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ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ/ᴛʜʀᴇᴇꜱᴏᴍᴇ ➠ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ

pairing: crime lords! seongjoong x fem! reader

genre: mafia au, smut

summary: you’re determined to be your bosses’ favorite underling.

w.c: 2.7k

warnings: um death !! there’s a murder in the first ten seconds so please be aware, these mfs are insane idkw to say, poly! seongjoong, subby! reader, mxm, mommy/daddy kink,, joong got the grills on…., seonghwa is MOTHER…, praise/degradation, pet names/name calling, temp play with ice cubes, thigh grinding, marking, kissing, spit, tit play, gunplay (yup 👀), double handjob/blowjob, facial

a/n: i need matz in a way that’s so concerning it would prob set feminism back 50 years wjwhwh so yeahh this was just entirely self indulgent and actual brainrot in its purest form <3 also yes okayy i lose my morals completely when it comes to mafia aus but it’s fiction !! so leave me aloneeee >3< hehe enjoyyy~~

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“Please, spare me, boss! I’ll never shit talk you behind your back again, I promise! I’m good for it, I swear,” a nameless man begged your bosses on his knees, his arms held back by you and another nameless underling that worked for them, holding him down as he writhed around in panic until you were told otherwise. 

“See, that’s what you said the last time. This lying, I don’t like it…” Hongjoong grimaced, repositioning himself on his expensive suede couch that still had some leftover bloodstains on it, gently running his hand over his partner’s exposed knee. “What do you think, sweetheart?” The crime boss turned to the love of his life, his eyes dragging over the pretty fur coat he was adorned in. “Should I give him another chance to spread lies about me or put a bullet in his head?” 

Seonghwa turned to him, leaning closely to press his plump lips against Hongjoong’s pierced ear to whisper something into it, the both of them shuddering with delight. He draped his legs over Hongjoong’s lap, gently playing with his lover’s silky hair, his dark, seductive eyes traveling from the crying, blubbering man on the floor to you, taking notice of your hesitant gaze. “Such a pretty face for an underling…” 

“What’s your name? And speak up. I don’t enjoy asking twice,” Hongjoong directed towards you, leaning forward to pick up a half-empty glass of whiskey that could easily pay off the debt you’ve accumulated over the years from trying to claw your way up to the top from within the city’s nastiest criminal organization, swishing around its dark contents, the ice cubes inside clinking against the glass, taking his sweet time drinking it down, similar to the way he was drinking in your pleasing appearance. 

“Y/N, sir,” you said confidently enough that Hongjoong didn’t immediately do something drastic, tightening your grip around the wriggling man beneath you. 

“Tell me, Y/N,” Hongjoong began, reaching for a small black box that Seonghwa held in his direction, slowly opening it up to gaze lovingly at its contents. “Have you ever killed a man?” 

You gulped, suddenly feeling a bit suffocated inside your sleek, form-fitting suit, still standing your ground. “In self defense, sir.” 

Hongjoong pulled the small revolver out of its case, running the smooth, compact metal across Seonghwa’s defined collarbones, dipping it down in between his thighs just to make him gasp. He chuckled, forgetting about his audience for a moment, before turning his head to gaze back at you, licking at the pointed ends of his teeth. “Never in cold blood?” 

You shook your head cautiously, unable to keep from licking your lips at the sight of the intensely unstable, intensely attractive power couple in front of you. “No, sir…” 

The man beneath you tried to get up, gasping, “Boss, please, give me another chance!” 

Hongjoong’s fingers clenched around his glass, seconds away from splitting it in half with his cold metal rings, allowing Seonghwa to slip the sleek gun out of his hand, the tall, elegant man standing up and slowly making his way over to you, his high heels clicking lightly against the marble floor. “Shut up. You had your chance to be good and now look at you. Fucking pathetic.” 

As the man quieted down, you let out a gasp, feeling Seonghwa blow lightly into your ear past your hair, his slender fingers draping over your shoulders to rub into them. “Would you like to do the honors, Y/N?” Seonghwa whispered into your ear, his skillful fingers undoing your black tie and slowly unbuttoning your tucked-in shirt, sending shivers down your spine, feeling the elegant man pushing something heavy into your open hand. “Make sure you look at my darling when you do it, okay? He loves eye contact…” 

Feeling your insides fill up with what could only be described as hot, molten lava, you held the shaky gun up to the man’s head, unable to hear his countless begs, only Seonghwa’s soft, breathy encouragement in your ear, feeling his hands tugging open your top, his fingers gliding carefully across your heated skin. 

Hongjoong sipped at his whiskey, his dark eyes carefully studying your flushed face, sighing at the sight of your finger clasping onto the trigger, his free hand squeezing into one of his spread thighs. “Do it, pretty girl…Do it for us.” 

It was when Seonghwa’s hand slipped into your unbuttoned trousers to grab at your cunt through your soaked panties that you gasped, your hazy eyes focused solely on your boss’s, the heavy click of the trigger resulting in the distinct thump of the man’s suddenly lifeless body hitting the ground, a thick pool of crimson spreading out over the pristine marble flooring. 

Seonghwa simply looked to the terrified unnamed underlying beside you, making him scurry away with the man’s body with one simple, deadly look, leaving you alone with two of the most powerful, seductive individuals you’ve ever had the pleasure of working under. 

You simply looked down at your hand, opening it to see the blood that splattered onto it, your head and body pulsing rhythmically, almost feeling like you had been drugged. You had just taken a life, in cold blood no less, yet you felt like you had just been reborn. 

Seonghwa suddenly grabbed you by the chin, turning it in his direction, his tongue slowly slipping past your parted lips. He tugged off your blazer, dropping it to the floor, so that he could work on your pants, leaving them in a pool around your feet. “What a good girl you are,” he whispered to you once he pushed your spit-laced lips away from his, rubbing a bit of his lipstick from the corner of your mouth. “You deserve to be loved tonight. Don’t you think, darling?” 

Hongjoong nodded his head in agreement, patting his thighs, smirking wide enough for the light to catch the silver caps on his canine teeth. “Come over here and sit on my lap, baby. Don’t be afraid.” 

You stepped out of your pants, now half-dressed in a blood-splattered dress shirt and lacy panties, wobbling your way over to the large black couch. You slowly sat down on Hongjoong’s lap, feeling his stiff cock already pressing into your heat. “I did it for you, sir…to make you both proud…” 

“All that for us? You sent a man straight down to hell because you’d do anything for us, baby?” Hongjoong cooed at you, running the back of his knuckle along your flushed cheek, catching some of the leftover blood on his skin, letting it move along your neck down to your exposed chest. 

“Anything…” you sighed, nuzzling into Seonghwa’s open palm when he sat down beside the both of you and caressed your cheek lovingly, his free hand pulling your dress shirt down and off your shoulders, gently undoing your bra, leaving you entirely bare for him and his darling to enjoy. 

“Then, you’ll let us play with you, won’t you, Y/N?” Hongjoong asked softly, his knuckle pressing into your cunt through your thin panties, pinching your clit between his thick fingers. 

“Y-yes, sir, please play with me…I’m all yours…” You were so high on the adrenaline rushing through your veins, that you didn’t even have a chance to think about how fucked up your actions were, or just how fucked up the men you were letting play around with you like you were a simple doll. None of it mattered though. You just wanted to be good. 

And good you were.

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“Oh, sweetheart, look at you,” Hongjoong chuckled at you, amused, holding a melting ice cube inside his fingers, pushing it back onto your stiff, puffy nipple for the nth time, making you shudder and move your hips against the rough leather covering his thigh faster than before, smiling fondly at Seonghwa for a moment who was pressing an ice cube to your bare hot cunt. “So desperate to cum, you’re willing to hump against my thigh like a dog? Huh, baby?” 

“Uh-huh, need to cum…” You were about to beg more when Seonghwa placed the ice cube on your other nipple and rubbed it around, before replacing it with his hot mouth, sucking and licking at your tit, leaving lipstick on your skin, making you gasp out in pleasure. 

“Cum from rubbing your cute little snatch all over my thigh, then…” Hongjoong groaned, pushing Seonghwa’s black bangs back to get a better look, sharing a loving, heated gaze with him, before he brought his mouth to your other tit, sucking and biting on it, being a lot more rough than his gentle counterpart, his diamond encrusted grills cold against your hot skin. 

They continued to rub the ice cubes along your naked, heated body, pressing them into your clit until they melted, taking turns flicking and squeezing it until your moans turned into helpless, garbled whimpers, their mouths lapping at your spit-laced tits, eventually growing a bit more hungry and sucking on either side of your neck, leaving red and purple marks on your sensitive flesh. 

Hearing your whimpering and pleading, Hongjoong chuckled softly, purring with faux pity, “Aww, does our cute little slut need something inside her hole to cum? Is that it?” 

“Yes, please, sir, I need it...” 

“If you’re our little slut, then that makes us Daddy and Mommy, doesn’t it? Address us as such, baby doll.” 

“Y-yes, Daddy,” you corrected yourself, still trying to buck your hips forward, Hongjoong’s leather pants sending painful jolts of pleasure through your body, so close to ecstasy that you were about to drool. 

Seonghwa pulled another ice cube out of the empty glass that sat inside Hongjoong’s half-closed hand, letting his lover spread your glistening folds open so that he could fully push an ice cube into your pulsing cunt. “Is that enough for your slutty hole, sweetheart? Or do you need more from Mommy?” 

“M-more, please, m’ so close…!” you begged, a few drops of sweat cascading along your jaw past your straining neck, your half-closed eyes zoning in and out on Seonghwa’s piercing gaze, not even noticing what Hongjoong had handed to him, until you felt something cold and heavy press into you, feeling it fill you up. “O-oh my god…” 

“Is Daddy’s revolver enough for your needy cunt, darling?” Seonghwa asked in a sickly sweet voice, pushing it in and out of your dripping hole, the heavy metal rubbing pleasurably against your tight, clenching walls, his eyes full of perverse desire.

Hongjoong groaned, ready to cum untouched just from watching the love of his life doing something so dirty with one of their underlings, not even sure himself if the gun Seonghwa was fucking you with was loaded or not. “Is my pretty Mommy going to make you cum like this? With my gun shoved inside your slutty little cunt?” 

You could hardly find your breath, let alone the proper words, holding onto both of the men, crying out, “Oh–fuck–shit–”

“Who’s making you cum, princess? Mommy or Daddy?” Hongjoong asked huskily into your ear, pinching one of your nipples roughly in between his calloused fingers, guiding one of hips back and forth with his other hand, smiling playfully at his darling, who had stuck his tongue back into your open mouth, his fingers rubbing your wetness back into your clit, shoving the longest part of the gun inside you. 

“D-daddy, oh my god, Mommy, you both are–f-uckkkk,” you whined out, your eyes rolling underneath your eyelids, a blazing fire erupting inside your core, not realizing you had came all over the both of them until you slowly looked down to see the dark patch you had left on the both of their expensive clothes, along with the couch. 

“Such a messy, messy girl,” Seonghwa cooed softly, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to your lips. It was deep enough that your shared saliva still connected you both, the string of spit disconnecting upon Hongjoong’s intrusion, who grabbed you roughly by the chin to kiss you, before pushing you away to lay one of his darling. 

“Shall we share this pretty doll’s mouth, Mommy?” Hongjoong asked Seonghwa, running his fingers through his slightly damp raven hair, gazing into his loving eyes. 

Seonghwa’s pretty lips curled into a satisfied smile. “I’d love nothing more, Daddy.” 

Hongjoong returned the smile, his diamond studded grills reflecting in the low light of the room, reaching down to his designer belt, unbuckling it in order to free his aching cock, watching Seonghwa do the same. Without a word, he snapped his fingers, pointing to the floor until you got down onto your knees before them, wobbling a bit from the aftershocks of your mind melting orgasm. “You can make Mommy and Daddy cum, can’t you, baby? After everything we’ve given you?”

You nodded your head eagerly, wrapping your fingers around both of their cocks, pursing your lips to send a few wads of spit onto them, lubing them up with your rapidly moving hands. “Anything for my favorite bosses,” you sighed softly, rubbing your cheek along Hongjoong’s cockhead, before you let it slip into your mouth, looking up to them with love and respect in your hooded eyes. 

Hongjoong and Seonghwa shared pleased glances, their hands going to either side of your head to grip it tight, taking turns filling up your mouth and throat until you left more and more spit on their cocks, occasionally ignoring you so that they could taste each other, their heated kiss consisting mostly of tongue and teeth. 

When Seonghwa positioned himself more onto Hongjoong’s lap, you took the opportunity to press their cocks together, pressing your tits around them to let them feel the hot, slick pleasure of it all, closing your drooling mouth around their leaking cockheads the best you could, lapping up their bitter pre cum. “Please cum for me, Daddy, Mommy…” you moaned with your mouth full, not a single thought inside your empty brain. 

Hongjoong chuckled, quite pleased with himself, breathing a little harder than before, his face flush, his hair starting to stick to his forehead. He slung his arm around Seonghwa’s shoulders, playing with a lock of his lover’s hair, giving him a playful, smug smile. “Who knew we’d turn this underling into a drooling cockslut this fast?” 

Seonghwa snuggled into Hongjoong’s arms, his manicured fingers still clutched around the side of your head, his eyes flitting between his lover and your pre-cum stained face, a shaky moan leaving his pretty red lips. “Oh my god, our pretty plaything’s gonna make Mommy cum,” he gasped, gasping once again when Hongjoong began to kiss and lick at his exposed neck. 

Hongjoong kept his hand wrapped up in your hair, tugging at it, watching you speed up your movements, the slick sounds of their joined cocks, his lover’s pretty moans, and your spit-laced lips sucking around their cockheads sent the crime boss over the edge. “Fucking hell, that’s it….”

It was then that your beloved bosses blessed you with a mouth and face full of their sticky load, feeling it slide down your throat and along your sweaty face. “Yum…” you murmured, licking the remaining bits of milkiness from their softening lengths, looking up at the panting men with stars in your eyes.

“That’s a good girl. Now, come here,” Seonghwa cooed, pulling you up from the floor and onto his lap, putting his fur coat around your naked body and running his fingers through your hair, humming gently with his cheek against yours. 

Hongjoong sighed contentedly, resting his head in the crook of Seonghwa’s neck, running his hand across your knee, looking to the both of you with a gentle kindness that many of his men would never know even existed in the first place. “Shall we keep her, my love?” 

Seonghwa continued petting your hair, watching as you curled up against him, already beginning to fall asleep. He thought about your idyllic future together, wanting to dress you up like a little doll in the day, and turn you into a cum-covered mess alongside his sweetheart during the night. His pretty lips formed a smile, sharing it with Hongjoong, his fingers caressing the side of his lover’s cheek. “You read my mind, darling.” 

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FUUUCKAHEJRIEJKSJDBE THE VISUALS

this is so real 😭

this is.. mostly to make a point about Wooyoung.

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HES SO CUTE AHHHHHH HIS SMILE IS EVERYTHING ISTGGG

imagine being friends with wooyoung omg he could make your day just by smiling like he js made my entire year 😭❤️‍🩹

THIS OMG???

howlers of love - ksn 🎐

; pairing - sunoo x gn!reader

; synopsis - in which sunoo starts receiving howlers from an anonymous student, professing their love for him in his face for the whole school to watch.

; tags - one shot, fluff, a teaspoon of angst, hogwarts au, hufflepuff!sunoo, hufflepuff!reader ; warnings - none

; wc - 3.3k

; author's corner! this was requested! i just love hogwarts aus and sunoo

it was a normal morning. it was.

walking down to the great hall with your best friend, sunoo, for breakfast - it was your daily routine. it had been for the past 4 years.

you'd wait for each other in the common room every morning, then make your way to the hall for breakfast. sunoo would be complaining about some teacher or classmate while you speed-run some homework due the other day.

then, you'd leave for your classes, but not without sunoo stuffing some toast up your mouth, because you never actually eat much in the mornings. not when you're completing work you should have done earlier. this morning was just like every other - until an owl dropped a red envelope at sunoo's plate.

suddenly, the other students sitting nearby you guys silenced, eyeing the howler in front of your best friend. howlers were never a good thing to receive. they were often sent by parents to their children who had been particularly naughty.

"are you in trouble?" someone asked, but no one could believe it. after all, sunoo was a good student, great even. he was a ball of sunshine, and did well at school. he had no enemies, not when a smile from him could send anyone melting on the inside.

so what the hell was a howler doing in front of him?

"you should open it soon," you told him, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. his eyes remained fixed on the letter. "to get it over with."

it seemed like the whole hall leaned away as sunoo slowly reached for it, confused and afraid of what it might contain.

a moment later, the envelope exploded, and a distorted voice started roaring from it, garnering everyone's attention.

"DEAR SUNOO, YOU DON'T KNOW WHO THIS IS, BUT I HAVE TO TELL YOU NOW.

"I LIKE YOU. I HAVE FOR A WHILE NOW, AND IT'S SO HARD KEEPING THESE FEELINGS TO MYSELF. NOT WHEN YOU'RE SO PERFECT, AND AMAZING, AND BRILLIANT, AND TALENTED.

"I'M NOT ASKING YOU TO RECIPROCATE MY FEELINGS, BUT I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW, THAT THERE ARE PEOPLE OUT THERE WHO CARE FOR YOU - LIKE ME.

"SINCERELY, YOUR NOT-SO-SECRET ADMIRER."

a silence fell over the hall, as the howler burst into flames and ashes.

everyone had heard, and everyone was now staring at your best friend - who remained stunned in his seat, a hand over his mouth.

"sunoo?" you asked tentatively. the hand you placed on his shoulder seemed to wake him up.

he was about to say something when everyone burst into chatter about what had just happened, whistles echoing throughout the hall.

"whew!" jake, another of sunoo's friends, clapped his back. "now that's one way to confess." sunghoon nodded with a grin, holding his chuckle in as he stood slightly behind his fellow ravenclaw.

"no," sunoo whined, hiding his face completely behind his hands. "a good way of confessing is telling me who they really are. only cowards hide behind anonymity."

you rubbed his back comfortingly, trying to form words in your head.

"everyone's going to be talking about it for the rest of the day," sunghoon remarks.

"don't remind me," sunoo said, his voice muffled.

"are you okay?" you ask him, bending to try and get a look at his face. he turns his head slightly, and you see his face flushed red.

"oh!" you laugh. "did you like that?"

"of course he did," jake chuckled. "you know our sunoo, he loves the attention." he reached out to ruffle the boy's hair, but sunoo fought his hands away before jake could do anything.

"stop doing that!" he whined. "i'm just a little embarrassed. now everyone's in my business," he mumbled, sitting up and putting his red cheeks on full display.

"i think it's cute," you say, reaching up to comb his hair with your hand. you heard jake grumble about how sunoo only ever lets you touch his hair.

"ah sunoo," sunghoon sighed, patting the younger boy. "ever the lover for grand gestures, aren't you?"

sunoo huffed. "whatever. me and y/n are going to class now. i'm not listening to you two idiots any longer."

and then he up and left, taking you with him by the wrist.

the next week, another howler arrived for sunoo. everyone was curious now.

"DEAR SUNOO, I HOPE YOU'RE SMILING WHEN YOU GET THIS NEXT MESSAGE. IT ALWAYS BRIGHTENS UP MY DAY.

"I HEAR YOU THINK I'M A COWARD FOR REMAINING ANONYMOUS. I THINK SO TOO. BUT, IF YOU WANT TO KNOW SOMETHING ABOUT ME, I'LL TELL YOU ONE.

"I LIKE YOUR SOFT, FLUFFY HAIR, AND THE WAY YOU STYLE YOURSELF. IT ALWAYS AMAZES ME HOW YOU CAN MAKE OUR BORING UNIFORM INTO YOUR OWN. YOU INSPIRE ME.

"SINCERELY, YOUR NOT-SO-SECRET ADMIRER."

sunoo scoffed, but a smile tugged at his lips anwyay.

"is that even a fact about themself?" he asked you with a pout. "everyone likes my hair!"

the other students resumed their previous chit-chat, some trying to guess who the anonymous sender might be. you just shrugged and continued to eat your food, frantically trying to complete an essay for charms later that day.

"your admirer doesn't seem to have any plans of actually revealing who they are, huh?" sunghoon asked sunoo. him and jake had decided to sit with you two at the hufflepuff table this morning.

"no," sunoo sighed. "cowardly on another level - giving me hope, only to pull that on me!"

"maybe they'll reveal more in their next letter?" you try to comfort him.

"they better," he grumbled. "i need to know who it is."

"maybe it's someone you know!" jake says. "if they feel the need to distort their voice so they won't be recognised, maybe you know them."

"that barely narrows the pool of possibilities down! i know practically everyone at hogwarts," your best friend whined.

"it's only the second letter. you can't exactly guess much from two howlers," you tell him, still focused on your essay. you groan as you scribble out a whole paragraph.

"oh my god," sunghoon gasped, staring at your textbook from the other side of the table. "i totally forgot about that assignment."

"you idiot," jake smacked the taller boy's head. sunghoon reached for your textbook to look at the content, but you pulled it back.

"i can't let you see my textbook - i've written notes all over it," you say, embarrassed. sunghoon wouldn't be able to read much over all the post-it notes you've stuck on the pages.

"more like you've doodled all over it," sunoo laughed.

"listen - drawing cutesy little stars and hearts on the page is more interesting than professor kim drawling on about the goblin rebellion of 1612, okay?" you defended yourself.

jake raised an eyebrow. you could tell he wanted to laugh.

"whatever, just let me finish this essay. i'm almost done."

"i'm not! i haven't even started," sunghoon groaned. the three of you laughed as he leaned on jake's side, dragging his hands down his face with a whine.

over the next few weeks, sunoo would continue to receive howlers, garnering everyone's attention every time the owls swooped into the hall to drop off mail. in fact, it's become something the whole school started looking forward to - the only thing that had them excitedly running for the hall at the beginning of another hellish week of school.

waiting for another red envelope to plop onto sunoo's plate had become regular. the usual screaming into his face had become your normal monday mornings.

you realised that there were now several students sending him howlers, because he would receive 2-3 howlers every week, all with distinctly different voices and handwriting.

"seems like your original sender has got competition," jake giggled as sunoo rubbed his ear.

"i'm going deaf with all these letters screeching at me every week," he rolled his eyes, feeding you some fish from your own plate. you were working on more homework that you'd missed out on recently (what's new?). "and besides, none of them will ever beat the original."

"even riki's?" you asked, laughing. the second year had latched onto sunoo on his first day at hogwarts, and somehow joined the group of boys, despite being a lot younger.

he'd joined the trend of sending sunoo howlers one morning, although it was obviously him without the distorted voice. none of the other senders had bothered to cover up their voices.

"riki's 'confession' was him thanking me- actually, more like exposing me for bringing him some butterbeer from our last hogsmeade weekend!" sunoo cries in exasperation. "i had to put on the biggest puppy eyes i could when professor jeon pulled me aside to ask about it."

"i told you it was a stupid idea," sunghoon said solemnly, but the twitching of his lips betrayed his amusement.

"he threatened me to! that brat."

"i heard that!" riki's voice yelled from the slytherin table, next to hufflepuff's.

"that kid's crazy," you gasped through your laughter.

"he's going to ruin the fun," sunghoon sighed. "after his letter, the professors started talking of banning students from sending howlers to each other."

"what?" sunoo gasped. "how am i going to receive letters from my secret admirer?"

"they can just send you normal, written letters," you suggested.

"but it's way more interesting when their deformed voice is screaming about how much they love me," he pouted.

"oh, he's down bad," jake shook his head.

sunoo ignored him. "i miss them," he sighed instead. the original secret admirer hadn't been able to send a howler in 2 weeks, much to everyone's disappointment.

"look at him! he's missing someone he doesn't even know!" jake gawked in disbelief.

"i'm trying to figure it out."

"really? how?" sunghoon asked.

"i have a list of things they mentioned about themself, and other things i've figured out, on my phone."

"can we see?" you asked, curious.

"no!"

"why not?" jake pouted.

"i don't want you guys to figure it out. i want to be the one to do it," sunoo huffed stubbornly.

"but you'd figure it out sooner with all of us!" sunghoon says.

"with you?" sunoo gaped at the tall boy. "you may be ravenclaw, but you do not have the brains to actually be of any help."

"touche," sunghoon folded his arms and shrugged. "but hey, jake can help! and y/n!"

"the answer is no."

"well, you better figure it out soon, before the school actually bans us from sending howlers to each other," you tell him. he stares at you intently for a moment, then nods.

just then, another red envelope is dropped onto his plate. sunoo sighs as he shifts forward to open it, expecting another confession from a newer sender.

"DEAR SUNOO, I HOPE YOU HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ME YET."

it was the original sender. sunoo switched his full attention onto the howler; everyone else quietened to listen in.

"I'M SORRY I HADN'T BEEN ABLE TO TALK TO YOU THE LAST FEW WEEKS. YOU KNOW SENDING YOU THESE LETTERS ARE MY FAVOURITE THING TO DO.

"YOU SEEM TO BE DOING WELL. I SAW YOU THE OTHER DAY, WITH CUTESY BOWS IN YOUR HAIR THAT YOUR FRIEND HAD PUT IN. THE SMILE ON YOUR FACE WAS HAPPIER THAN I'D EVER SEEN IT. I HOPE ONE DAY TO BE THE CAUSE BEHIND SUCH A PRETTY SMILE.

"ACCORDING TO THE RUMOURS THAT THE SCHOOL IS BANNING HOWLERS, THIS MAY BE MY LAST LETTER. IF IT IS, I'M GLAD THAT I GOT TO TELL YOU HOW I FELT, EVEN IF I'LL NEVER KNOW IF YOU LIKE ME BACK.

"LOVE, YOUR NOT-SO-SECRET ADMIRER."

even after the red letter set on fire and burned to ashes, your best friend's eyes remained fixated on the space in front of him. he stared into nothing, seemingly in a daze after the (possibly) last howler he'd ever get from his favourite anonymous admirer. you wondered what he was thinking.

"sunoo?" you prodded. he turned to look at you, eyes blown wide open.

it's like something clicked. his siren-like eyes pulled you in, engaging you into a staring contest. while the rest of the world continued, you two were stuck in your own timeless little space.

his eyes were always your favourite feature. you wished you could see the world through his beautiful eyes, even if for just a moment.

"hello?" sunghoon tapped you on the shoulder. you finally broke away from the hold sunoo had on you. "we've got to get to class."

"oh, right."

for the rest of the day, you couldn't seem to look directly at your best friend, still replaying the events of that morning.

it was clear sunoo had taken quite a liking to the anonymous sender, no matter how silly it sounded. in the weeks following their first letter, he would talk about them nonstop. his eyes twinkled and his cheeks got especially rosy whenever he did, and he also loved to speculate about who or what the person was like.

you listened whole heartedly, his voice soothing you after a long day of school. even if he was talking about someone else, or at least an illusion of a person he'd created.

sunoo had gotten frustrated with you for avoiding him all day. so he resorted to cornering you in the hufflepuff common room before you two went back up to your dorms.

"y/n. stop it."

"stop what?" you asked innocently.

"don't play dumb. why have you been ignoring me all day?"

"no i haven't."

"you're a terrible liar."

"how would you know?" you crossed your arms.

"you fiddle with your thumbs whenever you lie. you also comb your hair with your hands, fold your arms, stand up straighter, scrunch your nose-"

"okay, okay. i get it," you shook your head. "i'm sorry."

"you should be. i've been missing my best friend all day," he pouted.

you fell apart at his expression, and engulfed him in a hug. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean it. i hope you're okay."

"i would be better if you shared this hot chocolate with me by the fire place. i brought both mugs from the kitchens all by myself - and they're really hot!"

"fine," you laughed, and took a mug from one of his hands.

you two settled into the couches by the warm fire place, and you watched the flickering light from the flames reflect onto his hazel eyes.

"you always look at me like that."

"like what?" you asked.

"like you're obsessed with me," he grinned.

"sounds like you're obsessed with me," you retorted with a giggle. "to the point you even notice the way i look at you."

"why wouldn't i be?"

your smile dropped. you looked down at your cup, your reflection in the drink swirling.

"you can't just say things like that."

"why not?" you stayed silent.

he continued. "why can't i talk about how much i love my best friend? why can't i tell you the little things i notice about you? why can't you just look at me?"

"because!" you exclaimed suddenly. you cleared your throat awkwardly when you garnered a few looks. you spoke again in a lower tone.

"it makes me feel things- things i shouldn't be feeling for a friend."

"well, i would hope not. i'm not just your friend, i'm your best friend."

"but that's the thing, sunoo," you sighed. "sometimes, i feel like i don't want to be just best friends. i look at you and see someone with a sweet smile, and with an even sweeter personality. i've never met someone who's as pretty on the inside as they are on the outside.

"when i look at you, it feels like the world is clearer, easier to bear. when i look at you, i see someone i want to spend the rest of my life with - someone i love."

sunoo was silent for a moment.

and you were so scared that you messed it up, your friendship. you couldn't stand the deafening absence of his voice, overtaken by the crackle of the flames and background voices.

just when you were about to stand up to go hide in your room, he finally spoke up.

"are you the original anonymous sender?"

you froze in place.

"you are, aren't you?"

"how... how did you figure it out?"

"i wasn't entirely sure at first. but like i said earlier, i've been trying to gather details from your previous letters.

"in the second letter you'd sent, you mentioned my hair was soft and fluffy. i don't really let anyone touch my hair, because they'd definitely ruin it," he rolled his eyes. "well, except you. but i figured the sender probably meant it looked soft and fluffy, so i just brushed it off.

"but then things started to add up. one time, the letter smelled like dittany, which we had made in herbology just that previous friday. another time, i noticed that the 'addressed to' writing at the front used navy blue ink, instead of black or blue. you're the only person i know who uses that colour.

"and then, when you fell sick recently, the letters stopped. but i was so worried for you that i didn't even notice, until you mentioned it in your letter today.

"i realised it was most likely you when your letter said the word 'cutesy' in your howler today. i've known you for years, you think i wouldn't have noticed the way you speak?" he laughed quietly.

"so.. you knew this whole time?"

"i suspected it, but not definitely."

"and you never told me."

"i didn't want to force a confession out of you," he admitted. "i wanted you to tell me yourself."

"so now what?" you asked. you still weren't sure where his own feelings lay. sure, he knew that you were the not-so-secret admirer, but did he like you?

every time you saw him smiling at another letter (even if it was howling in his face on a monday morning), you felt even more scared to tell him how you felt. you watched as he came to like the anonymous sender, and not you. he had created his own persona for the sender, and it was definitely not you. you were scared that he would be disappointed to find out it was you after all, and not his dream person.

"you're over thinking again," he said simply.

"can you blame me?"

"for the record, i love you too," he said, setting the cup down and taking your hands in his. "you didn't have to resort to howling at me to get my attention, or something like that. i've only ever looked at you. and i will only ever look at you; in my world, you're the only one in it."

tears leaked out of your eyes. "so i did all of that for nothing?"

sunoo laughed and wiped your cheeks, caressing them with the soft touch of his thumbs. "no, nothing like that! i realised my feelings for you when i got that first howler, because when i pictured who might be behind those red letters, i could only imagine you. the thought of it being anyone else made me cringe."

"what if it wasn't me?" you pouted playfully.

"then i would have rejected them, if they ever confessed to me for real. and i would have loved you with my whole being, even if you never liked me back."

"you would have cried yourself to sleep every night," you laugh, a croak in your voice from crying just moments ago. you know him too well.

"you're right! so thank god that wasn't the case." sunoo hugged you tighter, and you wrapped your arms around his middle. a satisfied sigh escapes your lips.

right then, you also thank whatever being out there let you meet your best friend. and you're grateful that you can give sunoo all of your love without holding back - not-so-secretly anymore.

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