cloud-chaser
title: cloud-chaser
rating: g
paring: jongin centric, friendship!sekai
warning: laps lock(no capitals to be found), self-beta'd
summary: all jongin really wants to do is fly.
genre: harry potter!au, gen
word count: 634
a/n: inspired by the zillions of harry potter au exo fanfics that have been popping up lately. i also may or may not be planning to write my own full blown exo harry potter universe
also i’m really bored and my internet connection has been out for like a day already so...
the sun blinded him as he flew straight upwards, icy wind piecing through his thin tank top, left flip-flop falling off at the force of his take off. his too long hair was plastered to his forehead, there was a splinter digging into his right palm, and the cushioning charm was wearing off the decrepit hand-me-down nimbus 2000. but none of that mattered, jongin had his eye on the golden snitch and he was going to catch it if that was the last thing he did.
the little golden speck zigzagged right and left with astonishing speed, but jongin was faster, navigating hairpin turns on a dime. zipping through the hula-hoop covered oak trees set up as makeshift goal posts, jongin was within reaching distance of the snitch as it neared the pitch boundary. jongin hauled himself upwards, leaning as far forward on the broom as he could without falling off, handle digging onto his ribs the farther he stretched out his arm. the snitch switched course again, and by the time jongin blinked enough to get a good idea of his surroundings, the two were headed straight downwards. speeding up dangerously faster, jongin managed to grab the snitch and pull back before crashing headfirst into the ground.
the sudden stop had him toppling over the front of his broom and into his friend’s lap. said friend threw jongin’s flip-flop at his head, yelling something about the smelly footwear hitting him in the face, but jongin could care less. he stood up after putting his shoe back on, holding out the struggling little ball and wiggling his eyebrows. sehun merely snorted and chucked the quaffle back into the carrying case.
he suddenly started laughing and pointed behind jongin, who turned and started laughing as well. the broom had managed to crash into the ground with jongin it seemed, and this one was its last straw. the poor thing was pointing downwards and twitching, bristles all bent at odd angles as it bobbed up and down vertically.
"isn’t your dad going to be mad?" sehun questioned, swinging the bludger bats around to loosen up his arms.
"it was time for that old thing to die anyways, I just sped up the process." jongin had been wanting a new one for years, and with the old one beyond repair, maybe his dad would start listening to reason.
"even if he’s not mad, your brother is certainly going to be for using his quidditch equipment without his permission."
"step-brother," jongin corrected quickly, calming down after sehun raised an eyebrow at him. "and what changmin doesn’t know won’t hurt him." the two quickly hauled the equipment back into the garage, the defective broom hiding in the garden shed until jongin could broach the subject with his father.
jongin wiped the sweat off his forehead as sehun flopped onto the ground under the oak tree, conveniently taking up all of the green grass left in the yard, as the rest was brown and crunchy due to the scorching summer heat. jongin flopped on top of sehun, ignoring the other’s squawks of protest, both of them pushing and shoving each other until they both ended up with their backs leaning against the tree.
jongin audibly sighed as he surveyed his family’s land, twenty acres of sprawling texas farmland in front of him, and he wished he could see it from the sky. perched atop a nimbus 4001, or maybe even a firebolt 3, he could fly all day and night. the feeling of the wind rushing through his hair was all jongin needed, all he wanted. he could soar high up into the clouds or fall back towards the earth with no fear, broomstick clutched firmly in his hands.
his name was kim jongin and he was born to fly.