No, no, no no no.

Jeongin was pretty sure he would explode, sooner or later, was he to keep overhearing everything.

Apparently, having half Hogwarts already be asking him for advice and consequently revealing him their biggest secrets was not enough: he also had to find out about those the other half kept hidden, and most times he did by mistake (or, rarely, chance).

The first was by far the most common situation though, as he had discovered throughout the years: some of those secrets were so embarrassing he would wish to never have heard them – he could live on beautifully even without the knowledge that stern Madame Prince had once made out with Filch, he was sure of that.

Happening to find out about unexpected, but not unpleasant things was considerably harder, but that did not mean that it could not happen at times: once, he'd saved his whole Transfiguration class from an otherwise sure bloodbath, by discovering through a casual teacher's chat that Mrs. McGonagall was going to pull them a surprise test.
The Headmistress had shown rather suspicious handing them, truth be told, but as she had no evidence other than her own instinct she'd found herself no choice but to keep the marks as they were. Still to that very day, Jeongin carried an unexplainable pride for the E he'd got in that test.

Other times, those unwanted and unsearched for secrets could even be incredibly painful: he'd had a taste of that just a day before, when during the match he'd happened to see a girl – sitting a few rows beneath him – silently crying, her gaze fixed on a boy of her own House (they were both Hufflepuffs) chatting lovingly with a honeyed-skin Gryffindor: whether the boy was her biggest crush, or her ex-boyfriend, Jeongin couldn't have told; but he hated to see people suffering and that sight had given him a sour, sad aftertaste.

That blue aftertaste, he had been carrying for the past day and a half, and it had therefore been with that in mind that he had followed his classes during the morning and the early afternoon, and had then set off for the library with his friends to do the homework he needed to get done: Jeongin hated to admit it, but he was just a very sentimental type, and other's moods could often affect his own. The situation, besides, had given him other topics to reflect on: what if, for example, that happened to him? How would he feel? How would he react? Would he ever get past the rejection? and also: Why did such things have to happen? Couldn't people just be attracted solely by their true soulmate? Why would you ever grow tired of your partner?

The homework he had not done too well either,due to the haunting reflections that kept creeping to the back of his mind, making it impossible for him to focus fully.

"Oof", had said Beomgyu after awhile that they had been at it, massaging his belly theatrically. "I'm done! – and starving. I think they are already serving dinner?"

Him and his other friends therefore started packing their things up, but Jeongin was still so behind with his homework that he decided to linger there a little longer to get them roughly done.

"Innie, aren't you coming?" asked Beomgyu when he saw that the boy was not moving.

Jeongin tensed up, but without showing it: he knew he should not act frustrated with Beomgyu, – he'd done nothing! – but that day he felt so nervous he might've accidentally mistreated everyone had he not been able to control himself.

"No Gyu, not yet. I still have to finish a couple things".

"I can wait for you" kindly offered the fellow House-member.

I should think not, thank you. "No, please, don't make me feel guilty for keeping you away from dinner! Go, really, I'll join you later".

Beomgyu had tried to protest some more, but lastly the friend and his just as kind replies, – added up to his hunger, Jeongin suspected – had got him to yield.

"As you wish" he'd said at last. "See you later, Innie".

Jeongin had then shut his books close and got up to leave: he was not in the mood to complete them, he knew, but the sole thought of sitting next to people at dinner just did not sit right with him.

Sighing, the boy took the heavy volume of Hogwarts: a History and set off to place it back on its rightful shelf, his bag already on his back: the sooner he would leave that place, the better he would feel.

History books were kept in the furthest section from the library, so it took him sometime to get there, and just as much to find where exactly the book was supposed to be: Madame Prince was very neat-picky about her books, and the last thing he wished was to get her mad.

Making his way back up, he heard a soft chit-chatting coming from the left-sided wing of the library. Normally, he wouldn't have cared, but he could swear he had heard his friend Felix's voice, so he promptly turned back to go and check if it was indeed the Hufflepuff who was speaking.

After losing his track among the many, tall shelves, he finally spotted two people: of one, he could only see their back; the other, however, could've not been mistaken by any other than Felix.

Grinning, Jeongin was about to approach the duo, but something about the friend's expression made him stop. They're clearly having some sort of discussion, he thought. Let's just wait until they're done.
He had already decided he wasn't going to do his homework, so he had time.

He leaned back on one of the shelves, hiding himself from their sight, but pushed a few books aside so that he could have a little space to look at them. This way, I will be able to tell when they're done, and I won't run the risk to interrupt them.

The boy who was giving his back to the Ravenclaw suddenly turned around, and suspiciously supervisioned the whole area.

I should probably move thought Jeongin, who was starting to panick. They will want to be alone – why else check? But if I do move, they've fallen so silent they would definitely hear me... Oh God, what do I do?

Jeongin was still deeply immersed in his reflections, when the sound of a chair scratching got him back to reality: the other person – Jisung, a Gryffindor; now he was sure, as he had seen him when he'd whirled around – had leaned even nearer to Felix, clearly about to tell him some secret he didn't want others to know about.

Now officially panicking, Jeongin brought his hands to his ears, in an attempt at stopping the overhearing he was now bound to listen, in just a matter of seconds.

Don't listen don't listen don't listen! "So... I think you have the right to know that – I like boys". Well, fuck.

[I love the quote because it reminds me of Levanter – "'they sau it's darkest of all / before / the / dawn"].

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bby innie is no bby no more & curses🤭🤭.

okay but jokes apart get ready cuz we're boutta meet w so much drama omg, i hate myself at times 😖😳🥶 lol but it is what it is & i think it'll be so catastrophic to the point of becoming funny so it's all okay👌🏻.

thursday will be seungmean, hope you guys will be looking forward to that!!

Vic🌙.