#xint.

@slythjisoo

you’re doing what? ( * another yawn escaped his lips as he struggled to get his coat on. it was like a tidal wave hit jisoo. he’d never been roused from his sleep with such vigor before. he rubbed his eyes, sloppily slipping his glasses on as he rushed to catch up to her ) 

( * truth be told, he was pretty exhausted. weary and drained from traveling to krystal’s, which didn’t end well per usual. no use stressing over it, nor getting jisoo, who’d been an unfortunate topic of their conversation, more involved )

@slyxng

@krslytherin

( * several minutes passed until he finally forced himself to knock on the door. three, short raps, loud and quick, like his heart. one hand in his coat and the other holding a present wrapped in newspaper, he stands on krystal's porch. his eyes fixate the present in his hand as he trails off into deep thought, murmuring)

what am i doing?

( * he turned on his heel and started forward, but then he stopped. turned back. he couldn’t count the amount of times he’d done this. though he hadn’t knocked until now. and he couldn’t back out anymore, now that the door swung open. he offered a small smile and raised the box. )

wear a jacket next time you heathen

@huffzy:

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she quiets just for a moment, palms flat against the bed, one on either side, still ready to run from the looks of it.

“why are you here?”

whiplash.

he felt like he was getting whiplash. he watched her silently, eyebrows tightly knit, lips pressed, unsure of whether to laugh or not. judging from the way she reacted, and continued, still, in that instant, he knew he fucked up. not really in the sense that she’d never see him again — hopefully not — but in the real sad, guilty way. and he really did feel that now — sad and guilty.

“no, i’m not. i haven’t left yet because peyton’s being... are you alright?” at that point, he couldn’t hold it; he laughed, albeit nervously and with utmost caution, somehow a bit afraid he would tick her off. “that’s fine, i wasn’t planning on taking you anywhere. no need to break from your comfort or anything. er, well — i guess i already kind of ruined that for you.”

upon inquiry, he grinned immediately and held his perfectly wrapped box up in the air, waving it. “merry christmas. i figured i’d give it you now before i left. you can open it now if you'd like, up to you.”

@slythjisoo

certain days, he felt antsy. trapped inside the walls of the large castle of hogwarts. in respect, it was beautiful in the sense that it had history -- lots of stories to tell, including his in giving him solace from rough times. but he missed the ordinary things about his ordinary muggle life.

with a weird central focus on all things magic and the strict lack of access to things once in concerning abundance to him, he found himself homesick often. had trouble sharing those feelings with people he didn’t know, who didn’t understand. dreary feeling and all.

feeling most antsy, he decided he’d do something about it, but not without pleasant company, of course.

he jogged over to jisoo’s side at the great hall and squeezed himself between her group of her friends, lacking the shame most people had out of respect for courteous manners.

@krslytherin

eventually, when the room clears, he spots her. without company, tucked away from the center of attention. he was ashamed to have seen her. ashamed to even be thinking of her.

but the short span of three months wasn’t enough to diminish whatever regard he held for her fully. a year and a half does that to someone. especially when they thought at one point that they were in love.

“i come in peace,” he breathed quietly, holding a cup he filled with the punch out to her.

@huffzy

the night wasn’t so bad, he thought. more or less sober, under the watchful eye of his beloved twin, he had to be. if she had seen the way he gained momentum, toxic in his veins, somehow he’d find himself back in the dorms before the night would be over. no doubt about it.

finally escaping her, he weaved through the floor and situated himself among his group of friends. laughing and smiling. more or less sober. or not. peter was in a blaze to get his own fun started, drink in one hand as he moved to the music. he was hopeful to keep from spilling its contents.

so far he was doing a pretty decent job until he moved a little too much, crashing into another body on the floor. instinctively, his arm with the drink shot upward, teetering to keep the liquids from escaping the rim of the cup. the other arm wrapped tightly around the girl’s waist, who seemed pretty ready to keel over had he not grabbed her.

upon recognition, he wanted to laugh immediately, but he kept it in, in place of it a grin suggesting hilarity.