Nip it in the bud (HP! verse)
Title: Nip it in the bud
Rating: PG-13
Characters: SHINee with appearances/mention of DBSK
Pairings: Onkey (main), 2min, Jaexmany
Genre: Humour, fluff
Summary: Key is convinced he has a stalker and decides to take action (set in the Harry Potter universe)
“I,” announced Key, “am irritated.”
“I think,” said Jongyhyun, gesturing to the many scorch marks on the trees, “I got that.”
Key snarled and aimed his wand at yet another tree, watching with some satisfaction as a nice hole formed in the place where bark used to be. Jonghyun ‘eeped’ and backed away.
“I have a stalker,” panted Key, a whole forest later. He whipped out his mirror (normal sadly, not a magic one like Jaejoong-hyung’s) and began readjusting his hair and tie. Jonghyun laughed as he watched the Slytherin primp and making googly eyes at himself.
“You’re still covered in sweat.”
Key whipped around viciously to glare at the Gryffindor boy who was now chewing a piece of grass whilst lazing beneath a tree.
“I do not sweat, I perspire thank you very much. Slytherin’s of my pedigree do not sweat. “
“No, but I bet you would if you and a certain Hufflepuff were stuck in a broom closet together-ARGH! MY HAIR!”
Key snickered as Jonghyun rushed around trying to put out the small green flames that had sprouted on the tips of his hair.
~~~~~~
“I have a stalker,” hissed Key, eyes roaming the room. That guy, that annoying, clumsy, awkward Hufflepuff boy was still staring at him. Key gave him a withering look and he jumped out of his seat in surprise, catching the corner of the desk and sending ink flying. Klutz.
“Uh huh,” said Minho, nodding along to whatever his hyung said.
“He keeps watching me, it’s really creepy. I’d hex him or something but I’d probably end up killing him.”
“Mmm.”
“I mean, it’s like I have a sixth sense you know? I can practically feel him watching me in the Great Hall, in class, when I’m walking in the corridors.”
“Ok.”
“Everywhere I go, he’s there! The other day I went to the Owlery to send Father a letter (I ran out of pink ink, OHMYGOD, he must’ve stolen my extra bottle!) and he happened to be there. Because everyone falls out of the rafters into the nest in front of you.”
“I see.”
Key ranted on, oblivious to Minho’s lack of concern, gesturing his points with elaborate hand gestures (Minho was reminded somewhat of the last Head of Ravenclaw who had a similar habit but believed in the power of God rather than himself) and facial expressions.
“God, I can even feel his creepy gaze on me now, it’s like he’s eye-raping me.”
“Maybe you should let him,” replied Minho.
‘WHAT DID YOU SAY?!”
Professor Sprout turned around and Key immediately shrunk back and pretended to work.
“Did you say something Mr. Kim?”
Key gave his best ‘angel’ smile and widened his eyes.
“No Professor.”
Professor Sprout didn’t look convinced, but Key had managed to scribble down random notes and nonsense onto his parchment along with semi-convincing diagrams of the internal structures of various magical herbs and roots.
“See me after class.”
Key’s face fell and he started scribbling anew, a manic look in his eyes as he muttered to himself. Minho eyed his hyung with a mixture of concern and amusement as Key stabbed the little stick figure he’d drawn repeatedly. Ahh, denial.
~~~~~
“And Sprout said I needed tutoring! Because apparently my marks in Herbology are abysmal and I need some snarky tutor breathing down my back! Do I look like a gardener to you?!”
“Yes,” mumbled Jonghyun, coughing discreetly as Key looked suspiciously at him.
“I think this will be good for you,” said Minho, “Just get these grades and you can drop Herbology next year.”
“I refuse to get tutored by that useless, walking accident! He’s my stalker for God’s sake, you think the teacher’s would actually care! I told Sprout it was an outrage and he was more likely to drug me with some root and then take advantage but she just laughed! Like you wouldn’t drug me if you got the chance!”
“I wouldn’t,”replied Minho as he continued stroking Taemin’s hair, the young Hufflepuff boy fast asleep on his lap.
“I would if it meant keeping you quiet,” said Jonghyun before noticing the wand movement, “Aw bollocks! Protego!”
Key’s spell shot harmlessly off and Minho made a gesture for them to be quiet as Taemin mewled and turned over in his sleep. Key cooed and petted the boy’s face shamelessly as Jonghyun tried to look unaffected and manly in a corner, sneaking glances now and then.
“Hyung, unless he actually does something to you, I think you’ll be fine.”
“But he’s been obsessing about me for the whole year! I understand I’m good looking, talented and smart but even I have my limits!”
“Which are actually non-existent,” muttered Jonghyun, yelping as Key kicked him savagely in the shin.
“I hope you lose your Quidditch game you stunted house-elf!”
“Say that again Veela wannabe!”
“Quietus,” muttered Minho, waving his wand at the two bickering students and settled back to reading his book and patting Taemin. Silence was truly golden.
~~~~~
“So how was your first session hyung?” asked Taemin as they sat in their favourite spot by the lake.
“Awful, absolutely awful. He tried to feel me up!” cried Key.
“How so?” asked Minho.
“Well he pretended he was reaching for his quill which he’d left on the other side of me, but ended up brushing my back with his hand as he did. So I slapped him.”
Everyone looked shocked.
“Erm…Couldn’t you have just leant forward so the poor guy could get his quill?”
Key looked outraged at the lack of sympathy.
“I wasn’t expecting him to reach behind me! I thought he was going to get up and get it! And then he had the nerve after to do the same thing but this time by going in front of me and then pretending to fall face first into my lap!”
“Terrible,” drawled Minho.
“Shameless pig!” cried Jonghyun in mock outrage.
“I know right?! Honestly! Can I not get through one lesson without someone perving on me?”
“Oh, cruel world,” said Minho. Taemin giggled.
“I remember hearing Jaejoong-hyung say something like this before he and Yunho were caught snogging in the library,” said Jonghyun, referring to last years’ incident where the Slytherin and Gryffindor boys were supposedly caught doing inappropriate things with a wand.
“Oh? I thought that was Jaejoong-hyung and Changmin-hyung?” said Minho, raising an eyebrow. The Ravenclaw prefect had also been caught snogging the blond Slytherin in the library last year.
“I thought it was all three and Jaejoong-hyung was in the middle and Changmin was holding the wand,” said Taemin nonchalantly. Key looked scandalized.
“Yeah, maybe? Or was that the second time under the Quidditch stands? No wonder Jaejoong-hyung’s so flexible…” Jonghyun scratched his head thoughtfully.
“Enough! We’re talking about me and my stalker here!” said Key. He didn’t want to know about the 7th year love triangles and sexcapades (ok, well, maybe just a little. Though he’d heard Jaejoong had been caught in the Astronomy Tower with Park Yoochun from Gryffindor).
“Just put up with him for now unless he tied you to a table or something,” said Jonghyun, popping a chocolate frog into his mouth.
“I think you should accept it,” said Minho calmly.
“I think you should let him,” said Taemin, and Key was shocked into silence once more.
~~~~~
One week and seven tutoring sessions later, Key was at his wits end so he went to the source of all stalker knowledge, Kim Jaejoong. The older Slytherin was currently lounging in an armchair in the library, tie hanging loose and his top two buttons undone. The sun’s rays kissed his fair skin and platinum hair and all around him, a million love-struck girls swooned.
“Hyung? Um, hyung?” Key approached him slowly. Jaejoong opened one eye and yawned, stretching out like a cat.
“Hey Key. What’s wrong?”
Key scuttled over and pulled a chair over. He noticed Jaejoong had been doodling and drawing graffiti on the inside of the book, whatever he was reading.
“I have a stalker,” he whispered. Jaejoong’s eyes lit up and he grinned knowingly.
“And what do you want to do about it?”
Key moaned in frustration.
“I don’t know! He’s been doing it for about a year now and he’s so irritating and clumsy and argh!”
“Do you really hate him that much?” asked Jaejoong, tongue reaching out to touch the corner of his mouth.
“Yes, no, I don’t know! No, fine, not pure hate but he just gets on my nerves when he trips over things that aren’t even there, or smiles when I tell him he’s a lost case, or when he chokes on pumpkin juice during meals!”
“So…Has he sent you any mail? Or gifts? Or toys?” Jaejoong’s dark eyes glittered. Ok, Key did not want to know whether Yoochun, Changmin or Yunho had sent him toys. He suspected Changmin though, the geeky ones were always the horny ones.
“NO! He’s done absolutely nothing but make googly eyes and follow me!”
“So would you feel better if he did?”
“YES! What kind of useless stalker is he anyway?!”
Jaejoong said nothing and whipped out his mirror which showed a perfect reflection of him, but the image soon changed to show him with fluffy black hair. Jaejoong smiled and the Jaejoong in the mirror smiled back and Key soon found himself staring at Jaejoong with now fluffy black hair, blond hair gone. The mirror disappeared and Key stared longingly at the space where it once was. Jaejoong looked perfect as always and he flicked a long strand of hair out of his eyes. The library sighed as one and Madame Pince adjusted her glasses nervously.
“Sounds like he’s very passive,” said Jaejoong.
“More like in permanent hibernation,” grumbled Key, crossing his arms huffily.
“I think you need to take the lead.”
“You’re right.”
“You need to nip it in the bud.”
“Right.”
“Put an end to it all.”
“Right!”
“Be the man in the situation!”
“RIGHT!”
Key was out of his seat and halfway out the door as he thanked the other Slytherin who waved happily before he was picked out of his seat and slammed against a bookshelf.
“I thought you were going to study?” said a hot breath near his ear.
“I was but I did my good deed of the day. Guess you’ll have to discipline me Mr. Prefect,” replied Jaejoong coyly, looking up through his lashes. Shim Changmin growled and pulled him into the Forbidden Section.
“Oh you have my word hyung, you will never forget this punishment.”
~~~~~~
Key glared at the Hufflepuff boy as he rambled on about the different properties of the Papyrinthius root. He noticed the death glares and shrunk back from the scary Slytherin boy with the dark eyes and aquiline nose, hurriedly bringing another thick textbook (Oh for the love of Me, thought Key) and opening it to a page filled with diagrams. When he tripped for the third time, knocking over the bottle of ink onto Key’s shirt, the Slytherin boy snapped. He snarled angrily at the other who immediately began apologizing profusely and leaned over to wipe Key’s shirt. Which of course, only made it worse. A strand of hair fell between his eyes and Key resisted the urge to brush it swiftly away.
“I’m sorry, please don’t kill me, I’m really really sorry, what do I do, oh no, ah,”
“Shut up!”
Key stood up, grabbing the other (taller) boy by his shoulders and slammed him down on the table.
“Look, I know you like me ok? Don’t even try to deny it, I bet you’re enjoying this right now.”
The other boy blinked rapidly in fear, trying to wiggle his way out but Key was having none of it. He was going to nip this in the bud right here, right now.
“You’re useless. You fail at life, you fail at stalking me, you don’t send me gifts or anything, you don’t even try to make a move on me! The only thing you’re good at is Herbology and you can’t even tutor me right! I see your mouth moving but no sound comes out! And then you undo your top button-WHY DO YOU UNDO THAT? I need to CONCENTRATE.”
“Um?”
Key continued on, ignoring the other boy’s protests, pinning his wrist down on the desk, ink dripping from his shirt onto the other boy’s.
“So, we are going to sort this out right now so I can get on with this tutoring and get good grades and become the prettiest, most talented wizard the world has ever seen. Got it?”
The other boy nodded furiously and Key glared at him to stop. He did, looking like a lost puppy.
“Good, now kiss me.”
“Eh?!”
Key was getting extremely irritated and impatient.
“Kiss me you idiot and let’s get on with it!”
Onew blinked again, not quite understanding the Slytherin boy. Key had gone mad, oh God, was it his fault? Key sighed.
“Fine, since Jaejoong-hyung said I should be the man I’ll sort this out for you.”
And with that he was kissing Onew who grew stiff as a board on the table until Key started doing that with his tongue and his hips, oh God, those hips. Finally when they broke for air, Onew pinched himself to make sure this wasn’t a dream (“Ouch!” “You idiot”) Key gave him a cool look.
“I expect flowers and candy tomorrow.”
“Um,”
And they went back to kissing.
Outside the classroom, four pairs of ears listened intently against the door. At a loud groan Minho pulled Taemin away and steered him back towards the hall. Jonghyun and Jaejoong giggled like little girls as they heard Key order Onew to “bear it like a man” and then a content purr.
“Think we should put a silencing charm on this room hyung?”
“Nah, it’s more exciting when you’re worried about getting caught. Actually, getting caught is quite fun too, especially when they think you’re corrupting the innocent.”
“You. Yoochun-hyung. Astronomy Tower?”
“No. Kim Junsu, Snape’s office.”
A/N: First SHINee fic posted!
Rating: PG-13
Characters: SHINee with appearances/mention of DBSK
Pairings: Onkey (main), 2min, Jaexmany
Genre: Humour, fluff
Summary: Key is convinced he has a stalker and decides to take action (set in the Harry Potter universe)
“I,” announced Key, “am irritated.”
“I think,” said Jongyhyun, gesturing to the many scorch marks on the trees, “I got that.”
Key snarled and aimed his wand at yet another tree, watching with some satisfaction as a nice hole formed in the place where bark used to be. Jonghyun ‘eeped’ and backed away.
“I have a stalker,” panted Key, a whole forest later. He whipped out his mirror (normal sadly, not a magic one like Jaejoong-hyung’s) and began readjusting his hair and tie. Jonghyun laughed as he watched the Slytherin primp and making googly eyes at himself.
“You’re still covered in sweat.”
Key whipped around viciously to glare at the Gryffindor boy who was now chewing a piece of grass whilst lazing beneath a tree.
“I do not sweat, I perspire thank you very much. Slytherin’s of my pedigree do not sweat. “
“No, but I bet you would if you and a certain Hufflepuff were stuck in a broom closet together-ARGH! MY HAIR!”
Key snickered as Jonghyun rushed around trying to put out the small green flames that had sprouted on the tips of his hair.
~~~~~~
“I have a stalker,” hissed Key, eyes roaming the room. That guy, that annoying, clumsy, awkward Hufflepuff boy was still staring at him. Key gave him a withering look and he jumped out of his seat in surprise, catching the corner of the desk and sending ink flying. Klutz.
“Uh huh,” said Minho, nodding along to whatever his hyung said.
“He keeps watching me, it’s really creepy. I’d hex him or something but I’d probably end up killing him.”
“Mmm.”
“I mean, it’s like I have a sixth sense you know? I can practically feel him watching me in the Great Hall, in class, when I’m walking in the corridors.”
“Ok.”
“Everywhere I go, he’s there! The other day I went to the Owlery to send Father a letter (I ran out of pink ink, OHMYGOD, he must’ve stolen my extra bottle!) and he happened to be there. Because everyone falls out of the rafters into the nest in front of you.”
“I see.”
Key ranted on, oblivious to Minho’s lack of concern, gesturing his points with elaborate hand gestures (Minho was reminded somewhat of the last Head of Ravenclaw who had a similar habit but believed in the power of God rather than himself) and facial expressions.
“God, I can even feel his creepy gaze on me now, it’s like he’s eye-raping me.”
“Maybe you should let him,” replied Minho.
‘WHAT DID YOU SAY?!”
Professor Sprout turned around and Key immediately shrunk back and pretended to work.
“Did you say something Mr. Kim?”
Key gave his best ‘angel’ smile and widened his eyes.
“No Professor.”
Professor Sprout didn’t look convinced, but Key had managed to scribble down random notes and nonsense onto his parchment along with semi-convincing diagrams of the internal structures of various magical herbs and roots.
“See me after class.”
Key’s face fell and he started scribbling anew, a manic look in his eyes as he muttered to himself. Minho eyed his hyung with a mixture of concern and amusement as Key stabbed the little stick figure he’d drawn repeatedly. Ahh, denial.
~~~~~
“And Sprout said I needed tutoring! Because apparently my marks in Herbology are abysmal and I need some snarky tutor breathing down my back! Do I look like a gardener to you?!”
“Yes,” mumbled Jonghyun, coughing discreetly as Key looked suspiciously at him.
“I think this will be good for you,” said Minho, “Just get these grades and you can drop Herbology next year.”
“I refuse to get tutored by that useless, walking accident! He’s my stalker for God’s sake, you think the teacher’s would actually care! I told Sprout it was an outrage and he was more likely to drug me with some root and then take advantage but she just laughed! Like you wouldn’t drug me if you got the chance!”
“I wouldn’t,”replied Minho as he continued stroking Taemin’s hair, the young Hufflepuff boy fast asleep on his lap.
“I would if it meant keeping you quiet,” said Jonghyun before noticing the wand movement, “Aw bollocks! Protego!”
Key’s spell shot harmlessly off and Minho made a gesture for them to be quiet as Taemin mewled and turned over in his sleep. Key cooed and petted the boy’s face shamelessly as Jonghyun tried to look unaffected and manly in a corner, sneaking glances now and then.
“Hyung, unless he actually does something to you, I think you’ll be fine.”
“But he’s been obsessing about me for the whole year! I understand I’m good looking, talented and smart but even I have my limits!”
“Which are actually non-existent,” muttered Jonghyun, yelping as Key kicked him savagely in the shin.
“I hope you lose your Quidditch game you stunted house-elf!”
“Say that again Veela wannabe!”
“Quietus,” muttered Minho, waving his wand at the two bickering students and settled back to reading his book and patting Taemin. Silence was truly golden.
~~~~~
“So how was your first session hyung?” asked Taemin as they sat in their favourite spot by the lake.
“Awful, absolutely awful. He tried to feel me up!” cried Key.
“How so?” asked Minho.
“Well he pretended he was reaching for his quill which he’d left on the other side of me, but ended up brushing my back with his hand as he did. So I slapped him.”
Everyone looked shocked.
“Erm…Couldn’t you have just leant forward so the poor guy could get his quill?”
Key looked outraged at the lack of sympathy.
“I wasn’t expecting him to reach behind me! I thought he was going to get up and get it! And then he had the nerve after to do the same thing but this time by going in front of me and then pretending to fall face first into my lap!”
“Terrible,” drawled Minho.
“Shameless pig!” cried Jonghyun in mock outrage.
“I know right?! Honestly! Can I not get through one lesson without someone perving on me?”
“Oh, cruel world,” said Minho. Taemin giggled.
“I remember hearing Jaejoong-hyung say something like this before he and Yunho were caught snogging in the library,” said Jonghyun, referring to last years’ incident where the Slytherin and Gryffindor boys were supposedly caught doing inappropriate things with a wand.
“Oh? I thought that was Jaejoong-hyung and Changmin-hyung?” said Minho, raising an eyebrow. The Ravenclaw prefect had also been caught snogging the blond Slytherin in the library last year.
“I thought it was all three and Jaejoong-hyung was in the middle and Changmin was holding the wand,” said Taemin nonchalantly. Key looked scandalized.
“Yeah, maybe? Or was that the second time under the Quidditch stands? No wonder Jaejoong-hyung’s so flexible…” Jonghyun scratched his head thoughtfully.
“Enough! We’re talking about me and my stalker here!” said Key. He didn’t want to know about the 7th year love triangles and sexcapades (ok, well, maybe just a little. Though he’d heard Jaejoong had been caught in the Astronomy Tower with Park Yoochun from Gryffindor).
“Just put up with him for now unless he tied you to a table or something,” said Jonghyun, popping a chocolate frog into his mouth.
“I think you should accept it,” said Minho calmly.
“I think you should let him,” said Taemin, and Key was shocked into silence once more.
~~~~~
One week and seven tutoring sessions later, Key was at his wits end so he went to the source of all stalker knowledge, Kim Jaejoong. The older Slytherin was currently lounging in an armchair in the library, tie hanging loose and his top two buttons undone. The sun’s rays kissed his fair skin and platinum hair and all around him, a million love-struck girls swooned.
“Hyung? Um, hyung?” Key approached him slowly. Jaejoong opened one eye and yawned, stretching out like a cat.
“Hey Key. What’s wrong?”
Key scuttled over and pulled a chair over. He noticed Jaejoong had been doodling and drawing graffiti on the inside of the book, whatever he was reading.
“I have a stalker,” he whispered. Jaejoong’s eyes lit up and he grinned knowingly.
“And what do you want to do about it?”
Key moaned in frustration.
“I don’t know! He’s been doing it for about a year now and he’s so irritating and clumsy and argh!”
“Do you really hate him that much?” asked Jaejoong, tongue reaching out to touch the corner of his mouth.
“Yes, no, I don’t know! No, fine, not pure hate but he just gets on my nerves when he trips over things that aren’t even there, or smiles when I tell him he’s a lost case, or when he chokes on pumpkin juice during meals!”
“So…Has he sent you any mail? Or gifts? Or toys?” Jaejoong’s dark eyes glittered. Ok, Key did not want to know whether Yoochun, Changmin or Yunho had sent him toys. He suspected Changmin though, the geeky ones were always the horny ones.
“NO! He’s done absolutely nothing but make googly eyes and follow me!”
“So would you feel better if he did?”
“YES! What kind of useless stalker is he anyway?!”
Jaejoong said nothing and whipped out his mirror which showed a perfect reflection of him, but the image soon changed to show him with fluffy black hair. Jaejoong smiled and the Jaejoong in the mirror smiled back and Key soon found himself staring at Jaejoong with now fluffy black hair, blond hair gone. The mirror disappeared and Key stared longingly at the space where it once was. Jaejoong looked perfect as always and he flicked a long strand of hair out of his eyes. The library sighed as one and Madame Pince adjusted her glasses nervously.
“Sounds like he’s very passive,” said Jaejoong.
“More like in permanent hibernation,” grumbled Key, crossing his arms huffily.
“I think you need to take the lead.”
“You’re right.”
“You need to nip it in the bud.”
“Right.”
“Put an end to it all.”
“Right!”
“Be the man in the situation!”
“RIGHT!”
Key was out of his seat and halfway out the door as he thanked the other Slytherin who waved happily before he was picked out of his seat and slammed against a bookshelf.
“I thought you were going to study?” said a hot breath near his ear.
“I was but I did my good deed of the day. Guess you’ll have to discipline me Mr. Prefect,” replied Jaejoong coyly, looking up through his lashes. Shim Changmin growled and pulled him into the Forbidden Section.
“Oh you have my word hyung, you will never forget this punishment.”
~~~~~~
Key glared at the Hufflepuff boy as he rambled on about the different properties of the Papyrinthius root. He noticed the death glares and shrunk back from the scary Slytherin boy with the dark eyes and aquiline nose, hurriedly bringing another thick textbook (Oh for the love of Me, thought Key) and opening it to a page filled with diagrams. When he tripped for the third time, knocking over the bottle of ink onto Key’s shirt, the Slytherin boy snapped. He snarled angrily at the other who immediately began apologizing profusely and leaned over to wipe Key’s shirt. Which of course, only made it worse. A strand of hair fell between his eyes and Key resisted the urge to brush it swiftly away.
“I’m sorry, please don’t kill me, I’m really really sorry, what do I do, oh no, ah,”
“Shut up!”
Key stood up, grabbing the other (taller) boy by his shoulders and slammed him down on the table.
“Look, I know you like me ok? Don’t even try to deny it, I bet you’re enjoying this right now.”
The other boy blinked rapidly in fear, trying to wiggle his way out but Key was having none of it. He was going to nip this in the bud right here, right now.
“You’re useless. You fail at life, you fail at stalking me, you don’t send me gifts or anything, you don’t even try to make a move on me! The only thing you’re good at is Herbology and you can’t even tutor me right! I see your mouth moving but no sound comes out! And then you undo your top button-WHY DO YOU UNDO THAT? I need to CONCENTRATE.”
“Um?”
Key continued on, ignoring the other boy’s protests, pinning his wrist down on the desk, ink dripping from his shirt onto the other boy’s.
“So, we are going to sort this out right now so I can get on with this tutoring and get good grades and become the prettiest, most talented wizard the world has ever seen. Got it?”
The other boy nodded furiously and Key glared at him to stop. He did, looking like a lost puppy.
“Good, now kiss me.”
“Eh?!”
Key was getting extremely irritated and impatient.
“Kiss me you idiot and let’s get on with it!”
Onew blinked again, not quite understanding the Slytherin boy. Key had gone mad, oh God, was it his fault? Key sighed.
“Fine, since Jaejoong-hyung said I should be the man I’ll sort this out for you.”
And with that he was kissing Onew who grew stiff as a board on the table until Key started doing that with his tongue and his hips, oh God, those hips. Finally when they broke for air, Onew pinched himself to make sure this wasn’t a dream (“Ouch!” “You idiot”) Key gave him a cool look.
“I expect flowers and candy tomorrow.”
“Um,”
And they went back to kissing.
Outside the classroom, four pairs of ears listened intently against the door. At a loud groan Minho pulled Taemin away and steered him back towards the hall. Jonghyun and Jaejoong giggled like little girls as they heard Key order Onew to “bear it like a man” and then a content purr.
“Think we should put a silencing charm on this room hyung?”
“Nah, it’s more exciting when you’re worried about getting caught. Actually, getting caught is quite fun too, especially when they think you’re corrupting the innocent.”
“You. Yoochun-hyung. Astronomy Tower?”
“No. Kim Junsu, Snape’s office.”
A/N: First SHINee fic posted!