Scarves
pairing: lukai
genre: fluff, harry potter!au
rating: pg
458w
inspired by teddyescher
It had been a month since their first date at Hogsmeade but it still felt like a warm, fuzzy blur of secret smiles found across the dining hall or hand holding beneath the tables in the library with stacks of books (mostly Luhan's) hiding them away from prying eyes.
Jongin was elated, ecstatic even. The stupid swarm of rampaging, ravenous butterflies that made his belly swoop were the sure sign that everything was going perfectly. He still couldn't believe it. Neither could Sehun, but the cool gazed Slytherin was perfectly fine with Jongin slumping against him as he described the way Luhan's hair would fall just right when he was leaning over scrolls, reading cramped ruins. Only someone who didn't understand their relationship would mistake the hard shoves that sent the raven haired boy stumbling as bickering, not the friendly understanding they had.
But the best part though... had to be the day that Luhan had gotten tired of staring at black and white pages. Suggesting fresh air, the couple had gone out into the winter day, meeting the courtyard with puffs of white before their faces.
Being in separate houses, divided by years, it was hard for them to meet up between their class schedules, but they somehow managed it. Jongin was always one for warmer weather, but when he found out Luhan loved the sight and feel of snow, he would trudge outside no matter what the cost.
That day, the cost was a freezing nose because he left his scarf inside his dorm, never having planned to come outside. It should have been easy, summoning his scarf, but he really didn't want to appear to be a wimp in front of his bright eyed, grinning boyfriend.
But the tip of his red nose sent Luhan's brow line furrowing and before Jongin could even react, a warm bundle of cloth was wrapped around his neck and it smelt amazing. The cologne and fresh scent that he had come to associate with the Ravenclaw sunk in and he found himself unable to protest (even if he wanted to look manly).
That scarf became his prized possession. Even if it ended up with Luhan catching a cold and sending him to the infirmary for two days. Jongin wore it from time to time proudly, the sapphire and replacing his gold and burgundy. The colors didn't suit his complexion, but he didn't care, it was Luhan's and that was all that mattered.
He would never admit to it out loud, but some nights... when the rest of his dorm is sound asleep, he'll pull it out from beneath his pillow and breath in that familiar, soothing scent and fall asleep, dreaming of that smile that scrunches up Luhan's face.
genre: fluff, harry potter!au
rating: pg
458w
inspired by teddyescher
It had been a month since their first date at Hogsmeade but it still felt like a warm, fuzzy blur of secret smiles found across the dining hall or hand holding beneath the tables in the library with stacks of books (mostly Luhan's) hiding them away from prying eyes.
Jongin was elated, ecstatic even. The stupid swarm of rampaging, ravenous butterflies that made his belly swoop were the sure sign that everything was going perfectly. He still couldn't believe it. Neither could Sehun, but the cool gazed Slytherin was perfectly fine with Jongin slumping against him as he described the way Luhan's hair would fall just right when he was leaning over scrolls, reading cramped ruins. Only someone who didn't understand their relationship would mistake the hard shoves that sent the raven haired boy stumbling as bickering, not the friendly understanding they had.
But the best part though... had to be the day that Luhan had gotten tired of staring at black and white pages. Suggesting fresh air, the couple had gone out into the winter day, meeting the courtyard with puffs of white before their faces.
Being in separate houses, divided by years, it was hard for them to meet up between their class schedules, but they somehow managed it. Jongin was always one for warmer weather, but when he found out Luhan loved the sight and feel of snow, he would trudge outside no matter what the cost.
That day, the cost was a freezing nose because he left his scarf inside his dorm, never having planned to come outside. It should have been easy, summoning his scarf, but he really didn't want to appear to be a wimp in front of his bright eyed, grinning boyfriend.
But the tip of his red nose sent Luhan's brow line furrowing and before Jongin could even react, a warm bundle of cloth was wrapped around his neck and it smelt amazing. The cologne and fresh scent that he had come to associate with the Ravenclaw sunk in and he found himself unable to protest (even if he wanted to look manly).
That scarf became his prized possession. Even if it ended up with Luhan catching a cold and sending him to the infirmary for two days. Jongin wore it from time to time proudly, the sapphire and replacing his gold and burgundy. The colors didn't suit his complexion, but he didn't care, it was Luhan's and that was all that mattered.
He would never admit to it out loud, but some nights... when the rest of his dorm is sound asleep, he'll pull it out from beneath his pillow and breath in that familiar, soothing scent and fall asleep, dreaming of that smile that scrunches up Luhan's face.