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Only a few people know Sicheng absolutely loves Bertie Bott’s every flavor beans. That’s why he’s staring oddly at the box on his bedside table.
“Who would even?” He asks himself, grabbing the box with furrowed eyebrows. It’s a hot day in July, Sicheng just wanting to eat his breakfast he has been smelling since he’s been refusing to open his eyes, though instead of actually getting out of bed, he’s stuck there wondering how the hell would a box of those beans be on his bedside table.
He has about a handful of names to blame but it’s not like they’d spare him an hour or so to be able to put that box there. Not even Taeil would bother putting it there, (but everyone knows Taeil’s only Sicheng’s best friend, not his favorite treat provider.)
He sets it down back where he first found it, dismissing the thought to be handled later on. Finally taking the walk to his glorious breakfast he knows is delicious. “Good morning,” Sicheng smiles at his mother, “Hello, sweetheart, are you going anywhere today?” his mother asks, interrupting his bite.
Putting the spoon down, Sicheng ponders, “oh, Yuta invited me to go to the mall with him today. I guess I’ll say yes now.”
It was probably a miracle for Sicheng’s mom to hear ‘yes’ and ‘Yuta' in one sentence. If there were any plans for a day, Sicheng’s words only consisted of ‘cafe’ and ‘Taeil’, and whenever it was Yuta they were talking about, it’s always a no. “This is a rare occurrence, you like him back now?” His mother inquires.
If Sicheng could only spit out his well-done breakfast, he would’ve done it already.
It’s not like Yuta wasn’t nice, nor was he not charming. But if Yuta was in the way, Sicheng would always go the other direction. Taeil and Sicheng would even talk about him during their hang-outs if they had the chance. It’s all because Yuta is a bigger flirt than he looks and every time Sicheng’s around, it’s like Yuta has everything planned, from how he wraps an arm around Sicheng’s waist, the hesitant kisses on the cheeks. (and how Taeil mimics him “if it doesn’t work, flash that flashlight smile of yours, Yuta!”)
Sadly, even if Sicheng would admit Yuta is a little cute, he and Yuta sound impossible to his ears. He found out just three months before summer break came that Yuta was only crushing on him for fun and that none of Yuta’s feelings were actually real, instead, rumors about Yuta being in love with Slytherin’s Quidditch captain, Lee Taeyong has been spread out.
Sucks to be him.
“Mom, Yuta doesn’t like me,” Sicheng simply utters, feasting over his breakfast once again which was repeatedly being cut short by his mother’s replies. “Really? I actually thought you and Yuta would work out in the end, I even thought he was your soulmate.”
The only time Sicheng has heard the word ‘soulmate’ was when he and Taeil found that book laying around in the streets last summer break. Taeil read a few pages out loud and soulmate were one of the most said words Taeil had uttered, making Sicheng question what it meant.
Taeil, with his very few knowledge of what the muggles could be thinking, explains. It wasn’t the best but Sicheng grips the tips of Taeil’s explanation to be kept for future purposes. “Soulmate?” Sicheng echoes, eyes a little wide and his mother’s giggling.
“You don’t know you have a soulmate?”
“I’m a wizard, things can’t be more magical than that, right?” Sicheng’s mother chuckles, placing the glass of orange juice beside his plate before she sits on the seat across his, “oh things can be more magical than that, sweetie.”
“How are you so sure? Isn’t that unfair? It’s like my life is planned out before I could actually live it out,” he replies, finishing his food at long last. “That’s what gives your life some thrill, Sicheng,” his mother answers almost immediately, making Sicheng frown.
The thought of having a soulmate made Sicheng sad. When Taeil said that soulmates were going to be your future, Sicheng thought it would be awful to have everything be on your plate before you were even hungry. Though, Taeil claims people who have soulmates are extremely lucky and Sicheng just doesn’t understand how. “It isn’t some thrill,” Sicheng’s frown becomes bigger, dunking down the orange juice in a few gulps, “it’s a stupid concept.”
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“How’s our favorite Gryffindor hottie doing?” Jaehyun flutters his eyes open with the sound of Johnny’s voice. It takes him a little time before he widens his eyes, letting out a shriek, grabbing the nearest pillow to hit Johnny’s face, but unfortunately, Jaehyun never had the best aim. “What are you guys doing here?!” He asks, rubbing his eyes off of any signs of slumber and Johnny chuckles, “just checking on my biggest crush.”
A scowl is on Jaehyun’s face when he opens the blinds, earning an ‘it’s bright outside’ remark from Ten, surprised to know he tagged along. “We all know I’m never going to be your biggest crush, Johnny and oh, hi Ten.”
“You didn’t notice me at first?”
“You’re small, how am I supposed to?”
“Bullying! This is bullying!”
Jaehyun walks past the two boys with a roll of his eyes. He grabs on the shirt that’s probably been on the couch for days but he doesn’t pay much attention to it--it’s better than being half naked in front of Johnny. (and/or Ten, but he isn’t as bad as Johnny.)
“Hey pretty boy, are you cooking us breakfast?” he hears Johnny’s voice come up along with the sound of their rushed footsteps down the staircase, Jaehyun sighs, “it’s not like I have a choice,” he replies, sullen. Ten hits Johnny’s arm with a loud slap, to which Jaehyun knows would leave a red mark on his skin later, and shakes his head, “hey, if there’s anyone who has to be saved from the trouble of all…” Ten trails off, looking at Johnny before turning his gaze towards Jaehyun with a merely open mouth and shrugs, “this… it’s going to be you.”
It’s nothing new. Johnny would always be around when Jaehyun least expects him to be. Not to mention the fact that Johnny loves it when Jaehyun’s annoyed, he gives Ten a small smile before he replies, “it’s fine, your boyfriend’s been my number one hater since day one.”
Johnny gives Jaehyun the mocking he deserves before he jumps on the couch, “I am not a hater. I’m your friend!” he exclaims, making Jaehyun roll his eyes again.
True, Johnny had been Jaehyun’s friend since first year, but it was only because neither of them had a choice. When Jaehyun got sorted into Gryffindor, he knew he was going to regret even taking his first step in Hogwarts, big time. Johnny gave him the most awful smile Jaehyun had ever seen his whole life--something similar to a shit-eating one but worse--and almost crushed his skull when Johnny gives him a one arm hug.
Jaehyun had flashbacks that day, and all that matters now was that it was long long ago and he hopes it never happens again.
Aside from Johnny though, Jaehyun had met a few people sorted into Gryffindor as well, and it didn’t take long for his popularity to bloom too. Jaehyun didn’t gain those nicknames from Johnny by himself. “It’s not my fault you didn’t like me when we first met,” Johnny breaks Jaehyun from his reverie, the smile he hadn’t noticed he had fades and he gives Johnny a fake glare.
“It’s not that I didn’t like you, okay, you almost killed me that day,” Jaehyun responds, handing Johnny the plate of sandwiches. “Oh sure, just because you have a soulmate doesn’t mean you can say shit about me, Yoon oh!”
Wait. soulmate?
“What are you saying, I don’t have o-” it didn’t take long for him to find the flower on his wrist. Small, almost the size of a ring, well drawn without any color. He rubs it with his thumb, with the smallest wishes of it not getting smudged once he does, and when he realizes it’s not a prank, he feels tears well up in his eyes.
“I-I have a soulmate?” He mumbles, a grin on his face.
Somehow, Jaehyun feels like he’s won the biggest prize in the lottery and it gets better and better when he repeats it in his head. Even when he was young, when his mom would read him a hundred and one books of fairytales and many other things, the only story he remembers was the story he first heard it. He first found out about soulmates.
And Jaehyun had always wished to have one, to be so sure about love, about the future. All he can feel right now is pure Happiness, pushing Johnny’s presence aside, and the mere fact he said that out loud earning a big loud ‘I hate you’ from Johnny, and he wants to jump up and down.
“Dream come true?” Johnny chimes, biting on the sandwich before handing it to Ten--who quickly protests with a loud ‘hey!’--and grabs Jaehyun’s wrist. “It’s pretty,” Ten says with a mouth filled with bread and Johnny nods.
Whatever they do, Jaehyun still has a soulmate and Jaehyun is still lucky.
And Jaehyun hopes he meets his soulmate soon, the wrist which has the color that fits his flower the most.