Seho Collection; Cautious Steps
a.k.a something for vaniz before I enter college
Love Drops|PG-13|
Sehun/Suho | side KaiSoo
Romance | Fluff
Potions' a bore, Sehun crushes.
Bubbles started foaming around the edges of the cauldron as the concoction was stirred slowly. The chopping of daisy roots mixed with the juicing of leeches could be heard throughout the whole room. No one was chatting. Well, no one in their right mind would when your potions professor is a notorious bat.
"Mr Oh, should I remind you that the rat spleens are supposed to be added after the shrivelfigs and not before?"
Just as the old bat said this, the mixture turned pale blue than the yellow it was supposed to. Soon, a foul, undistinguishable smell filled the room, rendering the occupants' olfactory useless. With a flick of his wand and a mutter of "evanesco", the old bat vanished the foul concoction, saving everyone's noses.
"Please see me after class, Mr Oh," the professor seethed, cloak billowing as he left.
Class passed by a blur after that, with Sehun having to redo his potion. Luckily, his second attempt was a success, albeit the concoction being a darker shade of green. The obvious Slytherin-biased teacher took a drop of potion from an unsuspecting Gryffindor's cauldron, turning said student's toad into a tadpole. Sehun sighed in relief that his potion wasn't picked, and so did the Gryffindor after having success with his potion. As much as Sehun was incompetent with his potion for today, it was obvious the professor favoured students based on houses, making Sehun lucky he was in said teacher's house.
Just as everyone filed out, Sehun made his way towards the front of the classroom, where his stingy professor sat. He obviously wasn't excited about this the least bit.
"Mr Oh, it has come to my knowledge that your skill in potions mastery has been getting worse than that of Longbottom's," the professor started. "You have become incompetent, reckless and blunder. I will not tolerate such behaviour in my house."
It was as if mockery was the professor's second language, with each syllable pronounced slowly. It wasn't his fault that he had such bad luck today, Sehun wanted to reason but bit back his tongue. His cheek won't get him anywhere.
"You will be tutored by Kim Junmyeon starting tomorrow after dinner. Even on the weekends. Do I make myself clear?"
Sehun wanted to groan, to yell, to protest but he didn't have it in him to defy his head of house. He muttered a barely audible 'yes, sir' before being dismissed.
---
"So Sehun, wanna prank some first years tonight?" Jongin invited him during dinner the following day.
Sehun would have accepted, nothing's much more fun than pranking snotty brats, but the head of the potions master at the head table reminded him of his ordeal.
"Can't. I have lessons with Kim Junmyeon after dinner," he muttered.
Sehun cursed his luck. He cursed the subject, he cursed his head of house, he cursed Kim Junmyeon. The extra tutoring was just getting in his way, interrupting his free time with his friends. Making first years and seniors do a Muggle dance ("It's called the Thriller, but don't tell anyone I've been listening to Muggle music," said Jongin) was more fun than learning a subject you probably wouldn't use in the future ("I can just buy potions!" he reasoned).
"You mean, Suho? The only muggleborn prefect in Hogwarts? I wish you all the luck," said his friend.
Sehun didn't understand this until he met Junmyeon for the first time.
--
"I'm Kim Junmyeon, you must be Oh Sehun."
The next day found Oh Sehun seated in front of Kim Junmyeon, the Ravenclaw. Junmyeon was making an effort in trying to get to know Sehun. Keyword being trying. Sehun wouldn't budge pass the pleasantries and kept a cool façade. He was after all a Slytherin.
The Ravenclaw prefect was unfazed by his cold demeanour and began tutoring him. Junmyeon began with lessons from first year, thinking it was worth the revision. Sehun scoffed.
"Is something the matter?" Junmyeon asked, looking akin to a kicked puppy.
Sehun's thoughts stop abruptly. Junmyeon looked offended and it struck something in Oh Sehun. He felt guilty and he didn't know why. Wasn't it normal for a Slytherin to be indifferent towards other houses? Then why was he feeling guilty, it wasn't in his nature.
"Nothing, let's continue, please," he added the last bit, to emphasise politeness.
Now when did a Slytherin cared about being well-mannered and courteous in front of someone outside the snake pit?
--
Their tutoring sessions continued for weeks, robbing Sehun of his precious Friday nights and weekends. Weirdly, he didn't mind. He was content, and the reason is still yet unknown, even to him. Maybe the studying technics Junmyeon used were interesting, or maybe he's getting a better grasp and wider view of the subject after years. Or maybe because his Potion grades has been improving ("I'm impressed, Mr Oh"). Or maybe because Junmyeon was nice, he often sneaked Sehun some chocolate when the grouchy librarian wasn't looking ("You're getting sleepy, chew on something"). Nevertheless, he enjoyed the the Ravenclaw's company, and he wouldn't change that.
"Mate, you're crushing," his dorm mate, Jongin once stated. He denied this accusation without the usual venom he held.
"Bollocks, you fancy him. Trust me, I'm your best mate, I know you."
He and Junmyeon didn't feel anything for each other, they were just tutor and student. They knew one another and they acknowledge the other, can they be even considered friends with this arrangement. In the corner of his mind though, Sehun secretly wanted more than that, he wanted to know Junmyeon outside the library. Outside the walls of houses and blood status. But of course, his pride made him mute.
"Maybe you should ask him to Hogsmeade this week, y'know, a double date with me and Kyungsoo," his best mate said.
And now, albeit with a bit of denial, he's contemplating it. Oh Sehun, the Slytherin, is contemplating on asking Kim Junmyeon, Ravenclaw prefect, to a double date in Hogsmeade. That's when he thought the Amortentia would come in handy.
"...and that's why the Valerian root is a natural sedative. Any questions?" Junmyeon asked.
Sehun took a deep breath. This was his chance. Blood status and houses be damned.
"Well, there is one thing I would like to ask," he muttered, rummaging through his satchel.
Various items were scattered on the desk until Sehun found what he was searching for. A small vial containing pink liquid was in his palm. He shook it and watched as Junmyeon's eyes widened.
"W-where did you get that?" he asked.
"Does it really matter?" Sehun said, tossing the vial between his hands. "Will you go to Hogsmeade with me?"
"P-pardon?"
"Will you go to Hogsmeade with me?" he asked again.
"I don't think we should, your status wouldn't permit it."
"Houses and blood status be damned."
Junmyeon was startled with the younger's outburst. Blood status was taken highly by the purebloods when it came to social contact and relationships, especially concerning marriage. Muggleborns are considered the lowest of the low in their social standing, and that is what Junmyeon is. A mudblood. He shouldn't even be contemplating Sehun's offer.
"I knew this would happen," Sehun sighed.
Sehun uncorked the vial, releasing spirals of steam. An unexplainable scent invaded Junmyeon, the first one distinguishable from the other. Honey. Parchment. And was that strawberry?
"Amortentia, the strongest love potion in the world," the Ravenclaw murmured. Sehun nodded.
"You know what I smell? Bananas, jasmine and chocolate, and you know what? There's only one person in all of Hogwarts who always carry a chocolate bar in his bag and even goes to the lengths to wear the chocolate-scented perfume from Honeydukes and no, I'm not talking about our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor," explained Sehun, eyes boring into his tutor's onyx orbs.
"What I'm trying to tell you is that, there's only one person who I'm willing to go to Hogsmeade me with, and it's you," he said, face serious. "I don't care what my housemates think, Jongin is with Kyungsoo and they're doing fine despite the differences. I'm willing to protect you. So, will you go to Hogsmeade with me, please?"
And there he goes again, throwing pleasantries out of the blue, defying his nature. Junmyeon's breath hitched. The Slytherin was serious, as if it wasn't when he brought out the Amortentia. As if he wasn't when he started using "please" and "thank you"s. No high-ranking pureblood would stoop that low as if to ask for permission from a muggleborn. Then again, Sehun was never a pureblood propaganda maniac, being friends with someone who's dating a half-blood and all.
"You know what I smell?" the brunette asked, and this caught Sehun off guard. "I smell honey, cinnamon, parchment and..." He took another whiff, "strawberry shampoo."
Sehun was puzzled and that must have show on his face for Junmyeon laughed. The most sincere laugh he has ever heard from someone. It beat the high class parties and the obnoxious laughter of the attendees.
"It's a yes, then?"
"Definitely a yes."
He didn't say it, words weren't needed, but Sehun never changed his shampoo, ever. And Junmyeon was grateful he woke up with strawberry lingering in the pillows every morning.
All The Small Things|PG-13|
fem Sehun/Suho
Romance | Fluff
Sehun loves bubble tea, Junmyeon prefers a macchiato.
The first time Sehun met Junmyeon was in Math class. They knew each other, just never talked. The other not caring about meeting new people, the other too shy to even look at the opposite sex in the eyes. But Fate must had a reason for them to meet in a boring setting.
Mr Zhang was droning on about arithmetics and a guy named Gauss. Sehun could care less, she only attended to pass a grade. It's a wonder she isn't dozing off right now. Must have been the after effects of taking bubble tea in the morning.
Furiously doodling on her once pristine desk, Sehun didn't realise the piece of rubber rolling its way between her shoes. Nor did she realise the boy next to her desk looking her way with nervousness in his two dark pools. The boy threw a small ball of paper at her, gaining her attention. Sehun glanced at him with disinterest. The boy pointed towards something underneath her table. She took a glance downwards and saw the object he was pointing at. Without a moment of hesitance, she grabbed the rubber and handed it to the boy. Not before a brush of their fingers occurred.
Sehun felt a tingling sensation from the contact and retreated her hand quickly, eyes immediately went straight back to the blackboard. The boy must have felt the same sensation too, for he was cradling his hand to his chest. And judging by the light blush dusting his cheeks, it was no doubt.
By the end of class, Sehun learned his name was Kim Junmyeon.
The second time they met was in front of the local train station. Bodies pressed tightly in the cramped space, Sehun could smell the sweat and body odour from various individuals in her vicinity. She gasped for air when the man next to her held his arm up, giving her a full blast of armpit odour. The sound of a woman's voice in the intercom alerted the arrival to a station.
As soon as the doors opened, Sehun rushed her way through sweaty bodies and onto the platform. Making it in time before the doors closed. She sighed in relief.
She checked her wristwatch, and ran to the bus stop in front of the train station, only to be met with the smoke left by the moving bus. Sehun just stood there, not knowing what to do. That was the last bus for today. She had to walk with her dainty feet if she wanted to go back home. And that took half an hour itself.
"Ehem."
A presence made itself known from behind. It made her jump but she regained her composure and gave the newcomer her attention. Standing behind her was a certain Kim Junmyeon, still in his school uniform. Sehun noticed the licking of lips and the unruly hair, probably messed with fidgety hands from earlier. There were signs of anxiety.
When she realised it was him, her eyes immediately reverted to the ground. A sudden response that was unknown to her and dare she say never had she experienced. Twelve. Those were the number of holes that kept her laces in place.
"Do you need a ride home?" he asked.
Sehun hesitated at first, unsure if she should take up on an offer from someone she never talked to, or yet knew very well. Scenarios flashed through her head at the speed of light. Some of them weren't pleasant, remembering advice from her mother to never trust strangers. But Junmyeon wasn't a stranger in her life, not in this context. He was nice, from what she heard.
"You have to tell my mother your address though, I'm sure she knows these streets well."
After that being said, Sehun nodded. Junmyeon smiled and led her to the car. She was, to be honest, expecting a luxurious ride after mentions of his opulence from various classmates, but what greeted her was modest and convenient. Being the gentleman he was raised to be, Junmyeon opened the door for her with a gentle smile. Sehun fought the blush but in vain, making a permanent resident on her cheeks throughout the whole ride.
When she reached home, Sehun learned that Kim Junmyeon came from a family of educators and he is the youngest son.
The humid weather didn't agree with Oh Sehun when Friday rolled around. She felt sticky, the sheen of sweat restricting her movement. She fanned herself as Luhan dragged her down their usual Friday after school route. The chimes of tiny bells rang as they stepped into the cool shop, away from the heat. Fridays were a must for a bubble tea date.
Sipping on her chocolate tea, Luhan scanned the shop with boredom until she landed on a particularly amusing scene. Tables away, a certain Kim Junmyeon had his eyes locked on the side profile of her best friend, they never left once even when his mates started elbowing him, encouraging him to step up. Said best friend was oblivious to the warm glance that was sent her way.
"Junmyeon, you better catch her before she falls for me," that dork, Chanyeol, said, elbowing the love-struck teen.
"Yah! Hurry up, she's not gonna wait for you!" barked Baekhyun, impatiently.
The problem was not because he didn't like her, in fact, he liked her. A lot. He has been noticing her since their fingers touched in Math class. Or was it before that, when he saw her helping poor Zitao with his language problem. Junmyeon didn't know when but he was infatuated. To say he didn't try to confess to Oh Sehun was an understatement. He had tried a thousand times, but when he was determined to do it, he got cold feet. Who wouldn't, in front of a Goddess?
With all the confidence he could muster, Junmyeon stood up. His friends snickered behind their hands, awaiting what could be their friend's demise or victory. An elbow to his back gave him a head start, and soon he was in front of her.
Sehun stared at him, dumbfounded. Was that a dash of pink on her cheeks?
"Hi, Sehun, Luhan," he nodded to each of them respectively. "Am I interrupting anything?"
"Yeah, our breathing space," Luhan replied cheekily but quickly backtracked at the solemn look on Junmyeon's face. "Just kidding, continue."
He faced Sehun again, giving her his full attention. Sehun swore he was too close than the length appropriate for girl boy interactions. She felt trapped, her sweaty palm gripping tightly to her bubble tea. If shoujo manga sound effects existed, Junmyeon could've heard the loud beating of her heart as it went doki doki.
"There's a really nice movie coming out soon, ever heard of Pirates of the Carribean? Yeah, it's coming out next week and I- I was wondering if you would want to see it with me? If, you're not busy that is... Or maybe you wanted to see a different movie- anything is fine by me actually," he stopped when Sehun touched his arm.
Reality hit him as he realised he was rambling nonsense. Sehun gave him a small smile, making his heart thump in his chest. "Yes, I'll go with you.I would love too."
Oh Sehun realised that Kim Junmyeon was just like her. He was an ordinary boy who enjoyed the company of friends and he was also shy when it came to small crushes and chats about your crush over ice cream.
The following week, Oh Sehun learned the name of the boy is Kim Junmyeon. He came from a family of educators and he is the youngest son. His favourite subject is not Mathematics but rather Literature. He's a rather responsible person with his position being the President of the student body. Bubble tea is pleasant but he'd rather have a macchiato from Starbucks. And he has a girlfriend named Oh Sehun, the girl that picked up his rubber in Maths class once upon a time.
a/n: yes, I know that rubber is an American slang for condom but where I'm from, it's a widely used slang for eraser. I'm just using what I'm used to in this.
Ghostly Affections|PG-13|
Sehun/Suho
Supernatural
Being 20 and dead is boring as hell, except he never went to hell.
The screech of tyres woke him up after dawn. A moving lorry and a black Honda were parked at the side of the house. His house. Curiosity piqued, he decided to peek at the commotion going on downstairs.
Two burly men were carrying a grand piano when he entered, placing said instrument in the corner of the living room. Soon, more furniture were being brought in and arranged. The design had a modern edge to it, consisting of black and silver, but with slight earthly tones for a homey feeling.
A male with a milky white complexion, complimented with auburn hair walked in, observing the living room. Call it teenage hormones, but Sehun calls it love at first sight. He was awed by the male's beauty, especially by his obsidian eyes which hold tales of the living.
The last time a living being visited was when he was 15 and that was the neighbour's cat, Luhan. The brown fur ball brought him mice every two days as a peace offering but Sehun didn't like mice, he buried them in the backyard as to not upset Luhan. He never had a living human in his house before.
"I already feel home," the human sighed in relief.
A smile creeped up the blonde's face. The human would be staying.
--
Kim Junmyeon was a simple man. He preferred his eggs scrambled than sunny side-up. He favoured the polka-dotted bowtie rather than the checkered bowtie, because it matched with almost every dress shirt. The colour of his sneakers were starting to fade out from wear and constant washing. His bangs needed a trim, they were falling into his eyes. All in all, his life was pretty normal.
Bumps in the night never made Junmyeon jump in the slightest. But tonight, the thuds that woke him up were annoyingly repetitive. He got up from bed, squinting his eyes in the dark, to find the source of the thuds. It lead him to kitchen as he fumbled against the walls for a light switch.
The noise vanished quickly as it had came when light invaded the darkness. Junmyeon checked the cabinets and under the sink, hoping to at least find a pest as the source.
A chill ran down his spine and Junmyeon quickly turned around, only to find the space empty. A clink broke the silence. It was as if someone knew that he was craving a midnight snack, as soon as Junmyeon saw the plate with a sandwich, his stomach began growling. That, was weird.
--
"So, you're telling me that a poltergeist is occupying your house and it made you a pb&j sandwich?"
"Yes! And no, this is not funny! It's real! Aren't you fascinated in the slightest?" he chided his friend.
"I admit, I am. But let's get to work shall we," Yifan said, unboxing a wooden board.
Junmyeon had called his childhood friend, Yifan, immediately after the incident with the noise and the surprise snack attack. Yifan is an engineer, who works a mundane job in the office from nine to five. And like other normal people, he has interests to fill the void in his life. Today, one of his hobbies is going to be carried out. The one involving the paranormal.
"Okay, it's all set."
In the middle of the dining table, a large sheet of paper with printed Chinese characters was set, and in the middle of it, laid a small sauce tray serving as a pointer. Incense sticks were light up as a form of respect to wandering spirits, said Yifan. They also act as an indicator that the both of them were ready for consultation.
"Yifan, do you think the spirit even knows Chinese?" asked Junmyeon, skeptic.
"At least it's better than those Oujia boards they try to sell at Toys R Us," replied Yifan. "Okay, first things first, take a seat."
The room was basked in an eery glow as Yifan flicked the lights out, the incense sticks as the only source of illumination. They sat facing each other, the Chinese oujia board between them. "Put your pointer finger on the tray."
Junmyeon did as told before his friend joined him.
"Okay, let's start."
"If anyone is here, please tell us by moving the tray, please. We mean no harm."
Nothing happened. The silence was heavy. Junmyeon forgot to breathe for a second, his heart beating furiously with anticipation, wondering what would happen. His palms were sweaty, but then it came. He could feel his fringe being swept back as a sudden gust of wind came. Except, none of the windows were open. The sauce tray began moving in zig-zags, fast, but they kept their fingers in place. The spirits have come.
"Yifan! What is happening?!"
"Is anyone here?" the elder asked, voice booming.
It continued moving haphazardly like a drunken fly before stopping on '是'. A yes.
"How many of you are here?"
The tray moved again, albeit this time smoothly towards "一". So it was alone.
"Do you have a name?" Junmyeon surprised himself by asking.
It started moving in circles, around and around, and stopped on top of one of the characters, "世". But it didn't end there, the tray continued spinning in circles before halting. The character "勛" laid beneath it. After a few seconds of inactivity, they both concluded the answer.
"Shi Xun."
"Shi Xun, did you die here?" he asked again.
Moving slowly, their fingers found themselves on "是" yet again. Maybe it was the adrenaline pumping in his veins or the excitement of having contact with a spirit, for Junmyeon couldn't help himself from shooting questions nonstop. "How did you die? Did you have a family? How old were you when you died?"
The sauce tray started moving again, except this time, his questions went unanswered. Like a maniac, their fingers were dragged along, in zig-zags, in circles, before it began moving furiously across the board. It never stopped, and their fingers were beginning to take their toll from the angry movements. The spirit, Shi Xun, didn't seem like it wanted to stop. Junmyeon was terrified and Yifan knew he had to take matters into his own hands.
"Shi Xun, we are forever grateful for your presence in our session today! We do not mean any harm and Junmyeon, the new owner of this house, will always respect your space. This is farewell," said Yifan, breathless from his quick farewell speech, free hand fisting tightly.
They allowed themselves to relax when the sauce tray immediately lost its hyper activity, fingers still on the sauce tray. The only thing that filled the room was silence, mixed with their heavy breathing. With regained breathing and heartbeats, they returned the tray to the middle of the board, officially ending the session. Smoke filled Junmyeon's vision as the incense sticks were put out. Light filtered the room with a flick before he turned towards his friend.
"Congratulations Junmyeon, you have a poltergeist in your hands," was the last thing Yifan said before he drove off into the night.
--
Wu Shixun, or Oh Sehun, never really meant to get enraged over any of the human's questions nor cause a scene. In all of his dead life, Oh Sehun has never been anymore confused than the events of the previous week. Twenty years of his life, no one had ever tried contacting him, oujia board nor séance. He was like most teenagers, he was lonely, he wanted company, he didn't ask to be alone. Who would after living twenty years in complete solitude, without contact with anyone human nor ghost. He concluded this human was harmless enough after observing him sighing into the comfort of the armchair.
The human must be tired from work. Sehun has been observing lately, his daily routine, his food intake, his social circles. For a week, Sehun hadn't tried anything, but now he was tempted to.
Creeping towards the grand piano, Sehun glided his fingers across the keys. He played the only song he remembered memorising when he was still breathing; How To Save A Life. It gave him a rush, his fingers gliding smoothly as if they were meant to play. To say Junmyeon was surprised was an understatement, he was startled out of his armchair.
But it was weird, he wasn't scared nor terrified at the sight of the grand piano playing by itself. Instead, he just stood there, watching Sehun play the notes in awe, as if he could see Sehun right then and there. When the pressing of the keys stopped, the mind started resuming, concluding what had the eyes saw.
"That was... impressive," said the brunette. If someone had walked upon this, they would've thought he was delusional, talking to a space of air.
The brunette continued to confuse the dead teen.
Sometimes, when he was feeling mischievous, Sehun would hide some of Junmyeon's valuables, hiding them in the attic and then putting them back in unexpected places. That's how Junmyeon found his car keys once in a box of cereal (it was already bathed in milk when he noticed it). Or that one time when he found his wallet in the freezer, the wallet frozen in a block of ice. But it continued to baffle Sehun that this living, breathing human was not at all afraid of him.
One night, with all of his pent up energy, the teen mustered an apparition, making him visible to the undead. It was also in the dead of the night Junmyeon was woken up by an intense shaking, thought to be an earthquake. Only to open his eyes to the scene of a translucent boy at the foot of his bed.
"Nice one, Shi Xun. But unlike you, there are people who has this thing called a 'job' in the morning. Go back to sleep," he muttered sleepily before dozing off once again.
But Sehun knew he was a keeper when the evening rays penetrated the windows and the rumbling of a car ignition heard in the garage. And when the elder would come in through the front door, a briefcase in hand and tie undone, and he would never fail to greet without expecting a reply.
"Shi Xun, I'm home."
He felt alive again.
Love Drops|PG-13|
Sehun/Suho | side KaiSoo
Romance | Fluff
Potions' a bore, Sehun crushes.
Bubbles started foaming around the edges of the cauldron as the concoction was stirred slowly. The chopping of daisy roots mixed with the juicing of leeches could be heard throughout the whole room. No one was chatting. Well, no one in their right mind would when your potions professor is a notorious bat.
"Mr Oh, should I remind you that the rat spleens are supposed to be added after the shrivelfigs and not before?"
Just as the old bat said this, the mixture turned pale blue than the yellow it was supposed to. Soon, a foul, undistinguishable smell filled the room, rendering the occupants' olfactory useless. With a flick of his wand and a mutter of "evanesco", the old bat vanished the foul concoction, saving everyone's noses.
"Please see me after class, Mr Oh," the professor seethed, cloak billowing as he left.
Class passed by a blur after that, with Sehun having to redo his potion. Luckily, his second attempt was a success, albeit the concoction being a darker shade of green. The obvious Slytherin-biased teacher took a drop of potion from an unsuspecting Gryffindor's cauldron, turning said student's toad into a tadpole. Sehun sighed in relief that his potion wasn't picked, and so did the Gryffindor after having success with his potion. As much as Sehun was incompetent with his potion for today, it was obvious the professor favoured students based on houses, making Sehun lucky he was in said teacher's house.
Just as everyone filed out, Sehun made his way towards the front of the classroom, where his stingy professor sat. He obviously wasn't excited about this the least bit.
"Mr Oh, it has come to my knowledge that your skill in potions mastery has been getting worse than that of Longbottom's," the professor started. "You have become incompetent, reckless and blunder. I will not tolerate such behaviour in my house."
It was as if mockery was the professor's second language, with each syllable pronounced slowly. It wasn't his fault that he had such bad luck today, Sehun wanted to reason but bit back his tongue. His cheek won't get him anywhere.
"You will be tutored by Kim Junmyeon starting tomorrow after dinner. Even on the weekends. Do I make myself clear?"
Sehun wanted to groan, to yell, to protest but he didn't have it in him to defy his head of house. He muttered a barely audible 'yes, sir' before being dismissed.
---
"So Sehun, wanna prank some first years tonight?" Jongin invited him during dinner the following day.
Sehun would have accepted, nothing's much more fun than pranking snotty brats, but the head of the potions master at the head table reminded him of his ordeal.
"Can't. I have lessons with Kim Junmyeon after dinner," he muttered.
Sehun cursed his luck. He cursed the subject, he cursed his head of house, he cursed Kim Junmyeon. The extra tutoring was just getting in his way, interrupting his free time with his friends. Making first years and seniors do a Muggle dance ("It's called the Thriller, but don't tell anyone I've been listening to Muggle music," said Jongin) was more fun than learning a subject you probably wouldn't use in the future ("I can just buy potions!" he reasoned).
"You mean, Suho? The only muggleborn prefect in Hogwarts? I wish you all the luck," said his friend.
Sehun didn't understand this until he met Junmyeon for the first time.
--
"I'm Kim Junmyeon, you must be Oh Sehun."
The next day found Oh Sehun seated in front of Kim Junmyeon, the Ravenclaw. Junmyeon was making an effort in trying to get to know Sehun. Keyword being trying. Sehun wouldn't budge pass the pleasantries and kept a cool façade. He was after all a Slytherin.
The Ravenclaw prefect was unfazed by his cold demeanour and began tutoring him. Junmyeon began with lessons from first year, thinking it was worth the revision. Sehun scoffed.
"Is something the matter?" Junmyeon asked, looking akin to a kicked puppy.
Sehun's thoughts stop abruptly. Junmyeon looked offended and it struck something in Oh Sehun. He felt guilty and he didn't know why. Wasn't it normal for a Slytherin to be indifferent towards other houses? Then why was he feeling guilty, it wasn't in his nature.
"Nothing, let's continue, please," he added the last bit, to emphasise politeness.
Now when did a Slytherin cared about being well-mannered and courteous in front of someone outside the snake pit?
--
Their tutoring sessions continued for weeks, robbing Sehun of his precious Friday nights and weekends. Weirdly, he didn't mind. He was content, and the reason is still yet unknown, even to him. Maybe the studying technics Junmyeon used were interesting, or maybe he's getting a better grasp and wider view of the subject after years. Or maybe because his Potion grades has been improving ("I'm impressed, Mr Oh"). Or maybe because Junmyeon was nice, he often sneaked Sehun some chocolate when the grouchy librarian wasn't looking ("You're getting sleepy, chew on something"). Nevertheless, he enjoyed the the Ravenclaw's company, and he wouldn't change that.
"Mate, you're crushing," his dorm mate, Jongin once stated. He denied this accusation without the usual venom he held.
"Bollocks, you fancy him. Trust me, I'm your best mate, I know you."
He and Junmyeon didn't feel anything for each other, they were just tutor and student. They knew one another and they acknowledge the other, can they be even considered friends with this arrangement. In the corner of his mind though, Sehun secretly wanted more than that, he wanted to know Junmyeon outside the library. Outside the walls of houses and blood status. But of course, his pride made him mute.
"Maybe you should ask him to Hogsmeade this week, y'know, a double date with me and Kyungsoo," his best mate said.
And now, albeit with a bit of denial, he's contemplating it. Oh Sehun, the Slytherin, is contemplating on asking Kim Junmyeon, Ravenclaw prefect, to a double date in Hogsmeade. That's when he thought the Amortentia would come in handy.
"...and that's why the Valerian root is a natural sedative. Any questions?" Junmyeon asked.
Sehun took a deep breath. This was his chance. Blood status and houses be damned.
"Well, there is one thing I would like to ask," he muttered, rummaging through his satchel.
Various items were scattered on the desk until Sehun found what he was searching for. A small vial containing pink liquid was in his palm. He shook it and watched as Junmyeon's eyes widened.
"W-where did you get that?" he asked.
"Does it really matter?" Sehun said, tossing the vial between his hands. "Will you go to Hogsmeade with me?"
"P-pardon?"
"Will you go to Hogsmeade with me?" he asked again.
"I don't think we should, your status wouldn't permit it."
"Houses and blood status be damned."
Junmyeon was startled with the younger's outburst. Blood status was taken highly by the purebloods when it came to social contact and relationships, especially concerning marriage. Muggleborns are considered the lowest of the low in their social standing, and that is what Junmyeon is. A mudblood. He shouldn't even be contemplating Sehun's offer.
"I knew this would happen," Sehun sighed.
Sehun uncorked the vial, releasing spirals of steam. An unexplainable scent invaded Junmyeon, the first one distinguishable from the other. Honey. Parchment. And was that strawberry?
"Amortentia, the strongest love potion in the world," the Ravenclaw murmured. Sehun nodded.
"You know what I smell? Bananas, jasmine and chocolate, and you know what? There's only one person in all of Hogwarts who always carry a chocolate bar in his bag and even goes to the lengths to wear the chocolate-scented perfume from Honeydukes and no, I'm not talking about our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor," explained Sehun, eyes boring into his tutor's onyx orbs.
"What I'm trying to tell you is that, there's only one person who I'm willing to go to Hogsmeade me with, and it's you," he said, face serious. "I don't care what my housemates think, Jongin is with Kyungsoo and they're doing fine despite the differences. I'm willing to protect you. So, will you go to Hogsmeade with me, please?"
And there he goes again, throwing pleasantries out of the blue, defying his nature. Junmyeon's breath hitched. The Slytherin was serious, as if it wasn't when he brought out the Amortentia. As if he wasn't when he started using "please" and "thank you"s. No high-ranking pureblood would stoop that low as if to ask for permission from a muggleborn. Then again, Sehun was never a pureblood propaganda maniac, being friends with someone who's dating a half-blood and all.
"You know what I smell?" the brunette asked, and this caught Sehun off guard. "I smell honey, cinnamon, parchment and..." He took another whiff, "strawberry shampoo."
Sehun was puzzled and that must have show on his face for Junmyeon laughed. The most sincere laugh he has ever heard from someone. It beat the high class parties and the obnoxious laughter of the attendees.
"It's a yes, then?"
"Definitely a yes."
He didn't say it, words weren't needed, but Sehun never changed his shampoo, ever. And Junmyeon was grateful he woke up with strawberry lingering in the pillows every morning.
All The Small Things|PG-13|
fem Sehun/Suho
Romance | Fluff
Sehun loves bubble tea, Junmyeon prefers a macchiato.
The first time Sehun met Junmyeon was in Math class. They knew each other, just never talked. The other not caring about meeting new people, the other too shy to even look at the opposite sex in the eyes. But Fate must had a reason for them to meet in a boring setting.
Mr Zhang was droning on about arithmetics and a guy named Gauss. Sehun could care less, she only attended to pass a grade. It's a wonder she isn't dozing off right now. Must have been the after effects of taking bubble tea in the morning.
Furiously doodling on her once pristine desk, Sehun didn't realise the piece of rubber rolling its way between her shoes. Nor did she realise the boy next to her desk looking her way with nervousness in his two dark pools. The boy threw a small ball of paper at her, gaining her attention. Sehun glanced at him with disinterest. The boy pointed towards something underneath her table. She took a glance downwards and saw the object he was pointing at. Without a moment of hesitance, she grabbed the rubber and handed it to the boy. Not before a brush of their fingers occurred.
Sehun felt a tingling sensation from the contact and retreated her hand quickly, eyes immediately went straight back to the blackboard. The boy must have felt the same sensation too, for he was cradling his hand to his chest. And judging by the light blush dusting his cheeks, it was no doubt.
By the end of class, Sehun learned his name was Kim Junmyeon.
The second time they met was in front of the local train station. Bodies pressed tightly in the cramped space, Sehun could smell the sweat and body odour from various individuals in her vicinity. She gasped for air when the man next to her held his arm up, giving her a full blast of armpit odour. The sound of a woman's voice in the intercom alerted the arrival to a station.
As soon as the doors opened, Sehun rushed her way through sweaty bodies and onto the platform. Making it in time before the doors closed. She sighed in relief.
She checked her wristwatch, and ran to the bus stop in front of the train station, only to be met with the smoke left by the moving bus. Sehun just stood there, not knowing what to do. That was the last bus for today. She had to walk with her dainty feet if she wanted to go back home. And that took half an hour itself.
"Ehem."
A presence made itself known from behind. It made her jump but she regained her composure and gave the newcomer her attention. Standing behind her was a certain Kim Junmyeon, still in his school uniform. Sehun noticed the licking of lips and the unruly hair, probably messed with fidgety hands from earlier. There were signs of anxiety.
When she realised it was him, her eyes immediately reverted to the ground. A sudden response that was unknown to her and dare she say never had she experienced. Twelve. Those were the number of holes that kept her laces in place.
"Do you need a ride home?" he asked.
Sehun hesitated at first, unsure if she should take up on an offer from someone she never talked to, or yet knew very well. Scenarios flashed through her head at the speed of light. Some of them weren't pleasant, remembering advice from her mother to never trust strangers. But Junmyeon wasn't a stranger in her life, not in this context. He was nice, from what she heard.
"You have to tell my mother your address though, I'm sure she knows these streets well."
After that being said, Sehun nodded. Junmyeon smiled and led her to the car. She was, to be honest, expecting a luxurious ride after mentions of his opulence from various classmates, but what greeted her was modest and convenient. Being the gentleman he was raised to be, Junmyeon opened the door for her with a gentle smile. Sehun fought the blush but in vain, making a permanent resident on her cheeks throughout the whole ride.
When she reached home, Sehun learned that Kim Junmyeon came from a family of educators and he is the youngest son.
The humid weather didn't agree with Oh Sehun when Friday rolled around. She felt sticky, the sheen of sweat restricting her movement. She fanned herself as Luhan dragged her down their usual Friday after school route. The chimes of tiny bells rang as they stepped into the cool shop, away from the heat. Fridays were a must for a bubble tea date.
Sipping on her chocolate tea, Luhan scanned the shop with boredom until she landed on a particularly amusing scene. Tables away, a certain Kim Junmyeon had his eyes locked on the side profile of her best friend, they never left once even when his mates started elbowing him, encouraging him to step up. Said best friend was oblivious to the warm glance that was sent her way.
"Junmyeon, you better catch her before she falls for me," that dork, Chanyeol, said, elbowing the love-struck teen.
"Yah! Hurry up, she's not gonna wait for you!" barked Baekhyun, impatiently.
The problem was not because he didn't like her, in fact, he liked her. A lot. He has been noticing her since their fingers touched in Math class. Or was it before that, when he saw her helping poor Zitao with his language problem. Junmyeon didn't know when but he was infatuated. To say he didn't try to confess to Oh Sehun was an understatement. He had tried a thousand times, but when he was determined to do it, he got cold feet. Who wouldn't, in front of a Goddess?
With all the confidence he could muster, Junmyeon stood up. His friends snickered behind their hands, awaiting what could be their friend's demise or victory. An elbow to his back gave him a head start, and soon he was in front of her.
Sehun stared at him, dumbfounded. Was that a dash of pink on her cheeks?
"Hi, Sehun, Luhan," he nodded to each of them respectively. "Am I interrupting anything?"
"Yeah, our breathing space," Luhan replied cheekily but quickly backtracked at the solemn look on Junmyeon's face. "Just kidding, continue."
He faced Sehun again, giving her his full attention. Sehun swore he was too close than the length appropriate for girl boy interactions. She felt trapped, her sweaty palm gripping tightly to her bubble tea. If shoujo manga sound effects existed, Junmyeon could've heard the loud beating of her heart as it went doki doki.
"There's a really nice movie coming out soon, ever heard of Pirates of the Carribean? Yeah, it's coming out next week and I- I was wondering if you would want to see it with me? If, you're not busy that is... Or maybe you wanted to see a different movie- anything is fine by me actually," he stopped when Sehun touched his arm.
Reality hit him as he realised he was rambling nonsense. Sehun gave him a small smile, making his heart thump in his chest. "Yes, I'll go with you.I would love too."
Oh Sehun realised that Kim Junmyeon was just like her. He was an ordinary boy who enjoyed the company of friends and he was also shy when it came to small crushes and chats about your crush over ice cream.
The following week, Oh Sehun learned the name of the boy is Kim Junmyeon. He came from a family of educators and he is the youngest son. His favourite subject is not Mathematics but rather Literature. He's a rather responsible person with his position being the President of the student body. Bubble tea is pleasant but he'd rather have a macchiato from Starbucks. And he has a girlfriend named Oh Sehun, the girl that picked up his rubber in Maths class once upon a time.
a/n: yes, I know that rubber is an American slang for condom but where I'm from, it's a widely used slang for eraser. I'm just using what I'm used to in this.
Ghostly Affections|PG-13|
Sehun/Suho
Supernatural
Being 20 and dead is boring as hell, except he never went to hell.
The screech of tyres woke him up after dawn. A moving lorry and a black Honda were parked at the side of the house. His house. Curiosity piqued, he decided to peek at the commotion going on downstairs.
Two burly men were carrying a grand piano when he entered, placing said instrument in the corner of the living room. Soon, more furniture were being brought in and arranged. The design had a modern edge to it, consisting of black and silver, but with slight earthly tones for a homey feeling.
A male with a milky white complexion, complimented with auburn hair walked in, observing the living room. Call it teenage hormones, but Sehun calls it love at first sight. He was awed by the male's beauty, especially by his obsidian eyes which hold tales of the living.
The last time a living being visited was when he was 15 and that was the neighbour's cat, Luhan. The brown fur ball brought him mice every two days as a peace offering but Sehun didn't like mice, he buried them in the backyard as to not upset Luhan. He never had a living human in his house before.
"I already feel home," the human sighed in relief.
A smile creeped up the blonde's face. The human would be staying.
--
Kim Junmyeon was a simple man. He preferred his eggs scrambled than sunny side-up. He favoured the polka-dotted bowtie rather than the checkered bowtie, because it matched with almost every dress shirt. The colour of his sneakers were starting to fade out from wear and constant washing. His bangs needed a trim, they were falling into his eyes. All in all, his life was pretty normal.
Bumps in the night never made Junmyeon jump in the slightest. But tonight, the thuds that woke him up were annoyingly repetitive. He got up from bed, squinting his eyes in the dark, to find the source of the thuds. It lead him to kitchen as he fumbled against the walls for a light switch.
The noise vanished quickly as it had came when light invaded the darkness. Junmyeon checked the cabinets and under the sink, hoping to at least find a pest as the source.
A chill ran down his spine and Junmyeon quickly turned around, only to find the space empty. A clink broke the silence. It was as if someone knew that he was craving a midnight snack, as soon as Junmyeon saw the plate with a sandwich, his stomach began growling. That, was weird.
--
"So, you're telling me that a poltergeist is occupying your house and it made you a pb&j sandwich?"
"Yes! And no, this is not funny! It's real! Aren't you fascinated in the slightest?" he chided his friend.
"I admit, I am. But let's get to work shall we," Yifan said, unboxing a wooden board.
Junmyeon had called his childhood friend, Yifan, immediately after the incident with the noise and the surprise snack attack. Yifan is an engineer, who works a mundane job in the office from nine to five. And like other normal people, he has interests to fill the void in his life. Today, one of his hobbies is going to be carried out. The one involving the paranormal.
"Okay, it's all set."
In the middle of the dining table, a large sheet of paper with printed Chinese characters was set, and in the middle of it, laid a small sauce tray serving as a pointer. Incense sticks were light up as a form of respect to wandering spirits, said Yifan. They also act as an indicator that the both of them were ready for consultation.
"Yifan, do you think the spirit even knows Chinese?" asked Junmyeon, skeptic.
"At least it's better than those Oujia boards they try to sell at Toys R Us," replied Yifan. "Okay, first things first, take a seat."
The room was basked in an eery glow as Yifan flicked the lights out, the incense sticks as the only source of illumination. They sat facing each other, the Chinese oujia board between them. "Put your pointer finger on the tray."
Junmyeon did as told before his friend joined him.
"Okay, let's start."
"If anyone is here, please tell us by moving the tray, please. We mean no harm."
Nothing happened. The silence was heavy. Junmyeon forgot to breathe for a second, his heart beating furiously with anticipation, wondering what would happen. His palms were sweaty, but then it came. He could feel his fringe being swept back as a sudden gust of wind came. Except, none of the windows were open. The sauce tray began moving in zig-zags, fast, but they kept their fingers in place. The spirits have come.
"Yifan! What is happening?!"
"Is anyone here?" the elder asked, voice booming.
It continued moving haphazardly like a drunken fly before stopping on '是'. A yes.
"How many of you are here?"
The tray moved again, albeit this time smoothly towards "一". So it was alone.
"Do you have a name?" Junmyeon surprised himself by asking.
It started moving in circles, around and around, and stopped on top of one of the characters, "世". But it didn't end there, the tray continued spinning in circles before halting. The character "勛" laid beneath it. After a few seconds of inactivity, they both concluded the answer.
"Shi Xun."
"Shi Xun, did you die here?" he asked again.
Moving slowly, their fingers found themselves on "是" yet again. Maybe it was the adrenaline pumping in his veins or the excitement of having contact with a spirit, for Junmyeon couldn't help himself from shooting questions nonstop. "How did you die? Did you have a family? How old were you when you died?"
The sauce tray started moving again, except this time, his questions went unanswered. Like a maniac, their fingers were dragged along, in zig-zags, in circles, before it began moving furiously across the board. It never stopped, and their fingers were beginning to take their toll from the angry movements. The spirit, Shi Xun, didn't seem like it wanted to stop. Junmyeon was terrified and Yifan knew he had to take matters into his own hands.
"Shi Xun, we are forever grateful for your presence in our session today! We do not mean any harm and Junmyeon, the new owner of this house, will always respect your space. This is farewell," said Yifan, breathless from his quick farewell speech, free hand fisting tightly.
They allowed themselves to relax when the sauce tray immediately lost its hyper activity, fingers still on the sauce tray. The only thing that filled the room was silence, mixed with their heavy breathing. With regained breathing and heartbeats, they returned the tray to the middle of the board, officially ending the session. Smoke filled Junmyeon's vision as the incense sticks were put out. Light filtered the room with a flick before he turned towards his friend.
"Congratulations Junmyeon, you have a poltergeist in your hands," was the last thing Yifan said before he drove off into the night.
--
Wu Shixun, or Oh Sehun, never really meant to get enraged over any of the human's questions nor cause a scene. In all of his dead life, Oh Sehun has never been anymore confused than the events of the previous week. Twenty years of his life, no one had ever tried contacting him, oujia board nor séance. He was like most teenagers, he was lonely, he wanted company, he didn't ask to be alone. Who would after living twenty years in complete solitude, without contact with anyone human nor ghost. He concluded this human was harmless enough after observing him sighing into the comfort of the armchair.
The human must be tired from work. Sehun has been observing lately, his daily routine, his food intake, his social circles. For a week, Sehun hadn't tried anything, but now he was tempted to.
Creeping towards the grand piano, Sehun glided his fingers across the keys. He played the only song he remembered memorising when he was still breathing; How To Save A Life. It gave him a rush, his fingers gliding smoothly as if they were meant to play. To say Junmyeon was surprised was an understatement, he was startled out of his armchair.
But it was weird, he wasn't scared nor terrified at the sight of the grand piano playing by itself. Instead, he just stood there, watching Sehun play the notes in awe, as if he could see Sehun right then and there. When the pressing of the keys stopped, the mind started resuming, concluding what had the eyes saw.
"That was... impressive," said the brunette. If someone had walked upon this, they would've thought he was delusional, talking to a space of air.
The brunette continued to confuse the dead teen.
Sometimes, when he was feeling mischievous, Sehun would hide some of Junmyeon's valuables, hiding them in the attic and then putting them back in unexpected places. That's how Junmyeon found his car keys once in a box of cereal (it was already bathed in milk when he noticed it). Or that one time when he found his wallet in the freezer, the wallet frozen in a block of ice. But it continued to baffle Sehun that this living, breathing human was not at all afraid of him.
One night, with all of his pent up energy, the teen mustered an apparition, making him visible to the undead. It was also in the dead of the night Junmyeon was woken up by an intense shaking, thought to be an earthquake. Only to open his eyes to the scene of a translucent boy at the foot of his bed.
"Nice one, Shi Xun. But unlike you, there are people who has this thing called a 'job' in the morning. Go back to sleep," he muttered sleepily before dozing off once again.
But Sehun knew he was a keeper when the evening rays penetrated the windows and the rumbling of a car ignition heard in the garage. And when the elder would come in through the front door, a briefcase in hand and tie undone, and he would never fail to greet without expecting a reply.
"Shi Xun, I'm home."
He felt alive again.