exomeme | part seventy two

sehun is ridiculous i cant ;;

chanyeol's rapping floors me all the time sigh. the only other kpop rapper i've liked this much is mir

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lol senpai chebal. chan ur face

idk how and why i like mir's rap but i do

lay looks once again like he doesn't realize anyone is touching him lmao ;;

sigh me too u___u

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anon he goes all the way up

i kinda like his rapping too but not sure if u're fakestanning or being sarcastic since ihni how mir sounds like lol

*tells self* if you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all.

bc mir is good

chensooyeol rn. lol at others' motherly stare

i'm so confused and horny and shocked and weepy and baffled by this

anon i'm being so serious! mir is legit a good rapper

the motto

1635w, hp!au

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this is a part of krisho shippy photo set but... um suho wth r u doing with ur face

chanyeol's cover of officially missing you on sukira made me frown so hard lol

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sitting here telling myself that baekhyun is looking lovingly at doppar

The astronomy tower is off-limits, and Yifan normally likes to follow the rules but he thinks he can make an exception tonight, as the stars cast an ethereal glow across Yixing’s face, the wind stirring gently in his hair. Lately everything is about Yixing, and it’s frightening. This, too, was originally Yixing’s idea – a piece of parchment sitting innocently on Yifan’s bed when he was about to turn in in the evening, meet me in the astronomy tower? Yifan’s never been one for missing out on sleep, so of course he— …puts on a warmer cloak, and foregoes his nightly skincare routine to drag himself up to the highest point of Hogwarts, like the good boyfriend he is. Really, he should get an award.

He thinks it’s worth it, for the way Yixing’s eyes had brightened upon seeing him, the way he’d kissed him, seated on the edge of a window with arms wrapped around Yifan’s neck, casually leaning back like he trusted him with his life, like he trusted him with the world.

It’s Yixing’s idea, but he’s asleep now, having dozed off in soft giggles to the way Yifan traced out constellations into drawings with his wand. Without Yixing awake to distract him, Yifan can feel his shoulders start to feel stiff, and the cool breeze begins to feel a bit too chill. He thinks about falling asleep too, but with both of them asleep there’s nothing to say they won’t be caught—

As if on cue, he hears a door hinge rattle, and turns his head with a jerk, remembering only last minute to keep his torso still so as not to displace Yixing. There’s nobody there, but it’s difficult to see in the dark, so he stays there tensed for a few minutes longer, ready to wake Yixing and—and he doesn’t know what, there isn’t really anywhere to hide.

But minutes pass, and there’s nothing, and just as he’s about to close his eyes and lean his head against Yixing’s, a strong blast of wind blows past, throwing his wand out of his hand, and then when he stretches over to reach for it, lifting it up and dangling in front of his face.

Maybe not nothing then. “Who’s there?” Yifan calls out, making a futile swipe at the wand as he tries to project some bravado he doesn’t feel – he’s a Hufflepuff, not a Gryffindor, he thinks he can cut himself some slack.

The wand rattles a bit before a hand appears around it, silvery and translucent, and Yifan would dash but then the arm, shoulder, and the rest of the body appears. It’s a ghost, and all of Yifan’s hairs are standing on end but he needs his wand and he still has Yixing on his shoulder.

It’s a boy ghost, probably not older than him or Yixing when he died – magic had preserved his pretty face, long lashes, but the gleam in his eyes look distinctly otherworldly.

“You shouldn’t be here,” it says, eyes narrowing, and unconsciously Yifan shivers, arm wrapping around Yixing’s waist to pull him closer. The ghost doesn’t miss the movement, and when Yifan blinks flies at them, so all he sees when he opens his eyes is the silvery material tearing through Yixing and he shouts, throws both arms over Yixing –

But Yixing continues sleeping peacefully, a frown passing over his face and a shiver passing through his body before he burrows into Yifan’s chest and it passes.

There’s laughter above him, and Yifan looks up to see that the ghost has looped back over to float in front of them, flipping the wand idly in its hand as if it were a quill, “Lovebirds, hmm?” it asks, and Yifan wonders how long it’s been hiding here, “I’m just kidding, feel free to stick around. It’s nice to have a bit of company.”

Slowly, Yifan relaxes his grip around Yixing, and the ghost continues, “I’m Lu Han,” and extends a hand. Yifan stares at it, and before he has time to react the ghost laughs, seeming almost embarrassed, “Sorry, I forgot that doesn’t work anymore,” but Yifan feels bad for having mistaken his intentions, and the ghost looks almost sad there, small with his hand dangling in front of him. Yifan has always picked up the stragglers and underdogs, and something about the way Lu Han looks now makes his heart twinge, so he quickly slips a hand up, barely touching the shimmering surface, “Yifan.”

Lu Han looks surprised, but it’s quickly replaced by a laugh that crinkles the edges of his eyes prettily. He slips his hand into and through Yifan’s own, “It’s nice to meet you.” It feels icy cold, and Yifan has to remind himself not to withdraw until Lu Han’s pulled away, though the slight grin on the ghost’s lips gives him the feeling he’d known the effect he had. There’s a beat of silence, both of them watching the other, before Lu Han speaks again, “How old are you this year?”

“Fifth,” Yifan answers, “how ol—“

“A prefect?” Lu Han cuts him off, floating in closer as he spots the badge. He reaches out to touch it, and there’s that searing cold again, spreading out from his chest. “Tsk tsk, shouldn’t you know that the tower is off-limits?” Lu Han is murmuring, and Yifan shrinks back into himself to escape the touch this time.

“Yeah, sorry,” he says, his shrug sheepish. He doesn’t know how to interact with this ghost that acts like he knows him already.

Lu Han stares at him, unreadable, still idly twirling the wand. Yifan wonders if now would be a good time to ask for it back, but instead Lu Han’s gaze falls on Yixing, “What’s his name?”

He continues like that, pulling information out of Yifan—they’re Hufflepuffs, Yifan in his fifth year and Yixing in his fourth, they started dating by Yifan’s third year, Yifan’s favorite subject is History of Magic (Lu Han laughs, and Yifan tries to pretend he doesn’t feel embarrassed), and Yixing’s Care of Magical Creatures. Gradually the awkward silences lessen, though Yifan himself has never been talkative and the ghost appears at time to be reaching to find questions.

“Are you always here?” Yifan eventually asks, finally getting a question in himself. Lu Han hasn’t told him a thing about himself, and now his eyes widen, stopping halfway through a flip he’d been starting (he’s been doing this the entire time, flipping upside down and through walls and Yifan isn’t sure what the point is).

Lu Han licks his lips, Yifan wondering if his lips are actually wet, or if it’s just an old habit that has yet to die. “Yes,” he says, and Yifan is surprised at the direct answer. “Why, are you planning to visit me?” he demands.

“Sure,” Yifan says automatically, surprising himself.

Lu Han seems pleased, and his skin shimmers particularly bright.

“Is it too much for me to ask the same?” Yifan jokes, and the shimmering stops, but Lu Han just shrugs before responding, slyly, “Well, I suppose I do have to return your wand eventually…”

“Hey!” Yifan protests, brows creasing heavily in a frown and Lu Han laughs, leans close and sits on the air in front of Yifan so they’re eye to eye, and presses the wand between them to unfurrow the skin.

“Kidding, kidding,” he murmurs, and lets go, Yifan catching the wand awkwardly as it falls. It looks smaller, transferred from Lu Han’s hands to his own.

“I should let you two be now,” he says, leaning back so the glow of his skin no longer clouds Yifan’s vision, his grin when he pulls back soft and his gaze cast now on Yixing next to him. “Visit me!” he repeats, waving cheerfully as the lower half of his body disappears, upward in a gradient until he’s gone again. Yifan stares after him, half-expecting him to reappear again, but he doesn’t.

Yixing remains asleep, and it isn’t until several hours later, when the sun starts peeking out over the Forbidden Forest that Yifan shakes him awake.

He startles, blinking at Yifan like he’s still struggling to open his eyes and Yifan gives him a smile, leaning in to kiss him. Yixing’s eyes flutter closed again and he sighs into the kiss, but when he pulls back he has a small frown on his face, “Did you sleep at all?”

“Uh, yeah,” Yifan lies, faking a yawn and stretching out his long limbs, actually stiff from the night.

He thinks about telling Yixing about Lu Han, but Yixing is grinning as he leans in, dimple ominous as he laughs, “Don’t lie to me Yifan, you’re so obvious.”

“No, really!” he says, still playing along even if he knows he’s already lost, but Yixing just rises to his knees, pulling close until they’re eye to eye – Yifan has a flash of déjà vu, but then Yixing presses a kiss beneath one eye, then the other. “You’ll get eyebags, duizhang~” he teases.

“Yeah?” he says, still a bit dazed, but Yixing hovering over him brings him back to himself. “Going to get me into bed then, Yixing?” he asks, flashing a sleazy grin.

Yixing laughs and butts him in the head for that, but then he continues climbing forward, Yifan leaning back on his arms until Yixing is in his lap, arms trapping Yifan to the ground as he kisses him, languid and easy. One of Yifan’s hands finds its way to Yixing’s hips, the other still holding him off the ground, and with the eager sound Yixing makes, the eager tongue against his own and the way he tries not to buck his hips forward into Yifan’s, he forgets to worry about Lu Han, and whether he’s still there, hidden.

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oops that ending is not supposed to sound so creepy ;; maybe tbc

sehun calm down

god damn that bodeh

aww anon i think he is looking at doppar. not sure if lovingly or not tho

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his face is so great

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