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Jihoon buried his head in his pillow, screaming his head out.
Siwoo took a glance at him, undeterred. “What happened?”
Minseok finished glossing his lips, smiling to himself in the mirror. “Ho-ssip,” he answered simply.
Siwoo’s eyebrow raised. “He just read about it?”
“Yep.”
“Pitiful young man.”
Jihoon ruffled his hair angrily, stomping outside their room and plopping himself down a couch in the Slytherin’s common room.
How the fuck could someone succeed in earning the right to date Hogwarts’s resident sweetheart when Jihoon himself didn’t have the ability to cross that fucking line? He huffed, taking the paper out once more.
Jihoon wasn’t a fan of it, this newspaper.
It first emerged when Jihoon was just a first-year student. His first thought was that the name was tacky. Like, seriously? Ho-ssip?
Jihoon quickly learned why it was named that way: although it claims to be a Hogwarts newspaper, it’s just a bunch of popular gossips surrounding the castle which the people behind it write about to disseminate info. Jihoon doesn’t like gossip so he didn’t really care about it.
Not until his Sanghyeok-hyung’s name was on the headline of the day’s news.
Ho-ssip: Your Very Own Hogwarts Newspaper
Lee Sanghyeok: Is Hogwarts’s Sweetheart Finally Dating?
By Anonymous
Whomever this guy his (his?) Sanghyeok-hyung is suspected to be dating, Jihoon decided he doesn’t deserve Sanghyeok-hyung.
Jihoon rolled his eyes, deciding to finally read the damn paper. (He read the title a few minutes ago and lost his mind.)
Lee Sanghyeok is everyone’s resident sweetheart. He’s everybody’s treasure. Hogwarts’s very own jewel. So, when one source stated that Lee Sanghyeok, our treasure, our jewel, more precious than diamonds or the twinkling stars in the sky or the cheat sheet for the Defense Against the Dark Arts Test, is suspected to be in a relationship, it makes one think–is there somebody out there deserving of his love? (Editor’s note: please refrain from putting subjective facts. Thank you.) (Another editor’s note: the sweetheart part isn’t subjective. Thank you for your consideration!)
The problem lies that we do not know for sure the identity of the mystery guy our sweetheart is dating. But our paper would not have survived this long if our personnel did not have the capability to investigate the identity of mystery guy.
During our investigation, we have identified multiple suspects.
Jihoon’s eyebrow raised. He felt hot–bothered. Why are there many people out for Sanghyeok-hyung’s heart? I mean, yes, he’s very pretty and beautiful and lovely and perfect but that is not an excuse to thirst for the man. Jihoon’s man in particular.
Jihoon blushed at the fantasy of calling Sanghyeok his man. He pulled the paper higher to hide his reddened cheek.
The flustered expression quickly morphed into irritation as he continued to read once more.
In this article, we examine the three candidates of the identity of mystery guy: Kim Hyukkyu, Han Wangho, or Bae Seongwoong.
Jihoon got up from his seat, deciding to stalk follow Lee Sanghyeok to ensure the identity of this mystery guy, and whether they’re taking care of Sanghyeok-hyung.
Jihoon got out of the dungeons, his steps purposeful, eyes fiery with a fierce determination; he shall not go back until he has his answers–who is Sanghyeok-hyung dating?
No one deserves his Sanghyeok-hyung. And when he knows about this mystery guy, he’s gonna beat him to a pulp for tainting his hyung.
On to the first destination: the Greenhouse.
Our first suspect is a Hufflepuff, Kim Hyukkyu.
We know that Kim Hyukkyu and Lee Sanghyeok is on the same year and of the same age. As such, it is not unreasonable to assume that through years and years of being together, something deeper than friendship blossomed amongst the two. It is also essential to note that these are year seven’s top students we’re talking about–day by day, they battle each other to determine who’s worthy of being called the most intelligent student of year seven. Is this the ‘academic rivals-to-lovers’ trope that we’re all anticipating?
“Fuck your ‘academic rivals-to-lovers’ trope, it’s disgusting.” Jihoon muttered angrily to himself, almost ripping the paper.
Jihoon can too! He just needs to set his mind to it and he can be a top student! That’s nothing!
Jihoon decided to pointedly ignore a voice in his head whispering he almost failed DADA. (In his defense, Professor Score was a bitch.)
Kim Hyukkyu is known to be one of the students that adores plants, frequently seen in the greenhouse. His love for plants may have extended to Lee Sanghyeok where the latter is seen cradling flowers in his arms, smiling subtly but without a doubt.
Kim Hyukkyu is one of the volunteers that nurses the protected section of the greenhouse where such pretty flowers can be found.
So, the fact that Sanghyeok received such magical flowers that plebians cannot even dream about having stirs doubt in our hearts. If Hyukkyu isn’t in love with him, why would he sacrifice such rarity just to see Sanghyeok’s smile?
Suspicious.
When Jihoon entered not-so-quietly in the Greenhouse, he immediately crouched down hiding behind a potted plant seeing silhouettes of two people talking. He peeked at the edge of the pot, mindful that he’s taller figure will not knock it down to avoid getting caught because well, he looks more than creepy spying on others’ conversation, before his mouth opened, his hand shooting up to silence the loud gasp threatening to fall.
It’s Sanghyeok-hyung!
And Kim Hyukkyu, I guess.
Jihoon huffed, frowning bitterly.
Why are they talking alone in the woods?
Well, technically not woods-woods but in Jihoon’s defense this part of the greenhouse is full of woods-
“That suits you,” Hyukkyu muttered, too soft for Jihoon’s liking, effectively cutting off his train of thoughts.
His Sanghyeok-hyung raised his gaze from where he’s cradling something in his gentle hands, asking Hyukkyu in an equally soft voice but infinitely lovelier that seemed to challenge the beauty of the flowers protected in the greenhouse for their innate beauty and rarity, “what is?”
‘Everything.’ Jihoon whispered in his mind.
“The flowers. It suits you,” Hyukkyu threw a glance at the bundle of flowers Sanghyeok is holding dearly. Jihoon squinted, seeing a glimpse of a handful of carnations neatly trimmed and tied. It’s pretty that even a brute like Jihoon notices it.
But, in his humble opinion, the holder is immensely lovelier.
Without a doubt.
Sanghyeok’s lips quirked slightly, a tiny manifestation of the joy he feels.
“Thank you,” he breathed out, and adding “it is very pretty.”
Hyukkyu nodded in agreement, reaching out a hand to the side of Sanghyeok’s head, removing a leaf from his hair.
They both froze, staring at each other, seemingly frozen in time as if fate itself decided that this moment shall be captured and kept throughout the remainder of its existence.
And Jihoon’s heart churned painfully.
Will there be a time Sanghyeok will smile like that to him? Where he’d look up at Jihoon tenderly? Where he’d talk to him in his soft voice about anything and everything?
Will he?
Jihoon got up, surprisingly quiet in his gait, walking away, head bowed down in defeat.
I guess the academic rivals-to-lovers trope really works?
‘No, not all tropes work. I’ll continue investigating.’
Jihoon isn’t known as a pussy that gives up due to one mishap.
No. He’ll continue looking for mystery guy.
There is a reason that there are three candidates for mystery guy. If that was enough to say Hyukkyu was the one who Sanghyeok fell for, then his name would’ve been plastered in the halls of Hogwarts already.
But it isn’t.
So, there’s no reason that Jihoon’s gonna start writing ‘coward’ in his resume starting today–he’s gonna look for mystery guy.
And his next destination would be the library.
Next one is Han Wangho, Lee Sanghyeok’s very own junior.
Lee Sanghyeok is noted in adoring his junior, the Ravenclaw’s social butterfly, Han Wangho. It did not come as a surprise that Wangho is acquainted with Sanghyeok–his friends with y’all and y’all’s mothers, even without taking into account that they’re from the same house. (Editor’s note: please use formal language next time. Thank you.)
Han Wangho is popular, friends with everybody, and is kind–an epitome of Mr. Ideal. And what suits Mr. Ideal if not Lee Sanghyeok, himself?
Wangho and Sanghyeok is frequently seen studying together at the library, mumbling and chuckling quietly to themselves. It is publicly accepted that Sanghyeok is distant, an embodiment of his light–unreachable, unattainable, gloriously far; can be seen but can’t be touched. So, the moment his eyes crinkled, his lips curling, and his head throwing back slightly, a question pops to mind.
What changes a person’s cold demeanor, turning the ice in their veins into water, flowing majestically for the eyes to feast upon?
That’s right. Love.
“…what the heck are you doing?” Kiin asked Jihoon who’s hiding behind a book rack, clearly spying on someone.
“Shhh! They’ll hear us, hyung!” Jihoon whisper-screamed in panic, shushing his Hufflepuff hyung.
“Who’s they- oh,” understanding dawned on Kiin after seeing Jihoon pout upsettably when Han Wangho seated himself beside Lee Sanghyeok.
“I’ll leave you to your dreams,” Kiin mumbled, walking away. Jihoon looked at him, about to ask for help but the former only waved his book, slapping a Woochan awake on his way out. Jihoon blew a puff of air, miffed but couldn’t be bothered to act on it.
Jihoon focused once more on his task. He huffed, noting in vain that no matter how much he craned his neck, he cannot hear their conversation.
And that they’re close.
So close that if Jihoon were to even slightly push Wangho’s head, they’d end up kissing.
But! No worries! Jihoon isn’t planning on pushing Wangho’s head or something like that! It’s safe!
Jihoon bit his lip, wailing inside in agony as Sanghyeok leaned his head closer to Wangho who did the same, whispering on his ears, the mirth in his eyes obvious. Wangho giggled, his face lighting up and swatting softly at Sanghyeok’s arms. Wangho giddily tugged at his uniform, and doing what Jihoon could possibly surmised as whining.
‘Tsk. If that was me, I wouldn’t whine. I wouldn’t make it hard for Sanghyeok-hyung. ‘
His Sanghyeok-hyung whispered more words to Wangho, his lips somehow always curled up in delight, playfully bumping his shoulder against Wangho whom, in turn, pouted at his teasing.
Jihoon’s lips curled in disgust.
‘Bastard. How could he not die of embarrassment doing that? He’s so shameless! So shameless! Is this how people act in this generation? This little shit. Asshole. Motherfucker. Goddamned-‘
The curses Jihoon managed to wring out on his head was stuck, his breath stuttering into an almost painful halt–dumbfounded.
Wangho leaned towards Sanghyeok, his hair nearly caressing the soft, porcelain skin of his Sanghyeok-hyung, whispering conspiratorially under his breath.
That wasn’t what made Jihoon stop.
It’s Sanghyeok. And how pretty he looks.
Because his hyung flushed adorably–from the tips of his ears, the entirety of his face to the expanse of his neck Jihoon managed to see, and the subtle, embarrassed pout on his lips, his eyes widening a fraction.
He’s oh, so lovely. Beautiful. Ethereal. One of a kind. Out of this world. A beauty that can only be read at the books, can only be described in fantasy films, the kind of beauty where no person will be able to deny.
The beauty that Jihoon is cursed to long for in eternity.
Not his.
Definitely not his.
Jihoon is not that much of a masochist. And he had a little bit of respect for himself.
So, he packed his books, depositing it onto his satchel and walking away, forgetting the sight of the ethereal Sanghyeok to stop his eyes from blurring.
Jihoon is sulking.
That alone is obvious with the way his eyebrows are knitted tightly together, to the way he pouted, clearly upset, and the way his shoulders are hunched, defeated but stubborn.
He’s sulking. And sad. And mad. At himself, not Sanghyeok.
Why did he have to be such a coward? Why couldn’t he come out and tell Sanghyeok he likes him? Why couldn’t he try his hardest to do something that he may have a chance in acquiring the right to Sanghyeok’s heart?
Instead, he used his youthful days glaring at every person close to Sanghyeok, jealousy burning in his veins. Rather than doing something, he used the better parts of his time daydreaming about what it would feel like to be Sanghyeok’s lover, to hold his hand, to kiss him, to be close to him.
Well, he can’t do that now, can’t he?
He sighed, berating himself. ‘That’s what you get Jeong Jihoon for not trying hard enough. See? You can’t even finish stalki- ehem, following and investigating who Sanghyeok-hyung’s mystery guy is. AND you’re sulking? Truly a shameless basta-
“Jihoon-ah.”
Jihoon’s shoulder tensed, his breaths stopping. His eyes shook with the intensity of the emotions swirling inside of him–panic, joy, sadness, delight, hurt, and love.
Jihoon knows that voice.
He’d knew his voice whether Jihoon was blind. Or sick. Or drunk. Or busy. Or out of his mind.
Jihoon would recognize that voice in the midst of screaming masses.
Jihoon slowly looked up, immediately greeted by a delicately smiling face.
Jihoon stared in awe.
“Sanghyeok-hyung,” he managed to utter breathlessly, his name the only clear thought that Jihoon could manifest–his name the only thing his mouth could utter amidst the chaos on his mind.
“What are you doing?” Sanghyeok asked in a soft, smooth voice likened to the tofu Jihoon munched during lunch. No–it was softer than tofu! It’s like a cloud! Or, or cotton! Or the pillow everybody fought for in sleepovers!
Honestly, Jihoon didn’t know. He thinks there’s none comparable to how Sanghyeok’s voice sounded so soft.
“I, uh- I, uh-“ Jihhon quickly smacked himself internally, trying to muster a good impression to Sanghyeok. “I’m doing nothing, hyung…” he answered unhelpfully.
Sanghyeok didn’t seem to mind considering he chuckled slightly, plopping himself beside Jihoon. “Can I do nothing with you, then?” He asked, a playful glint on his eyes.
“O-of course, hyung…” Jihoon answered, awkwardly stretching his lips–a poor excuse of a smile.
‘Wait, why is Hogwarts’s precious Sanghyeokie-hyung sitting beside me willing to do “nothing?” Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-‘
“What are you thinking about?” Sanghyeok tilted his head, directing all his attention to Jihoon who’s having an identity crisis.
“O-oh, nothing, hyung…” he answered dumbly. Still, Jihoon felt pride filling his insides at the way Sanghyeok chuckled once more–the edges of his eyes crinkling cutely just as Jihoon remembered, his lips stretched comfortably in joy.
If what it takes for Sanghyeok to laugh so happily, so comfortably is Jihoon being dumb, then Jihoon is the stupidest person to ever walked on Earth.
Only for his Sanghyeok-hyung.
“There’s many ‘nothings’ in your life, huh, Jihoonie.” He teased.
‘He fucking called me Jihoonie-‘
“Well, would you be my something, then, hyung?” Jihoon blurted out, his mouth running before his brain could even have a chance to process whatever it was.
Sanghyeok’s eyes slowly widened, his mouth opening slightly in a silent gasp, freezing in place.
Oh, Jihoon…
‘You dumb fuck.’
Jihoon looked back at Sanghyeok in horror.
“Hyung, no, I-I meant, uh, h-hyung-“ Jihoon waved his hands to try and salvage his sinking ship.
Sanghyeok seemed to take a hold of himself too, eyes shining. His hyung was about to retort until.
“Yah, Sanghyeok!” A voice called, both of them freezing.
Sanghyeok immediately pulled back just as Jihoon noticed they’re faces got closer with how messy the situation was.
“Seongwoong-hyung,” Sanghyeok called back at the running figure of somebody clothed in red robes.
Jihoon rolled his eyes, secretly sneering.
Jihoon blinked, pursing his lips in apology when he caught the exasperated smile on Sanghyeok’s face.
“That’s not very nice, Jihoonie.”
“Sorry, hyung.”
Sanghyeok only smiled back at him fondly.
“I was looking for you,” Seongwoong stated, addressing Sanghyeok who looked back up at him.
Jihoon discreetly held his beating heart.
By Salazar Slytherin, he’s fond of me! He’s fond of me, he’s fond of me, he’s fond of me-‘
“Sure, hyung. Let’s go practice.” Sanghyeok stated, earning a smile from Seongwoong.
Jihoon snapped his attention back to Sanghyeok, pointedly ignoring Seongwoong.
“Practice?” He repeated, Sanghyeok nodding at him in return.
“Seongwoong-hyung and I are going to practice quidditch. Do you wanna come?” Sanghyeok invited.
Jihoon masked his disappointment, smiling cheerfully at Sanghyeok. “It’s okay, hyung! You go. I’ll stay here for a while.”
Sanghyeok blinked for a moment, staring at Jihoon, examining his over-the-top smile. In the end, he sighed. “If you’re sure…”
“I’m sure, hyung! You enjoy, ‘kay?” Sanghyeok nodded, standing up and walking beside Seongwoong who immediately started chattering. Jihoon stared at their retreating figure, his smile slowly dissipating. Sanghyeok looked back worriedly which prompted another fake smile at Jihoon’s face. Jihoon waved at him as Sanghyeok smiled back fondly. Jihoon’s cheeks hurt with how forced his smile was, finally dropping it when he couldn’t see the back of Sanghyeok anymore.
The third and last one is no other than Lee Sanghyeok’s best friend and senior, Bae Seongwoong.
The two is frequently seen together, a testament to their strong bond. It has been reported that the two have been childhood best friends, deciding to go to Hogwarts together. And in the midst of unfamiliar faces, the two only have each other to hold on to. Wouldn’t this make one fall for the person who stood beside you in your ups and down? The person who stayed beside you for eternity? For the better and worse part of your life?
Bae Seongwoong is such a person; when Lee Sanghyeok was having a hard time adjusting to social norms, Seongwoong stayed beside him as his only friend; when Sanghyeok was having an all-nighter studying for exams, Seongwoong stayed awake with him; when Sanghyeok was having a hard time learning quidditch, the captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team stayed behind and helped him.
If we are to ask who fitted the title of “Mr. Perfect” with the exception of Lee Sanghyeok, Bae Seongwoong would be the name we will utter.
Jihoon squished the hope that bloomed in him.
Sanghyeok was kind. To everybody. Jihoon was no exception.
And Jihoon was a fool for thinking he had the chance when Sanghyeok was just being nice.
Ah, fuck. Jihoon’s starting to despise himself.
“Yah, Jihoon-ah, where were you? You skipped dinner without saying anything!” Siwoo slapped his shoulder, scolding him. Jihoon pursed his lips, blinking rapidly. He felt ashamed; guilty; regretful that he did not even notice time moved by.
“I didn’t feel like it, hyung. I’ll go first.”
“Yah-“ Jihoon stood up, walking back to the dungeons, completely ignoring Siwoo’s calls.
Jhoon poked at his food, sighing defeatedly.
Siwoo stopped munching his food, staring at him confusedly. “Yah, what’s wrong? You’re someone who’d devour a whole restaurant for breakfast. The heck are you poking the food like a brokenhearted maiden for?”
Jihoon shook his head stubbornly–like a child would. (To be fair, he is brokenhearted; just, you know… not a maiden.)
“Hyung,” Minseok called, brows frowning worriedly, “there’s clearly something wrong.”
“It’s nothing,” Jihoon mumbled. At Siwoo and Minseok’s unimpressed look, Jihoon looked away, angrily.
“No, there’s something wrong. I know it.”
“Hyung, we can’t help if you won’t tell us. What is it?”
Jihoon gritted his teeth at their continuous insistence.
“Seriously, hyung. Do you not trust us?”
“Aish, do you want me to call Kiin to strangle answers from you?”
Jihoon sucked a breath in his gritted teeth, glaring at them. Siwoo and Minseok flinched at Jihoon’s blaring eyes.
“I’m fine. I said it’s nothing didn’t I? So, it means it’s nothing–because it’s nothing. It’s nothing at all. Do you even understand human language? I said it’s fucking nothing. Nothing. What part of ‘nothing’ did you guys not understa-“ Siwoo and Minseok seemed uninterested about what he has to say, staring dumbly at something behind him.
Jihoon got angrier.
He snapped his head behind as a hand touched his shoulder, snarling “what the fuck do you… want… Sanghyeok-hyung?” Jihoon ended, voice slightly higher in pitch as Sanghyeok blinked at him multiple times, drawing his hand back.
Jihoon snapped back to himself at the sound of Minseok and Siwoo trying hard to muffle their laughs. Jihoon glared at them before offering another over-the-top smile at Sanghyeok. “What’s wrong, hyung?” Jihoon internally cringed at how pinched his voice sounded.
Jihoon unconsciously took his hand, putting it back on his shoulder. Sanghyeok stared dumbly at his hand situated in a brightly smiling Jihoon, mouth slightly ajar.
Minseok shoved a handful of rice in his mouth to stop from laughing while Siwoo choked on his spit–both were trying and failing to act that they weren’t listening in on their conversation.
Jihoon blushed, removing Sanghyeok’s hand. “I, uh, hyung, I- this,” Sanghyeok huffed out a chuckle good-naturedly, shutting Jihoon up once more.
“I’m just here to ask if anything’s wrong? I heard you skipped dinner yesterday,” Sanghyeok stated, an imperceptible worried frown settling on his face.
Jihoon immediately shook his head. “I’m fine, hyung! I was just not feeling it yesterday!”
Sanghyeok huffed at him. “Even still, you have to eat. It’s not healthy to skip meals. So, starting now, you won’t skip any meals, understand?”
“Yes, hyung.” Jihoon immediately agreed.
Did Sanghyeok just scold him?
Sanghyeok appeared to believe him, dropping the subject. He took a book from his satchel, handing it over to Jihoon. Jihoon took it, skimming its contents, noting that it’s a DADA book containing hand-written notes.
“For me…?” Jihoon asked dumbly.
Sanghyeok nodded. “Exams are near, isn’t it? And you said you’re having a hard time with DADA. So, I looked for my notes.” Jihoon’s either going blind or Sanghyeok’s blushing, glancing away once before shyly mumbling, “I-I also added some things that I thought may be of use to you in studying. I hope you’d find it helpful…”
“O-of course, hyung! I’ll make sure to ace the test with this! I promise!” Jihoon immediately answered, clutching the book close to him. Sanghyeok smiled at him gently.
Jihoon stopped his thoughts.
No, he shouldn’t let Sanghyeok’s kindness gets interpreted to something that fits his story–Jihoon can’t do that to him. Sanghyeok’s been nothing less than kind to him. Despite being busy with his own, he still found some time to offer his help to Jihoon. It’d be hypocritical of Jihoon to take advantage of it.
Come to think of it, who was Sanghyeok’s mystery guy again?
Despite his stalking, Jihoon did not find the answer.
Well, whatever.
Jihoon, with all his love for Sanghyeok, will support him with all his heart (well, maybe not all but still!). Jihoon understood that if you truly love someone, then you are willing to let them go–more so for their happiness!
So, Jihoon will gladly step aside for the lucky bastard (not that he’s on the way but whatever).
“Well, then I’ll be going. I have a class on the first period.” Jihoon nodded, raising his hand goodbye awkwardly.
Despite saying so, Sanghyeok remained standing in front of Jihoon.
“Hyung…?” Jihoon asked as Sanghyeok fidgeted with his fingers, biting his lip nervously.
Then, Sanghyeok raised his head up, eyes determined making Jihoon flinch. “Hyung…?” Jihoon asked, unsure.
Sanghyeok marched closer towards Jihoon, caging his face in his soft hands. Jihoon’s eyes went as big as saucers as Sanghyeok gingerly kissed his forehead, his soft lips touching Jihoon’s skin which burned with the sensation.
Fuck, is Sanghyeok kissing Jihoon?
Sanghyeok pulled back after a while, face flushed prettily, and stuttering his goodbye, promptly running out of the hall. Jihoon held his forehead, staring dumbly at Sanghyeok’s retreating back.
Despite having three candidates competing for the identity of mystery guy already, there are four people involved in this article–the dark horse of our story.
It’s the one and only Jeong Jihoon, the heir of Salazar Slythering himself (note: unofficial).
Now, you may say and have noticed that Jeong Jihoon does not have any sophisticated connection with Lee Sanghyeok–which is why it’s suspicious. Why is Lee Sanghyeok fond of this guy?
Why do we say so, you ask, is because rather than Jihoon being connected to Sanghyeok (as is the case with the earlier candidates), the connection is from Sanghyeok to Jihoon; when Jihoon tripped in the hallway, it was Sanghyeok who helped him; when the school was hating Jihoon with the rumor of being Salazar Slytherin’s heir, Sanghyeok was the one who defended him; when Jihoon was in the brink of failing, Sanghyeok single-handedly pulled him up to be the best version of himself.
While we can assume that the other three is besotted with Lee Sanghyeok, the dark horse’s situation will make one wonder: is Sanghyeok really just being nic? Or is there more to his secret glances that our journalists noticed? Is there more to the subtle smile on his face when Jihoon’s name is uttered? When Jihoon was praised?
In the end, no one can be sure of the identity of mystery guy.
Or is his identity lurking, hiding between our words? We shall never know until the man himself decides to reveal his identity.
Writing with truth,
Fueled by service.
Ho-ssip: You’re Very Own Hogwarts Newspaper
Jihoon’s mouth was agape as he stared back at the faces of every student of Hogwarts staring at him, dumbstruck.
“I-“ Jihoon gulped. “I was the mystery guy…?”
Chaos ensued: someone clutched their heart, feeling it break to million pieces; somebody sobbed, hitting the floor in agony; other stared forlornly at the wall, mumbling about their lost love; someone fainted, crying out Sanghyeok’s name; another hugged his friend tightly, comforting their first heartbreak.
But the one who lost his shit the most was Jihoon.
“Y-you guys… I love him,” he wailed, hugging Minseok and Siwoo in the neck, crying uncontrollably.
Minseok choked, patting his arm for help. Siwoo yelped in disgust as Jihoon’s snot flowed towards his cheek.
Welp, all that ends well is well.