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Valentine’s Day.
Who came up with such a stupid holiday?
Yeosang was pretty sure that if he ever found out, he’d get ahold of a time turner and go back to punch them in the face.
The castle was decorated from top to bottom. Stupid frilly pink hearts everywhere.
All his life, Yeosang had been content to sneer at the decorations and be on his grumpy way. But all of that had changed last year.
Last year when he had stupidly gotten himself a boyfriend without any thought for the consequences. And not just any boyfriend, Jung Wooyoung.
Wooyoung loved Valentine’s Day. Every year he was seen flitting through the castle pretending to be cupid, accepting chocolates from boys and girls alike and throwing them flirtatious winks. It had caused a huge uproar in the castle last year when everyone realized Wooyoung would be focused on one boy only, especially since that boy was the Ebenezer Scrooge of Valentine’s Day.
Yeosang, stupidly, had thought that since they had only been dating less than two months at that point it wouldn’t be a big deal.
Instead, Wooyoung had surprised him with flowers, chocolates, a picnic in the astronomy tower, and had even enchanted a string quartet to play for them. He had insisted that Yeosang’s simple traditional gift of chocolates from Honeyduke’s was fine and that his true gift had been seeing Yeosang blush over their romantic date.
This year, Yeosang was determined to give him a surprise.
He just had one obstacle to get through first: Amortentia.
It was tradition. Leading up to Valentine’s Day the sixth year’s potions lesson would always be on the most dangerous love potion in existence. One would think teaching a bunch of horny teenagers such a strong potion was counterintuitive, but for some reason the tradition never died.
And for some reason, Yeosang was struggling.
It frustrated him to no end. Yeosang was good at potions. In fact, he was the best. But for some reason, this stupid potion wasn’t brewing correctly.
Which was how he found himself in the dank potions room late in the evening, watching a far too patient Seonghwa brew the potion and explain each step to him.
“You have to stir it like this until the steam starts to rise,” the older explained, patiently stirring the potion clockwise. Soon enough, small spirals of steam began to rise from the cauldron and Yeosang could smell the faint scent of chicken. He groaned.
“You didn’t do anything different than me! How come mine never starts to steam?” he whined, dropping his head onto the table.
“Magic isn’t just about following the directions, Yeosang. What do you think about while brewing it?”
“I think about the directions and the fact that if I can’t make this I’m going to lose my perfect grade in potions,” deadpanned Yeosang. Seonghwa sighed, silent for a moment as he added mother of pearl to the potion.
“One of the reasons love potions are so dangerous is because they are the embodiment of the desperation and love of the brewer. Amortentia smells unique to everyone because it pulls out your deepest desires and feelings. For instance, to me it smells of sea salt, disinfectant, and blueberry muffins.”
“What a weird combination,” retorted Yeosang.
“It reminds me of the things I love most.”
Yeosang raised an eyebrow. “Cleaning I get, but you hate the ocean.”
A faint blush rose to Seonghwa’s face. “That doesn’t matter, this isn’t about me. What do you smell?”
Yeosang stared at Seonghwa for a moment before giving in. As much as he loved to tease his friend, he knew the older was still barely coming to terms with his own feelings. Feelings for a certain short, blue haired Ravenclaw who spent his summers on a boat and often came back in September smelling of sea salt and sand.
Yeosang sighed, sitting up again and taking a deep whiff. “Chicken,” he said.
Seonghwa rolled his eyes. “What else?”
“Umm... Vanilla. Fresh cotton. And evening air on a clear winter night.”
Seonghwa gave him a soft smile. “And what do those things remind you of?”
“Well the chicken just makes me hungry,” mumbled Yeosang.
“Yeosang.”
“Fine,” he said with a sigh, face slowly turning bright red. “It smells like Wooyoung.”
Seonghwa smiled again. “Next time you brew it, think about him. Magic requires feelings, Sang.”
Yeosang gave him a small smile in return. “Thanks, Hwa. Sorry to take away from your study time.”
Seonghwa groaned. “Don’t remind me. The sooner NEWTs are over the better.”
~*~
This time Yeosang sat alone in the potions classroom, staring at his cauldron and the ingredients like they were his worst enemy.
He took a deep breath.
“Ok, Yeosang. It’s not that hard, just brew it with feeling. Think about Wooyoung and do it.”
He thought about his boyfriend. He thought about his boyfriend’s bright and obnoxious laugh that he used to find annoying. His cheery personality and the way he was always smiling. He thought about how it felt when the other would wrap him in a hug, how it felt when his Quidditch-toned body pressed against his…
Yeosang slammed his head against the desk and was sure that steam was coming out of his ears. He groaned.
“I can’t do this,” he mumbled to himself. He heard a chuckle from the doorway.
“What are you thinking about so hard, Sangie?” his boyfriend asked.
“This potion is impossible,” he whined.
“Nothing is impossible for you,” cooed Wooyoung, moving closer to run his fingers through Yeosang’s hair comfortingly. Yeosang tilted his head so he could look at his boyfriend, his cheek pressed against the table.
“This one is,” he whined.
“I don’t believe that. You’ll figure it out. Have you asked for help?” asked Wooyoung, knowing his boyfriend hated asking for help.
Yeosang nodded, a pout on his face. “Seonghwa helped me yesterday.”
“He couldn’t figure out what you were doing wrong?”
Yeosang felt the blush creeping up on his cheeks and turned his face back to the table, mumbling. “He did.”
“What was that?” teased Wooyoung, having heard him perfectly fine. Yeosang sighed, lifting his head.
“He told me what I was doing wrong,” he mumbled again.
“So what’s the problem?”
“The problem is that it’s hard.”
“Maybe I can help you, what’s the problem?” asked Wooyoung, genuinely ready to help in any way he could despite having almost failed his Potions OWL and decidedly not continued the subject.
Yeosang felt the blush rise to his face, squirming in discomfort over his embarrassment. “I’m not brewing it with enough feeling,” he whispered, refusing to meet Wooyoung’s eyes.
“What potion is it?”
“… amortentia.”
“Like… the love potion?” asked Wooyoung carefully.
Yeosang nodded, certain his face was red as a tomato. When Wooyoung didn’t say anything else, he chanced a glance at him. He regretted it almost immediately. Wooyoung was smirking. The same smirk he always had when he got an idea that would inevitably embarrass Yeosang beyond belief.
“I have an idea,” he said. He moved from his standing spot and slid carefully onto the bench next to Yeosang, taking the Slytherin’s hands in his own. For a moment, he just gently rubbed his knuckles, giving him a sweet smile. When Yeosang had finally straightened up, no longer curling in on himself in embarrassment and instead facing his boyfriend, Wooyoung moved his hands to his waist before leaning forward and softly connecting their lips.
Yeosang let out a huff of surprise before he felt his eyes flutter closed. Wooyoung was affectionate, always kissing him on the cheek or the nose and holding his hand when they were alone, but Yeosang found it hard to kiss him like this unless he was sure they wouldn’t be interrupted. It was at that moment he remembered they were in the potion’s classroom. He broke the kiss, pulling away slightly.
“Wooyoung, what if someone sees?” he asked breathlessly, not opening his eyes.
“Shhh,” the other shushed him, quickly moving a hand to the back of his neck and pulling him back in for a kiss.
All protest died on Yeosang’s tongue as he felt Wooyoung’s grip tighten on his waist and pull him forward. Then, he felt something poking at the seam of his lips. He was confused until Wooyoung pinched his waist and he gasped in surprise, opening his mouth only for Wooyoung to shove his tongue inside.
Yeosang let out a small moan, his hands flying up to grasp at Wooyoung’s shoulders. The other smirked into the kiss and pulled Yeosang closer, both of them leaning at an awkward angle. But Yeosang barely even felt the pain in his neck, hyperaware of Wooyoung’s tongue sliding against his. He also barely even noticed when Wooyoung’s hand left his neck to grip his waist again until he found himself hoisted off the bench and into Wooyoung’s lap, the other wrapping his arms around his waist securely and pulling Yeosang flush against his chest.
Yeosang gasped, gripping Wooyoung’s shoulders tighter. Even though they’d kissed before, they’d never kissed like this. Yeosang usually got too embarrassed or nervous before things got this far. He was feeling so many things at once. Wooyoung’s tongue moved against his expertly, and he occasionally gave small licks and bites to Yeosang’s lips, drawing small noises out of him. Yeosang felt a heat growing in his lower belly, taking over his senses. In the back of his mind he knew what it meant but his current brain was too overwhelmed to make sense of it.
Just as he felt the urge to press himself impossibly closer to Wooyoung, the other pulled back, giving him one last peck on the lips as Yeosang chased him with a whine.
Wooyoung pressed their foreheads together and for a moment they just sat there, panting and breathing each other’s air.
“Try it now,” whispered Wooyoung, breaking the silence.
“What?” slurred Yeosang in return.
“The potion. Try brewing it now.”
Yeosang groaned, moving to get off Wooyoung’s lap with shaky legs but the other grabbed him midair, simply turning him around and plopping Yeosang back on his lap, the both of them facing his potion on the table.
Yeosang could feel Wooyoung’s hot breath against his neck and with shaky hands he fumbled around the table for ingredients.
“You need ashwinder eggs,” whispered Wooyoung against his ear, reading the instructions out of Yeosang’s potions book that lay next to them.
Nodding dazedly, Yeosang collected the right ingredient and began brewing the potion, Wooyoung whispering the instructions into his ear. Occasionally, he would press a soft kiss to Yeosang’s shoulder or neck, causing the boy to squirm. However, he still methodically followed the other’s directions, and when curls of steam began to rise from his potion the haze lifted and he almost jumped up in delight.
“It worked!” he shouted. He turned to Wooyoung with a bright smile, who answered with a smile of his own.
“Don’t forget the mother of pearl,” he responded. Yeosang quickly added the last ingredient, watching the potion change to a milky pearl color. He turned to grin at Wooyoung again.
“It’s done,” he said with a smile. “I did it.”
“Good job, baby,” answered Wooyoung, a light smirk on his face. It was then that Yeosang registered their position. Registered what they’d done.
He swore steam was coming from his ears as he jumped off the other’s lap and pushed him off the bench, Wooyoung landing on the ground with a small “oof”.
“Ow,” he whined, sitting himself up and rubbing his back where it had slammed against the cold floor.
“I can’t believe you did that!” said Yeosang. “What if someone had come in?!”
“Then they could have enjoyed the show,” mumbled Wooyoung. He knew immediately that was the wrong answer. Yeosang’s eyes darkened, the angry glare contrasting the bright blush on his face.
“Out,” he snapped.
“But I helped you,” protested Wooyoung.
“Get out,” repeated the other.
“Fine,” sulked Wooyoung. He could tell Yeosang wasn’t angry, just embarrassed. He knew by now how his shy but aggressive boyfriend reacted to things like this. But he’d accomplished his goal of helping him. He stood up, pretend pouting as Yeosang continued to glare at him. “Do you want help bottling it?” he asked, giving Yeosang his best puppy eyes.
“Leave before I make you,” said Yeosang, turning away in a way that betrayed his true feelings. He knew if he looked at Wooyoung’s puppy eyes too long he’d give in. Wooyoung smirked. The other could never stay mad at him for too long.
“Okay, okay, I’m going,” he said. Then, he quickly leaned forward and pecked Yeosang on the cheek. “I’ll be thinking about you in my lap,” he whispered, running out of the room as he cackled. He only just managed to shut the door behind him before there was a loud thunk against it, Yeosang having thrown whatever was nearest to him (his textbook) at Wooyoung.
~*~
“What did you do this time?” asked San, gleeful gaze locked on Yeosang’s grumpy pout. The Slytherin sat next to his boyfriend at the dinner table but was pointedly ignoring him, Wooyoung seeming unbothered.
“He’s just embarrassed, don’t worry,” responded Wooyoung nonchalantly. Yeosang glared at his carrot as he stabbed it forcefully.
“He looks angry.”
“I know, but that’s just how he shows his embarrassment,” continued Wooyoung, shoveling potatoes into his mouth.
“What is he so embarrassed about?” At that question, Yeosang’s gaze moved up, directing his glare at San, whose smile quickly dropped as he gulped.
“If I tell you he might not talk to me for another two days. Right now I’d say he’s about two hours from breaking and wanting to cuddle.”
Yeosang felt his face heat up. The worst part was that Wooyoung was right. It was impossible for Yeosang to stay mad at him for long. His record was around 20 hours, but after their earlier interaction Yeosang was feeling clingier than usual and he could feel that his anger wouldn’t hold out.
However, Yeosang was adamant about limiting their cuddle time to when the least amount of people would be in the common room. And after dinner the common rooms would be packed.
He had an idea. The hard part was that he didn’t know how he was going to bring up his idea to Wooyoung without embarrassing himself further. A few weeks ago, Mingi had told Yeosang about how when he and Yunho wanted some alone time they would escape to the room of requirement. The room of requirement was a well-known legend among the students, but somehow finding it was still a closely guarded secret by those who knew. But Mingi had told Yeosang exactly how to find it.
And Yeosang decided that tonight, some alone time was exactly what they needed.
He’d long tuned out his friends’ bickering, San having been joined by Seonghwa who teased Wooyoung about how when he and Yeosang were dating Yeosang had never had a problem openly cuddling in the common room. If Yeosang had been less nervous, he probably would have registered Seonghwa’s words better at the time. He didn’t even notice how Wooyoung’s words and smile became a little stiffer after the teasing, too caught up in his own worries.
Yeosang hardly even noticed they’d all finished eating until Wooyoung laid a hand gently on his arm and he startled. He looked around, noting that all their friends had left at some point.
“Are you still mad at me?” asked Wooyoung quietly. Yeosang shook his head. Any leftover annoyance had dissipated as his anxiety grew.
Wooyoung’s face fell into a bright smile. “Good. I’m sorry for embarrassing you. I just wanted to help with your potion.”
“You helped,” Yeosang managed to respond. Wooyoung’s smile grew into a playful smirk.
“Maybe I should have continued with potions,” he said cheekily.
“Don’t be stupid, you didn’t even pass your OWL,” deadpanned Yeosang.
“That was just a fluke.”
Yeosang rolled his eyes, and the two fell into a comfortable silence as the Great Hall emptied around them.
“Hey,” said Wooyoung softly, breaking the silence as he poked Yeosang in the side. “What’s on your mind?”
Yeosang fidgeted in his seat. “Can we… go somewhere?”
“What do you mean?” asked Wooyoung, confused.
“I mean, there’s somewhere I want to go. Right now.”
“Where?”
“It’s a secret.”
Wooyoung raised an eyebrow at him. “A secret?”
Yeosang nodded.
“Ok, let’s go,” said Wooyoung, immediately standing and holding out his hand for the other. He tried not to notice the way Yeosang’s eyes darted around the room before tentatively taking his hand.
Wooyoung pulled him up and out of the hall before turning to Yeosang expectantly. Then it was Yeosang tugging him along, slightly unsure at first but more assertive as they went, up several winding flights of stairs and through a maze of corridors. Surprisingly, they didn’t run into too many other students despite dinner having just ended. This was usually the time the halls were bustling with activity, but as they ventured farther into the castle the amount of people lessened.
Yeosang dragged him until they rounded a corner and were interrupted by a loud giggle, coming face to face with three Hufflepuff girls. Yeosang unconsciously dropped Wooyoung’s hand like it burned him, causing the other to frown. Yeosang felt slightly guilty.
The three girls stopped in surprise, a bright blush covering one girl’s face as she noticed Wooyoung.
“Oh, Wooyoung, hi!” she squeaked. Yeosang stiffened as she blatantly ignored him.
“Hello,” responded Wooyoung with a bright smile. Yeosang tried to fight back a smirk. Since Wooyoung hadn’t addressed her by name, he clearly had no recollection of who she was. Wooyoung always addressed people by name. It was just one of the little things he did to remind people he paid attention.
“Where are you going?” she asked, smiling shyly at him.
“It’s a secret! Yeosangie is taking me somewhere,” he responded. Her eyes flicked to Yeosang, as if just noticing he was there.
“Oh, I see,” she said awkwardly. Then she focused back on Wooyoung. “So do you have plans for Valentine’s Day?”
“Of course I do!” responded Wooyoung excitedly. “I have a big date planned, but it’s a surprise so I can’t tell.”
Yeosang felt a mix of emotions stirring in his gut. Fondness for his boyfriend. Anxiety over once again falling short in his Valentine’s Day gift. Apprehension over what this girl’s intentions were.
“Will you be in the castle at all? I was hoping to see you,” she continued. So that was her plan. She was planning to try and give Wooyoung a gift.
“Of course, we still have classes,” said Wooyoung, completely oblivious to what she was hinting at. Yeosang tried not to roll his eyes. With a sigh, he stepped forward.
“If you’ll excuse us, we have somewhere to be,” he said stonily, leveling the girl with an icy gaze.
“R-right. Sorry for taking up your time,” she said, shrinking under Yeosang’s glare. No matter how much Yeosang had “softened” since dating Wooyoung, other students around the castle still knew his old reputation. She and her friends huddled together and rushed away, whispering frantically.
“That was a little mean,” said Wooyoung with a pout.
“We have better things to do. Do you even know who she was?” asked Yeosang, quickly moving down the hallway, not checking if Wooyoung was even following.
“Umm… I think she was a fifth year?”
“Why would you even talk to her if you don’t know her?”
“I see what’s going on here,” teased Wooyoung. He grabbed Yeosang’s hand again as he followed him down the hallway. “Don’t worry, Sangie. The only chocolates I want on Valentine’s Day are yours.”
“Who says I’m giving you chocolates?”
“I know you will. I hope you give me homemade ones this year made full of your love!”
“I could barely make a love potion, how am I supposed to make chocolates with love?”
“Well I can just come down to the kitchens with you and make out with you in front of all the house elves then,” said Wooyoung cheekily.
Yeosang stopped, turning to glare at him. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Instead of responding Wooyoung leaned in and pecked him on the cheek. Yeosang’s cheeks quickly grew red and he yanked his hand from Wooyoung’s, turning and speed walking down the hallway.
Wooyoung stood laughing for a moment, and just as he was about to follow Yeosang turned on his heel and came back toward him. Confused, Wooyoung opened his mouth to ask what he was doing when he turned again.
As Yeosang paced, a door began to appear where there had once been empty castle wall. Yeosang stopped his pacing once it fully appeared, marching up to grab an open-mouthed Wooyoung and lead him inside.
Once inside, Wooyoung tried to get a good look at his surroundings as the door closed behind him. But Yeosang already knew what the room looked like, having imagined this scenario before. A simple plush rug sat in the center. To his left was a comfy looking red velvet couch in front of a crackling fireplace. To the right, a four-poster double bed lay with the canopy curtains open. An excess amount of pillows and fluffy blankets sat on top.
“Sangie, is this the Room of Requirement? How did you find it?” Wooyoung asked in awe.
“Just shut up and kiss me,” said Yeosang, grabbing Wooyoung by the front of his robes and pulling him forward to kiss him.
Wooyoung made a noise of surprise, but quickly responded and wrapped his hands around Yeosang’s waist, kissing him back. Yeosang had to hold back a sigh of relief, tension quickly leaving his body. Their kiss remained fairly tame, and it wasn’t long before he felt Wooyoung pulling away.
Unsurprisingly, Wooyoung barely caught a glimpse of Yeosang’s red cheeks before the other was burying his face in Wooyoung’s neck in embarrassment.
Yeosang took a moment to just breathe in the scent of his boyfriend. Vanilla and soft, fresh cotton. He smelled like what Yeosang would imagine a home should smell like. Sweet baked goods and fresh linens. Comfort. Warmth.
As Yeosang began slowly relaxing, he felt as the other brought a hand up to tap the back of his head to bring his face up. Once Yeosang pulled away and looked at Wooyoung with curious eyes he gave a cheeky smile.
“That’s a comfy looking bed there. What were you thinking about that made that appear?” he asked suggestively.
Sure enough, the flush flooded back into Yeosang’s face and he gave Wooyoung a scandalized glare before pushing him away harshly.
Wooyoung stumbled backwards, laughing as his boyfriend pouted at him. That only served to make Yeosang more annoyed.
To avoid Wooyoung seeing and thus later making fun of his pout, Yeosang turned on his heel and marched toward the bed, plopping himself on the edge right as his boyfriend’s laughter died down and silence engulfed the room.
Wooyoung only stared at him from the doorway, too shocked to move.
Yeosang let out an annoyed huff before gesturing obnoxiously to the spot next to him.
“Can you just sit already?” he asked. He tried his best to keep his anxiety from bleeding into his words.
Startled, Wooyoung quickly shuffled over to the bed before sitting down and looking at the other expectantly.
Yeosang was silent, eyes focusing everywhere but Wooyoung. He looked at the soft carpeted floors, the stone walls, anywhere but his boyfriend, trying not to shift under the other’s gaze as he thought about his next words.
“What are you thinking about?” asked Wooyoung quietly, breaking the nervous silence gently.
“I-“ Yeosang began to fidget nervously, unsure of how to start his question. God, how hard was it to ask someone to cuddle. “I feel weird.”
He internally groaned at how stupid he sounded.
“Weird?” repeated Wooyoung, confused. “Weird how?”
“I don’t know,” groaned Yeosang.
“Do you feel sick? Are you hurt anywhere? Did I do something wrong?” Wooyoung started to rapid fire questions at him, growing increasingly more concerned.
“No! Not like that. I feel weird like… I don’t know. Not sick. Just weird.”
“This is sounding an awful lot like you’re going to break up with me or something,” said Wooyoung, his voice small.
Yeosang immediately whipped his gaze to the other only to find him curled in on himself, staring down at his lap.
“No!” yelled Yeosang a little too loudly, causing Wooyoung to flinch. “I don’t want to break up, I just… it’s the opposite, okay?”
Yeosang reached out quickly to grab Wooyoung’s hand, and the other finally looked at him again.
“What’s the opposite of breaking up? Are you trying to say you want to get married or something?” he asked incredulously.
“No! I just… ugh,” Yeosang groaned before taking a deep breath and shifting on the bed, turning his whole body towards the other. “I started feeling… weird after, you know, the thing we did today. Not… definitely not a bad weird. But I don’t know if I would say good. More like uncomfortable, but not because of what we did. But I’ve been fidgety all day and I couldn’t focus on anything and all I can think about is you and… you know.”
For a moment, Wooyoung stared at him in shock. Before finally, his face morphed into a smirk and he gripped Yeosang’s hand more firmly.
Yeosang gulped.
“Yeosangie,” Wooyoung purred, leaning in. “Are you saying you want to make out with me again?”
Yeosang felt as though his face was about to combust from the heat that suddenly rushed to his cheeks.
“I don’t know I’m just saying I… I want to be close to you,” he managed to force out.
At that, Wooyoung couldn’t hold his smirk anymore and his face broke out into a bright, genuine smile. He even let put a small giggle.
“Come here,” he said softly, reaching his free hand up to cup Yeosang’s cheek and pull his face in.
Their lips met softly and Yeosang’s eyes fluttered shut as his free hand reached up to grip Wooyoung’s shirt lightly. Wooyoung’s thumb lightly brushed against Yeosang’s cheekbone, and Wooyoung began to softly move their lips together.
It was unlike the kisses they’d shared before. It was soft and gentle, no expectation for it to lead any further. Just a gentle press of lips and soft movement and the occasional flick of Wooyoung’s tongue against his mouth. Not in an effort to tangle their tongues together like before, but just a soft reminder.
Yeosang had no idea how long they kissed like that. Wooyoung’s hand had moved from his cheek to the back of his head, tangling in Yeosang’s hair but not pulling.
When Wooyoung finally pulled away, he only went so far as to rest his forehead against Yeosang’s, the two still breathing each other’s air. Yeosang kept his eyes closed, feeling overwhelmed despite the innocence of their kiss.
There was no noise in the room apart from their breathing, and Yeosang was lost in the feeling of Wooyoung gently massaging his head where his hand continued to rest.
“I love you, Yeosang,” whispered Wooyoung. Yeosang let out a hum, wanting to respond. But his body felt heavy and relaxed, and his brain was processing at a slower speed than usual. He tried to form words but couldn’t, scrunching his face in distaste and letting out a whine.
“Shhh,” cooed Wooyoung, massaging the nape of his neck. “I know.”
Yeosang let out a hum of approval, and then he felt Wooyoung move away slightly. He was about to voice his discontent when he felt Wooyoung’s hand gently guiding him onto the bed and he was immediately wrapped in the other’s warm embrace. He found himself with his head on Wooyoung’s chest, listening to his heartbeat.
After a moment of just listening, Wooyoung’s soft and quiet voice interrupted the silence.
“I was really worried, you know,” he practically whispered, his hand softly rubbing up and down Yeosang’s spine. “I thought you were really mad at me. And then Seonghwa-hyung started teasing me about how you acted with him when you guys were together. It made me insecure. I want to understand why you’re so hesitant to show affection in front of others with me even though you were fine with him. And I tell myself I understand, but some days it’s hard. But I know it’s hard for you too. I’m just… so happy that the reason you were acting so off was because you were confused and not because you were angry.”
Yeosang tried to think of the right words to say, how to explain himself, even though he himself wasn’t actually sure why he struggled so much.
“I’m sorry,” was all he managed to say. Wooyoung gave him a soft squeeze.
“I know. I’m sorry too. I don’t mean to push you. I want you to be ready for things on your own. And I’ll wait for you, no matter how long it takes.”
Yeosang could only nod against the other’s chest, wishing he was able to respond.
~*~
After their cuddle session in the room of requirement things essentially went back to normal. Yeosang no longer felt like bursting out of his skin to be near Wooyoung, and Wooyoung never tried to go farther than holding his hand in public and quick kisses in private.
He had passed his Amortentia assignment with flying colors, almost exploding from embarrassment when his teacher praised him for how potent his potion was and asked for his secret.
Soon it was February 13th. And this year, Yeosang was prepared. He tried not to be embarrassed about his gifts, knowing Wooyoung loved cheesy and would want romantic style gifts.
The first gift was not something cheesy or romantic, but Yeosang had worked hard on it. He had reached out to a family acquaintance and gotten a photo from Wooyoung’s favourite Quidditch player. In the photo the player was holding a handwritten sign with a message of encouragement to Wooyoung - since Wooyoung was aiming to become a professional Quidditch player himself.
The photo, however, was placed in a frame that Yeosang had handmade and decorated himself. He cringed just thinking about it, the insecure part of himself curling in his gut and warning him that Wooyoung couldn’t possibly like something so cheap and badly made.
The last gift was handmade chocolates. He had used the Room of Requirement as a kitchen and had Seonghwa help him perfect them. After many, many failed attempts they ended up with something edible. Misshapen lumps that vaguely resembled the shapes they were supposed to be. But Yeosang had made them himself, just like Wooyoung had asked.
He was ready for Valentine’s Day. He didn’t plan any special date, knowing Wooyoung was probably excited to plan their day. As much as Wooyoung loved to be surprised, he also loved to plan dates and Valentine’s was his favourite.
Sure enough, as soon as he sat down to dinner in the Great Hall Wooyoung plopped down next to him with a large grin on his face.
“Yeosangie,” he said, trying to get the other to look at him. “Are you excited for our date tomorrow? I have the whole day planned!”
“We have class,” responded Yeosang bluntly. He tried to appear unaffected as Wooyoung latched onto his arm, but he was betrayed by his body as he felt his ears turn red.
“There’s still breakfast! And the breaks between classes! And lunch!”
“You have stuff planned for all of that? When am I supposed to study?” groaned Yeosang.
“You can’t study on Valentine’s Day!” said Wooyoung, thoroughly scandalized.
“Why not?”
“Because it’s the best holiday of the year!”
“No, that’s Halloween.”
“But on Valentine’s Day you get chocolates and presents from the person you love!”
“On Halloween you get free candy and don’t have to buy anything.”
“Why are you so unromantic?” sighed Wooyoung, finally giving up. He released Yeosang’s arm and began pouting into his soup. Yeosang sighed.
“You know I left the whole day open for you,” he said. Wooyoung immediately brightened.
“Whipped,” said San from across the table, pretending to disguise it with an obnoxious cough. Yeosang glared at him and kicked him under the table.
Truthfully, although part of Yeosang was excited the other part of him was full of anxiety. He wasn’t exactly excited to spend his whole day watching their classmates try and give his boyfriend Valentine’s gifts. He couldn’t help but fear that Wooyoung would like someone else’s gifts better.
“Sangie,” came Wooyoung’s voice beside him, a hand waving in front of his view. Yeosang blinked a few times in shock, not having realized how far he spaced out. “What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing, I’m just tired,” responded Yeosang, hoping his smile was convincing. Wooyoung didn’t look convinced, but didn’t press any further, instead launching into a conversation with Mingi about how excited they were for Valentine’s Day.
~*~
Yeosang woke up the morning of the 14th filled with a dual sense of dread and excitement. He had no idea what the holiday would bring him this year. As he listened to the other boys shuffle around him and get ready he let out a sigh before heaving himself out of the bed.
“Sangie,” cooed San, immediately latching on to the smaller boy. “Are you excited for your date?”
Yeosang sighed. “I guess.”
“Wooyoung has something really nice planned for you, I promise you’re going to like it. Don’t worry so much.”
Yeosang raised an eyebrow at San while he attempted to pull on his pants as the other kept an arm draped over his shoulders. “Wooyoung told you what we’re doing?”
“Of course!” exclaimed San, feigning offense. “He wanted to know what our little Sangie would enjoy most. And I am the expert!”
Yeosang rolled his eyes again. “And what about you? Which couple have you decided to make miserable this year?”
“Well, it was so boring last year pulling pranks without you that I decided to do something different this year. I have a date!”
“A date?” questioned Yeosang, pausing in his efforts to knock San’s arm off his shoulders so he could get his shirt on.
“Yep! Jongho is taking me out tonight.”
“Jongho asked you out?”
“Of course not. I told him last week that he would be taking me out tonight. He’s my boyfriend now.”
“Does he get a say in this?”
“Please, that boy has wanted to be my boyfriend since second year.”
“I suppose you’re right. Now will you let go of me so I can get dressed? Our boyfriends are waiting for us for breakfast.”
San grinned back at him before finally lifting himself off the other and gleefully hurrying out of the room without another word. Yeosang really questioned his sanity sometimes. He wondered for a moment if Jongho had been accidentally roped into this thing with San, but immediately banished the thought when he remembered every interaction the two had ever had. Jongho was fully smitten with San.
Fixing the last of his uniform, Yeosang made his way to where San was waiting in the common room before the two exited the dorm.
To Yeosang’s surprise, as soon as he walked out of the door into the dungeons he came face to face with Wooyoung, whose face lit up upon seeing him.
“Yeo!” he exclaimed loudly. “Happy Valentine’s Day!” Wooyoung immediately procured a bouquet of flowers from behind his back, shoving them in Yeosang’s face. The other could only stare, surprised for a moment before San nudged him in the back and he took the flowers.
“Thank you,” murmured Yeosang, still staring at the flowers in shock. The bouquet was made of white roses and honeysuckle.
“You have to carry it with you all day,” said Wooyoung softly. Yeosang only nodded in response, still staring. He didn’t know much about flowers, but was sure Wooyoung knew exactly what he was doing. He would have to look up the meaning later.
“Come on, stop being all lovey dovey I’m hungry,” whined San. Yeosang shot him a glare while Wooyoung laughed, but the three started walking.
“You could have given these to me at breakfast,” said Yeosang while they walked, cheeks heating up as their classmates began to whisper when they walked by.
“No way! Someone else could have given you a present on the way to the Great Hall. I had to stake my claim first,” responded Wooyoung with a wink. Yeosang rolled his eyes, but felt even more heat invade his cheeks. He didn’t really understand it. No one besides Wooyoung would want to give him a Valentine’s gift, he was the one who should be worried about Wooyoung getting a gift from someone else.
Once settled in the Great Hall, Yeosang couldn’t help but feel fidgety and anxious. He put on his best glare as his eyes darted around the room, looking for anyone who looked like they might approach them.
“Did someone confess to Wooyoung this morning? Yeosang looks about ready to kill someone,” asked Yunho not so quietly.
“Nah, Yeo’s just an idiot,” responded San, causing Yeosang to turn his glare towards him.
“Sangie,” cooed Wooyoung, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “No one is going to confess to me, they know I’m yours.”
“Somehow I doubt that,” mumbled Yeosang.
Their breakfast passed uneventfully (other than the screams as the rest of the group found out about San and Jongho), and Yeosang made sure to turn his suspicious glare on everyone in the hallways.
To Yeosang’s surprise, the rest of the day also seemed to pass uneventfully. For the classes he didn’t share with Wooyoung, the other was always there to pick him up as soon as it was over. Yeosang was sure the other was sneaking out of his own classes, but the professors loved him so much they probably turned a blind eye to it. He noticed a few people attempting to approach them with chocolates or gifts, but they were successfully stopped by a look.
That is, until Yeosang walked out of his last class of the day to find Wooyoung not there. Yeosang couldn’t help but feel panic. Had the other been stopped on his way? Caught by someone else? Someone better than Yeosang? Yeosang didn’t want to doubt Wooyoung’s feelings for him, but he was horrendously insecure about how different they were.
Yeosang was so caught up in his own head that he didn’t notice someone approaching him until they cleared their throat awkwardly.
“Yeosang?”
He jumped in surprise and turned his head to find a Ravenclaw seventh year standing in front of him with a small gift in his hands. Yeosang immediately put on a steely glare.
“If you’re planning to give that to my boyfriend, think again,” he practically hissed. The other boy flinched. He awkwardly shifted on his feet, clearing his throat again.
“A-actually,” he started. “It’s for you.”
Yeosang’s jaw immediately dropped in shock. He heard the whispers of his classmates around them but his gaze was frozen on the Ravenclaw boy, waiting for him to start laughing and tell him it was all a prank and he was actually waiting for Wooyoung.
“I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, I know you have a boyfriend but I noticed you back when I was a fifth year. You just used to hate Valentine’s so much and seemed really uninterested in any sort of relationship so I thought I never had a chance. Since it’s my last year I figured I have nothing to lose,” the boy rambled. Yeosang couldn’t even cut him off, too shocked by the turn of events, when he felt a body move next to his and an arm sling around his shoulders.
“Did you need something from my boyfriend?” came Wooyoung’s voice. Yeosang snapped his mouth shut, quickly turning to look at Wooyoung with wide eyes.
Yeosang had never seen the look on his face before. Wooyoung was always friendly, and hardly ever got mad. But the look on his face right now could rival Yeosang’s own icy glare.
“I-I just wanted to give him this gift. It’s just some little things. N-no jewelry or anything! In fact, you both can use it!”
Wooyoung’s suspicious glare didn’t let up, but he held out his hand for the gift, tucking Yeosang closer under his arm.
“You know he doesn’t return your feelings?” continued Wooyoung.
“I know, I’m ok with that! This is just my last year and I wanted to do something nice for him before it was too late,” the boy scrambled to get out. Wooyoung’s face softened.
“Okay,” he said, giving a smile. It was like his personality suddenly did a 180, and he was back to his smiley self. He handed the gift to Yeosang, who took it instinctually. Wooyoung smiled at him, before subtly flicking his head toward the Ravenclaw boy who was still standing there awkwardly.
“Oh! Um... thank you,” said Yeosang quickly. He noticed a soft blush rising to the boy’s face.
“Y-you’re welcome! Have a good Valentine’s Day!” the boy said before hurrying away.
For a minute, Yeosang and Wooyoung stood in silence as their classmates murmured around them, Yeosang staring at the present in his hands.
“We can open it later, everyone is waiting for us in the Gryffindor common room,” murmured Wooyoung. Yeosang nodded, still shocked by the turn of events, and let Wooyoung lead him away from the classroom.
Yeosang barely even registered as Wooyoung lead him through the hallways, arm around his waist, all the way to the Gryffindor common room. He stayed stuck in a daze until San’s loud voice broke through.
“What is that?!”
Yeosang blinked in surprise as his face heated up, looking up to find they had entered the common room. His friends were taking up far too many couches and chairs, forcing the other Gryffindors to sit at tables, and San was staring at the gift in his hands with mischievous glee.
“A Valentine’s gift,” said Wooyoung, plopping into an armchair and pulling Yeosang onto his lap. Yeosang was still a bit too dazed to realize their position.
“You let someone give him a Valentine’s gift?” asked Jongho in disbelief.
“He seemed harmless enough.”
“I thought everyone had gotten the memo to stay away. That poor guy must have been terrified. I admire his bravery.”
That caught Yeosang’s attention.
“Wait, what memo?” he asked, snapping out of his daze. Wooyoung shifted awkwardly underneath him, causing Yeosang to finally realize what position they were in. As he moved away, Wooyoung’s arms tightened around his waist, locking him in his lap.
San spoke up, having been watching the exchange with a smirk.
“Wooyoung personally warned pretty much everyone in the school not to try and confess to you on Valentine’s day. I think he scared the crap out of some third year who he once overheard call you pretty. Kid probably thought he was going to get cursed.”
Yeosang was shocked. He never thought that people would want to confess to him. He knew he wasn’t ugly, but he also thought his personality scared everyone away. Wooyoung was the popular one. He was the one who had to scare people away from Wooyoung.
“You didn’t have to do that,” mumbled Yeosang.
“Wooyoung has a horrible jealous streak. Even before you guys were dating he used to curse anyone who looked at you. Between him and Seonghwa hyung everyone was afraid they’d be killed, cursed, or their family name would be destroyed if they came near you. Why do you think you didn’t receive a lot of confessions?” Said Jongho.
“I don’t know, my personality?”
“Kang Yeosang,” said Wooyoung, pinching his thigh and forcing Yeosang to turn towards him. “Don’t ever say that again.”
“Sorry,” said Yeosang with a grimace.
“I just don’t want to hear you talk about yourself like that,” said Wooyoung with a frown.
“Yeah, Yeosangie, you’re a great person!” said Mingi. “Anyone would be lucky to have you.”
Yeosang felt his face heat up, but he couldn’t say anything. He knew if he tried to argue then this conversation would never end.
“Yeosang,” came Seonghwa’s calm voice. He looked over to find the older staring at him with a serious look. He gestured to the corner of the common room, away from their friends. “Come here.”
With a slight glance at Wooyoung, he immediately got up to follow the older. Once they were out of earshot, Seonghwa spoke softly.
“Don’t be down on yourself, Sangie,” he murmured, grabbing the younger’s hand. “You should let our friends compliment you.”
Yeosang sighed.
“How do you always know what I’m thinking?”
“Because I know you. And I know you still think you aren’t good enough for Wooyoung. I know a few compliments aren’t going to change the way you feel, but you should accept them. Especially from Wooyoung. Do you think he would lie to you?”
“No,” Yeosang mumbled, glancing back at his boyfriend. Wooyoung sat in the chair, smiling at their friends, but Yeosamg could see how his gaze kept flickering over to him and Seonghwa.
He knew Wooyoung was still insecure over his relationship with Seonghwa. Wooyoung would never ask him to stop being friends with him, nor did he not trust him, but Yeosang knew he’d left a scar that would take a long time to heal.
“Just talk to Wooyoung about how you’re feeling,” Seonghwa continued, brushing Yeosang’s hair away from him face.
“You always say that, but it’s a lot harder than it sounds.”
“I know, I just hope that one day you’ll actually take my advice. But you don’t have to rush it, Wooyoung will wait forever for you.”
“I don’t want to make him wait forever.”
“I know.”
“It’s just hard.”
“I know.”
“Why am I like this? Everything was so easy with you,” Yeosang mumbled, almost unconsciously.
“That’s a conversation I think you need to have with Wooyoung. But not tonight, tonight you should enjoy your romantic date. Let yourself be pampered and complimented.”
Yeosang felt his cheeks heat up. “Yeah, well you should have gotten yourself a date too! When are you finally going to say yes to Hongjoong-hyung?” he asked, deflecting the conversation.
“Actually… Hongjoong and I have been dating for two months,” said Seonghwa shyly.
“What!?” Yeosang screamed, causing a few heads, including those of their friends, to turn their way.
“Shhh, it’s a secret!”
“How could you keep this a secret from me?”
“We didn’t want to tell anyone until we were certain it would work out.”
“And now you’re certain?”
He watched as a blush crept onto Seonghwa’s face. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Hey!” came Wooyoung’s loud shout, bursting the weird bubble of privacy that had formed around them. “Stop hogging my boyfriend on Valentine’s Day,” he whined.
Seonghwa chuckled, leading Yeosang back over to the group.
“Sorry, we had something important to discuss.”
“More important than this mystery gift Yeosang received? I’ve been dying to know what’s inside can we pleeeeease open it?” asked San.
“No,” said Wooyoung, sticking out his tongue. “It’s for me and Yeosang only.”
“Then why did you put it in the middle of the table for all of us to stare at?”
“Anyways!” said Wooyoung, slapping his hands down onto the armrests as he ignored San’s whines. “We have a romantic date to get to, as I’m sure all of you do too.”
He stood up, wrapping an arm around Yeosang’s waist.
“Romance is overrated,” whined San.
“You literally have a boyfriend,” retorted Wooyoung.
San shrugged. “Fine, then isn’t flaunting your relationship in front of the very single Seonghwa and Hongjoong hyungs mean?”
“Are you dumb? Those two have their own romantic date to get to, they’ve been dating behind our backs for months,” Wooyoung stated as if it was obvious.
Seonghwa choked on air as the rest of their friends began shouting in surprise, Wooyoung taking the opportunity to lead Yeosang away unnoticed.
“How did you know?” Yeosang asked as they exited the common room.
“Actually Hongjoong told me a while ago,” said Wooyoung with a cheeky grin. Yeosang blinked in surprise as Wooyoung pulled him down the corridor. He hadn’t been aware Wooyoung and Hongjoong were that close.
“Really? Seonghwa didn’t even tell me until today,” Yeosang trailed off into a mumble, brow furrowed. Wooyoung slowed down to walk beside him, swinging their hands. The corridor was unsurprisingly empty, most students celebrating the holiday in Hogsmeade or the dorms.
“Don’t overthink it. Hongjoong threatened me with my life because apparently he and Seonghwa swore not to tell anyone. Seonghwa was just keeping his promise.”
“I just wasn’t aware that you and Hongjoong were that close.” It didn’t bother Yeosang that they were close friends, more that Wooyoung hadn’t told him.
“We started getting close last year. First through talking about Quidditch and then when you and Seonghwa were… dating… we had another thing in common.”
Yeosang was silent for a moment, unsure what to say.
“I’m sorry,” he finally whispered.
“You don’t have to apologize anymore, Sangie. You did what you thought was right.”
Yeosang nodded softly and a comfortable silence settled over them. Yeosang trailed his eyes along the castle walls, admiring the castle architecture until suddenly Wooyoung pulled him to a stop in the middle of the hallway.
“Woo?” he asked. Wooyoung gave him a bright, mischievous grin. Yeosang glanced down the hallway around them, but they hadn’t even stopped in front of a door, just a plain stretch of wall.
“Do you trust me?” asked Wooyoung. Yeosang cocked an eyebrow.
“With my life? Yes. Not to get us in trouble? No.”
Wooyoung rolled his eyes.
“Please, we get in trouble all the time.”
Yeosang couldn’t exactly refute his statement. While they had obviously toned down the disruptive pranks on each other, they still liked to cause a little chaos every once in a while.
Wooyoung’s grin broadened at Yeosang’s silence, and before Yeosang could question him he casually placed his hand on the wall and pushed down on one of the stones.
Yeosang’s mouth dropped open as the stone sunk in and the wall suddenly began to fall away, leaving a dank passage. It was dark and dirty, probably full of cobwebs, but Yeosang was infinitely curious where it led.
“How did you find this?” he asked.
“I have my ways,” said Wooyoung cheekily. Yeosang snorted at him, slapping his arm. He had no doubt it was the help of one of the castle ghosts (Nearly Headless Nick was particularly fond of their relationship) or the Fat Lady, whose gambling addiction had yet to calm down.
“Where does it lead?” continued Yeosang.
“You’ll have to come with me and find out.”
Yeosang turned to find Wooyoung holding out his hand. Yeosang glanced back into the dank passageway before shifting his gaze back to his boyfriend, who merely cocked his head toward the entryway.
With a sigh, Yeosang took his hand.
As the passageway closed back up behind them, the two had only the lights of their wands to guide them. The passage narrowed, and eventually the two boys had to crouch down despite not being particularly tall in stature.
Wooyoung had to let go of his hand so they could walk single file, and Yeosang felt his knees begin to burn from the strain of walking while crouched.
“Wooyoung, how much further is it?” he asked, not wanting to complain but getting really tired of walking.
“We’re almost there, baby, I promise.”
Yeosang almost tripped at the use of the pet name, but Wooyoung seemed to have not even noticed he said it.
Finally, Yeosang noticed a light ahead of them. He followed Wooyoung as they pushed through what appeared to be an opening covered in dirt and leaves, only to be greeted by an incredible sight.
They were in a large greenhouse, one Yeosang assumed was not for students. The greenhouse was wide and open and full of what appeared to be bioluminescent plants. Mushrooms and flowers and leaves glowed in soft shades of blue, green, magenta, white, and more. To top in all off, the entirety of the greenhouse was lit by an aurora of light that seemed to originate from one specific plant that was growing in multiple areas.
“They’re called Lumerium Auroros. More commonly called the Aurora Flower. I know you’re not big on herbology and plants, but I remembered you said you’ve always wanted to see the Northern Lights, and, well, this is the closest I could get. I know it’s not the same, we’re not outside and there are no stars and there’s no snow, but I hope that for now this will do.”
Yeosang couldn’t even cut off Wooyoung’s rambling, too overwhelmed. The colors surrounded him, making him feel as if he were standing directly in the middle of the aurora.
He couldn’t believe Wooyoung had remembered. Yeosang loved the stars and astronomy, and he’d confessed one late night on the astronomy tower that it was his dream to see the Northern Lights. Wooyoung promised him that he’d take him one day. They’d both been tired at the time, minds fuzzy, so Yeosang didn’t think Wooyoung would remember. He should have known better.
He turned back to Wooyoung, realizing he’d wandered more than a few steps inside the greenhouse, and gave him a watery smile.
“I love it,” he whispered.
“You do?” asked Wooyoung, still nervous. Yeosang held out his hand, watching as Wooyoung took a few steps forward to grab it.
“I really do,” said Yeosang, pulling Wooyoung closer. “Thank you.”
Finally, Wooyoung let out a bright grin.
“That’s not all!” This time, Wooyoung pulled Yeosang again. He pulled him deeper into the greenhouse, around a group of tall glowing mushrooms and into a wide open area. In the center sat a thick blue blanket, picnic basket already laid on top. Directly above the blanket was a skylight, the stars peeking through.
Yeosang’s stomach growled at the sight of the basket.
“Hungry?” asked Wooyoung with a chuckle. Yeosang nodded as a light blush dusted his face. Wooyoung led them over to the blanket, pulling Yeosang down to the ground with him. “I made your favourite.”
With that, Wooyoung pulled out a container of fried chicken.
~*~
Hours later, the two lay on the blanket, Yeosang’s head on Wooyoung’s chest. Due to the heat in the greenhouse the two had stripped out of their heavy robes and ties, shoes kicked off somewhere to the side. Yeosang’s slacks had ridden up his calf where their legs were tangled together.
It was nice. Cuddling. Yeosang was a big fan of cuddling, but far too embarrassed to do it very often. So having another opportunity to do it without the chance of someone walking in on them made him exceptionally relaxed.
Wooyoung’s soft voice broke through the peaceful silence.
“Yeosang, are you awake?” he asked. Yeosang hummed in response. “It’s almost curfew.”
Yeosang gave another noncommittal hum, blinking heavily.
“I wanted to give you your gifts before we go back.”
That woke Yeosang up. “Gifts?” he asked, raising his head. “You mean there’s more?”
“Of course. This was the date, silly, not your gift,” said Wooyoung, lifting himself onto his elbows. Reluctantly, Yeosang lifted himself into a sitting position.
He chewed on his bottom lip, looking down at the blanket as Wooyoung followed him up. Wooyoung had gotten him gifts too? Yeosang couldn’t help but feel that his valentine’s preparations were once again inadequate.
“Hey, what are you thinking about?” asked Wooyoung, placing a hand on Yeosang’s chin to move his gaze upward.
“Nothing. I… I have gifts for you too,” said Yeosang, trying not to cringe. Wooyoung only smiled at him.
“Let me go first!” he said. Yeosang nodded, despite knowing his gifts would pale in comparison to Wooyoung’s. “Ta-da!”
Wooyoung held up two small boxes, one around the size of Yeosang’s palm, the other a long rectangle. Yeosang took the palm sized one first, untying the ribbon around it before slowly lifting the lid.
He let out a gasp. Inside was a bracelet made of a shiny silver chain, a small charm hanging off the end that glittered with what looked suspiciously like diamonds. Delicately, Yeosang lifted it out of the box to get a closer look. As he did, he noticed an aurora of colors reflecting between the stones and that they were set in a specific shape, thin pieces of silver connecting them.
“It’s in the shape of the gemini constellation. For your birthday. And the diamonds are enchanted to create an aurora when you look at them. That way when you’re feeling down, you can look at them and the constellation will remind you of the stars and the lights will, hopefully, remind you of me. Of this night.”
“Wooyoung,” Yeosang softly cut off Wooyoung’s rambling. “It’s incredible.”
Wooyoung smiled sheepishly. “Can I help you put it on?”
Yeosang nodded, holding out his wrist. Wooyoung gently took the bracelet, fastening the small clasp around his wrist. That was when Yeosang noticed something glittering on Wooyoung’s wrist as well. He quickly reached out to snatch Wooyoung’s arm and bring it closer.
A matching bracelet, but the constellation of Sagittarius. He glanced up at Wooyoung’s face to find him blushing.
“This way we match,” Wooyoung whispered. “And everyone will be able to see that you’re mine and I’m yours.”
Yeosang felt his own face heat up at those words, heart doing a dramatic flip in his chest. Normally upon hearing something so cheesy he would push the other away and say something snarky to hide his embarrassment, but something about this moment stopped him. He found himself still hanging onto the other’s wrist, staring at their bracelets next to each other.
“I…” he started in a soft whisper.
“What?” Wooyoung whispered back.
“I want to wear yours.”
“Huh?”
Yeosang licked his lips, taking a deep breath and looking at Wooyoung’s face. “I want to wear yours. Your constellation. And I want you to wear mine.”
His face was flaming at this point, and he watched as an equally strong blush rose to Wooyoung’s face.
“Okay,” he said immediately, quickly freeing himself from Yeosang’s hold to grasp his wrist this time and unclasp the bracelet. Then he unclasped his own and fastened it to Yeosang’s wrist before replacing his with Yeosang’s.
Yeosang pulled his hand up to his face to inspect the charm that now hung from his wrist. Sagittarius.
“I didn’t know you were so romantic,” said Wooyoung cheekily, shattering the moment. This time, Yeosang didn’t hesitate to shove him. Wooyoung let out a loud and squeaky laugh as he dramatically fell on top of the blanket.
“Don’t make fun of me,” pouted Yeosang, a lot whinier than he intended.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” said Wooyoung, trying to pull back his giggles. He sat up again and reached up to guide Yeosang’s hands away from where they covered his face. “Do you want to open your other gift?”
“I can’t believe you got me two,” said Yeosang, pout growing stronger.
“This one isn’t as exciting as the last one,” Wooyoung said, grin growing wider.
“Still, this is already too much.”
“Nothing is too much when it comes to you,” said Wooyoung, holding out the other box.
Yeosang rolled his eyes but gently grabbed the box from him. Like the last gift, he softly untied the ribbon before lifting the lid. When he saw what was inside, he inhaled sharply in shock.
“How did you get this?” he asked, reaching out a finger to delicately stroke the soft silver feather inside.
It was a quill, but not just any quill. This particular quill was made from the feather of a silver hippogriff. Obtaining a hippogriff feather was extremely difficult and dangerous, but it was somewhat of a myth among students that if you managed to get your hands on one you would pass all of your exams. Of course there was no real substance behind the myth, it was just something of a psychological good luck charm. As they were halfway through their sixth year Yeosang had already begun stressing about their N.E.W.T.s next year.
Wooyoung really paid attention to every little detail.
“It wasn’t hard to get if you know the right people. I just wanted to help relieve a bit if your stress. I know there’s no proof, but hopefully it can be a good luck charm for you for the next two years.”
“Thank you,” Yeosang whispered, unable to stop his hands from running along the feather once again. It’s metallic color was surprisingly soft.
He finally glanced up to find Wooyoung smiling softly at him. He felt his face turn red and quickly put the quill back in the box, clearing his throat.
“My turn?” asked Wooyoung cheekily. Yeosang fidgeted before he let out a sigh.
“I’m sorry. I can get you something better, I promise,” said Yeosang, staring down at the blanket as he pulled his gifts out of the pocket of his robes.
“Sangie,” said Wooyoung, grabbing Yeosang’s wrist instead of taking the presents. “Nothing you get me could ever be bad. I know that whatever it is, you put all of your effort into it and that makes it special.”
Yeosang gave a soft nod but didn’t look up. He felt Wooyoung take the packages from his hands, the soft rustling of paper echoing through the greenhouse. Then he heard a small gasp of surprise.
“Yeosang, did you make this?”
Yeosang chanced a glance up to see Wooyoung holding his embarrassingly decorated picture frame.
“Sorry, I know it’s lame I ju-“
“I love it,” Wooyoung cut him off, reaching out a hand to cup his cheek and guide his gaze up. “Seriously I do. I know it must have been hard for you. It’s special to me because you made it, I think it’s really cute. And I know it must have taken a lot to get this picture. The message means even more because I know it comes from you too.”
Yeosang’s blush deepened, and he resisted the urge to duck his head again. He didn’t know how Wooyoung always managed to make him feel lighter.
“Can I open the other one?” asked Wooyoung softly. Yeosang nodded, watching as his boyfriend picked up the crudely wrapped bag. He quickly opened it, spotting the misshapen chocolate inside before giving Yeosang a bright smile.
“Did you make these?” he asked, seeming to be almost in awe.
“Y-yeah. Sorry, I know they suck. I’ve never made chocolate before and Seonghwa had to help me a lot but those were the best ones we made. You asked me to make you chocolate so I really wanted to get it do-“
Yeosang cut himself off as Wooyoung grabbed one of the chocolates and popped it into his mouth with a smile. He made a dramatic show of chewing and swallowing.
“It’s delicious,” he said. “Do you want to taste?”
Shocked, Yeosang found himself nodding without thinking. He held out his hand for one of the chocolates, but Wooyoung had other plans.
Yeosang watched as Wooyoung placed another piece into his own mouth and barely had time to register his own confusion before the other surged forward and connected their lips. Yeosang’s mouth opened in shock and Wooyoung wasted no time in shoving his tongue inside, the piece of chocolate coming with it. Wooyoung pulled away just in time as Yeosang instinctively but down.
Yeosang stared at him with wide eyes as he chewed, his face on fire while Wooyoung only grinned back at him.
“Sweet, right?” Wooyoung asked innocently. Yeosang swallowed.
“I hate you,” he said, immediately taking a deep breath. He felt as thought he had forgotten to breathe for a few moments.
“Aww, Yeosangie! That’s not what you’re supposed to say on Valentine’s day!” whined Wooyoung. Yeosang ignored him, turning away to start gathering his things.
“It’s almost curfew, we don’t want to be late,” he said sternly. He knew the tips of his ears were red, but refused to give Wooyoung the satisfaction of acknowledging it. Of course, no one would have disturbed them in the greenhouse but Yeosang had been wholly unprepared for Wooyoung to attempt anything like that. He didn’t even know how he thought of something like that.
He could feel Wooyoung’s smirk directed at his back and immediately grabbed the other’s robes and launched them at him blindly, hearing a satisfying “oof” as they connected with his target.
~*~
If he allowed Wooyoung to sneak into his bed late that night to cuddle him to sleep, no one said anything about it the next day.