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Yeosang did not really like summer.
He had never really cared about spending time alone. Growing up in a town full of muggles, he had went to primary school with them, but not only was it hard for him to make friends, it quickly got even weirder when he could not invite anyone over, or throw a birthday party like the other kids used to do, because what if they found out about magic? As he got older, it was hard to even talk when you had to keep silent about so many things or even lie about simple stuffs. So he had learned to be quiet, to step aside most of the time, smile shyly and nod gently when someone was talking to him. Hogwarts was no mystery for him and he had accepted to patiently wait for it to come, for things to become easier. With his two parents working full time in the ministry and not anyone his age to be friends with, Yeosang had spent most of his time alone.
However, when Hogwarts came, the young and new Ravenclaw discovered that magic did not make the people surrounding him more interesting, more keened to interact with him, so Yeosang had decided to still not mind too much about being alone. Learning about magic was already fascinating enough, except for herbology, and books were numerous enough to keep him busy during the night and the weekends. Hogwarts was huge and none of his parents’ stories seemed to give it justice. It took him some time to simply be able to go from the Great Hall to his common room without getting lost, and for that he had to thanks Choi Jongho.
Jongho had been the first student to talk to him, during a charms’ class. They had both been able to make Ravenclaw earn points by making their feather fly all around the room. He had smiled excitedly to Jongho, who had, surprisingly enough, smiled back. They introduced themselves, Yeosang’s shyness completely erased by the enthusiasm of success and the thirst to learn more. Jongho was also alone in Ravenclaw, but he had a friend, who had been sent in Slytherin. His name was Jung Wooyoung. Wooyoung really loved Quidditch and all he wanted was to be a second year and be a part of the team. He was loud and always seemed like he was about to burst from any kind of emotion. Jongho was calmer, more peaceful, often nodded at what Wooyoung was saying, his voice was soft and no matter how young they were, he always added something interesting to the discussions. Neither of them minded the sharp comments Yeosang could make, nor how caught he could be into things that might have been seen as uninteresting, or lame. They did not find him weird or know-it-all, like some Gryffindor had taken to heart to let him know. They stood up for him when they did not had to do it, for a reason that maybe none of them really knew about, but after this, Yeosang had never been alone anymore.
And summer had started to be difficult.
Yeosang was not the jealous type. He knew that Jongho and Wooyoung almost lived together, in one of the few wizards only town in England, and he was not mad at it. But every time he had to wave them goodbye on the Kings Cross’ platform, he was feeling an unpleasant heavy sensation on his heart. Of course, Wooyoung had often told him that he was welcome any time during the summer if he wanted to, and he had grabbed the opportunity a few time before. However holidays were also a moment to spend with his family and it was hard to go against the tradition, no matter how busy his parents really were. Still, he could not help but miss Wooyoung’s unstoppable babbling and Jongho’s reassuring presence.
And then Seonghwa came along. That summer had been a very hot and dry, making it impossible for Yeosang to stay home and be able to breathe at the same time. He had made a habit to wander around in the city. If the neighborhood was busy during the school year, summer was an excuse for most muggles to leave their routine and the cloudy landscapes for a week or two, a month for the luckiest, at the beach, making the town almost completely empty. Increasing Yeosang’s lonely feeling.
He met Seonghwa on an empty playground. Dark clouds had been hiding all day the sun, that had shone brightly for the past weeks. He could smell in the air that rain was about to fall down, watering the city, giving a fresh and much needed glow to the few plants surviving the devouring asphalt. But at that moment the heat was unbearable. Yeosang hated the heat and the sweat it came with (but he ended up not minding heat nor sweat when it was with Seonghwa, when it was in his arms). Seonghwa was bright and outgoing. When he saw Yeosang, about to turn around and leave, he immediately greeted him with a huge smile, recognizing him from Hogwarts. They talked about nothing and everything. He was charming. He was gentle. He was nice. He was caring. And even when rain started to wet them up completely, Yeosang did not want to leave him.
Yeosang often wondered why he had not noticed Seonghwa earlier. Why it took him so long to find out about him when they were living in the name neighborhood, and were in the same year. Seonghwa had laughed and told him that maybe they were not ready earlier to meet. Yeosang thought it sounded right. Everything was simple with Seonghwa. He understood immediately Yeosang silence, talking for him when it was the moment, or keeping quiet when Yeosang was too socially tired. Most importantly, he knew how to make him talk, how to ask him question and he knew how to listen. It came naturally. Like they had always been together.
Being with Seonghwa gave Yeosang a thousand of new feelings he had never felt before. The first time Seonghwa arrived late to one of their meetings, he felt so anxious and scared, he thought he would faint. But Seonghwa had arrived, painting and running, and had hugged him tightly without asking anything. Yeosang was sure he could feel any trouble in his soul just by looking at him. He suddenly felt hyper conscious about himself. When he usually did not care much about others’ opinions, Seonghwa’s meant everything. He smiled more after the latter had told him he looked cute. He shared his interests for astrology when Seonghwa browsed in his school books and sat down on his bed, staring right into his eyes, while he was explaining the rudiments of it. He felt like Seonghwa had kissed away all his complex.
They kept their relationship a secret. Not by shame, not by fear. Only because it felt more like it was theirs. Probably more by selfishness, because they did not want to share what they had. Being with Seonghwa made Yeosang suddenly crave for physical contact. The way he was hugging him made him feel like all his troubles were fading away. The way he was kissing him made him feel like he was the most precious thing in the world. The way he was holding his hand was reassuring, more than anything else. He knew Seonghwa gave him everything he had, he could feel the sincerity, and his only worry was to be able to give it back. He knew he had managed to do it when Seonghwa, holding him tightly against his chest in Yeosang’s bed, confessed his love for him. Yeosang had never been in love before but he did not hesitate and said it back. It was not too soon. It was not forced. It was easy, it was natural, it was obvious, like everything else had been with him.
Their love was sweet like Yeosang’s favorite candies, knowing very well he could never get tired of it no matter how much he had of it. It was intoxicating. It was filled with discoveries. It was like a fresh wind in the hot summer. It was a good kind of warm, the one in which one would want to be rolled in and never leave. And Yeosang suddenly never wanted the summer to end.