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"You fucking kissed?"
Donghyuck hissed in displeasure as he heard the loud noise coming from the Ravenclaw's mouth, stating what he had earlier tried to explain in a normal, not weird or romantic way. He'd bet money that even their headmaster had heard Jaemin's shouting in his office.
"Could you keep your voice down? I don't want everyone to find out about this." Washing his swollen face and the tear stains away with water, Donghyuck sighed. Maybe he should have waited and thought this through before he told Jaemin about yesterday's development between him and Mark. He should have known that his friend would overreact and overthink the whole situation, though, there was not much to over-interpret as the elder refused to acknowledge that the kiss, peck, whatever meant anything more than it should. Anything more than just comfort. Then again, he wondered himself, why he bothered to even care as much as telling Jaemin what had happened, though, he clearly tried to persuade himself into thinking that he didn't care.
"Excuse me? What kind of reaction do you expect? You and Mark FUCKING Lee, as in the Gryffindor Perfect Mark Fucking Lee, fucking kissed!" Jaemin's eyes extended, showing his shocked expression as he waved his hands around the air. If his parents were here to witness the curses coming from Jaemin's usually sweet mouth, they'd be horribly disappointed, and didn't his dads teach him to not overthink everything thrown at him? This was utterly ridiculous. He regretted his revelation about the kiss. He didn't even know why he revealed it in the first place, it's not like he was fond of speaking of it, maybe some important brain cells of his died by all the crying he had been doing the past few weeks.
"Is there another Mark Lee or why did you mention the house he was put in?" He rolled his eyes, rubbing the towel all over his face while looking at Jaemin through the reflection of the mirror. "And what's with not calling him Hyung? Last time I didn't use honorifics you literally hit me." At the memory, Donghyuck places his hand on the place he was hit at. It had been only a small pinch but still painful and a disgraceful act to his beautiful skin, so, of course, he complained about the younger boy's treatment towards him. And anything that could change the topic they were discussing for a few minutes now, while Jaemin was freaking out and Donghyuck stayed in denial, would be a saving hand for the Slytherin.
But it was to no vain as Jaemin kept ignoring Donghyuck's attitude like he often times did and grabbed his arm, with nails pressing against the flesh painfully to which the Slytherin turned around from the sink and hissed in pain, again.
"How was it?" Curiousness occupied the Ravenclaw's features with eyes opened far wider than usual and their faces close to another, closer than Donghyuck had preferred as the younger of the two continued on with his torture on the boy's soft body.
"Ouch! Will you stop hurting me?" Jerking his arm away and caressed the minor injury through his white dress shirt, he sent Jaemin a murderous glare, even though he was fully aware that those had no effect on his best friend. He was practically immune to those, maybe the actual reason why they ended up becoming friends. "And it could hardly be considered a kiss. He brushed his lips against mine. Not a big deal." Donghyuck rolled his eyes, trying to act as natural and unaffected as he could while trying to surpass the flush slowly rising up his tanned cheek apples. However, the Slytherin's attempt at hiding the blush forming on his face didn't prove to be any success. The Ravenclaw, of course, noticed the painted red-ish color on his cheeks right away and grinned in an evil manner, which was never a sign of something good.
"Not a big deal, huh?" Raising his eyebrows up high, Jaemin sent him a disapproving look while the smile on his small face reached his eyes. "Your tomato face says something else, mister." He began poking the Slytherin's cheeks.
"Stop touching and hurting me, will you?" Donghyuck flushed harder. He hated being caught on and made fun of, it just made him more embarrassed. This was honestly the worst. He should have known that Jaemin would look too much into a small kiss being exchanged by friends. Mark was only comforting him. No big deal. It didn't have any further meaning behind it, but humans were always keen on looking into things too much. Humans and their greed for more were probably the reason there were so many conspiracy videos on YouTube of "What ifs" with as many views. "And stop interpreting so much. You'd be embarrassed as well if wolf-boy ever got over himself and kissed you." He stated almost spitting into Jaemin's face, showing off his arrogant side. He had to admit, sometimes he matched the typical Slytherin stereotypes quite well, but the cute side he showed towards his friends (only Jaemin) made up for his wicked personality. He was actually loveable in a weird way, at least that's what his mother used to say when he was younger and acting like a spoiled brat.
"Honestly, I'd kiss back." Jaemin sighed desperately and started to think about the dense and quiet boy, who happened to be Mark's best friend, he had a crush on. Bingo. Donghyuck was never fond of using the feelings of others to his advantage, but the Jenocard has always proved to be the most useful when it came to changing a topic the Slytherin wasn't feeling comfortable with, and Jaemin had been acting more annoying than usual.
The elder tried to hide his smug expression by hanging his head low, his grin would probably give him away no matter how much he tried to keep his mouth closed by biting down on the bottom lip and started walking off towards their classroom, leaving the boy in the filthy bathroom behind. It, unfortunately for Donghyuck, didn't take long until Jaemin actually realized the Slytherin's true intentions when he mentioned the Gryffindor and ran after him screaming. "You little shit, stop changing the topic and just admit that you enjoyed the kiss! I bet you even dreamed about the kiss last night!" He screamed loudly on purpose, now wanting for people to hear and start asking questions. Unfortunately for him, but fortunately for Donghyuck, no one had been there to witness Jaemin's mild drama act.
Donghyuck would never admit it out loud and he refused to acknowledge it in his brain, but last night when his mind kept him from falling into dreamland because of his worries, his eyes closed for a short amount of time and he saw himself kissing Mark. This time, though, it was him leaning in, craving for their skin to touch. Thinking back, Donghyuck began to realize how stress could have a huge effect on your mind. He was going completely crazy. Surely, this had been because of the lack of sleep he experienced in recent weeks. He wasn't developing a crush or something. No way in hell would he fall for someone like Mark Lee. He didn't even like awkward people.
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Entering the classroom, Donghyuck released a heavy sigh showing his relief about their teacher not being in class yet, even though it had already been minutes since their class was supposed to have started. Today, for once, the universe seemed to be in Donghyuck's favor. He and Jaemin ended up bonding again and he wasn't caught being late to class. But he wasn't going to toy with his luck this time and immediately sat down on the only place available which was in the front row. Better than being late, he thought.
Shortly after Donghyuck placed himself on his seat, Jaemin arrived too, breathing and coughing heavily from jogging here. If he didn't know any better, he'd think that Jaemin was smoking for his body to react like that after running a bit, but he was just really nonathletic, even more so than Donghyuck. He chuckled at that quietly, sometimes seeing your best friend suffer for good, is pleasurable. Thankfully, the Ravenclaw didn't notice the giggling, too busy with trying to calm his breathing.
When he finally got himself together from his year worth of exercise, he stepped over Donghyuck's lap to get over to the other side, making the elder feel uncomfortable in the process. The Slytherin frowned.
"Why couldn't you sit down, here?" He pointed at the seat next to him, right where the row stopped. Jaemin simply grinned and put his elbow on the desk, leaning his cheek into his hand and waved over at the row next to them. "Hey, Hyung, what are you and Jeno doing here? Aren't you one year above us?" Hearing the mention of Jeno and Hyung, Donghyuck instantly jerked his head towards their desk neighbors, catching the blonde boy, to Donghyuck's misfortune, sitting in the wrong class giving them a slight smile and ignoring Jaemin's question. Maybe he was being too smug about outrunning the teacher and Jaemin.
In return Donghyuck copied his best friend's action and awkwardly waved at the Gryffindor, ignoring their classmates staring holes at him, interested in the silent and friendly behavior between the Gryffindors and Slytherin who were usually always at each other's throats. Moreover, instead of feeling irritated because of those stares, he felt more intimidated by the blonde's innocent and kind smile, and the grinning demon next to himself. Demon and not Satan simply because he, himself, was the devil. Donghyuck swore that as soon as this class ended Jaemin was done for. But for now stepping on the younger's foot, causing him to groan in pain, was enough to cause a satisfying feeling in his dark and cold soul.
"I'm trying to help," Jaemin whispered, fake-acting as if he didn't understand why Donghyuck reacted that way. “Stop hurting me, Duckie.” Another stupid nickname invented by the one and only Na Jaemin and used in class in front of everyone. In front of Mark. Jaemin was honestly playing with fire.
Giving Mark one last awkward smile and spotting Jeno nudging the blonde while his infamous eye smile was positioned on his extraordinary features, he saw Mark's face flushing and noticed his own face following the example. He decided that it was a great moment to delve with his best friend and turned his head away from the awkwardness and towards Jaemin where the atmosphere was darker but their faces brighter. "I don't need your help." Smiling through gritted teeth, he squeezed his foot again, this time with much more strength.
"Stop violenting me, Lee Donghyuck~," Jaemin whined loudly for everyone to hear, fake pouting in the process. Donghyuck was about to hurt the annoying Ravenclaw again, this time even harder, when he heard someone entering the class, heels crushing the ground beneath them with sharp and strict steps.
"Mr. Na, please take care of your and Mr. Lee's argument after class, will you."
The teacher moved herself to her lawful place, in front of her desk and began to sway her wand, putting books and papers in front on her table in their rightful order. Donghyuck would have never thought it possible, but he felt thankful hearing his teacher's strict tone. Oh, and don't worry Mrs. Kim, he will definitely settle their little strife. Just you wait, Nana.