stroking their sleek mane as they affectionately neighed and nuzzled him, sharing their warmth to the kind human who helped them.

Suddenly, the two unicorns perked up, ears twitching as they bit the hem of Kim Dokja’s white coat urgently. Puzzled, Kim Dokja let them guide him away. Kim Dokja winced as he toppled into the frozen rosebushes where they hid before. “What’s wrong?” He asked worriedly as they shook their heads, silver eyes alit with wariness in one direction.

Kim Dokja curiously followed their line of sight but immediately clasped his nose, dry-heaving as he pushed away the urge to retch when a horrible stench stung his nose. A boy in black coat was walking into the Dark Forest, blood drenching both of his hands as he carried a mishmash of something.

“What the hell, Yoo Joonghyuk?” Kim Dokja incredulously whispered as the Gryffindor walked deeper into the Dark Forest. Kim Dokja got up to follow after Yoo Joonghyuk only to fall on his back when the two unicorns once again yanked him down. “Hey, you two! Stop! You will rip my coat!” Kim Dokja hissed yet the unicorns were stubborn and pleaded to him not to go with big, teary silver eyes.

Kim Dokja was conflicted for a moment yet he steeled himself. “Sorry. You guys stay here. I will be gone just for a few minutes, okay?” Kim Dokja patted their heads and jogged to where Yoo Joonghyuk had gone earlier. Thumping and trotting noises came from behind him, stopping when he stopped and resumed when he walked again. “Shit. Don’t follow me. Shoo-shoo.” Kim Dokja turned around and waved his hand frantically but the unicorns still followed him, neighing (or is that a whining?) adorably.

Sighing out in exasperation, Kim Dokja gave up and let them tag along.

“That bastard walks so fast.” Kim Dokja muttered grouchily as he followed after the footsteps of Yoo Joonghyuk. He halted when he noticed the familiar path. It’s the plain where they always release their Patronus and shape-shift into their Animagus forms.

Kim Dokja’s shaky brown eyes saw a sight that caused him to lose all the oxygen in his lungs. A single black dot in the midst of white drenched by blood.

Yoo Joonghyuk had a concentrated look as he flung the mishmash he carried to the air where they disappeared instantly like something invisible had devoured it. The unicorns were spooked and pressed closely to Kim Dokja’s sides, neighing and tugging on Kim Dokja’s coat to escape from this dangerous human.

Kim Dokja’s mouth parted open, watching how those mishmashes that he finally noticed as grounded bloody flesh disappeared every time Yoo Joonghyuk threw them to the air or the ground.  Yoo Joonghyuk sighed, wiping his forehead that was dotted by sweat as he raised his head.

A pair of black eyes met brown eyes.

“Kim Dokja?”

Kim Dokja couldn’t even move when Yoo Joonghyuk walked to him. The unicorns’ movements grew even more urgent as they head-butted Kim Dokja’s legs, pawing on his side to move him, to snap him out of his trance. Metallic scent wafted from Yoo Joonghyuk’s body and Kim Dokja stumbled away, knees growing jelly.

Yoo Joonghyuk immediately caught him, strong arms wrapping around his slim waist. “Hiik!” A strangled gasp escaped from his mouth as Yoo Joonghyuk’s soiled face peered at him, palpable concern glimmered in his black orbs yet those bloody stains didn’t make a good impression on Kim Dokja.

“Murderer!” Kim Dokja shrieked, struggling against Yoo Joonghyuk’s tight grip on him. Confusion was apparent on Yoo Joonghyuk’s face as he easily held the Slytherin down.

“Who?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked in bewilderment as Kim Dokja squirmed and turned in his arms, ungloved hand leaving scratches on his bare hands. “YOU! LET GO!” Kim Dokja yelled as Yoo Joonghyuk finally understood what the other boy meant.

Kim Dokja stilled when Yoo Joonghyuk’s muscled body shook. It was only then that he realised Yoo Joonghyuk was laughing. He wheezed ever so softly as he buried his face to Kim Dokja’s shoulder. “You fool.” Yoo Joonghyuk’s grin was mischievous and indulging as he faced Kim Dokja who was stricken by the assault of Yoo Joonghyuk’s attractive face that his struggling died down. 

“I’m feeding the Thestrals.”

……

“Huh?”

“And those are animals’ flesh. Not humans.”

“… huh?”

Silence.

“Oh, Merlin. Just make me disappear.” Kim Dokja groaned as Yoo Joonghyuk’s wolfish laughs once again echoed out in the plain.

“Now, let go.” Kim Dokja muttered as he twisted his body, trying to make the other boy release his grip on him. Yoo Joonghyuk’s grip tightened for a moment as he seemingly pondered about the benefits of letting him go before he relented.

Kim Dokja brushed his rumpled clothes only to startle when his sides were warmed by two presences that tried to cover him from Yoo Joonghyuk. “Unicorns.” Yoo Joonghyuk uttered, tilting his head to the side as he tried to come closer. The unicorns uncharacteristically bared their straight teeth to him, like a carnivore snarling at their enemies while brandishing their horns to the Gryffindor who raised his eyebrows at the display of hostility.

“Calm down.” Kim Dokja stroked the unicorns’ mane as they neighed and snorted, distrustful silver eyes watching Yoo Joonghyuk’s moves carefully. “And you, stay away. You reek and is scaring them with your face.” Kim Dokja reprimanded the younger boy who stood still as soon as he was scolded. The bloody stains on his face caused him to be more menacing than usual and the frown that accompanied his face wasn’t helping to calm the unicorns down either.

“It’s so rare for them to stray away from their guardian.” Yoo Joonghyuk nonchalantly commented as he crouched, one of his knees planted on the snowy ground as one of his hands hovered in the air. The unicorns eyed his hand with wary gaze yet the hand didn’t move any closer and instead was placed firmly atop of an invisible form.

The unicorns reared back before peeking out curiously at Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand or more correctly, the invisible creature - Thestral. Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand started to move as if he was stroking the Thestral. The unicorns plodded closer as Yoo Joonghyuk’s other hand seemingly to pet another Thestral. “Come.” Yoo Joonghyuk murmured and the unicorns didn’t shrug off his dried bloody hand as he petted them.

“You will stain them.” Kim Dokja sighed as he crossed his arms when something nudged him from the back. “There is a Thestral behind me, right?” He asked flatly and judging by Yoo Joonghyuk’s half-smirk, it was indeed the truth. Cold, leathery skin brushed on his ungloved hand, startling him but didn’t make him shying away.

“It’s the adult one. These ones here are mere foals.” Yoo Joonghyuk gestured to the empty spaces nearby him where the unicorns were wagging their tails like puppies, silvery eyes gleaming in fascination. Magical creatures are special so they can see beyond humans’ comprehension. It’s not very weird for them to see the Thestrals.

Even though Thestrals can only be seen for those who witness death.

Kim Dokja’s heart sank and his throat constricted, remembering the circumstances that caused Yoo Joonghyuk to be able to see the Thestrals. Right, how could he forget? Yoo Joonghyuk witnessed the death of his older brother right before his eyes.

His ungloved hand that was absently caressing the leathery skin curled as he lowered his head. He felt like his side was being bumped and he almost fell if it’s not for Yoo Joonghyuk’s fast reflex to catch him.

“Hm.” Yoo Joonghyuk was looking at the empty space where Kim Dokja got bumped, a thoughtful frown curved on his brows. “Want to take a flight?” Kim Dokja stared at him. “Huh?” For the umpteenth time, he released that confusing sound as Yoo Joonghyuk swept him off his feet.

Kim Dokja yelped when Yoo Joonghyuk placed him on an uneven surface, his hands immediately grappled to balance himself while Yoo Joonghyuk hoisted behind him smoothly. Dread crawled up on his spine as realisation dawned in his brown eyes. “Wait… Yoo Joonghyuk. You don’t mean…?” He fumbled with his words as Yoo Joonghyuk plastered himself to his back, warming his body with his unceasing heat as his strong arms circled around his slim waist.

“Hold tight.” A soft chuckle echoed in his ears.

FLAP

Kim Dokja screamed when the Thestral shot up to the sky. He was at the edge of palpitating because he was high in the air and he COULDN’T EVEN SEE THE MOUNT HE WAS RIDING ON BECAUSE IT WAS INVISIBLE —

“YOO JOONGHYUK YOU BASTARD!”

Kim Dokja squeezed his eyes shut as he lowered his body, burying his face to the horse’s silky mane. “Oh Merlin, Oh Merlin, Oh Merlin.” Kim Dokja chanted repeatedly as he wheezed to calm his erratic breathing.

“Open your eyes.”

“ARE YOU CRAZY?! I WILL NOT!”

“Kim Dokja.”

“FUCK YOU! I WON’T!”

Kim Dokja lashed out at Yoo Joonghyuk. This crazy son of a bitch. He already knew Kim Dokja wasn’t fond of flying because of what happened in their first year so why is he tormenting him like this? Is this a revenge for when Kim Dokja rejected his confession? “Oh my God. I’m falling. I can feel myself falling. I’m fucking falling.” Kim Dokja babbled, hands trembling as he gripped tightly to the Thestral’s neck.

“You won’t fall. Just open your eyes.” Came a calm reply from Yoo Joonghyuk. Kim Dokja was about to throttle the Gryffindor. If it’s not for the fact that he is hovering in the air currently, he would do so. “Thanks but no thanks.” Kim Dokja snapped. The Slytherin could feel the other boy heaving a sigh.

“Kim Dokja. You won’t fall.” Yoo Joonghyuk whispered, words more piercing than the wind itself and laced with something indescribable. Kim Dokja involuntarily shivered yet he remained stubborn. “And how would you know that? What are you, a prophet?” He asked sarcastically.

“Have I ever let you fall before?”

Kim Dokja stiffened, fingers automatically clenching down on the shifting bones of the Thestral. His silence went on for so long that it almost made Yoo Joonghyuk give up as he prepared to direct the Thestral to land when suddenly Kim Dokja’s bare hand held his long and deft fingers that were still stained with dried blood.

“Promise me?” Kim Dokja mumbled as Yoo Joonghyuk secretly smiled, tightening his grasp on the Slytherin. “You have my word.” Yoo Joonghyuk murmured reassuringly. Kim Dokja’s thin fingers clamped down on Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand as his eyelashes fluttered against the strong wind. He swallowed the urge to dry-heave before slowly opening his eyes.

Frigid air brushed on his exposed eyes which caused him to wince slightly before a stifled gasp escaped from his lips.    

His brown eyes drank in the sight of the glittering Black Lake. The sun was reflected on the clear surface of the water body, creating a sparkling view as avian creatures flapped their wings strongly around them as if competing their speed against the Thestral. Aquatic lifeforms poked out curiously as the Thestral lowered itself on the lake’s surface, invisible legs slicing the calm water.

Kim Dokja’s breath stuck in his throat as he relished the beautiful scenery. A smile unknowingly bloomed on his lips as cold air brushed his ruffled hair. He turned around in excitement to face Yoo Joonghyuk. “It’s so beautiful!” Kim Dokja exclaimed with gleeful laughter, not noticing their close proximity when their noses brushed against each other because of the adrenaline rushing in his veins.

“Yeah, beautiful.” Yoo Joonghyuk uttered, black eyes glimmered excitedly as he tried to calm his erratic heartbeat at Kim Dokja’s rosy-cheeks and the wide grin he currently spotted. “So beautiful.” Yoo Joonghyuk murmured softly as Kim Dokja faced forward once again, burying his face to the Slytherin’s neck as a genuine and breathtaking smile curved on his lips.

Let it last. Let them be like this forever.

Soon, Yoo Joonghyuk directed the Thestral to land. He jumped off the Thestral smoothly as Kim Dokja sidled sideways, trying to hop off as well. Yoo Joonghyuk grabbed his slim waist, helping to lower him on the ground carefully.

Kim Dokja’s knees buckled and he face-planted right on Yoo Joonghyuk’s wide chest. “S-sorry, my legs are kinda numb.” Kim Dokja mumbled sheepishly as Yoo Joonghyuk merely hummed. The two unicorns who were waiting for them trotted over with enthusiastic neighs. “Hey, fellas.” Kim Dokja smiled as the unicorns affectionately bumped their heads on his palms.

Suddenly, Yoo Joonghyuk stumbled and lowered his head, black eyes staring at the empty space before him with a befuddled look. He stumbled once again and pressed close to Kim Dokja. A frown formed on his brows as Kim Dokja pressed his hands on Yoo Joonghyuk’s chest, startled by his abnormal moves.

“Hey, what are you—eek!” Kim Dokja yelped when the unicorns head-butted him, sending him staggering awkwardly to Yoo Joonghyuk’s arms. Yoo Joonghyuk grunted as he reached to steady the Slytherin yet fate was not at his side because his feet slipped that caused him to lose his balance as they toppled onto the snowy ground with a thump.

Kim Dokja groaned as his nose bumped roughly against Yoo Joonghyuk’s firm chest. Yoo Joonghyuk dazedly stared at Kim Dokja, black hair entangled with white particles. His breath condensed into misty vapour as he exhaled shakily while Kim Dokja froze atop of him.

Both of them stared at each other, hot breaths mingled together warmly.

Yoo Joonghyuk leant in and Kim Dokja seemed to be enraptured by Yoo Joonghyuk’s intense gaze as he didn’t move away at all.

“AWOOO!”

The two students flinched as a piercing howl shattered their dreamy worlds. Kim Dokja jolted, accidentally crashing his head on Yoo Joonghyuk’s chin which caused the other boy to groan. Flustered by what happened just now, Kim Dokja got up quickly, brushing his clothes with fretful pats as he avoided meeting Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes.

“Gotta go. You should too. It’s getting late.” Kim Dokja mumbled out and jogged away, tips of his ears flushed red as the unicorns trotted after him. Yoo Joonghyuk stared after the running Muggleborn before his black eyes shifted to his side. Two beings that appeared to be invisible to normal people were now looking at Yoo Joonghyuk with their beady, sunken white pupils.

“Cheeky things.” The Gryffindor’s lips curved into a smug smile as he nudged one of the foals of the Thestrals with his hand that was still stained with dried blood. The little Thestral snorted and shook its silky mane before flicking its tail to its twin who repeated the same provocative of its other half to Yoo Joonghyuk.

“Nice try.” Yoo Joonghyuk laid on the snowy ground with a lazy smirk. The timing was right and the unicorns as well as the Thestrals did help them get into a mood but what was lamentable was someone cockblocking them.

“That damn wolf.” Yoo Joonghyuk rested his arm over his eyes, sighing out in disappointment.

“You alright? You are so… red.” Han Yoojin asked his roommate who cleared his throat with a sheepish smile. “It’s nothing really. Just feeling cold, ya know.” Kim Dokja chuckled as he feigned a sniff to cover up his fluster. Han Yoojin merely quirked his brows, obviously not convinced yet didn’t say anything.

“Are you spending your Christmas at home?” Sensing that his friend didn’t want to elaborate on what happened to him, Han Yoojin immediately changed the topic as Kim Dokja mulled about his question. Before he could answer, he noticed the familiar glint within his friends’ eyes that caused him to clam up for a moment.

Cale was nonchalant as ever yet his eyes remained sharp while Han Sooyoung looked at him intently and Han Yoojin who asked the question at first gazed at him patiently. “…… I haven’t decided.” Kim Dokja answered at last. All three of them visibly deflated although Cale’s reaction was a little subdued.

Flashes of what happened if he did tell his friends where he would spend his Christmas filled in his mind when he saw their disappointment. They would always, always tell Yoo Joonghyuk if he decided where to spend his Christmas.

Not this time.

So he had told himself.

Then… WHY IS HE HERE? Kim Dokja panicked as he hid behind a pillar, ducking away for a cover when Yoo Joonghyuk walked past him, hands stuffed in his pocket as usual as his wavy black hair danced when windy air ruffled his locks unforgivingly but the Gryffindor wasn’t that bothered by the cold draft.

Kim Dokja groaned inaudibly as he dragged his white scarf to his nose, brown eyes peeking around for a chance to escape. “What are you doing?” A familiar husky voice laced with amusement rang from behind him which caused him to freeze comically.

“Hm?” Yoo Joonghyuk invaded his view, leaning down slightly as his black eyes followed Kim Dokja’s trail of sight, humouring the Slytherin who failed miserably to hide from the Gryffindor. Kim Dokja blinked at him dazedly before swinging his hand automatically as a response.

WHACK

Yoo Joonghyuk’s head snapped to the side as a fist clocked his jaw powerfully. He cradled his bruised jaw with a face full of disbelief as Kim Dokja bolted away, snow kicking up and disturbing Yoo Joonghyuk’s sight. In an instant, Kim Dokja was gone.

“Hah… that rat.” Yoo Joonghyuk nursed his jaw with an exasperated expression yet there was a predatory glint glimmered in his black eyes.

Kim Dokja’s Christmas break is not fun. The whole hiding and avoiding Yoo Joonghyuk was taking a toll on his body and mind. It wore down his soul too. It’s like Yoo Joonghyuk got Kim Dokja’s radar and always managed to find him no matter where he hides.

It’s driving Kim Dokja insane.

“Oh, Lord. Please give me a break.” Kim Dokja groaned and buried his face in his bed. Since he was alone, his room seemed emptier than usual because the others headed back to their homes for Christmas. Kim Dokja turned on his back. His owl, Dream, was perching on his bedpost, preening its feathers.

“Dream-ya. Come here.” Kim Dokja motioned to his owl who flew down, letting Kim Dokja stroking his feathers gently. Kim Dokja dozed off as Dream nuzzled closely, relishing the fluffy and downy sensation. Kim Dokja fell asleep, hand sliding down from Dream’s head and dangled from his bed.

Kim Dokja dreamt of everything and nothing that night.

The next day, as usual, Kim Dokja had gone hiding once again, leaving behind an increasingly annoyed Gryffindor Prince. The other students who stayed at Hogwarts for Christmas break tended to stay away from these two as it was quite dangerous to meddle between them.

Yoo Joonghyuk huffed, a puff of cloudy breath escaping from his mouth as he shook his hair, dislodging snow from his black locks. Kim Dokja had disappeared once again. He was getting better at avoiding Yoo Joonghyuk compared to his earlier attempts but now Yoo Joonghyuk’s patience has begun to thin.

Kim Dokja always knows how to shred his patience apart.

“Now, where is he?” Yoo Joonghyuk pulled out his wand as he chanted an advanced Tracking spell. Golden mist arose and Yoo Joonghyuk followed the trail with calm footsteps. It landed him in a familiar place that had him raising his eyebrows.

I want to see Kim Dokja.

The room opened its door and Yoo Joonghyuk walked into the room and the door disappeared as if melting into the walls. Warmth enveloped Yoo Joonghyuk’s chilled body as he shed off his scarf, gloves and black coat, hanging them on a rack as a figure of a boy sleeping on a couch nearby with a lit fireplace came to his view.

Yoo Joonghyuk made sure to silence his footsteps as he walked to the slumbering Slytherin, not wanting to wake him up. He knew that his incessant attempts of bothering Kim Dokja exhausted the other boy but it was the only way to make the Muggleborn talk to him.

The room that was fit to Kim Dokja’s taste and needs were filled to the brim with books. Both from wizarding and Muggle worlds. As Yoo Joonghyuk was from a prestigious pureblood family, this didn’t startle him as his family was both well known to the two worlds.

Yoo Joonghyuk’s black eyes swept on a blanket that was draped on Kim Dokja’s body, reaching out to adjust the blanket so that it would cover him properly before noticing a book hung limply on his hand as he slept on his side. Yoo Joonghyuk bent down and picked up the book, curiosity filling him.

The Ugly Duckling.

Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips curled into a smile for a moment before he glanced at Kim Dokja. He looked very peaceful, brows resting from its usual furrows. His eyelashes were so long that they could catch snowflakes without trying and with his eyes closed, Yoo Joonghyuk was reminded of Kim Dokja’s brown eyes.

Brown eyes that bore similarities to a doe when they were shocked and filled with mischief whenever he asks Yoo Joonghyuk for something, always confident that the Gryffindor will do it for him.

His black orbs trailed to Kim Dokja’s lips. Lips that always enticed Yoo Joonghyuk. So soft and plush when it was pressed against his, smelling of hot chocolate and radiating tender love for him.

Ahem.

Yoo Joonghyuk’s cheeks painted with dull pink as he unknowingly leant in closer to look at Kim Dokja. The book he was holding was placed atop of a coffee table. It was quite fitting for Kim Dokja. Not that Kim Dokja was ugly, Merlin, no. He is the most brilliant person Yoo Joonghyuk ever met. His intelligence, wits, snarky remarks and gentle yet thoughtful smiles - Yoo Joonghyuk likes them all. Yet, he never once bothered to ask what Kim Dokja was struggling with. 

Yoo Joonghyuk had noticed Kim Dokja’s streaks of insecurity sometimes but he waved it away as he was too assured that Kim Dokja wasn’t the type to care of others’ opinion of him and the Slytherin was better than your average wizards so why would the latter care of others? Clearly he didn’t know Kim Dokja enough.

Sure, he didn’t care what others thought of him but Kim Dokja was very protective of his friends. Especially Yoo Joonghyuk since the Gryffindor is his first friend and best friend after all. And Kim Dokja thought of himself lowly as he never found himself as a powerful wizard for some ridiculous reasons that Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t fathom.

Or… maybe Yoo Joonghyuk was the one who took Kim Dokja’s insecurities too lightly. He noticed them but he never addressed the other’s issues. His heart stung as he remembered Kim Dokja’s cold eyes on him as he rejected him and walked away, back hunched and so small in the flurry of snow.

Kim Dokja probably thought it was the best decision for both of them, that fool.

“I should run after you that day.” Yoo Joonghyuk chuckled hollowly.

What kind of person lets their loved ones walk away in pain?

Kim Dokja woke up after a few hours, stiffening instinctively when he felt himself being surrounded by a warm embrace. His brown eyes flitted too quickly as he took notice of his current whereabouts. As he tried to wriggle away from Yoo Joonghyuk’s strong embrace, the Gryffindor tightened his grip, nose buried to the crown of his head as he pulled the other boy closer to his wide chest.

“Give in to me, Kim Dokja. It’s Christmas.”

Yoo Joonghyuk was a person with few words and Kim Dokja knew that. He wasn’t that dense to miss the underlying message in those two curt sentences. Unknowingly, his brown eyes welled with tears as he allowed himself to relax against the Gryffindor.

“Okay.” Kim Dokja whispered shakily, wrapping his skinnier arms around the other student. Yoo Joonghyuk hummed approvingly, adjusting their positions to comfortable ones. It had been so long since they hadn't done this that they entirely melted against each other.

Ever since Kim Dokja met Yoo Joonghyuk at that wand shop, he had found comfort from the other boy. But the whispers were hard to ignore. He became self-conscious and insecure despite his friends’ assurance that he was good enough for them, for Yoo Joonghyuk. He thought of himself as undeserving of Yoo Joonghyuk’s companionship.

When Yoo Joonghyuk mentioned that it was Christmas, he was moved to tears because it was true. He had spent almost all of his Christmas with Yoo Joonghyuk ever since he got into Hogwarts. That was the consistency of his life here as a wizard. Yoo Joonghyuk’s presence had become a part of him and he had been trying to fight against it.

Now that he was laying on a couch with Yoo Joonghyuk, he had found what he had been missing since last Christmas.

“Look up, Kim Dokja.” Yoo Joonghyuk murmured and Kim Dokja lifted his head. A plant grew on the ceiling, dangling down prettily as Kim Dokja exhaled a puff of amusement with a soft laugh. “Mistletoe.” He whispered out. A large hand framed his cheek, stroking the beads of tears that escaped from his eyes.

“Hm.” Yoo Joonghyuk hummed affirmatively, leaning in to Kim Dokja who cupped his cheek as well.

Their lips met gently and the missing colours began to bloom once again.

Ah, this Christmas is so colourful.

Chapter Text

Poke.

Poke.

Poke.

Slap.

……

Poke.

“YOO JOONGHYUK!” Kim Dokja swatted away the finger that kept on poking him. He lifted his head, glaring at his boyfriend (gosh, that is still weird, to think that he is in that kind of relationship with Yoo Joonghyuk of all people—) who gazed at him calmly.  

“Stay focused, will you? We are here to buy supplies for Mia and her friends.” Kim Dokja frowned at Yoo Joonghyuk who shrugged as Kim Dokja shoved a pile of books to the Gryffindor’s arms who stumbled because of the hefty weight. Yoo Joonghyuk frowned at his significant other who ignored him as he browsed for more books.

“Oppa got scolded.” Yoo Mia giggled as her friends snickered, sharing smirks between them. Yoo Joonghyuk narrowed his eyes to the three children. It had come as a surprise to him that his sister had befriended other children last Christmas break. He had known this only when summer break started.

Two Korean children, a boy and a girl with the names of Lee Gilyoung and Shin Yoosung respectively. They recently moved to London last year and became Lee Sookyung’s neighbours since their parents were close so they decided to choose the same neighbourhood. Both of them are childhood friends and met Yoo Mia during Christmas.

Lo and behold, who would’ve thought they would become a wizard too?

That is not the biggest surprise either. Yoo Mia’s sudden magical appearance had caused the Yoo’s household to be turned upside down. Their parents in particular were flustered by this change of event. They had treated Yoo Mia as a Squib, always neglecting her and hiding her existence from the wizarding and Muggle worlds.

You reap what you sowed. That was Yoo Joonghyuk’s first thought when he watched his sister turning her back on her so-called parents when they tried to mend their nonexistent relationship with her. Of course, Yoo Mia downright rejected them. It was so satisfying watching his parents looking so helpless and at loss of words.

Hah, who would’ve thought that these two are Aurors when they behaved so pathetically? Yoo Joonghyuk was so joyful that day and it was shown with a small smirk that accompanied him the entire day.

Of course, they told Lee Sookyung and Kim Dokja of this new development and they were very surprised as well as delighted for both of the Yoo’s siblings’ joyful news.

“See, I told you she is just a late bloomer.” Kim Dokja had whispered to him as they watched Yoo Mia talking excitedly to Lee Sookyung who indulged her fondly. “Yeah, you are right.” Yoo Joonghyuk muttered as the older boy laughed smugly.

“I always am.” With an infuriating smirk that Yoo Joonghyuk longed to wipe with his lips, Kim Dokja tapped his nose playfully before slinking away smoothly and engaged in a conversation with his little sister.

Yoo Joonghyuk was snapped out from his trance when another stack of books was forced into his arms once again. “Why do you need so many books?” Yoo Joonghyuk grunted as he steadied the wobbling tower of books as Kim Dokja took a book, flipping it carefully and placing it on top of the increasing heap of books.

“It’s studying materials. We’re taking N.EW.Ts this year, didn’t you remember? And there are also books for the kids.” Kim Dokja explained as Yoo Joonghyuk sighed, knowing Kim Dokja’s tendencies of spoiling the children. Heck, even Yoo Mia sometimes turned to Kim Dokja for treats as she knew Kim Dokja was easy to ask for favours.

“This is a lot for additional books and studying materials.” Yoo Joonghyuk grumbled as Kim Dokja declared that they were done shopping for the books, walking to the cashier. He was careful to avoid other customers and did a great job to make sure the books won’t fall over.

“Well, thanks to a certain someone distracting me the whole summer break when I was supposed to be studying, I have a lot to catch up on.” Kim Dokja said sarcastically, glaring at Yoo Joonghyuk who shrugged, feigning ignorance. Kim Dokja always knew that Yoo Joonghyuk is the type that sticks close to someone when he is comfortable.

Kim Dokja just didn’t expect for Yoo Joonghyuk to be clingy !

Yoo Joonghyuk always managed to snatch him away from holing up in his room by taking him out for dates, walking at the park or just spending time together with the children - albeit grudgingly, so Kim Dokja had no choice but got dragged along with his pace. That was one of the reasons but Yoo Joonghyuk also messed up their usual study session because they got nothing done when the other became particularly affection-deprived.

Alas, no studying happened and there was only lazing around the whole time. It seriously infuriated Kim Dokja but not so much for Yoo Joonghyuk.

“Go and pay. After that is Ollivanders.” Yoo Joonghyuk hummed as he took out several Galleons and walked out of the bookstore together with Kim Dokja and the kids. Lee Sookyung and Bihyung along with Lee Gilyoung’s and Shin Yoosung’s parents were waiting for them at an ice-cream parlour nearby, having bought the icy treats for them.

“Young Master! Young Miss!” Bihyung, the esteemed butler (caretaker) of the Yoo’s household, waved over to the Yoo’s siblings. They hastened their paces to the adults who gave out the ice-creams to them. The autumn wind ruffled their hairs as they enjoyed the sugary dessert. The shopping continued after that.

“Ollivanders. Bring some memories, eh?” Kim Dokja chuckled as they neared the famous wand shop. Yoo Joonghyuk scoffed yet there was something akin to nostalgia lingered in his black eyes. The children insisted that it would be fine to pick their wands without the teens’ supervision so they were waiting for them at the bench outside of Ollivanders.

Distantly, the sounds of utter havoc could be heard from the wand shop. “Whoa. That is some loud noise.” Kim Dokja muttered, squinting at the flashing lights from the shaded window.  Yoo Joonghyuk merely hummed as he leant back to the bench.

“Makes me remember when we picked our wands.” Kim Dokja laughed softly as he nudged Yoo Joonghyuk playfully who side-eyed him judgingly. “You set fire to one of the wands.” Yoo Joonghyuk pointed out as Kim Dokja grimaced, biting his thumb lightly. “Ah, I did, didn’t I?” He said sheepishly as Yoo Joonghyuk smirked at the Slytherin’s embarrassed face.

BANG

CRASH

BOOM

After 30 minutes of random noises, the wand shop’s door swung open and three children were holding their respective wands reverently and in awe. “And that is the last on the list.” Kim Dokja nodded, checking the long list with a satisfied hum.

“Let’s go sight-seeing, shall we?” Kim Dokja offered with a grin as Yoo Joonghyuk released a long, drawn out, insufferable sigh. He just knew that his money would be gone by the end of the day if they go sight-seeing. Their guardians were having their own adults’ times and since Bihyung and Lee Sookyung were well-versed with the wizarding world were there to accompany them, the adults trusted the kids over to the two teens.

“YAY!” The children cheered before looking at him hopefully. Yoo Joonghyuk stared at the children who stared back at him.

Well, Kim Dokja is not the only one with a weak heart to the children.

“Alright.” Yoo Joonghyuk agreed helplessly.

Bye, bye money.

“What the hell. Did you reproduce or something, Yoo Joonghyuk?” Han Sooyoung stared down at a mini-sized and girl version of Yoo Joonghyuk who looked at her with haughty black eyes. “No cursing in front of children.” Han Yoojin scolded his cousin before turning to the little girl with a kind smile.

“Hello. You are probably Yoo Joonghyuk’s sister, right? I am his friend, Han Yoojin.” He casted a swift glance to Yoo Joonghyuk once the word friend slipped out but seeing that the other didn’t react, he felt it was safe enough for him to say it. Yoo Mia’s brows wrinkled before smoothening like she just realised something.

“You are from the Han’s Family of the rearing facility!” Han Yoojin nodded indulgently. He is always great with children since he took care of his little brother. “Rearing facility? What is that?” Shin Yoosung asked curiously as Lee Gilyoung yawned in boredom. Yoo Mia chattered as she explained of what she had learnt all throughout this year with Bihyung.

Shin Yoosung listened to her explanation eagerly while Lee Gilyoung just half-heartedly nodded along, obviously not interested but a sharp glare from his childhood friend caused him to very reluctantly hear the other girl out.

That scene caused those who gathered near the children out of curiosity to get a vivid flashback of the pre-relationship of Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja.

“…… they are not going to act like these idiots, right?” Jung Heewon muttered in slight dread as she tilted her head to the said idiots. The two idiots were calmly standing beside each other. One wouldn’t be able to tell they were in a relationship since they were acting very normally.

Yet, their friends knew otherwise. The subtle touch and lingering glances were sickening enough to witness when they were not in a relationship but now they are dating so those things only worsened.

A shrill and long puff of steam invaded their ears as a red and gleaming locomotive came to a stop. Lee Gilyoung and Shin Yoosung bid their parents goodbye, faces audibly nervous as Yoo Mia waved shyly to Bihyung who had suspiciously redder eyes than usual.

Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja respectively said their farewells to their guardians before boarding the train, hands firmly locked together.

Then off they go to Hogwarts for their last year.

“Who is that?”

“She looks like Yoo Joonghyuk.”

“Is there any daughter in the Yoo’s Family?”

Yoo Mia slightly shrunk under all the attention landed on her, hands very discreetly fumbling with the hem of her robe. She was not used to all of the eyes that were looking at her since she had lived a very secluded and isolated life.

“What are you looking at?” Unexpectedly, Lee Gilyoung stepped up, glaring at the other students who flinched at his ferocious stare as they quickly averted their gazes while Shin Yoosung held her hand reassuringly. Her grip was tight yet gentle at the same time.

“Raise your head proudly. You are one of the Yoo’s even if you hate them .” Her brother’s voice pierced her ears all of sudden and she lifted her head, chin tipping slightly in a proud manner but never arrogant. The sudden shift of her demeanour caused the other first years to back away, frightened by her presence that emitted only the aura that was possessed by a pureblood family.

Haughty, powerful and sophisticated.

As the first year students walked in, her black eyes couldn’t help but seek for her brother. Their eyes met and a fleeting smile ghosted on Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips before it was gone as fast as it appeared but that was enough to soothe her frazzled nerves. Then, her eyes shifted to the Slytherin table where she saw a figure of a boy who was flipping through his book.

As If sensing her stare, Kim Dokja lifted his head, curving a soft smile to her as his eyes crinkled gently. This made her calmer than before.

“Let the Sorting Ceremony begin!”

“It has been a week yet the whole Hogwarts is still chaotic.” Kim Dokja chuckled softly as he leafed through his Transfiguration book. Yoo Joonghyuk who was sitting beside him hummed contently, twirling with his wand lazily. “How’s Mia?” Kim Dokja asked as Yoo Joonghyuk pondered for a moment before opening his mouth.

“She’s doing fine. I looked after her and she already have Lee Gilyoung and Shin Yoosung so there was no issue of her having trouble with making friends.” At this, Yoo Joonghyuk looked pointedly at Kim Dokja who averted his gaze awkwardly, knowing fully well what Yoo Joonghyuk implied just now.

After all, the whole fiasco they had during their first year was quite popular among the Hogwarts students.

“Gilyoung is so excited to do spells for Defense Against Dark Arts. You don’t know how hard I have to reign him in from destroying the common room. Namwoon’s and Sooyoung’s influences are not helping too.” Kim Dokja groaned, pinching his brows with a troubled face yet there was a flicker of amusement in his brown eyes.

“Yoosung is still dissatisfied that she got into Ravenclaw but Sangah is looking after her so she is adapting fairly well.” Kim Dokja added, fingers tracing the spine of the hardcover book absently. He jolted when a large hand engulfed his fingers.

“What?” Kim Dokja asked cautiously as Yoo Joonghyuk held his hand, brows tugged into a frown as he placed his thumb on the centre of Kim Dokja’s palm. Kim Dokja quirked his brows at Yoo Joonghyuk’s odd action but he didn’t say anything. All of sudden, Yoo Joonghyuk leant in, dropping a kiss on where he placed his thumb just now.

Kim Dokja’s body froze as Yoo Joonghyuk nudged his fingers with his mouth. A smirk curled on Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips before he pecked Kim Dokja’s palm once again.

Rosy hue blossomed on Kim Dokja’s pale skin as he threw a weak glare at the smug Gryffindor.

“Bastard.”

“You love this bastard.”

“…… shut up.”

“Mr. Yoo! Mr. Kim!” Professor Namgung yelled out, hands slamming atop of her desk as her wand sparked ominously. Kim Dokja yelped as he straightened himself, jostling the ladle he was holding as Yoo Joonghyuk looked at their Potions Master with a levelled look.

“I am very happy that both of you had sorted out your issues and Merlin knows how grateful the Hogwarts are when both of you started dating but that doesn’t mean you can slack off during my class!” Despite her harsh words, there was something akin to hilarity glimmered in her eyes when Kim Dokja tried to come up with a reasonable excuse with a flustered look.   

It was very rare for the usually silver-tongued Slytherin to be at loss of words but currently he resembled a bumbling fool as his smart brain churned out excuses that didn’t make any sense once they were uttered so he remained quiet with a gaping mouth.

Yoo Joonghyuk only shrugged, dropping his chin on top of Kim Dokja’s shoulder. He already finished brewing his potions and was waiting for Kim Dokja to finish. The latter was perfecting his already flawless potions and it would be quite a time for Kim Dokja to return to his side if the Slytherin was immersed in his work.

So what is the solution for this?

Bothering Kim Dokja of course.

“Alright. Out you two.” Professor Namgung pointed to the door as Kim Dokja’s jaw dropped in disbelief. “B-b-but, my potions, Professor!” Kim Dokja gestured to his bubbling potions to which his professor took a look at. Her face slackened to nothing.

“This is already perfect. What are you trying to do?” She asked suspiciously as Kim Dokja rubbed his nape with a sheepish smile. “I am trying to increase its potency to tenfold.”

“Mr. Kim Dokja.”

“Y-yes?”

“Out.”

So, here they were, kicked out from their own class. Kim Dokja whirled around, glaring at a nonchalant Yoo Joonghyuk who had no ounce of guilt on his attractive face. “Ugh! This is all your fault!” Kim Dokja jabbed his finger to Yoo Joonghyuk’s chest. Kim Dokja’s bag was slung over Yoo Joonghyuk’s shoulder while a pile of books was unceremoniously crammed into his arms, shoved by the infuriated Slytherin.

Carrying his things was the Gryffindor’s attempt to placid his boyfriend’s anger.

Kim Dokja huffed and walked away with hastened pace. Yoo Joonghyuk followed after him, his long legs catching up on Kim Dokja’s strides easily. “Why are you following me?” Kim Dokja turned, a questioning frown marred his brows as Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips twitched.

“I can’t?” The Gryffindor tilted his head, feigned an innocent look etched on his face. Kim Dokja wasn’t fooled. He had that look directed on him for years after all. “I am mad at you.” Kim Dokja crossed his arms, casting a stink glare to Yoo Joonghyuk who hummed before stepping closer to him.

“What can I do to calm your anger, my love?” Yoo Joonghyuk inquired flirtatiously.

Yet, Kim Dokja wasn’t impressed. This is the first time he got kicked out from class in all these whole years of studying in Hogwarts so of course he wasn’t easily pacified. He tapped his foot before opening his mouth with a smirk. Yoo Joonghyuk looked at him with raised eyebrows before answering arrogantly. “Sure.”

Thus, both of them found themselves at Hogwarts’s kitchen.

House elves bustled around them, shoving armful of desserts to their arms. Kim Dokja enjoyed the apple pie silently as Yoo Joonghyuk took off his robe, dressed in a smart black pants and rolled up white shirt that exposed his muscled arms. His tie hung loosely around his neck which he unknotted with one smooth move.

The house elves looked at Yoo Joonghyuk, eager to serve him as it is in their nature to do so. Yoo Joonghyuk seemed accustomed to their eagerness and he directed them to fetch ingredients he needed smoothly. The kitchen was filled with clatters and clangs of pans.

Kim Dokja sat at the corner of the kitchen, Yorkshire pie in his hand which he took a bite out of once in a while, brown eyes following Yoo Joonghyuk’s fluid movements. He admired Yoo Joonghyuk’s broad back, muscles flexing attractively every time he moved. His sharp black eyes were focused on his creations.

Kim Dokja sighed dreamily as he feasted his eyes on his boyfriend’s perfect self.

Time flashed by very quickly and Yoo Joonghyuk finally was done with what Kim Dokja requested him to make. “Here.” A steaming heap of dumplings arranged nicely on a plate was presented in front of him. Kim Dokja swallowed his saliva as he grabbed one of them. He bit onto the soft texture, moaning appreciatively as soon his taste bud was flooded with the heavenly flavour of Yoo Joonghyuk’s homemade dumplings.

“This is a scam. Scam.” Kim Dokja said mournfully as he took another dumpling, eyes grew slightly watery because of how unfair the whole situation is. How can someone be this perfect? Not only does Yoo Joonghyuk have looks and brains, he also comes from a profound family and can cook! This is very deplorable. Kim Dokja glared at Yoo Joonghyuk, batting away the tears from his eyes. Amused look adorned Yoo Joonghyuk’s face as he reached out and wiped a single tear that escaped from Kim Dokja’s tear duct.

“It’s that good?” Yoo Joonghyuk curved a satisfied smile as Kim Dokja glowered at him yet never stopped to reach for another dumpling. “You are such a perfect package.” Kim Dokja grumbled as he sipped on herbal tea that was provided by the house elves. “People who will marry you are so lucky.” Kim Dokja sighed enviously.

“Of course you will be.” Yoo Joonghyuk remarked casually. Both of them froze at the implication of what Yoo Joonghyuk said just now.

Their eyes met. One was nervous while the other was baffled.

“You… want to marry me. As in, me, Kim Dokja?” Kim Dokja gestured to himself awkwardly, disbelief warred on his face as Yoo Joonghyuk turned his head, tips of his ears reddening as he covered his mouth. He nodded firmly and Kim Dokja’s face immediately flamed brightly. He nibbled on the dumpling shyly as Yoo Joonghyuk took a sip on his herbal tea to play it cool.

Yet, rosy hue dusted their cheeks as their heartbeats rang loudly in their ears.

After eating two plates of dumplings and nagging Yoo Joonghyuk to make some more for their friends, the two left the kitchen with an armful of foods, courtesy by the house elves, and were now sitting at their usual spot with their friends.

“Dumplings?” Yoo Sangah inspected the food in her hands curiously as Kim Dokja handed several dumplings to his friends followed by a frowning Yoo Joonghyuk who had his arms crossed on his chest. “Yep. Joonghyuk-ah made it.” Kim Dokja said cheerily. Some of them instantly looked warily at the dumplings in their hands like they were holding a venomous snake.

“Are you sure it’s not poisoned?” Jung Heewon asked with quirked brows as she prodded the soft skin of the dumplings. “I will make sure yours will in the future.” Yoo Joonghyuk glowered at Jung Heewon who stuck out her tongue to her fellow housemate before taking a bite out of the still warm dumpling unhesitatingly. She hummed in satisfaction and gobbled them up greedily.

Seeing that she was still standing and didn’t show any signs of being poisoned, the others casted away their worries and began to enjoy the dumplings. Kim Dokja only laughed softly as he laid out a mat for them to sit on. He flicked his wand, arranging the foods the house elves gave to them nicely on the mat. The whole group varying in all houses of Hogwarts sat down, chattering leisurely on the eve of the day.

“Captain.” Yoo Joonghyuk straightened on his broom, black eyes flicking at the source of the voice. “What?” He asked boredly as the other person manoeuvred their broom to come closer to him. “Please focus on the practice. You almost fell over for the fifth time this day.” The Chaser of their team is another Korean in the same year as Lee Jihye, Jang Hayoung, said exasperatedly. “You almost got bludgeoned by the Bludgers twice today too, Master!” Lee Jihye, the Beater for the Gryffindor team, drifted to them, swinging her bat with a disapproving frown to her teacher.

“Love struck fools.” Jung Heewon, the other Chaser, rolled her eyes, legs lazily swaying back and forth on the broom. The three of them turned their gazes to where Yoo Joonghyuk kept on stealing glances at. An ignorant Slytherin was sitting on the stand, a book was held in his grasp as he absentmindedly stroked a snowy white owl and an ashy black owl that were acting like guardians for him.

Seemingly to sense their gazes, Kim Dokja lifted his head, flashing a smile to them as he waved nonchalantly before resuming his reading. The three of them waved back automatically before glancing at their dazed captain.

“Ah, there is no use. He is lost.” Jung Heewon said flatly, a foot shot out and kicking Yoo Joonghyuk’s broom to snap the other out of his trance. Yoo Joonghyuk’s broom dipped for a second but before he could fall over, he immediately stabilised himself. A deathly glare graced his attractive features.

“Stop being so distracted! You are never this bad even before both of you start dating.” Jung Heewon scolded the other boy. Yoo Joonghyuk merely sighed indifferently. Seeing this, Jung Heewon couldn’t help but take Lee Jihye’s bat and whacked Yoo Joonghyuk’s back none-too-gently. 

“Unnie!” Lee Jihye gasped out in horror. “Heewon-ssi!” Even Jang Hayoung couldn’t hide his shock at the abrupt action. Yoo Joonghyuk’s fringes covered his eyes as he slowly turned to Jung Heewon. “Run or die.” With a cackle, Jung Heewon threw the bat to Lee Jihye before zooming away, Yoo Joonghyuk hot at her tails.

“Are you sure you are a Seeker? You are so slow.” Jung Heewon taunted as Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes twitched at the blatant provocation. “Jung. Heewon.” Yoo Joonghyuk gritted out ominously, hands itching to strangle the girl. “What are they doing…?” The youngest of the team, Han Yoohyun, asked blankly as Lee Jihye and Jang Hayoung along with their other teammates grouped together to watch the two seventh year chasing each other.

“Hell if I knew.” The other Beater in the team, a sixth year, groused while yawning.

Kim Dokja, who was sitting on the stand, could only sigh out at their childishness. “Plotter. Your Master is an idiot don’t you think?” Kim Dokja said as he rubbed Dream’s fluffy head. The black owl’s golden eyes were trained on his Master with a judgmental look before hooting in agreement to Kim Dokja. Kim Dokja snickered as he bumped his hand to Plotter’s beak who nipped on his fingers gently. “A smart owl, aren’t you?” He cooed.

Dream, who felt neglected, flapped his wings, attracting Kim Dokja’s attention who only chuckled at his affronted look and continued to pet him. Dream relaxed, enjoying his Master’s tender touch.

“GAH! YOO Joonghyuk!” A scream resounded as Jung Heewon was kicked to the stand. Kim Dokja calmly casted a Slowing Spell to cushion Jung Heewon’s fall. “Oof!” Jung Heewon’s breath was knocked out of her lungs as she moaned in pain but she wasn’t badly injured, thank goodness. “You already know that he has a bad temper. Why must you provoke him?” Kim Dokja shook his head as he helped the other up.

“Eh, at least he didn’t hex me this time. He is getting better at controlling his temper.” Jung Heewon shrugged casually as she stretched to unknot her tangled muscles and sore limbs. “Heewon unnie!”  Lee Jihye called out worriedly as she flew to them. Jung Heewon merely waved her hand, indicating that she was fine. Lee Jihye sighed in relief before glaring at her Master who was lazily tossing a Snitch ball in his hand.

No one knows when he caught it.

“Master! That is way too close! Heewon unnie can be injured badly if Dokja oppa doesn’t save her.” Lee Jihye reprimanded the older boy who threw disinterested glance at a smug Jung Heewon. “Resume practice.” Yoo Joonghyuk said in the end, throwing away the Snitch and sat on his broom like a normal person would instead of his previous position. Lee Jihye huffed in frustration but heeded to his order.

“Whelp, looks like I pissed him off quite badly. Pray for us today, Dokja.” Jung Heewon said as she leapt to the railing and freefell dramatically. Kim Dokja watched Jung Heewon’s broom zooming to her, catching her in mid-fall before hovering in the air, approaching her teammates in a blink. The others weren’t ruffled by her reckless moves, looking like they were used to such theatrics by the seventh year Gryffindor.

And Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t show them mercy.

It’s only when dusk fell that he finally let his teammates off from his military-like training. “He’s a cruel bastard.” Jung Heewon hissed out as she rubbed her aching hip. Most of them couldn’t even walk properly because hours of sitting on hardwood could cause that. Even Han Yoohyun, who never shows any reactions on his face or body to anyone aside from his older brother, was affected because he was walking slower than usual.

“Day off tomorrow.” They perked up excitedly. It was rare for Yoo Joonghyuk to give them day offs. Maybe Yoo Joonghyuk was feeling sympathetic of their plight that he gave them a day to recuperate. They turned to thank him only to notice that Kim Dokja was staring at Yoo Joonghyuk reproachfully. They immediately knew that it was Kim Dokja who convinced Yoo Joonghyuk to let them rest.

They inwardly thanked the Slytherin and headed to the castle ground, fatigue tugging on their limbs.

“You’re so petty.” Kim Dokja accused Yoo Joonghyuk, who was still sitting on his broom, drifting languidly to him. Their owls were perched on Kim Dokja’s shoulders. Plotter flapped his wings and flew to his Master, sharp talons gripping on Yoo Joonghyuk’s strong arm. Those golden eyes were reprimanding Yoo Joonghyuk sternly which made the Gryffindor roll his eyes. “I don’t need a lecture right now.”

“Come here, Plotter.” Kim Dokja lifted his arm and the ashy black owl glided to the Slytherin, gently perching on the smaller boy’s arm. “That is my owl so why is he so obedient to you?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked grudgingly as Kim Dokja laughed as the other boy bent down slightly, grabbing him by his slim waist and pulled him onto the broom.

Dream squawked, not expecting the sudden jostle. In retaliation, he bit Yoo Joonghyuk’s gloved hand. A drop of blood welled on Yoo Joonghyuk’s exposed finger. “Dream! Sorry for that, Joonghyuk-ah.” Kim Dokja scolded his owl before apologising to the younger boy who merely hummed as he sucked on his injured finger, spitting out the blood to the ground and repeated the motion a few times until the blood no longer appeared.

“It’s fine.” Yoo Joonghyuk said calmly as Kim Dokja tapped Dream’s beak which ruffled his feathers in annoyance. “You two can go back first.” Exasperated, he told the two owls to leave. They obliged and returned to the Owlery. 

“Does it still hurt?” Kim Dokja asked, cradling Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand. The latter shook his head as he stabilised their positions so that the other boy won’t freak out if he suddenly topples over. Their legs swayed idly as the sky began to darken. Stars peeked out from the inky darkness and were accompanied by a full moon, silvery moonlight bathed their features.

“It’s already late. Don’t you think it’s time to go back?” Kim Dokja asked while leaning against Yoo Joonghyuk’s wide chest that effectively engulfed his small back which warmed his chilled body. “A few more minutes.” Yoo Joonghyuk whispered, muscled arms wrapping around Kim Dokja’s slim waist as his nose buried to his boyfriend’s crown, inhaling the Slytherin’s calming scent.

“Rough day?” Kim Dokja inquired softly, threading his fingers to the Gryffindor’s as the latter nodded, face hidden from the Slytherin’s sight. “I got a letter from my parents this morning.” Kim Dokja didn’t show any expressions as he patiently waited for him to continue. “They told me that they wanted to reinstate my engagement with Lee Seolhwa.” Kim Dokja went stiff for a moment before relaxing.

“Oh.” Kim Dokja merely sighed as he craned his neck upwards, brown eyes flickered curiously at the void-like orbs. “You rejected them, of course?” A confident smile graced Kim Dokja’s lips as Yoo Joonghyuk’s mouth curved the same smile as his boyfriend did. Trust glistened in Kim Dokja’s starry-like eyes.

“Of course. If I want to get married, it’s only with you.” Yoo Joonghyuk answered firmly as Kim Dokja laughed freely, eyes crinkling into crescent moons. “Bet they don’t like it.” Kim Dokja snickered as Yoo Joonghyuk’s chest rumbled, showing off his amusement silently like he always did. “Unfortunately for them, I don’t care.” Yoo Joonghyuk uttered carelessly.

“You did good.” Kim Dokja patted Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand proudly, earning a soft chuckle in return. “I was quite worried though. I thought that you wouldn't agree with my decision. Considering how…” Yoo Joonghyuk’s voice trailed off, remembering the miserly days of their fourth year.  

Kim Dokja’s shoulders shrunk as if he was sharing the same thoughts as Yoo Joonghyuk. He remembered how his insecurities almost destroyed their relationship. It wasn’t a good memory.

“Sorry.” Kim Dokja didn’t know what else to say except for this. “No. It’s my fault too for not realising what worries you.” Yoo Joonghyuk told Kim Dokja gently which worsened Kim Dokja’s guilt. “Idiot.” Yoo Joonghyuk sighed as if he knew where Kim Dokja’s trail of thoughts was going. “Stop thinking too much.” He murmured, placing a soft kiss on the furrow between Kim Dokja’s eyebrows who was still looking at him.

Kim Dokja’s shoulders finally loosened from tension as he curled a soft smile to the younger boy, reaching up to lace his fingers together on Yoo Joonghyuk’s nape which made the other leaned down. Their lips met tenderly. It was a fleeting touch that caused their heart to beat erratically.

“Ahem.”

Kim Dokja jolted, not expecting the sudden interruption. He looked down and much to his terror, a teacher was standing below, long azure lock dancing in the night’s breeze. Their Defense Against Dark Arts’ teacher, Kyrgios, didn’t say anything and merely quirked his brows, head tilting to the alit castle with a rebuking look.

Kim Dokja muffled his scream of horrification and hid his face to Yoo Joonghyuk’s chest who nodded to the teacher before kicking his broom forward. Once again, Kim Dokja felt like dating Yoo Joonghyuk would always cause him to be constantly getting into embarrassing circumstances. Kim Dokja heard a soft chuckle from his boyfriend and punched him at the side.

Yoo Joonghyuk grunted, breath escaping from his lungs momentarily as Kim Dokja smiled victoriously.

Serves him right for always putting him into an awkward situation.

“Christmas at your home?” Kim Dokja asked dubiously at Yoo Joonghyuk, lowering the book he was currently reading to look at the younger boy who nodded grimly. Yoo Mia was sitting beside him, currently spotting the same look as her elder brother. “Why now?” Kim Dokja frowned, displeased by the sudden turn of events. The Yoo’s siblings usually spent their Christmas at Kim Dokja’s home rather than in their own house and their parents never care about them either way so it’s a win-win situation for them.

“Said that it’s a family gathering.” Yoo Mia grumbled, poking a teacup in front of her with her wand which changed seamlessly into a mouse before turning back into its original form. Despite still being new in magic, Yoo Mia lived up to the name of the Yoo’s family and her talent was acknowledged by her peers.

“But you promised to spend Christmas with us, Mia!” Shin Yoosung piped in with a small frown on her brows. Lee Gilyoung, although looking reluctant, nodded as well. The three of them had been so close throughout the year and they never once separated so it must be hard for the children to accept the sudden change of situation from their usual ones. “I thought so too.” Yoo Mia mumbled despondently.

Both the Yoo’s siblings scowled, a rare hint of helplessness seeped from their stern and proud demeanour. “Oppa. Let’s ditch them.” Yoo Mia turned to her brother, suggesting a scandalous decision with determined eyes. “Alright.” Yoo Joonghyuk agreed straightaway.

“Hey, now.” Kim Dokja called out yet there was a glint of amusement flickered in his brown orbs. Shin Yoosung smiled brightly while Lee Gilyoung merely smirked. “Oh, well. It can’t be helped then.” Kim Dokja chuckled softly.

True to their words, as soon as Christmas break arrived, the siblings left for Kim Dokja’s home followed by Bihyung who already took care of their essentials and belongings. “Ah! Christmas is always the best at home.” Yoo Mia hummed in content as she flopped on the couch, cuddling to a fluffy grey blanket that she always used during her stay which was knitted by Lee Sookyung herself. 

Lee Sookyung raised her brows, glancing at her son who merely shrugged with an indulging smile. Yoo Joonghyuk helped Bihyung to move their belongings into the rooms they usually reside in. Yoo Joonghyuk headed to Kim Dokja’s room while Bihyung placed Yoo Mia’s belongings in a guest room. Bihyung always stayed with them until dinner before returning to the Yoo’s manor and picked them up by the end of the Christmas break but this year he didn’t need to pick them up since they would go back to Hogwarts directly after the break is over.

In other words, they would never step foot to Yoo's manor.

“Ahjumma!” Yoo Mia sing-sang as she bounded to the woman who was brewing hot chocolate for them. “Let me help you!” She tip-toed, bringing a tray of mugs filled with chocolatey drinks. Instead of 4 mugs, there were 10 mugs which caused Yoo Mia to do a double-trip from the kitchen to the living room. “Are we having people over?” She asked Lee Sookyung who hummed.

Two respectful knocks suddenly resounded and Yoo Mia jumped from the couch, rushing off to the door. Confetti exploded in front of her. “Congrats for running away from your home!” Two voices chorused out, earning a delightful laugh from the younger girl.

“Gilyoung-ah!” “Yoosung-ah!” Their respective parents simultaneously scolded the children who had cloying grins on their faces. “Thanks! It was very fun!” Yoo Mia waved her hands in excitement as the adults watched on with exasperated looks while exchanging meaningful stares amongst them. “Oh, all of you are here. Come on in.” Lee Sookyung gestured for them to enter and so they did.

They were greeted by floating candles and hovering plates of snacks. Two boys were waving their hands languidly, arranging the plates and mugs without bothering to lift a single finger. “Hyung!” “Dokja oppa!” Kim Dokja flashed a brief smile to the children who greeted him merrily. “Heads up.” Yoo Joonghyuk said absentmindedly as he curved his hand, taking off their coats and winter hats before placing them on the hang rack.

“Ah, thank you.” Mrs. Shin said pleasantly as Mrs. Lee watched in amazement, fascinated with the display of magic. Despite both of their children having magic themselves and they already went to Diagon Alley, the sight was still mesmerising for them. “Magic is very useful.” Mr. Lee mused as he sat down, interest glimmered on his face as he stared at the two boys.

“That I can’t deny.” Kim Dokja chuckled as the others occupied the other space. Soft hum of music coming from an old radio flooded the living room. “You have no wands?” Mr. Shin asked curiously as they began snacking. “We do actually. This is just another form of magic. Wandless magic.” Kim Dokja explained patiently. “I see. Very fascinating.” Shin Yoosung’s father nodded as Yoo Mia rolled her eyes at Kim Dokja’s humbleness.

“Oppa you forgot to say that it is also one of the hardest magic to do. Even amongst the students in Hogwarts, only you two can successfully pull it off.” Yoo Mia jabbed her cookie to both modest Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja. The adults looked at them, amazed by their achievement. “Hush, Mia-ya.” Kim Dokja flushed in embarrassment and Yoo Mia was triumphant with her win that she ate her cookie arrogantly.

Chatters filled the room as ambiance sunk in comfortably with the occupants.

Yoo Joonghyuk woke up due to someone jumping on top of him.

Literally.

A loud grunt escaped from his mouth as his eyes jerked open. Kim Dokja was sitting on his stomach, a shit-eating grin graced his lips as he bent down and smooched Yoo Joonghyuk’s face. “Merry Christmas, Joonghyuk-ah!” Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t even conjure any threats because Kim Dokja’s smile was blinding and his heart went stuffy at the sight of it.

Stop being so adorable . Yoo Joonghyuk thought as he sighed and accepted a wholesome hug from his significant other. “Say, do you want to go out for a date?” Kim Dokja asked, a rare hint of shyness dotted his face as Yoo Joonghyuk blinked at him. A smile curved on Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips as he craned his neck upwards slightly, planting a soft kiss on Kim Dokja’s lips as a reply.

After having their traditional breakfast, both of them left, getting sent off by amused Lee Sookyung and Yoo Mia who was eager for the details of their date.

Kim Dokja’s new neighbourhood that they moved to after they saved up enough money was located in a remote place which was suggested by Professor McGonagall who as usual took care of their comfort and chose a nice and homey neighbourhood instead of bustling ones. There is the little bookshop where his mother works, a café and small shops that are handled by families.

“Where are we going?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked as Kim Dokja dragged him to somewhere they had never gone to. “Ta-da!” Kim Dokja widely spread his arms proudly as Yoo Joonghyuk stared at the frozen lake before him, speechless.

“Have you ever ice-skated before?” A Cheshire cat smile curved on Kim Dokja’s lips as he dangled two pairs of ice skating shoes, black and white respectively.

Yoo Joonghyuk is always good at everything.

Well, almost . Ice-skating was ruining his image.

Kim Dokja laughed as he slid away from Yoo Joonghyuk who was still crouching down after putting on his skating shoes. The other boy skated smoothly, creating lines on the frozen lake. “Come on, Joonghyuk-ah!” Kim Dokja urged the taller boy who tried to stand up, wobbling like a newborn fawn as he tried to muffle his laughter.

Who would’ve thought the great Yoo Joonghyuk also has something he is not good at?

“Kim. Dokja.” Yoo Joonghyuk growled with gritted teeth as he tried to stabilise himself. Frigid air tousled his wavy hair which stung his eyes, irritating him further. He never indulged in this kind of thing so he was quite inexperienced when it comes to muggles’ activities. Yoo Joonghyuk slowly stood up, knees knocking together as his arms flailed about mindlessly. He couldn’t even move without feeling like he was about to topple over. It was such a disgraceful scene that shouldn’t be seen coming from an esteemed heir of the Yoo’s family.

Kim Dokja finally took sympathy on him, skating closer to him before grabbing his hands. “Here. Follow my moves.” Their hands intertwined almost automatically as Kim Dokja guided them. Yoo Joonghyuk followed along awkwardly, keeping a deathly grip on Kim Dokja’s hands like he was about to crush them to pieces. “Hey, hey loosen up! That hurts!” Kim Dokja yelped when Yoo Joonghyuk accidentally squeezed his hands harder than he intended.

“Sorry.” Yoo Joonghyuk gritted out and his slouching figure straightened up after he felt quite confident that he wouldn't trip and face-plant on the icy lake. Yet, he still didn’t release Kim Dokja’s hands.

“Relax. Just go with the flow.” Kim Dokja murmured, releasing one of his hands. Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand reached out in panic when Kim Dokja released him to skate alone after skating together while holding hands. This time, he skated away, brown eyes looking at Yoo Joonghyuk thoughtfully. “Come here.” Kim Dokja waved with a smile as Yoo Joonghyuk stood still, too wary to move.

“No.” Yoo Joonghyuk uttered flatly as Kim Dokja’s mouth formed a pout. Kim Dokja crossed his arms, exasperation flickered on his face. “Come on. Just do it slowly. We are in no rush after all.” His tone gentled as Yoo Joonghyuk looked at him, hesitance was clear on his face. “I won’t let you fall. I promise.” Kim Dokja said softly, honesty coated his voice. Yoo Joonghyuk swallowed and finally moved his legs, copying what Kim Dokja had shown him.

It proceeded smoothly before it went wrong. Yoo Joonghyuk’s foot slipped and he was falling forward. Shit! Yoo Joonghyuk clenched his teeth as he braced himself for a painful fall. Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around him and they slid to the ground, Yoo Joonghyuk’s body falling on top of Kim Dokja’s lithe frame.

THUD

Yoo Joonghyuk managed to pillow Kim Dokja’s head from banging to the frozen surface and their legs tangled together messily. Yoo Joonghyuk exhaled a sigh of relief before turning his gaze to Kim Dokja, complaints at the tip of his tongue to reprimand the other for his rash actions.

The complaints died in his mouth when Kim Dokja flashed a brilliant smile at him, eyes curving into gentle crescents. “See? I told you I won’t let you fall.” Kim Dokja grinned as Yoo Joonghyuk stared at the smaller boy. “Hah… what should I do with you.” Yoo Joonghyuk curled a helpless smile as he buried his face in the crook of Kim Dokja’s neck. Those words of Kim Dokja reminded him of the promise he himself had made last year when they went on a flying trip with a Thestral.

Yoo Joonghyuk lifted his body, wringing his hands free and cupped Kim Dokja’s face with his gloved hands. Kim Dokja’s cheeks were painted red due to the cold wind and his petal-like lips were stretched into a small yet bright smile. Yoo Joonghyuk’s black eyes grew tender as he absentmindedly stroked Kim Dokja’s cheek.

“I love you.” Yoo Joonghyuk whispered.  

Silence.

Kim Dokja was stunned while Yoo Joonghyuk grew flustered at his abrupt confession. He never utters that word out loud but he felt that it was the right time to say it so he just unconsciously said it.

“Uh, I— well, um.” Yoo Joonghyuk fumbled with his words, exposing his clumsy side for once. He averted his eyes and got up to, you know, bury himself in shame for being too reckless. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. He saw a pile of snow nearby and maybe if he crawls to bury himself—

Yoo Joonghyuk released something akin to yelp when a pair of skinny arms looped around his neck, pulling him down. Their foreheads knocked together causing him to hiss yet there was only a giggle of delight came from the other boy. Yoo Joonghyuk stared dazedly at those starry orbs.

“I love you too.” Kim Dokja cupped Yoo Joonghyuk’s cheeks affectionately.

Yoo Joonghyuk’s cheeks reddened while Kim Dokja laughed, bringing his face down and placing a soft kiss on his lips. Yoo Joonghyuk cradled Kim Dokja’s face, gently deepening their kiss. His heart was so full with love that he felt like he could drown in it.

Ah, seriously. He was only missing a ring currently or else they would be engaged right now.

Yoo Joonghyuk wants to marry Kim Dokja right here and now.

Well, maybe that can wait.

Chapter Text

Rough pants as well as thuds of footsteps echoed in a lone alleyway. A figure of a fat man kept on glancing over his shoulder as he grasped his wand tightly, fingers white and face pale with nervousness. A pile of saliva dripped from his mouth to the ground as his face moistened with perspiration.

Please, please, please! Don’t let them see me! He thought desperately as he waved his wand, covering his tracks and blended into the shadows. He was tense the whole time as his ears listened to the signals of devils. His stiff fingers gradually lost their tension as he relaxed when nothing happened.

“You are pretty fast.” A soft, lilting voice hummed and the man stiffened, whipping his wand out. A jet of light green erupted but was evaded nonchalantly. Red light hit him full on the face and he dropped to the ground, frozen. A man cladded in a white coat stood before him, slipping a slim wand with white hilt to his sleeve.

“Using an Unforgivable Curses which is forbidden will lengthen your sentence, Mr. Pudge. I hope you know the consequences of it will be severe.” The man said smoothly as the man lying on the ground moved his eyes nervously.  The man in white stared at him before a smile curved on his face.

“You do not have to worry. All of your associates will be with you in the court later. You will not be going alone.” Fear crept on his face as he gurgled, obviously trying to spit out excuses. “Ah, so noisy.” The man flicked his hand and his mouth disappeared, eliciting more terror by the casual display of extraordinary magic.

“Kim Dokja.” The man lifted his head as a figure of another man popped to existence right before him, followed by 3 people that were stunned who dropped to the ground painfully. “Good job, Joonghyuk-ah.” Kim Dokja curved a smile to the man who nodded as he slipped his sturdy wand with black hilt to his sleeve. His black eyes landed on Pudge who stiffened even further, receiving an apathetic stare from the man.

“Is that the head?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked, black coat curled around his long and powerful legs as he crouched down, observing the criminal lying on the ground. “Yes. And his sentences will lengthen. He used a Killing Curse on me.” Kim Dokja said absentmindedly as he watched over the other associates of Pudge with impassive eyes.

Yoo Joonghyuk narrowed his gaze to Pudge who couldn’t even whimper because of the absence of his mouth. “I see.” The man cladded in black said lowly, killing intent seeped from his void orbs which caused Pudge to shudder. “Shall we go back?” Kim Dokja asked his partner who merely grunted as they stood up. Kim Dokja held Pudge’s shoulder and another hand was placed on an unconscious woman with Yoo Joonghyuk doing the same to the other two.

CRACK

An Auror yelped when bodies were dumped atop of his desk as two men smoothly jumped down. His shriek gathered attention from the other Aurors who stood up defensively but lowered their wands once they recognized the intruders.

“Hullo, everyone.” Kim Dokja waved to them as he walked to his desk while Yoo Joonghyuk threw the criminals to the floor with a sweep of his hand. “You two can’t enter normally, huh?” Their senior sighed in exasperation as the other junior Aurors herded the criminals to an investigation room after releasing the Stunning Spell on them. Pudge struggled, eyes rolling and protruding as he glanced at his missing mouth.

The junior Aurors hesitantly glanced at the two Aurors, helplessly gesturing to the head of the criminal. “Ah, yes.” Kim Dokja noticed their expression, snapping his fingers and a mouth appeared on Pudge’s face. He gasped and grunted, smacking his lips together as he looked at Kim Dokja fearfully. Kim Dokja smiled at him, eyes curving into insincere crinkles which further deepened his fear.

“Ahem.” The senior Auror cleared his throat, looking at Kim Dokja pointedly. “Yes, yes, Lupin-ssi.” Kim Dokja sang playfully as Teddy Lupin sighed while slipping his wand to his sleeve. It was a daily occurrence now to have both of the Koreans barging into the Auror’s Office with criminals in tow.

They didn’t even take the official route of apprehending the criminals, dammit. At this point, it was hard to differentiate who are the Aurors and who are the criminals.

“I thought no one can Apparate into the Ministry?” One of the male junior Aurors muttered to his colleague who had similar confused dispositions to him. “Throw away that logic when it comes to those two.” An older Auror said grimly as she dragged away the struggling criminals with a fed up expression, obviously used to such insanity.

Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja.

The youngest Aurors in the whole Britain Wizarding World. Becoming an Auror right after graduating from Hogwarts. An achievement that is hard to gain except for the survivors of the Second Wizarding War as well as the members of the Yoo’s Family. They didn’t stop there. Ever since they became Aurors, the crimes had decreased dramatically because of their extraordinary talents on preventing the crimes.

Their accumulated achievements could almost surpass Harry Potter himself and that said a lot about their outstanding service. Especially Yoo Joonghyuk who comes from a respectable Auror’s family. His partner, Kim Dokja, is not to be underestimated either since someone who can keep up with the member of the Yoo’s Family himself is considered to be a monster possessing brilliant lights.

Of course everyone knows that they are lovers. They aren’t bothered to hide that fact away. The whole pureblood families were thrown into uproar once this fact was known to the public and letters of disapproval came flying down to Yoo Joonghyuk constantly.

As the esteemed heir of a prestigious family, the slander only stopped when an official announcement from Yoo Joonghyuk spread to the purebloods, a stern warning of them to stay away from him and his lover.

The underlying meanings behind the curt response could cause goosebumps.

“Good job, you two.” A voice laced with pride and mild exasperation rang out as they turned to face Harry Potter smiling at them. “All thanks to you like always, Harry-ssi.” Kim Dokja beamed to the Head of Department of Magical Law Enforcement. The said person only waved his hand nonchalantly and returned to his office after patting both of their shoulders’ in a proud manner.

“Ah, the work is too easy this time.” Kim Dokja hummed after shedding off his white coat, draping it lazily at his chair as Yoo Joonghyuk slid next to him, doing the same thing as him. “Hm.” Yoo Joonghyuk only grunted as a response as his black eyes roamed over the document sent by one of the Aurors.

“It’s your turn to write a report, right?” Kim Dokja swivelled his chair around, smiling cheekily at Yoo Joonghyuk who deadpanned at him. “No.” The latter said curtly as his scarred hands flipped the pages of the document. Kim Dokja immediately whined in disgruntlement to which Yoo Joonghyuk ignored flawlessly.

Begrudgingly, Kim Dokja started on their report after realising that Yoo Joonghyuk won’t budge from his decision. He usually gave in but not this time apparently. “What are their crimes again?” He asked after a few minutes. “Smuggling Dark Artifacts and bewitching Muggles.” Yoo Joonghyuk answered automatically as Kim Dokja frowned in annoyance.

“Why must they involve the Muggles? Don’t they know it is such a hassle to Obliviate them one by one?” Kim Dokja clicked his tongue as he filled in the details carefully. His work is meticulous as always, befitting of his persona as a former model student back in Hogwarts.

“By the way, do you remember where we must go this night?” Yoo Joonghyuk’s hands stilled as his eyebrows furrowed together. Seeing his blank look, Kim Dokja refrained himself from cursing at his other half.

“It’s Sung Hyunjae’s and Han Yoojin’s reception wedding!”

“Ah.”

“Congratulations!” Han Yoojin laughed when he was hugged and lifted by Jung Heewon. The fierce woman grinned at him and squeezed his lithe frame that was cladded in a silver suit before dropping him to his feet. “Ah, our Yoojin-ah is all grown up now.” Jung Heewon wiped her non-existent tears dramatically which earned a playful swipe from the embarrassed groom.

“Thank Merlin you guys are here. My feet are killing me.” Han Sooyoung, who was wearing a beautiful royal purple dress, groused, as she kicked off her heels, ignoring the affronted and disapproving looks from the other stuck up people that she paid no heed to.

She had been by Han Yoojin’s side the entire time as his bridesmaid and the long hours of the wedding ceremony was not good for her health, at all. Their friends couldn’t attend the ceremony since their works would clash so they attended the reception instead. Her friends were used to such acts that they didn’t even bat their eyes, merely focusing on the star of the show. “If he ever mistreats you, do not hesitate to tell me.” Cale said seriously as Han Yoojin smiled at his friend who had a rare gleam of happiness in his russet eyes. Cale returned his smile before relaxing with Firewhisky in his hand.

“Drinking already, Cale?” Lee Seolhwa, the only healer witch amongst them, scolded the red-haired man who pointedly looked away, sipping on his drink casually. The white-haired woman merely sighed as she turned to Han Yoojin with a warm smile.

“Congratulations, Yoojin-ah. May your life be blessed with eternal joy.” Lee Seolhwa said softly as Han Yoojin nodded with a fond grin. “By the way, where is that husband of yours?” Yoo Sangah tilted her head demurely, eyes blinking curiously. Han Yoojin merely pointed at the other side of the room.

Standing there together with Alberu Crossman, Song Taewon, Moon Hyuna, Riette Luire and Evelyn Miller, was Sung Hyunjae in a light gold suit that complimented his silver hair. Sensing the gazes on him, the tall man turned around, golden eyes crinkled winsomely as he flashed a brilliant smile to Han Yoojin.

Han Yoojin chuckled as he shook his head in amusement. Their relationship had progressed better over the years and you can say that there might be mutual love blooming between them now.

In their circle of friends, there are already plenty of them who got together. Lee Hyunsung and Jung Heewon started dating after they graduated from Hogwarts. The shy beaver confessed to the fiery lion and it was concluded that they have mutual feelings. Unexpectedly, there is a couple that surprises everyone which are Cale and Choi Han. Apparently they had already known of each other’s feelings for years and got engaged when they were in seventh year.

Of course Cale got screamed at and shook by Han Yoojin and Han Sooyoung while Kim Dokja just gaped at him foolishly after nonchalantly announcing his engagement to them.

To not everyone’s surprise Han Sooyoung and Yoo Sangah also dated after graduating from Hogwarts. They already have a pretty nice relationship throughout Hogwarts and Han Sooyoung boldly declared Yoo Sangah as her girlfriend to which the Ravenclaw chuckled at.

And there are Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja.

Well, that is old news so that is that.

There are also some of them like Lee Seolhwa who said that she prefers to focus on her career at the moment and they respect her choice since she is their friend after all.

“Anyway, where are those two idiots? How can they be late on such a precious occasion?” Han Sooyoung grumbled as she crossed her arms while leaning against Yoo Sangah. “I know, right? Tardy, both of them.” Jung Heewon sighed as she rested her chin over her knuckles.

CRACK

“Speak of the devils.” Cale uttered dryly when two men appeared before them, both respectively in their black and white coats. “Both of you couldn’t even bother to change your clothes, huh? The audacity!” Han Sooyoung mocked the two Aurors as Kim Dokja smiled apologetically while Yoo Joonghyuk rolled his eyes.

“Sorry for being late, Yoojin-ah. We ran into some illegal trading just now and that is why we got here quite late.” Kim Dokja apologised as Han Yoojin just waved his apology with a laugh. “Ugh, your work hours are already over so why are you guys still working? Workaholics, both of you.” Han Sooyoung crinkled her nose in distaste.

“Good work.” Contrary to the former Slytherin’s response, as a fellow Auror, Jung Heewon sided with them, accepting their reason easily.

“Congratulations for your wedding.” Kim Dokja curved a gentle smile at the other man as Han Yoojin’s face pinked at the older man’s rare tender side. All of them chattered away before the conversation took a sudden turn.

“By the way, who would’ve thought that Yoojin-ah will get married first?” Jung Heewon waved her fork as she stabbed the utensil to a fluffy cake. “I bet your lil bro must not be pleased with your marriage.” She added with a smirk as the others laughed out an agreement.

From afar, they could feel Han Yoohyun’s brooding glare to Sung Hyunjae while being surrounded by his friends; Lee Jihye, Kim Namwoon, Jang Hayoung, Bak Yerim and his boyfriend, Noah Luire, Riette’s little brother. Noah was seen holding Han Yoohyun’s hand while chatting leisurely to Jang Hayoung, glancing at Han Yoohyun once in a while to make sure he behaves himself.

All of them knew of Han Yoohyun’s extraordinary protectiveness over his older brother. It’s one of the most famous stories in Hogwarts after all.

Of course the most famous story is about Yoo Joonghyuk’s and Kim Dokja’s pining tales. It has become a tradition to hear about them in Hogwarts.

“I was just waiting for Yoohyun-ie to object the marriage the whole time during the vows.” Han Sooyoung cackled as her cousin swatted her with a petulant glare. “Hey! Yoohyun-ie is not that bad, okay!” Everyone levelled a flat stare at the Director of the Magical Beasts. Seeing their disbelieving looks, Han Yoojin turned to Lee Hyunsung and Choi Han, the gentlest of all of them, seeking support from them but they also averted their eyes away guiltily.

“Even you guys too?” Han Yoojin feigned a disappointed look. The others roared out a boisterous laughter at the silent agreement they came up with. Even Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips were twitching in mirth as he couldn’t help but get affected by the jolly surroundings.

Kim Dokja wiped away his tears of glee as he took another bite of the wedding cake. He fed Yoo Joonghyuk once in a while who ate the spoon-fed cake dutifully. Their blatant PDAs didn’t even bother their friends since they were used to it. They were already immune to their disgusting and lovey-dovey acts.

“But for real though. I thought the one who will get married as soon as they graduate from Hogwarts are those two.” The former Gryffindor flicked her fork to the two men who raised their eyebrows at the sudden shift of attention.

“Now that you said it, Heewon-ah. I am curious too.” Yoo Sangah clapped her hands, curiosity glimmered in her light brown eyes. All of them gazed at the two Aurors questioningly.

“The Elders of the Yoo’s Family are opposing our marriage. They don’t even let us get engaged.” Yoo Joonghyuk said calmly as he sipped on the fluid champagne brought over by Kim Dokja who sighed and nodded at his remark. Their friends frowned immediately.

“Those old bastards are still alive and kicking?” Cale in particular scowled the hardest. As a fellow pureblood, he knew the strife and struggle that comes up in the so-called noble society. Even Lee Seolhwa had a troubled expression gracing her delicate face.

“They have been contacting me non-stop too.” She heaved a light sigh, slim fingers cupping her chin. As an ex-fiancé of Yoo Joonghyuk, she also was dragged into their matters. Kim Dokja grimaced in guilt. “Sorry for troubling you.” He apologised deeply as Lee Seolhwa shook her head with a tender smile. “Not at all.” She replied sincerely.

“For the past few years, I have been busy cleaning up.” Yoo Joonghyuk said with an absentminded shrug as the others could feel pinpricks of goosebumps, knowing fully well of the cruel method of cleaning up that the Yoo’s Family could come up with. The proof lay in the memories of a young boy and his deceased older brother.

Being a Yoo himself and one that got hurt the most by the cleaning once, Yoo Joonghyuk must have come up with something equally harsh and ruthless.

“So, when will you announce your engagement?” Han Yoojin inquired as Yoo Joonghyuk stilled when they looked at him. Kim Dokja glanced at his partner who kept his silence. Yoo Joonghyuk opened his mouth and finally answered.

“Who knows?”

“THAT BASTARD!” Kim Dokja swore as he flopped on a couch. Lee Sookyung only watched her son with an amused look as he kept on cursing at his partner. “Dokja oppa. You are too loud.” Yoo Mia piped up as she continued her homework. It’s currently a Christmas break for Hogwarts so as usual, she stayed with the Kim’s.

Yoo Mia, Shin Yoosung and Lee Gilyoung are currently in their seventh year as a Hogwarts’ student. Being a Yoo’s Family member, Yoo Mia lived up to the renowned name, becoming one of the skilled witches and even inheriting her brother’s Seeker position in Gryffindor team.

As for Shin Yoosung, her brilliance especially regarding magical beasts shone very brightly along with Lee Gilyoung’s expertise in magical insects. The two of them are compatible with each other despite their constant bickering.

But everyone, especially Yoo Mia, knew that those arguments were merely a farce.

It was well known that Lee Gilyoung harboured a feeling towards Shin Yoosung. It’s just plain obvious and it was frustrating that Shin Yoosung never notices it. And obviously Lee Gilyoung felt the same but maybe he is also at fault since he is absolutely terrible at expressing himself.

Oh, but that is not even the worst!

Who would’ve thought that their feelings are actually mutual? Yes, everyone, wizards and witches and Muggles. Shin Yoosung also has a crush on Lee Gilyoung. They were even much worse than Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja himself. Poor Yoo Mia was squeezed between them.

Remembering her foolish friends made Yoo Mia accidentally snapped apart her quill, startling the two Kim’s. She apologised and took another quill to finish her homework. “What got your trousers into twisters, oppa?” She asked again once she regained her calmness.

Kim Dokja’s face soured almost immediately. Yoo Mia automatically recognized that look as it usually appears when her elder brother did something foolish to his lover. “What did Joonghyuk oppa do now?” She inquired as she continued to scribble away. Kim Dokja quickly launched into a rant. He probably bottled up his irritation for a while now because it took 10 minutes for him to exhale sharply and finish his rant.

Apparently her elder brother who promised his lover to spend time together during Christmas break broke their promise and now was nowhere to be seen ever since 2 days ago. She nodded and patted Kim Dokja’s knee sympathetically as he deflated into the couch.

Lee Sookyung and Yoo Mia shared a concerned look before Yoo Mia got up to her usual room and came back with a letter. “Here. To cheer you up.” Kim Dokja received the letter despondently only to straighten when he read the content.

“Professor McGonagall wants to meet me!” He grinned, greedily taking in his former professor’s words. “You can go today since you have nothing to do anyway.” Lee Sookyung mused as she nursed her tea with a soft smile. Kim Dokja pondered for a while before nodding. “Might as well.” He agreed and waved his hand, his white coat flew to him as well as white scarf and white gloves along with his wand that he slipped into his sleeve.

“Send my regards to Minerva-ssi.” Lee Sookyung added as Kim Dokja bended down and pecked her cheek and ruffled Yoo Mia’s hair who smacked his hand away with a pout. “I’m no longer a kid for you to treat me this way, oppa!” She complained as Kim Dokja laughed lightly. “Yes, yes, young lady.” Kim Dokja joked as he wore his black loafers.

CRACK

And Kim Dokja was gone. Yoo Mia and Lee Sookyung breathed out simultaneously. “Joonghyuk oppa owes us big time.” Yoo Mia grumbled as Lee Sookyung chuckled in amusement.

“I hope his plan goes well.” Lee Sookyung hummed.

To think that he even thought of roping his own former professor and the entirety of Hogwarts into that plan of his… what an eccentric son-in-law she would have.

“Mr. Kim.”

“Professor!”

The two professors and student greeted each other in delight and soon immersed themselves into a nostalgic conversation. “Have you been doing well?” She asked warmly as Kim Dokja nodded shyly. They continued chatting in the office as Kim Dokja shared his stories to the attentive Headmistress of Hogwarts.

“I see that being an Auror has wisened you.” Professor McGonagall noted as Kim Dokja chuckled bashfully. “Harry-ssi helped me a lot. You have an excellent student, Professor.” Kim Dokja genuinely praised his professor who smiled softly. Before they knew it, 2 hours flashed by and Kim Dokja felt like it was time to leave.

“How about going around Hogwarts? There aren’t that many students currently.” She said when Kim Dokja was looking reluctant to leave. “Thank you, Professor!” Kim Dokja cheered and Professor McGonagall merely laughed as she watched her former student leaving her office.

“They are too brilliant.” Professor McGonagall murmured with warm eyes.

Kim Dokja remained clueless of his professor’s high appraisal as he walked at the nostalgic ground. He walked down the staircase, brown eyes grew tender at the sight of his most cherished memories. He continued to let his legs take him wherever he wanted as his mind immersed itself to the past.

“Oof!” Kim Dokja stumbled when he accidentally tripped over a broom that was laid down haphazardly onto the ground. “Why is this here?” Kim Dokja wondered as he picked up the broom, fingers brushing on the wooden surface. Frigid air blew on his face as he closed his eyes before opening them, noticing himself at a training ground for first year’s flying practice.

“Ah.” Kim Dokja’s mind couldn’t help but replay a particular memory.

Kim Dokja thought.

He loves the feeling of flying, truly. It made him feel free and something that he would enjoy in his free time but maybe not now as he slipped from his broom and was plummeting to the ground. Maybe I will break my neck? Or even worse. It’s about 20 feet after all. Kim Dokja morbidly mused as wind whistled ominously around him as he plunged to his probable death.

Kim Dokja could hear Madam Hooch’s urgent shout as she whipped her wand. Kim Dokja was expecting pain but it didn’t come when his waist was snatched rather roughly in the air. He yelped when his face slammed into a chest while his leg banged against the broom, causing it to spiral out of control.

Yet, his saviour remained composed and handled the broom expertly, slowing down their momentum as they headed to the ground. Both of them tumbled to the ground and Kim Dokja muffled his scream when he landed on his feet wrongly. Pain shot up to his entire nerves as his vision whited out.

“–Dokja. Kim Dokja, you fool! Snap out of it!” A monotonous voice which tinged with unfamiliar concern reached his ears. Kim Dokja’s head lolled weakly as the other boy held his pained body gingerly. “Ouch…” Kim Dokja mumbled as a pair of black eyes narrowed to slits at his nonchalant reaction.

“You are delirious.” Yoo Joonghyuk uttered as other students gathered close to them. Madam Hooch shooed them away to make some space for the two. “I will send him to the Hospital Wing. Can someone help me– “ “I will do it.” Yoo Joonghyuk immediately cut in, hands hooking beneath Kim Dokja’s knees as he hoisted him on his back.

“That happened, did it not? And in our first year too.” Kim Dokja smiled to himself as he fondly reminisced. To think that he tried to avoid Yoo Joonghyuk non-stop because of his nonsensical fears…

He was so foolish during his youth. Kim Dokja sighed but there was still a wistful look lingering in his brown eyes. He suddenly closed his eyes when something directly hit his retina. He narrowed his eyes when something gold streaked nearby him. “What is that?” A true Auror he is, he immediately chased after the thing.

Kim Dokja fired a spell that caused the speedy thing to slow down until he managed to catch it. To his surprise, it was a Golden Snitch. “I thought spells don’t work on this thing?” He wondered as he stroked the fluttering Snitch. Then, he only noticed that he was standing on standees.

Without his permission, yet another memory flew in his mind.

It’s just 5 minutes in and Yoo Joonghyuk’s keen black eyes already narrowed on its target as he sped his broom, catching a flash of gold nearby with the audience’s standees where Kim Dokja was seated. The Slytherin seeker was hot on his trails and Yoo Joonghyuk glanced behind him.

“—and Yoo caught a sign of a Snitch! He did a roll to shake off Philip from his tail but Philip is persistent, you can give him that! Once again Yoo— wait! OH MY GOD WHAT IS HE DOING?!” The commentator screamed along the audience when Yoo Joonghyuk stood up from his broom, hand stretching out as his monstrous sense of balance kept him grounded on the feeble but sturdy stick.

Kim Dokja’s mouth dropped as he gripped the standees’ railing tightly when Yoo Joonghyuk leapt from his broom, hand snatching the Golden Snitch that was hovering right over Kim Dokja’s head that the Slytherin didn’t notice. Kim Dokja’s eyes widened when Yoo Joonghyuk’s body fell. If he moved away right now, Yoo Joonghyuk would crash to the standees with the speed he was going on and break all of his bones.

“YOO JOONGHYUK YOU LUNATIC!” Kim Dokja yelled as he whipped out his wand quickly, casting a spell to the fallen boy. His momentum was slowed down and Yoo Joonghyuk collided against Kim Dokja who braced for the impact. Both of them groaned as the students around them gave a wide berth to avoid the collision.

“You crazy sunfish! Are you asking for death!” Kim Dokja was tempted to throttle the Gryffindor who laid atop him, head nestled between his neck as splinters and woods scattered around them. Huffs of laughter escaped from Yoo Joonghyuk’s mouth.

Kim Dokja’s temple throbbed as he glared at the younger boy. “Are you seriously laughing right now?” He noticed Yoo Joonghyuk’s body was shaking out of mirth and he shoved the other boy off him. Yoo Joonghyuk got up from him, waving a Snitch that was in his grasp, fluttering desperately to escape from his hand.

“AND YOO CAUGHT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS THE MATCH!”

Roars of joy erupted from the Gryffindors and groans of misery came from the Slytherins broke the tense silence. The celebrating and despairing students missed Yoo Joonghyuk pulling Kim Dokja to stand, hand grabbing Kim Dokja’s wrist and placing a Golden Snitch on his palm.

“Present. I did better, didn’t I?” A smug smirk curled on Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips as Kim Dokja laughed in astonishment at his brazen declaration, remembering the challenge he gave to the Gryffindor during his try outs. “Yeah, you did. You really did, Yoo Joonghyuk.” Kim Dokja, while still in disbelief, complimented the younger boy. 

“Now that I think about it, what happened to that Golden Snitch Yoo Joonghyuk gave me?” Kim Dokja frowned thoughtfully as he tried to remember what happened during their second year. He was pretty sure that he hid away the Golden Snitch in his chest after that match but maybe it got buried along with his possessions before being thrown into his store after he graduated from Hogwarts.

“That is unfortunate.” He thought ruefully. That Golden Snitch is the reason why Yoo Joonghyuk and Yoo Mia spend their Christmas with him and his mother after all. Kim Dokja internally smacked himself for not caring after that golden ball properly.

“Well, too late for regrets now.” Kim Dokja winced as he wrapped his white scarf that came undone after he chased after the Golden Snitch. He stuck the golden ball into the pocket of his white coat carefully before walking down from the standees and heading back into the castle grounds.

Kim Dokja blew his warm breath on his hands that cladded with white gloves. His eyes roved over the still castle before abruptly stopping at a Great Hall. His mind unknowingly sunk into a memory of his third year.

“1, 2, 3!”

As soon as the counting reached three, Yoo Joonghyuk immediately slid into action. A jet of flames erupted from his wand as Kim Dokja waved his wand, a wave of water appeared before him and the two elements met with a hiss and vaporised as they clashed furiously as if to swallow each other.

It happened in an instant that no one but only the astonished veteran Aurors saw as the two casted their spells without regard to formality. As Yoo Joonghyuk slashed his wand, the flames went out and Kim Dokja’s water disappeared as well.

“Fire? Seriously, Yoo Joonghyuk?” Kim Dokja sighed as the Aurors straightened, hearing the name of the famous family of Aurors. “This is a duel, Kim Dokja.” Yoo Joonghyuk said casually, lips curled into a boyish yet smug smirk.

“Then I hope you are not mad for this!” Kim Dokja flicked his wand, chanting “Petrificus Totalus!” which Yoo Joonghyuk narrowly avoided with a frowning face. Kim Dokja grinned coyly at him as Yoo Joonghyuk huffed in amusement.

“Flipendo!” Kim Dokja yelped as he was knocked backwards and landed on his back but at the same he managed to cast a spell at the other boy. “Impedimenta!” Yoo Joonghyuk’s body momentarily slowed down and Kim Dokja had time to get up as he winced in pain.

It seemed the spell wore off quickly or maybe it’s the Gryffindor’s constitutions because Yoo Joonghyuk already shot another spell at him. “Locomotor Mortis!” Kim Dokja ducked and glared at the boy, grasping his wand tightly. “Locomotor Wibbly!” The spell hit accurately and Yoo Joonghyuk’s legs collapsed but before Kim Dokja could cast another spell, his world was flipped upside down.

“YOO JOONGHYUK YOU BASTARD!”

“Well, looks like I win.” Yoo Joonghyuk who was standing straight and already de-cursed his legs, held his wand with a smirk as Kim Dokja hung in the air upside down. The Slytherin pouted as he crossed his arms, too stubborn to admit defeat. “I will leave you up there all day if you want.” Yoo Joonghyuk said casually as Kim Dokja gaped at him.

“Okay, okay! I concede!” Kim Dokja groaned and before he knew it, the force that grasped his ankle disappeared and he fell. Kim Dokja screamed only to be caught by a pair of arms that wrapped around his body carefully. “Morals of the story?” While Yoo Joonghyuk’s face remained impassive, glitters of mischief gleamed within his black eyes.

“You are a bastard.” Kim Dokja grumbled, cheeks pinked at their close proximity as the other held him bridal style. “Let me down. This is embarrassing.” Kim Dokja muttered as Yoo Joonghyuk stared at him but did as he was told. As soon as his feet hit the floor, Kim Dokja whipped his wand. “Expelliarmus!” Yoo Joonghyuk’s wand was thrown away and he scrunched his brows in disbelief at Kim Dokja.

“You sly fox.” Yoo Joonghyuk shook his head as Kim Dokja tapped the emblem of Slytherin on his robe with his wand, adorning a cunning smile. “Snakes, remember? This is a duel, Yoo Joonghyuk. Anything can happen.” Kim Dokja tutted sweetly.

A feral smirk that caused the students and the Aurors to shudder at the sight of it crept on Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips. “True. Anything can happen.” Kim Dokja grew uncomfortable at the disconcerting look that he took a few steps back as precaution. “Try me.” Yoo Joonghyuk motioned with his hand and although Kim Dokja was puzzled by the blatant challenge, he didn’t waste any time and proceeded to cast a barrage of spells to the Gryffindor.

As he continued to shoot more spells, his frown became worse. Yoo Joonghyuk evaded the incoming spells like he already knew where they were going and before he knew it, the pureblood was already nose-to-nose with him.

A hand held his wrist and a foot hooked on his ankle. Once again, Kim Dokja landed on his back but at least, Yoo Joonghyuk had a little bit of conscience because he pillowed the back of Kim Dokja’s head from hitting the floor and saved him from a trip to the Hospital Wing.

His wand was taken away and placed under his chin. A cocky smirk bared down on him as a breathless laugh escaped from his mouth. “You cheater! Using your martial arts to win!” Kim Dokja was held down quite tightly that he couldn’t move his limbs as they locked into a battle of strength.

Yoo Joonghyuk smugly stared at him as Kim Dokja shook his head with a fond yet exasperated smile. “I concede. For real this time.” Yoo Joonghyuk observed his face for a few seconds and finally when he found out that Kim Dokja sincerely gave up, he released the other.

“Hah… I must be getting old now. I keep on getting nostalgic these days.” Kim Dokja exhaled slowly as he curved a soft smile.

Dueling Club in their third year. The first time when he finally realised his feelings to Yoo Joonghyuk and was also the last time his Patronus appeared as a fox before changing into a wolf. All credits belonged to Alberu who made him recognize his own feelings.

To think that he blamed puberty for his mess called feelings… now he wondered how on earth he managed to survive that year?

Kim Dokja jumped when a door appeared nearby him. His eyes immediately lit up once he recognized the door and the specific corridor. He walked into the said place, smiling when a familiar background filled his eyes. Yet another memory popped into his head. Of their fourth year.

Kim Dokja’s entire body hurt. He curled in, hands trying to grapple his chest but something was odd. He blearily opened his eyes and raised his hands, eyes widening when instead of flesh, he was greeted by white fur.

Wait… does this mean.

Kim Dokja raised his body, body tingling with pain yet he pushed through. He was crouching on all-four and tried out his new body. Four legs. Must be a land animal but what? His head whipped around, looking for some sort of reflection.

A mirror popped out. Well, that is convenient. Kim Dokja trotted to the mirror, body swaying since he wasn’t used to the new form. He was giddy to know what animal he transformed into.

A pair of silver eyes blinked to the reflection, fluffy tail curled around his legs as he sat in front of the mirror. White fur trailed on his transformed body, pure and untainted as snow. Huh. Kim Dokja is a fox. Arctic fox to be exact.

Suddenly, golden eyes appeared beside him which caused him to yelp and the voice totally sounded like a fox because it was high-pitched and very animal-like. A towering figure of black mass engulfed his lithe body. Black tail tangled with his own white one.

Kim Dokja’s mouth dropped at the majestic sight of a 6 feet pure black wolf.  Wow. Even in his Animagus form, Yoo Joonghyuk is gorgeous. How is that fair?

Kim Dokja tilted his head up, pointy nose brushing against Yoo Joonghyuk’s snout who growled at him, black tail wagging energetically. Yoo Joonghyuk burrowed his huge body close to Kim Dokja, gigantic head resting on his small head.

Kim Dokja whined, feeling flattened by the heavy weight and Yoo Joonghyuk reluctantly drew away. Both of them appraised their newly-transformed bodies with amazement. 

Then, Kim Dokja raised his paw, bopping Yoo Joonghyuk’s nose. Yoo Joonghyuk glowered at him but Kim Dokja merely wagged his fluffy tail playfully. Yoo Joonghyuk’s golden eyes showed exasperation at his endearing actions.

Kim Dokja made soft, keening noises at the back of his throat that sounded like laughs, pulling himself to stand properly. His fox’s height didn’t even reach Yoo Joonghyuk’s wolf chest, he begrudgingly noticed. 

The two of them were so engrossed in their successful magic expenditure that they almost didn’t want to transform back to their human forms. But they did after a few minutes enjoying their animal form.

“HAH!” Kim Dokja breathlessly gasped, body staggering out of exhaustion. Yoo Joonghyuk caught him swiftly although he looked fatigued as well. “Gah! What’s with your eyes!” Kim Dokja gestured to Yoo Joonghyuk’s still gold-like orbs.

“I should be asking you.” Yoo Joonghyuk said pointedly. Kim Dokja quickly turned his head to the mirror, noticing that his eyes indeed were still silver. “This must be the aftereffects of the first transformation that Professor McGonagall said in the class. I think it will last around a week.” Kim Dokja observed his silver eyes that bore the same similarity with his owl, Dream.

“We should hide it.” Yoo Joonghyuk suggested, pulling out his wand before casting a simple disguised charm on both of them. Their eyes regained their original colours much to their relief. It would be a disaster if the professors know of their illegal magic expenditure.

“We should go. Curfew is about to start.” Both of them quickly left the Room of Requirement. As soon as they left the room, instead of the dark and empty corridors, they were startled to see that the corridors were bright and students could be seen going to their classes.

A few students looked at both of them who were still wearing their nightwear with surprised eyes.

“Oh, Alberu’s gonna kill me.” Kim Dokja said mournfully.

“Ah, we became Animagus here.” Kim Dokja murmured, tracing his fingers on a spine of an old book. He remembered those days of failed attempts and repetitive trials just to prove to each other that they are equals.

Their fourth year was quite bittersweet since it was also the year they fought seriously for the first time because of Kim Dokja’s insecurities. “Why did I do that?” Kim Dokja moaned, embarrassed by the past him. If only he could get a Time Turner and smacked his idiotic young self, he would have done so in a heartbeat.

Not to mention their first kiss was destroyed just like that because of their fight…

“Begone my shameful memories!” Kim Dokja waved his hand at his imaginary depressing cloud as he shook his head repeatedly with a reddened face.

Kim Dokja spent quite a time in the Room of Requirements before leaving it and wandered inside the castle. He stumbled upon his Defense Against Dark Arts’ and Potions’ teachers by chance and conversed with them for a long 30 minutes.

He could feel Professor Kyrgios’s and Professor Namgung’s brimming pride in him and Yoo Joonghyuk even when he left the castle grounds to the plains. His feet stopped at the usual spot where he and Yoo Joonghyuk usually spent their time together - the infamous tree of Hogwarts.

Ah…. There is also that incident too, right? During their fifth year.

“YOO JOONGHYUK! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” Everyone jolted once they heard a shrill yell from behind the flickering blue flames. “Say it. Kim Dokja.” Another voice yet much deeper intermingled with the coughs of the other boy. As Harry tried to get closer to the two boys, the blue fire erupted between them, lashing out threateningly.

“You know I can easily put out this fire. I just want to hear you say it.” Yoo Joonghyuk said calmly. “Say what, you bastard?!” Kim Dokja yelled, coughing at the crook of his elbow. Yoo Joonghyuk opened his mouth to answer yet Kim Dokja’s hand was much faster. His wand was pointed to the blue fire and it was gone with a sweep of his hand. The Slytherin faced him with a stoic look.

Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips curled into a smirk. Ah, he forgot that this is why he likes Kim Dokja. He never backs down from challenges even if it seems impossible.

The others who were watching were surprised when the blue flame disappeared, exposing the two boys. “I’m done talking to you.” Kim Dokja spat as he tried to walk past the other boy. Keyword: tried. He froze when a spell hit the ground beside his foot, narrowly missing him.

“I’m not done.” Yoo Joonghyuk said calmly yet his black eyes were cold.

“You—“ Kim Dokja hissed and his wand was out instantly. Spells flew between them. “Oh, Merlin.” Alberu bit his lower lip as he watched the two duelled. Their casting was too fast for everyone to keep up. Not to mention, they didn’t even cast them out loud!

“Nonverbal spells.” Hermione narrowed her eyes as she watched the two students' blindingly quick spells. Harry couldn’t help but feel astonished by their displays of prowess. The spells didn’t even graze their bodies because of their fast reactions to counter them.

“This—this is like watching Grindelwald and Albus Dumbledore duelling.” A scared student said nearby him as other students who heard her muttering flinched in fear. This will be a scary repetition of the infamous battle if it goes on.

Professor McGonagall’s eyes hardened when she heard the murmurs of her terrified students. She stepped out and walked to her students who remained ignorant of the scene they created. She placed her wand on her throat, bellowing loudly.

“STOP!”

It proved to be effective since they instantly froze but Yoo Joonghyuk already finished casting a spell that caused Kim Dokja to be thrown in the air. Kim Dokja retaliated almost immediately, slashing his wand at Yoo Joonghyuk who was flung to a tree and slammed against it roughly. They slid to the ground simultaneously with pained groans. Professor McGonagall looked at them, fury embroiled her eyes.

“Both of you. To my office. Now.”

“Oh, man… Professor was so pissed back then.” Kim Dokja rubbed his nape as he remembered Professor McGonagall’s frightening gaze on both him and Yoo Joonghyuk. Yoo Joonghyuk was the one who started the fight first. He provoked him deliberately so that he could show his Patronus, something Kim Dokja wanted to avoid showing it to him.

Who would’ve known that Yoo Joonghyuk already knew about his feelings and Patronus when he did that. “What an impression we created for Harry-ssi.” Kim Dokja palmed his flushed face when he remembered Harry Potter’s first reaction when they showed up as the new Aurors. His emerald eyes were wary and they couldn’t hide his apprehensiveness.

Of course their relationship had grown better over the years and now they were considered as the most cherished Aurors aside from Teddy Lupin. He continued his walk again. 

Kim Dokja giggled softly as his feet tread through the snowy ground, walking toward the Dark Forest. He didn’t even take five steps into the plains when he got head-butted. His laughter rang out when something butted his side affectionately. “Whoa, whoa! Hava! Hisa!” The two grown unicorns pulled back after nuzzling him.

“You guys are so big now!” He couldn’t even wrap his hands around their necks now and they stood taller than him. Unicorns are bigger than expected. Hisa, the female unicorn bumped her head to his shoulder, a silent scold for not visiting them for so long while Hava, the male unicorn nudged his hand for treats.

“Sorry, sorry. I have been busy for so long.” Kim Dokja apologised. The last time he visited them was during his seventh year where he brought along his friends and the kids to show them the unicorns during summer. Kim Dokja named them as Hava and Hisa respectively because they represent life and purity.

“Has Yoosung-ie taken care of both of you well?” Kim Dokja asked as the smart unicorns nodded. Shin Yoosung had taken a liking to the unicorns and personally tended to them. Of course Lee Gilyoung helped her too despite his protests and Yoo Mia just tagged along.

Hisa all of sudden neighed and pointed her horn to a place he knew so well. Suddenly, two horses that are known as incarnations of death stood before him. Yes. Kim Dokja could see Thestrals now. He had lost several colleagues as an Auror over the years.

It was horrible. He never wants to feel that helpless feeling again.

“Diablo. Dabria.” Kim Dokja stretched his hand out to caress their leathery skins. The two foals now all grew up like the unicorns too. These are the twin Thestrals that Yoo Joonghyuk took care of back when they were in Hogwarts and were named after death and darkness. Diablo, the male Thestral closed its milky eyes as he rested his head on Kim Dokja’s palm while Dabria, the female Thestral folded its wings and kneeled beside Kim Dokja’s feet.

Kim Dokja’s lips twitched when he remembered something that happened during their sixth year.

“Hm.” Yoo Joonghyuk was looking at the empty space where Kim Dokja got bumped, a thoughtful frown curved on his brows. “Want to take a flight?” Kim Dokja stared at him. “Huh?” For the umpteenth time, he released that confusing sound as Yoo Joonghyuk swept him off his feet.

Kim Dokja yelped when Yoo Joonghyuk placed him on an uneven surface, his hands immediately grappled to balance himself while Yoo Joonghyuk hoisted behind him smoothly. Dread crawled up on his spine as realisation dawned in his brown eyes. “Wait… Yoo Joonghyuk. You don’t mean…?” He fumbled with his words as Yoo Joonghyuk plastered himself to his back, warming his body with his unceasing heat as his strong arms circled around his slim waist.

“Hold tight.” A soft chuckle echoed in his ears.

FLAP

Kim Dokja screamed when the Thestral shot up to the sky. He was at the edge of palpitating because he was high in the air and he COULDN’T EVEN SEE THE MOUNT HE WAS RIDING ON BECAUSE IT WAS INVISIBLE—

“YOO JOONGHYUK YOU BASTARD!”

Kim Dokja squeezed his eyes shut as he lowered his body, burying his face to the horse’s silky mane. “Oh Merlin, Oh Merlin, Oh Merlin.” Kim Dokja chanted repeatedly as he wheezed to calm his erratic breathing.

“Open your eyes.”

“ARE YOU CRAZY?! I WILL NOT!”

“Kim Dokja.”

“FUCK YOU! I WON’T!”

Kim Dokja lashed out at Yoo Joonghyuk. This crazy son of a bitch. He already knew Kim Dokja wasn’t fond of flying because of what happened in their first year so why is he tormenting him like this? Is this a revenge for when Kim Dokja rejected his confession? “Oh my God. I’m falling. I can feel myself falling. I’m fucking falling.” Kim Dokja babbled, hands trembling as he gripped tightly to the Thestral’s neck.

“You won’t fall. Just open your eyes.” Came a calm reply from Yoo Joonghyuk. Kim Dokja was about to throttle the Gryffindor. If it’s not for the fact that he is hovering in the air currently, he would do so. “Thanks but no thanks.” Kim Dokja snapped. The Slytherin could feel the other boy heaving a sigh.

“Kim Dokja. You won’t fall.” Yoo Joonghyuk whispered, words more piercing than the wind itself and laced with something indescribable. Kim Dokja involuntarily shivered yet he remained stubborn. “And how would you know that? What are you, a prophet?” He asked sarcastically.

“Have I ever let you fall before?”

Kim Dokja stiffened, fingers automatically clenching down on the shifting bones of the Thestral. His silence went on for so long that it almost made Yoo Joonghyuk gives up as he prepared to direct the Thestral to land when suddenly Kim Dokja’s bare hand held his long and deft fingers that were still stained with dried blood.

“Promise me?” Kim Dokja mumbled as Yoo Joonghyuk secretly smiled, tightening his grasp on the Slytherin. “You have my word.” Yoo Joonghyuk murmured reassuringly. Kim Dokja’s thin fingers clamped down on Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand as his eyelashes fluttered against the strong wind. He swallowed the urge to dry-heave before slowly opening his eyes.

Frigid air brushed on his exposed eyes which caused him to wince slightly before a stifled gasp escaped from his lips.    

His brown eyes drank in the sight of the glittering Black Lake. The sun was reflected on the clear surface of the water body, creating a sparkling view as avian creatures flapped their wings strongly around them as if competing their speed against the Thestral. Aquatic lifeforms poked out curiously as the Thestral lowered itself on the lake’s surface, invisible legs slicing the calm water.

Kim Dokja’s breath stuck in his throat as he relished the beautiful scenery. A smile unknowingly bloomed on his lips as cold air brushed his ruffled hair. He turned around in excitement to face Yoo Joonghyuk. “It’s so beautiful!” Kim Dokja exclaimed with gleeful laughter, not noticing their close proximity when their noses brushed against each other because of the adrenaline rushing in his veins.

“Yeah, beautiful.” Yoo Joonghyuk uttered, black eyes glimmered excitedly as he tried to calm his erratic heartbeat at Kim Dokja’s rosy-cheeks and the wide grin he currently spotted. “So beautiful.” Yoo Joonghyuk murmured softly as Kim Dokja faced forward once again, burying his face to the Slytherin’s neck as a genuine and breathtaking smile curved on his lips.

Now that he thought of it, wasn’t that the reason why his fear over flying disappeared? It was replaced from something that was frightening into a memorable experience. All of it was thanks to Yoo Joonghyuk.

Kim Dokja scowled, suddenly remembering why he was angry at Yoo Joonghyuk and the reason why he is currently at Hogwarts right now. That bastard broke their promise! And here Kim Dokja got drowned by their past memories. “Hmph!” He sulked and continued to attend the unicorns and Thestrals for a period of time.

“It’s getting late.” Kim Dokja glanced at the darkening sky before standing up. “Time to go back.” He patted the horses’ heads lovingly before Apparate away. When Kim Dokja opened his eyes, he was startled to see that it was not his house that he went to but a frozen lake nearby his neighbourhood.

A piece of memory of their seventh year appeared in his mind.

Kim Dokja laughed as he slid away from Yoo Joonghyuk who was still crouching down after putting on his skating shoes. The other boy skated smoothly, creating lines on the frozen lake. “Come on, Joonghyuk-ah!” Kim Dokja urged the taller boy who tried to stand up, wobbling like a newborn fawn as he tried to muffle his laughter.

Who would’ve thought the great Yoo Joonghyuk also has something he is not good at?

“Kim. Dokja.” Yoo Joonghyuk growled with gritted teeth as he tried to stabilise himself. Frigid air tousled his wavy hair which stung his eyes, irritating him further. He never indulged in this kind of thing so he was quite inexperienced when it comes to muggles’ activities. Yoo Joonghyuk slowly stood up, knees knocking together as his arms flailed about mindlessly. He couldn’t even move without feeling like he was about to topple over. It was such a disgraceful scene that shouldn’t be seen coming from an esteemed heir of the Yoo’s family.

Kim Dokja finally took sympathy on him, skating closer to him before grabbing his hands. “Here. Follow my moves.” Their hands intertwined almost automatically as Kim Dokja guided them. Yoo Joonghyuk followed along awkwardly, keeping a deathly grip on Kim Dokja’s hands like he was about to crush them to pieces. “Hey, hey loosen up! That hurts!” Kim Dokja yelped when Yoo Joonghyuk accidentally squeezed his hands harder than he intended.

“Sorry.” Yoo Joonghyuk gritted out and his slouching figure straightened up after he felt quite confident that he wouldn't trip and face-plant on the icy lake. Yet, he still didn’t release Kim Dokja’s hands.

“Relax. Just go with the flow.” Kim Dokja murmured, releasing one of his hands. Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand reached out in panic when Kim Dokja released him to skate alone after skating together while holding hands. This time, he skated away, brown eyes looking at Yoo Joonghyuk thoughtfully. “Come here.” Kim Dokja waved with a smile as Yoo Joonghyuk stood still, too wary to move.

“No.” Yoo Joonghyuk uttered flatly as Kim Dokja’s mouth formed a pout. Kim Dokja crossed his arms, exasperation flickered on his face. “Come on. Just do it slowly. We are in no rush after all.” His tone gentled as Yoo Joonghyuk looked at him, hesitance was clear on his face. “I won’t let you fall. I promise.” Kim Dokja said softly, honesty coated his voice. Yoo Joonghyuk swallowed and finally moved his legs, copying what Kim Dokja had shown him.

It proceeded smoothly before it went wrong. Yoo Joonghyuk’s foot slipped and he was falling forward. Shit! Yoo Joonghyuk clenched his teeth as he braced himself for a painful fall. Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around him and they slid to the ground, Yoo Joonghyuk’s body falling on top of Kim Dokja’s lithe frame.

THUD

Yoo Joonghyuk managed to pillow Kim Dokja’s head from banging to the frozen surface and their legs tangled together messily. Yoo Joonghyuk exhaled a sigh of relief before turning his gaze to Kim Dokja, complaints at the tip of his tongue to reprimand the other for his rash actions.

The complaints died in his mouth when Kim Dokja flashed a brilliant smile at him, eyes curving into gentle crescents. “See? I told you I won’t let you fall.” Kim Dokja grinned as Yoo Joonghyuk stared at the smaller boy. “Hah… what should I do with you.” Yoo Joonghyuk curled a helpless smile as he buried his face in the crook of Kim Dokja’s neck. Those words of Kim Dokja reminded him of the promise he himself had made last year when they went on a flying trip with a Thestral.

Yoo Joonghyuk lifted his body, wringing his hands free and cupped Kim Dokja’s face with his gloved hands. Kim Dokja’s cheeks were painted red due to the cold wind and his petal-like lips were stretched into a small yet bright smile. Yoo Joonghyuk’s black eyes grew tender as he absentmindedly stroked Kim Dokja’s cheek.

“I love you.” Yoo Joonghyuk whispered. 

Silence.

Kim Dokja was stunned while Yoo Joonghyuk grew flustered at his abrupt confession. He never utters that word out loud but he felt that it was the right time to say it so he just unconsciously said it.

“Uh, I— well, um.” Yoo Joonghyuk fumbled with his words, exposing his clumsy side for once. He averted his eyes and got up to, you know, bury himself in shame for being too reckless. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. He saw a pile of snow nearby and maybe if he crawls—

Yoo Joonghyuk released something akin to yelp when a pair of skinny arms looped around his neck, pulling him down. Their foreheads knocked together causing him to hiss yet there was only a giggle of delight came from the other. Yoo Joonghyuk stared dazedly at those starry orbs.

“I love you too.” Kim Dokja cupped Yoo Joonghyuk’s cheeks affectionately.

“Hah… my mind is filled with that idiot today.” Kim Dokja slowly rubbed his face with a light sigh.

HOOT

Kim Dokja flinched when a loud hoot pierced his ears. He tilted his head and saw a pure white owl swooping down, carrying something. “Dream?!” Kim Dokja exclaimed in shock as his own owl dropped the items he was carrying. “Skating shoes?” Kim Dokja blinked as he picked up those items and inspected them carefully.

Yeah, and it’s his too. His white skating shoes that he always wears when he goes skating. Kim Dokja turned to look at Dream but his owl already flapped his wings and left after nibbling on the strands of his hair affectionately. The pure white owl joined an ashy black owl in the sky that Kim Dokja recognized as Plotter before flying away together. 

Kim Dokja stood stupidly with a pair of skating shoes in his hands. His brown eyes shifted to the skating shoes before shrugging and slipping into them. It had been a while since he skated anyway. Kim Dokja stepped onto the frozen lake, smoothly sliding across the icy ground.

Kim Dokja enjoyed the cold wind that brushed on his face, mussing up his hair with its caress. A small smile unknowingly curved on his face as he leisurely skated at his own pace.

“Kim Dokja.”

Kim Dokja almost stumbled when someone called him out all of sudden. Not too far away from him, a man cladded in black was skating closer to him, motions smooth and polished by years of practice. Kim Dokja’s face turned unreadable.

“Yoo Joonghyuk.”

The said person’s eyebrows twitched at the cold response that was given to him. “Are you still mad?” Yoo Joonghyuk skidded to a stop beside Kim Dokja who puffed his cheeks, turning away from him. “Oh, gee. Why would you think that?” Kim Dokja sarcastically retorted as Yoo Joonghyuk sighed slowly.

“Don’t be mad, hm?” Yoo Joonghyuk gathered Kim Dokja’s gloved hand, pulled off the glove and placed it on his cheek. His own black gloved hand was still holding Kim Dokja’s other hand, lacing their fingers together. “Hey, don’t take off my gloves all of sudden. It’s cold.” Kim Dokja scolded as he tried to pull his hand away from Yoo Joonghyuk’s firm grasp. Yoo Joonghyuk in return took off his glove as well before intertwining their bare hands together.

“What’s with you?” Kim Dokja looked at his lover in confusion. Yoo Joonghyuk remained silent when he suddenly bent down, slipping his hand inside of Kim Dokja’s pocket. “Hey — !” Kim Dokja squirmed away but was still halted by Yoo Joonghyuk who held his slim waist.

“What are you — ” Kim Dokja’s mouth was sealed away when Yoo Joonghyuk held a fluttering Golden Snitch in his hand. The taller man placed the Golden Snitch on his lips, kissing it so softly. Kim Dokja was too dumbfounded by the action of his partner that he gawked in disbelief at the other man.

The wings of the Golden Snitch folded and disappeared before it slowly opened up. Kim Dokja was startled by the sudden change that he missed when Yoo Joonghyuk released his hand and kneeled down.

A silver ring with a perfectly fine-cut diamond embedded at the top of it was staring back at him, glistening so beautifully under the sunset. Kim Dokja’s brown eyes shook. Yoo Joonghyuk took his gloved hand, pressing his hand to his lips.

“Will you marry me, Kim Dokja?”  

Kim Dokja’s knees gave out and he slumped onto Yoo Joonghyuk's body who caught him flawlessly. He wheezed for breath, not expecting the out of blue proposal. “BASTARD!” He screamed, punching Yoo Joonghyuk’s chest as he blinked away his incoming tears.

Kim Dokja could hear Yoo Joonghyuk soft chuckle as the other man supported his still trembling body. “That Golden Snitch is you? This whole trip that I did today was planned by you?” Kim Dokja asked shakily as Yoo Joonghyuk hummed. “Hm, who knows. Maybe the stars guide you.” A hint of tease leaked in Yoo Joonghyuk’s voice which caused Kim Dokja to pinch his thigh.

“Where’s my answer?” Yoo Joonghyuk skimmed his lips across Kim Dokja’s earlobe as the other man sniffed, glaring at him with teary eyes and flushed cheeks. “Of course I will, you idiot.” Kim Dokja answered and stuck out his hand haughtily. Yoo Joonghyuk rolled his eyes fondly before slipping the ring to Kim Dokja’s hand, the one that was bare.

Kim Dokja admired the shine of the ring before looking at Yoo Joonghyuk. “Where’s yours? Let me put it on you.” Yoo Joonghyuk just silently took the Golden Snitch that rolled away when Kim Dokja fell atop him.

“Kiss it.” Kim Dokja stared blankly at Yoo Joonghyuk but obliged. Once again, the same motion was repeated and a similar ring but bigger appeared within the folds of the Golden Snitch. “By any chance, is this the same Golden Snitch that you caught for me back in our second year?” Kim Dokja wondered as he slipped the ring onto Yoo Joonghyuk’s calloused hand, smiling giddily as it twinkled magnificently.

This handsome and perfect man is his. Finally .

“Yes. I just modified it a little.” Yoo Joonghyuk answered, balancing Kim Dokja precariously on top of his lap. “That is so smart of you.” Kim Dokja patted Yoo Joonghyuk’s head mockingly as Yoo Joonghyuk bit his hand as a retaliation. Kim Dokja yelped before dissolving into giggles when Yoo Joonghyuk kissed his neck.

“Ah, before I forgot.” Yoo Joonghyuk leant away a little, hand patting his pocket before pulling out two pocket watches. Both in gold and silver respectively.  He took the silver one and placed it on top of Kim Dokja’s hand. Kim Dokja stroked the metallic surface with his thumb before flicking it open.

A stuttering breath escaped from him. At the lid of the pocket watch are moving pictures of both him and Yoo Joonghyuk. From their younger years until now. They changed and shifted all the time but the love, joy and laughter that were shown just from their faces alone couldn’t be denied. Elegant initials were engraved at the bottom of the pocket watch.

Y.J.H x K.D.J

Tic. Tic. Tic.

The moving clock’s hand rang in Kim Dokja’s eardrums.

“Ah…”

Tears spilled from his eyes as Kim Dokja’s quivering hand caressed the pictures of them. Yoo Joonghyuk similarly flicked open his golden pocket watch, displaying the same pictures of them. Yoo Joonghyuk rested his forehead on Kim Dokja’s chilled forehead, black eyes, gentle and loving as ever, bored through his glistening brown orbs.  

“Be mine and I will be yours for eternity. Even when the time no longer moves.”

Yoo Joonghyuk’s low murmur tickled his ears as he sobbed and buried his face to Yoo Joonghyuk’s chest. Kim Dokja barely remembered what he said but he remembered having his face cradled and kissed by Yoo Joonghyuk.

Soft and filled with their promise to each other.

To love one another even in their next life.

For eternity, I will be yours and you will be mine.

Booms and howls of the undead pierced through the sky as trepidation filled Kim Dokja’s being. The undead were blown away by sheer brute force that caused goosebumps to appear on Kim Dokja’s flesh.

A silhouette of a well-built man appeared in the cloud of dust. Hazy black eyes glimmered brightly under the sunset. Immediately, Kim Dokja’s emotions rose inside of him as his brown eyes shook. Nervousness, fear as well as… longing?

Unknown to him, the same feelings welled up in the depth of the icy heart of the cold man when he looked at the plain yet soft looking man with brown eyes that sparkled like stars standing before him. It felt strange but infuriatingly familiar which was a threat to him. He couldn't afford to be weak. 

Kim Dokja’s trail of thoughts about his feelings was cut off when a hand strangled his neck, causing him to choke out a gasp. An interrogation ensued.

“Name.”

“What?”

“What is your name?”

“Kim Dokja.”

“A strange name.”

“I’ve heard that a lot.”

………

“I am sorry but you are younger than me, pro gamer Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi.”

………

Yoo Joonghyuk’s hard black eyes marred with hardship glimmered warmly as he watched Kim Dokja fell off the bridge. A smile tugged on his lips as his eyes crinkled beautifully, highlighting his already attractive features even more.

“I believe you. You are definitely a prophet.”

Kim Dokja gazed at the man who dropped him into the mouth of a monster, disbelief as well as fierce indescribable emotions washed over him as he smiled up at his future companion. He could only mutter one thing as a gigantic mouth swallowed him up.

Son of a bitch.