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It was a quarter moon—the moon didn’t shine as brightly as it did during a full moon, but its soft silver light was enough for Minseok as he walked toward the damp grass of the Quidditch Pitch.
The cool night air carried the fresh, earthy scent of wet grass, and a faint rustle of leaves whispered in the gentle breeze.
He knew he shouldn’t be doing this. After all, it had only been a few months since he became a Prefect—the youngest ever in Ravenclaw House at only fifteen. But he couldn’t help it. He wanted to see Minhyung.
“I thought you stood me up,” Minhyung said, stepping forward and brushing a stray leaf from Minseok’s shoulder.
Minseok slowly turned, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Then should I go now?”
Minhyung grabbed his arm and pulled him into a deep hug. Minseok didn't resist the warmth of his body against the cool night.
“Don’t,” he whispered softly into Minseok’s ear, as he hugged the taller boy back.
“I miss you too,” Minseok said, their bodies still pressed close, the faint scent of Minhyung’s cologne mixing with the fresh night air.
“I wish time would stop here.”
They held each other in silence for a while, forgetting about prefect duties and Quidditch matches. Wrapped in each other’s arms, they were simply Minhyung and Minseok.
Hand in hand, they walked quietly across the field. The soft crunch of their footsteps stirred the damp grass. Minhyung broke the silence, glancing down at their intertwined fingers.
“You know,” he began, “if I heard rumors about you sneaking out at night, I’d laugh so hard I’d probably fall off my broom.”
Minseok smirked. “Guess I’m full of surprises, then.”
Minhyung raised an eyebrow, grinning. “Oh, definitely. Like a secret Gryffindor hiding in Ravenclaw.”
Minseok rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “Don’t push your luck.”
Minhyung draped an arm over Minseok’s shoulders, eyes full of mischief. “But seriously, you know how risky this is. If anyone finds out, we’re toast.”
Minseok’s smile faltered. “I know. That’s why we have to be careful.”
Minhyung’s expression softened as he intertwined his fingers with Minseok’s. “Whatever happens, I’m here for you.” He kissed Minseok’s hand gently, causing Minseok to blush.
They continued walking until they settled on the damp grass, sitting in comfortable silence. The cool blades brushed against their skin, and the night smelled faintly of moss and earth.
“I wish it could be different,” Minseok said softly, voice heavy. “But you know why we have to hide this.”
Minhyung nodded, resting his head on Minseok’s shoulder. “Yeah. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw haven’t seen eye to eye all year—especially after that fight during the last Quidditch match…”
Minseok swallowed hard, recalling the sharp words that had ignited the rivalry. “Who knew Quidditch would be such a big deal?”
Minhyung shrugged. “Sports and rivalries, amirite?”
“Doesn't help us that I'm a Prefect and you're Gryffindor’s star Quidditch player.”
“You have to say the smartest Ravenclaw Prefect with the highest O.W.L. mock test result.”
“Oh, bugger,” Minseok lightly shoved Minhyung’s stomach, who playfully acted like he was in pain. “But for real, the prefects on both sides are watching closely, waiting for anyone to slip up. They think one wrong move will spark a full-blown war between the houses.”
Minhyung’s jaw tightened. “And if they found out it was us—”
“We're fucked. We’d be branded troublemakers, punished, maybe worse. It could tear apart everything we care about.”
Minhyung squeezed Minseok’s shaking hand before kissing it. “But you know, for me, you are worth every risk.”
Minseok smiled at his assurance. Minhyung’s always been good with words. The weight on his shoulders lifted slightly with Minhyung beside him. “Then we keep this secret. For now. Until things calm down.”
Their fingers lingered together, warm against the cool night air. Minhyung’s teasing smile faded, replaced by something soft and vulnerable. He searched Minseok’s eyes, the silver light casting an almost hypnotic glow.
“You know,” Minhyung whispered as he touched the mole on Minseok's face, “I’ve wanted to see you like this for so long. Up close and away from classrooms, rules… just you and me.”
Minseok’s breath caught, heart pounding louder than the quiet night around them, fresh with the subtle pang of anticipation. “Me too,” he admitted, moving closer until there was only a breath between them.
Minhyung reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from Minseok’s forehead with a gentleness that made his skin tingle.
“I hate having to hide this—us. But when I’m with you, it feels like everything else is irrelevant.”
Like we’re the only two people who matter,” Minseok said in a low voice.
Minhyung’s hand slid from Minseok’s hair down to the curve of his jaw, tilting his face up slowly.
Minseok’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, heart pounding in his chest. When he opened them again, it was with a mixture of certainty and longing—and something else, a flicker of fear he couldn’t quite hide.
“Minhyung…”
Their breaths mingled in the chilly air as their lips met—lightly at first, then deepening into something passionate and tender all at once.
The secrets, the risks, the stolen moments—they all melted away in that one kiss, under the watchful eyes of the quarter moon.
When they pulled apart, breathless, the quiet of the night wrapped around them again. But beneath the warmth of the moment, a shadow lingered in Minseok’s eyes—a silent worry about what might happen if their secret was ever discovered, the fear of losing everything they held dear.
In that moment, he realized just how scared he was of losing him.