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part seventy

EUREUREONG EUREUREONG EUREUREONG（●＾o＾●）

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Joonmyun's balls are hard, Jongdae's balls are blue and Yifan's balls are tired and possibly in danger.

tree of life

Yifan expects Joonmyun's low whine when he takes his seat in charms class, having put up with his whining over Jongdae for at least a month now.

“What has he done now?”

“He conjured a huge flowerbed that said 'I miss you' and then turned it to stone.” Joonmyun turns to him with pitifully sad eyes. “I miss him, too.”

“Then why have you been bugging me for the past week? Can't you just go and see him?” With a flick of hiss wand, Yifan shot a bright flash of white at his satchel.

“Oh, undetectable extension charm? Difficult.” Joonmyun nods approvingly. “But... I don't know if he likes me like I like him and that's awkward.”

“I have to do something interesting. I finished this year's charm work over two weeks ago.” His satchel now takes his arm right up to the shoulder and he still isn't touching the edge. It's solid work. “Don't you think it would have been easier to just have asked instead of dramatically making a speech and leaving?”

“Can we not do this?”

“Oh, Jongdae, I know you said you wanted to put my penis in your mouth that one time, but would you mind it being long term. See, I want to put your penis in my mouth too, but I have these feelings.”

“Yifan.” Joonmyun is grinning, but Yifan supposes he should give some actual advice instead of purely making fun.

“Go find him. Actually ask him, or even force him into telling you he actually likes the soppy way you hold his hand when you had your tutoring sessions and then fuck in the room of requirement where I'm not likely to find you.”

“I should probably at least open my text book first. Flitwick is still upset I can't perform the unbreakable charm.” Joonmyun is looking at his tea cup like it is solely responsible for the murder of his family, and Yifan decides he needs to intervene before things reach a level of melodrama that will begin to affect him outside of his classes. He quickly checks to see if Flitwick can see before charming Joonmyun's cup for him.

“Make sure you learn to do that on your own. I'll tell Flitwick you're still having residual crumbling from your stone balls so you had to leave.” Yifan wonders if the tight hug Joonmyun engulfs him in is what garden gnome hugs would feel like.

“Will I see you at lunch?” Joonmyun asks, getting to his feet.

“Maybe. I have a professor I need to see.” Yifan gives him a wave as he slinks out of the door.

–

Yifan makes his way down to the groundskeeper's hut shortly after his charms class ends. It's a little less shabby than it has been in the six years Yifan has been here, but it still has the rough charm that Hagrid maintained. Their new professor is somehow more strange than a previously expelled giant wizard. It's only when he knocks on the large wooden door does Yifan notice he's actually nervous. His brow is beginning to sweat and he has to wipe his hands on his robes as they're so clammy.

“Ah, Yifan is it?” Professor Park is beaming at him from inside the hut, which is also noticeably cleaner than Hagrid used to keep it. He has to bite his lip to stifle his embarrassment when he nods like an eager dog to confirm his name. “Is there something you need?”

“I, er, I'm a little stuck with our homework assignment actually, professor.” Yifan is pulled into the hut by one very strong arm. In his surprise, he stumbles a little and has to be braced by his Professor. Yifan wonders why he even got up this morning. Professor Park ushers him down into an armchair, before taking the opposite one before conjuring some tea with his bewilderingly large wand.

“God it's huge.” Yifan catches himself saying under his breath. “I mean, Professor your wand looks very big. Er, bigger than normal. Shit.” Park is cackling wildly in his seat, slapping his thighs in his excitement.

“You know what that say about people with big wands, don't you Yifan?” He wiggles his brow and Yifan can feel the heat searing his cheeks. “Big personality, of course! Stop calling me Professor, by the way. I'm not much older than you. Chanyeol is fine. Except in lessons. People might think I have a crush on you and am giving you special treatment.” The quirk in his lips is still there, and Yifan wonders how much of Chanyeol's flush is actually from the steam rising from his tea.

“I doubt it, Professor. There are only six of us in the class.” Chanyeol erupts in a short-lived burst of laughter before stroking his chin thoughtfully.

“I blame Hagrid. I studied care of magical creatures here and his idea of fun teaching generally involved the most exciting ways to get murdered — it's no wonder nobody takes this class!” He meets Yifan's eyes with a small grin. “You'll be glad to know that only half of my classes involve ways to be dangerously murdered. Also call me Professor again and I'll deduct house points.”

“Oh. Okay. Anyway, I came to ask about the assignment on Welsh Greens.” Chanyeol's ears twitch in interest and Yifan is suddenly fighting the urge to thread his fingers through Chanyeol's hair and kiss him senseless. Chanyeol seems to catch his lack of concentration as he leans over the table and right into Yifan's space. His eyes are twinkling mischievously in the low light of the hut.

“Yes, Yifan? Welsh Greens?” Chanyeol tilts his head ever so slightly to the left. Yifan would probably find it cuter if he wasn't already flustered.

“It's just that there's nothing in our books about them. I can't write an essay on mating patterns if I don't have anything to learn it from.” Chanyeol reels back in alarm.

“What? You haven't learned about Welsh Greens.” He pauses for a moment to gauge Yifan's reaction. “Nothing? Nothing at all?” Then he's on his feet quicker than Yifan can keep up and dashing out of the hut.

“Get up, Yifan. We're going to the library.”

It's only eleven o'clock and Yifan is exhausted.

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part seventy

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