I Agree. Count Me In!

I agree. Count me in!

Me kidnapping Wooyoung so Soobin and y/n can get married and live happily ever after ⬇️⬇️

QKSBJDJD PLS THIS IS TOO FUNNY

TAEHYUNG SEES EVERYTHING APPARENTLY..... 👀

omfg

the lone wolf.

Kakashi Hatake

Never to late tho 😛😜😜😜😜😜

I dunno why this reminded me of Cache tbh.

Soobhwa / Yeonsan

😛😛😛😛😛😛😛

AJSBDJJD SHOULD I CHANGE THE PAIRINGS ???? LMAO

I love these kinda crossovers.

Roses, Leather, and Love Potions

➳ wooyoung hogwarts au

➳ in which it seems your potions professor is really out to get you. or in other words, you’re in love with your potions seat partner and you have to make a love potion.

➳ warnings: cursing, probably inaccuracies, rushed and unedited writing because i was desperate to make this, it came out of no where idek

➳ wc: 1807

“We’re what?!” you nearly shriek out, mouth full of the delicious pastry that suddenly isn’t so appealing anymore. You force the food down your throat, eyes wide in panic as you regard your friend.

“Like I just said, I heard from Lana who heard from her boyfriend who heard from another sixth year in Ravenclaw who’s friends with Snape’s TA that we’re brewing Amortentia for a test today. Isn’t that exciting! I wonder what I’m going to smell. I think probably lemon…”

You drown your best friend out with a loud groan, faintly hearing the cackles of your older brother from a little further down the Slytherin table. You weakly lift your head from where it rested unceremoniously on your plate, flipping up your middle finger.

“Shut up San. There is nothing funny about this.”

He only laughs harder, the rest of your friends joining in after he informs them of your… predicament. It’s no secret to your house as to why you’ve reacted this way. Potions has always been one of your favorite classes, and you love the hands-on experience you don’t always experience with other courses. The trial and error, the lack of predictability, it all thrills you. Plus, you’ve always had a thing for blowing shit up.

The problem right now is your seat partner.

Obnoxious, loud, mischievous, annoying, over the top, flirty. These were just some words you can and have used to describe sixth year Gryffindor Jung Wooyoung. Unfortunately, those aren’t all of the words you could use.

Love of your life is definitely one.

A hand rubbing soothingly on your back taps you out of your internal panic. Your close friend Yeosang had plopped himself to your right, and you saw the poorly concealed humor in his eyes behind the obviously fake sympathy. Yeosang had found out about your crush on the boy during the Ancient Runes class you shared when he had caught you doodling his name on your parchment like a lovesick school girl. To this day he has never let you live that down, always making some snide remark about “so much for the Slytherin ice princess.”

Because it’s true. Coming into Hogwarts, your brother and you were textbook, stereotypical Slytherins. You both were born into a rich Pureblood family, being brought up with the ideals of Mudbloods and all of that mumbo jumbo. But by your second year, the two of you were swept into a chaotic group of 11, the walls your parents had so meticulously built being torn down by the rambunctious group of mixed witches and wizards from all houses.

You had integrated into the group first, albeit hesitantly, thanks to your extroverted potions partner. He helped you unlock a part of yourself you never thought possible, forcing the prejudiced beliefs out of you and your brother. He turned you from a personified icicle into the talkative and fun-loving witch you are today. (you are definitely still a bit icy and cold, but he thinks that’s part of your charm.)

You’ll never forget your first interaction with the boy, as it lives in the back of your mind, haunting you daily.

“Oh lovely. Another batch of bumbling idiots I have to attempt to teach.”

You regarded your disinterested teacher with an equally blank face, watching as he scowled at the group of Gryffindors roughhousing in the back. Professor Snape shut his book with a loud snap, catching the attention of the students in red.

Once the room was silent, he began to drawl on about stuff you already knew, so you promptly drowned him out. Your ears perked at the sound of seat partners being assigned, heart dropping when a boy in red robes sauntered up to you, a laid back grin on his young face.

“Yo. I’m Wooyoung.” he stuck his hand out in introduction, and you did little to hide the disgust on your face at his action.

“Get your filthy hand away from me half-blood,” you seeth, haughtily sticking your nose in the air. You expected him to cower away from you, realize that he was beneath you and that having the guts to even regard you in such a way was completely inappropriate and insulting given his blood status. So boy were you taken aback by his boisterous laughter and the unwelcome feeling of a hand grabbing yours before shaking it violently.

“I take it you’re a Pure right? That’s pretty cool man! I’m sure we are gonna be great friends.” he flashed a blinding smile at you, before flipping through his textbook, completely undeterred by your behavior. You sat stalk still, jaw practically on the floor. You were about to give him a piece of your mind, when Snape’s low voice interrupted your rage.

“We use toxic fumes in this class, so please do everyone and yourself a favor by closing your mouth before you breathe it in Miss Choi.”

Your face reddens in embarrassment, Wooyoung’s choked laughter only fueling your humiliation.

You shudder at the memory, the reminder of your past beliefs making you a little bit queasy. You still cannot believe you were ever so mean, just because of something as petty and insignificant as blood status.

Due to your reverie, you hadn’t noticed the students filing out of the great hall until San taps you on the shoulder.

“Stop daydreaming about Wooyoung. We need to get to potions on time for your public humiliation.”

You scoff, outraged, chasing your demonic brother with a red face, screaming that no you were not daydreaming about Wooyoung.

“Today we will be brewing Amortentia. If done correctly, you should be able to smell things that you love. If you should fail, well, then you won’t I guess. Just please do not drink it.” Snape sounds almost bored as he explains the day’s exam, a complete contrast to the lovesick boys and girls practically giggling with excitement. Your fear excitement is masked by an indifferent face, though anyone close to you could practically feel the stress radiating off of you. Following the day’s theme of distraction, you don’t notice everyone has retreated to their designated workspaces until Wooyoung begins to drag you to your shared space.

“Okay so I think that the best way to go about this would be for you- hey.” Your head whips over to see him regarding you with a strange look on his face.

“You good snowflake?”

“Yeah why I’m fine stop asking me!” your words fly out of you at a mile a minute. Wooyoung’s fingers gently trace your inner forearm, a soothing habit he had picked up after years of being your best friend.

“Woah woah chill! It was just a question, snowflake. You were staring at your book like it was going to come alive and eat you.” he laughs, eyes twinkling. He squeezes your wrist three times before letting go, going back to his book. The two of you agree on how to split the work, and the idea of just failing to avoid the inevitable crosses your mind briefly. You shake that selfish thought out, because how could you do that to Wooyoung? Also, you’re really not looking to fail this class.

The next two hours are filled with easy conversation, loud laughing, and detention threats from your oh-so-done-with-the-two-of-you professor. You wipe your hair from your sweaty brow, proudly and anxiously looking at your beautiful love potion. The mother-of-pearl sheen glares at you almost tauntingly. Snape sighs and loafs over, eyeing your potion.

“It looks about right, and I smell what I know I should be smelling. Decent job you two.”

He turns away, and you sigh with relief. But your relief is short-lived, for he speaks up again.

“What do you smell Miss Choi? I’m curious since you both are the first ones who have completed it successfully this period.”

Your heart stops briefly, and you suddenly stop breathing. You stare at your professor for a good couple minutes, before he clears his throat.

“This is part of your grade, answer me.”

You feel Wooyoung’s gaze boring into the side of your head, and you shakily breathe in.

“I smell…

Roses. Your favorite flower.

My laundry detergent. You've been using it since you were a child.

Cookies. Your favorite treat.

Eucalyptus and mint shampoo. Wooyoung’s favorite shampoo.

And leather cleaner.” Wooyoung’s on the Quidditch team.

Snape nods once, and walks away to grade another group. You can feel Wooyoung’s burning questions, but elect to ignore the tension. You make eye contact with Lana, briskly making her way to her without looking back once. Lana looks at you sympathetically when you reach her, and you let out a weary sigh.

Wooyoung finds you three hours later in the Great Hall, munching on your favorite chocolate chip cookies while attempting to focus on your Care of Magical Creatures essay. He plops down next to you, swinging an arm over your shoulder and shoving his head in your face.

“Smell my hair.”

You let out a sarcastic laugh at his playful jab.

“Haha Woo. Very funny. Just reject me and go away. I'm writing about… dragons or something.”

But the boy is insistent, and after a few minutes of him pleading and not moving, you give in. you breathe in the scent of yours and his favorite shampoo, and your heart shatters. You roll your eyes and push him off of you, but his arm never leaves your shoulder.

“So you said what you smell. It's only fair I say what I smelled!” his carefree tone and light smile almost make you want to cry.

“Dude please don-”

“I smelled…” he begins, and you steel yourself to take the rejection like the badass Slytherin you are.

“Rain. His favorite weather.

Homemade lasagna. His favorite dish.

Rose perfume. Your favorite perfume.

And Japanese cherry blossoms.” The scent of the candle you always have burning when you two study together.

He laughed softly at your bewildered face, before speaking again.

“I’m in love with you, you’re in love with me. Hogsmeade?” You almost feel like smacking him for being so brazen, but it’s something you’ve always loved about him. So you settle for throwing your head back and laughing, agreeing to his date with a grin on your face that could rival the sun.

When you walked into the Great Hall after the Hogsmeade trip wrapped around Wooyoung’s arm, you were a bit caught off guard with the lack of surprise. Your new boyfriend must have sensed your confusion and blurted out,

“Everyone quick! Act surprised!”

You stared in disdain as a chorus of “Whaaaaaaaaat?” and “No way never could’ve guessed” rings through the dining hall. You look at your boyfriend, and he shivers at your frosty gaze.

“What? Literally everyone knew except you snowflake. I was not hiding it.”

So usefull!!!

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