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Woojin slowly opens his eyes, waking his senses with few blinks. Eyes darting the room, it's clear he's not home.
Right
Muggle club, loud music, sloppy kisses in the hallway, the best sex in his life time.
It all comes in a flash with memories of hot lips all over his bod-
Woojin shakes his head vigorously.
He slowly turns his head to his right, ready to put a face to the lips
Or
Not.
What the actual fuck?
'You look like you just saw a ghost.'
He blinks, very quickly - this is not what supposed to happen.
To go all the way to prepare for a one night stand in muggle clubs and ended up with a wizard who went to school with him.
Fuck
The other guy raised his eyebrow 'Are you alright? I mean, you remember me right, 'cause last night it's the only thing you've been moani-'
'Please - don't'
'Uh, sure, I mean you were enjoying dirty talking last nigh-'
'How long have you been awake?'
'Like, pretty long actually, an hour?'
'So why are you still here?'
'What do you mean?'
The fucking audacity of Park Jihoon, someone reminds me again why was he sorted into Ravenclaw.
'Why didn't you leave, go home whatever?'
'Why....would I do that?'
'I mean isn't that what muggles do?'
Jihoon raised himself from the mattress, resting on his left elbow, facing Woojin. A smirk on his face while the duvet slowly drops to his waist, showing rosy kiss marks all over his torso and abs.
'First of all, babe, I'm a wizard, second I couldn't leave 'cause you were cuddling me and third, no that's not what muggles do. They - well - we do know after care, where have you been getting all of this information?'
Crimson colour starts to take over Woojin's face, while Jihoon drops his smirk to a small adoring smile.
'On that note would you mind grabbing my phone for me? It's on the nightstand, I charged it last night - well after - oh thanks.'
Jihoon did something to the small muggle device as Woojin laid on the bed rethinking all of his life choices.
Out of everyone in the club, why did he decide it was Jihoon to go home with?
'Hi...yeah... it's Saturday why would I go to work?... Oh? That? Yeah it was the best... Sorry about that I guess? ... I'm sorry but I wasn't about to go home to see you being fucked by someo...'
Jihoon's voice started to fade as he moved away from the bed into the bathroom.
Who was he on the phone with?
Clearly they share a place together, and it sounds like a girl, and he doesn't want to see her - yeah. He doesn't recall Jihoon having any siblings since that wizard or witch would be coming to Hogwarts as well, Jihoon's a pureblood after all.
'Are you alright?'
'Yeah'
'Woojin, your face is full with question marks. Also, do you want any breakfast? I can call the room service for you.'
'Uh, sure that'll be great.'
'French toast? Do you still like that?'
Why does he still remember?
'Yeah I do, thanks.'
'Can you move?'
'It hurts a little - woah what are you doing.'
Woojin finds himself, midair, bridal style by the one and only, Park Jihoon.
'After care, Woojin, now you should take a warm bath to sooth the pain.' With the said sentence, Jihoon walked into the bathroom with Woojin still in his arms.
Woojin rests his upper body against Jihoon.
Back in Hogwarts, he never realised how the Ravenclaw's body is just - bigger than his. He looked to the side, a giant mirror reflecting them, and somehow Woojin looks perfect sitting between Jihoon's legs, resting his body against Jihoon's wider frame.
'How long has it been now, 8 years?'
'Yeah, you left Hogwarts in year 6 right?'
'Well, expelled, but yes.'
'Earlier you said you're a wizard, right? I'm just curious 'cause they took your wand'
'I can buy a new one.'
'You were banished from magic community in the UK - and the Korean one is non-existence since that muggle war, all Koreans are practically in the UK now.'
'The Korean War 1950s, still ongoing. Anyway, there are a lot of magic communities I could join, I still do magic, well, occasionally.'
'Have you ever thought about how bizarre the whole thing was? You didn't even put your name in the goblet, you just have to join because magic said that the French girl values you the most in her life, and in third mission as the person she trusted the most'
Jihoon let out a low chuckle.
'The punishment wasn't proportionate.' Woojin added
'Yeah, I know, Hagrid legit killed a person and he wasn't banished. And who thought it was a great idea to lower the age boundaries of participants to year 6.'
'I mean Hagrid didn't kill her, he was a scapegoat, Dumbledore helped him'
'Legally, he killed her, Woojin. Our system is greatly flawed, I didn't have access to justice nor was I allowed tribunal to appeal my case, it's against the rule of law, literally the basis of English, well UK Law.'
'How did you know all about these?'
'Remember Gigi Parques?' Woojin nods
'She did law in university - uh - muggle course after school, like after Hogwarts, and she found it very fun to blabber and teach me English and Welsh law.'
'So you're still close?'
'I don't really have a choice I guess?' Jihoon chuckles, but Woojin feels an air of oddity.
'Was it her?'
'On the phone? Yeah. You were curious right?'
'Does she, like, ruin your life?'
Jihoon's eyes widen in confusion, before a laugh and a smile formed.
'She's the best thing that happened to me.'
Woojin contemplates as he walks along the street of London, headed to Diagon Alley.
Earlier, they left the bathroom to find that the room service was already inside the room, Jihoon's order. But there was only one plate, his.
French toast with orange juice.
He really remembers.
Jihoon just sat next to him watched him ate with unreadable eyes, it was a mix of adoration and worry and something else.
He asked.
He said he has an appointment and muttered something along the lines of brunch with missus.
Maybe he's talking about his mum. But Woojin knew.
He's going to see Gigi Parques.
And it shouldn't have any effect on him, it's just a one night stand.
But it does.
And Woojin hates himself for it.