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@globaloppaaa , cuteness aggression

@kaiyunsim , skit | riwoo

@minkkumaz , i’m trying to get over this | riwoo

@juyeoz , like me! (like me!) | leehan

@dat-town , another social casualty | jaehyun

@gyurilla2 , if i say, i love you | riwoo

@blissfullsvn , between the lines | taesan

@hancorys , small girl fantasy pt.2 | woonhak

@junnieverse , daddy day care | taesan

@tanghuyuj , we get, the same! | woonhak

@leehanadez , no one noticed, right?

@winteringdream , coffee date? | sungho

@nonononranghaee , a kiss for luck love | sungho

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the phone tradition | riwoo, @yakaiatori

so kiss me | taesan, @itsactuallylina

overall there’s so much more but i got lazy so um…here you go guys 🫳 maybe if i get motivation i’ll make a pt.2

Which is why Harua had been the one to sneak into Snape’s office, obtain horn of bicorn and the other necessary ingredients, and concoct you a perfectly brewed pepperup potion before morning. How you had gotten him involved in your neverending shenanigans, you weren’t sure. But you weren’t complaining when he was serving as your knight in shining armour.

“Seriously, this is your fifth time getting sick this month! I know you’re determined to get your animagus, but maybe take a break for a day. I can’t keep sneaking around for you,” Harua whispered, placing a hand on your forehead to “check your temperature”. 

Although he was a skilled wizard after seven years, he still carried muggle habits, such as their peculiar way of caring for people when sick. Harua claimed that soups and teas, of which you had only ever cared about for the taste, had medicinal properties. You had been forced to eat chicken soup and drink herbal tea for three days straight last time you got sick, even after you had taken potions to rid your body of the illness. Harua was stubborn.

“You would keep sneaking around for me, though,” you pointed out quietly. Harua furrowed his eyebrows and scrunched his nose, handing you the potion without another word. You knew he would go to the ends of the earth for you if you needed it, and you liked to take advantage of that every so often.

Steam puffed from your ears, a side effect of the potion. The sharp taste ran down your throat, and you felt it clear up immediately. As the potion worked, your other symptoms lessened. You’d be free from aches, chills, and your runny nose within the hour, thanks to Harua’s excellent brewing skills.

“Come here. I shouldn’t be contagious anymore.”

Your mumble brought Harua’s attention back to you. His eyes left your dresser drawer and met yours, concern underlying their glimmer. 

“You still have mandrake leaves in your drawer,” he sighed. “You failed the first part once again, didn’t you?”

Your silence was enough of an answer for him. He frowned, taking a seat next to you on the bed. He knew how much you wanted to achieve it; becoming an animagi. To you, it was the greatest task a wizard could partake in. Your repeated attempts all failing thus far had done little to discourage you, but definitely added to Harua’ worry for your safety. You rested your head on his shoulder and he intertwined his fingers with yours. 

“You’re still in your robes,” you pointed out. Although it had been an extremely long day, not even your boyfriend’s black and yellow tie was skewed. He exuded perfection, calculation, and skill even though he was slow. With extraordinary luck and hard work, he had gone from the clumsy first year you had met in herbology, to a model 7th year student, head boy of the house. 

“Unlike other Hufflepuffs, head boys don’t get to go to sleep until their juniors are safe and sound in their beds— including mischievous girlfriends.” 

You smiled, snuggling closer to him, feeling your body warm up perfectly from the potion. 

“Alright. I’ll try to stop causing trouble for the head boy,” you whispered, eyes closed. Harua bit back an endeared smile, watching your drowsiness catch up to you. 

It was well past curfew already, and the rest of the house were fast asleep by now. All was quiet except for your occasional sniffles from your runny nose, which Harua couldn’t help but find cute. He loosened his tie and pressed a short kiss to your forehead, deciding that the risk of being found in your bed in the morning was worth testing, even for the head boy with a perfect reputation.

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