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Seoulwoo
PS Siwoo, meanwhile, was entering the dining carriage after having addressed the Gryffindor carriage. He was still freaking out over the fact that holy shit, I'm a prefect. Right off the bat he'd thought it was a horrible idea to apply for prefect in the first place but he didn't think he'd actually... well, get it. He had only applied because Freya had as a support but he didn't expect to actually get prefect. Maybe last year he would've been okay with it, but one of the reasons why he was a horrible choice for prefect was sitting right across from him. "Look, before you complain, yeah, I'm late. But I have to do prefect stuff," Siwoo defended. "Speaking of prefect stuff. Let's lay out some rules." When the news of being prefect hit him, he immediately thought of Seoul and graffiti. Mostly because Seoul was boyfriend who did graffiti who somehow got him into graffiti art. Which isn't a great thing to have on your resume as prefect. "You are not off the hook for any vandalism, fighting, disresepcting faculty, or any other breaking of any other rules just because we're dating," he said hurriedly, all in the same, rushed breath. He took in a deep gulp of air and relaxed. "But besides that, I missed you." (19:59, January 15, 2019 (UTC))

PS He snorted at that. He thought of Seoul incredibly highly, but not in the moral, follow the rules type way. Seoul, to an extent, was the exact opposite of a modest role model student. Siwoo stretched his arm across the table and intertwined his fingers with Seoul's, smiling softly. At Seoul's response, he raised an eyebrow. "I can't way for the day I knock that cocky smirk off your face, Kang," he responded. Not that he wanted to get his boyfriend in trouble, but he was determined to catch him in act. Would he report him? Have you met Siwoo? He'd be too soft for that. And even if he was going to, they both knew Seoul had him wrapped around his finger regardless. "Excited to meet the thestrals?" (20:45, January 15, 2019 (UTC))

PS "Game on." This was already going to be a horrible idea. The probability of him actually being a good prefect and reporting Seoul was twice as low as him helping Seoul. Note to self, Kang Seoul is an incredibly bad influence. An influence he has no problem with keeping around as long as possible. "You're going to love them," Siwoo chirped. "They're a lot more friendly than they seem. Not that they seem hostile or anything just... I don't know how to describe it." He thought for a while and then grinned. "They're you--cold and lazy." (21:07, January 15, 2019 (UTC))

PS Siwoo groaned at that, leaning forward and smacking his head into the table—gently of course, as not to worry Seoul. "I refuse," he started, his words muffled by the table. "Absolutely, utterly, refuse," he continued. "To tell you." Despite it, he knew what was coming. There were some things everyone knew about prefects. Like how they had their own bathroom on the fifth floor or that, with the excuse of patrolling for students staying out late, they themselves could stay out later. However, Siwoo was determined to separate his boyfriend from anything prefect related. Especially perks. (01:58, January 16, 2019 (UTC))

PS Siwoo didn't notice, in fact, he still had his head down. This was more to block the red that was rapidly spread across his face at Seoul's notion. Of course Seoul would suggest hooking up in the prefect bathroom. Why should he expect any less? Siwoo didn't even know what to respond to that. If he spoke now, all that would come out would be a flustered stutter. "N-no, definitely no," he coughed, sitting up again. He wasn't sure his blush had faded but knowing him, it was probably still there. "You're not allowed to be there off the bat anyway." (08:37, January 16, 2019 (UTC))

PS Siwoo narrowed his eyes are Seoul and clicked his tongue. "Why do you want to be in it anyway? It's just a bathroom," he said, slightly suspicious. He was on a thin equilibrium of wanting to encourage Seoul into fucking him in the Prefect bathroom and stopping him. (00:09, January 17, 2019 (UTC))

PS His face reddened even more as he attempted to defend himself in what sounded like gibberish and stuttering. "W-What? N-no, that is definitely n-not what I meant," he huffed. Seoul was making his heart beat faster than it was supposed to, and he was supposed to be relaxed right now. "I'm just, I, well... um..." (05:05, January 17, 2019 (UTC))

PS Had Siwoo realized he was playing right into Seoul's hands? Yes. Did he want to do anything about it? Kind of. Should he? Probably. Could he? Definitely not. Honestly, sometimes Seoul had more control of his body than he did. "A-as far as I'm a-aware, that's a for-foregin concept," he muttered. (07:31, January 17, 2019 (UTC))

PS Damnit, Kang Seoul. Just the feeling of Seoul's hand on his thigh was evidence of the fact that Seoul had Siwoo wrapped around his finger. Honestly, it was ridiculous. Siwoo's face reddened more every word Seoul spoke, and he could barely focus on the words themselves because he kept thinking about the fact that Seoul's hand was on his thigh. His mind was wondering places and he needed to reel himself back to reality. "C-Com...C-completely..." He swallowed and exhaled. "Completely normal," he replied, managing to compose himself for a short second. (21:36, January 17, 2019 (UTC))

PS He wanted to deadpan, "This is anything but normal," but couldn't. The reason? Seoul's hand had moved upwards and that was bad. Very bad. And the way Seoul was staring at him made him freeze and melt all at the same time. He was in love with this boy, so damn in love with him. "You..." The words left his mouth, Seoul was tracing shapes on his leg. He was fighting a loosing battle. "... Seoul," he whined. "This is unfair." (02:17, January 18, 2019 (UTC))

PS Seoul was testing the last of his patience, and at this point he was tempted to let Seoul do whatever the hell he wanted as long as Siwoo was the focus of his attention. "Seoul," he hissed quietly, glancing down at the other's wandering hand. Just then, Carlisle entered, and he never knew he could feel more relieved and irritated at the same time. Half of him was thanking the gods for sending Carlisle and the other half was incredibly annoyed that Carlisle had entered when he did, just when Seoul was going to... He smiled apologetically at Carlisle, "Yeah, I was in a hurry. Sorry about that, Carlisle," he said. "Thanks for bringing it too me though. I didn't even realize I dropped it." He glanced at Seoul from the corner of his eyes as continued, "If you hadn't, maybe a snake would've stolen it." He emphasized snake, glaring at Seoul before turning back to Carlisle, all the more, still smiling. "If you finished your rounds, wanna sit with us? We should get to know each other." (14:02, January 18, 2019 (UTC))

PS He ignored Seoul, pinching his arm in secret as Carlisle responded. "That's great." Siwoo grinned to hide the fact that he was forcing Seoul's hand from in between his thighs as Carlisle sat down. "You're a year younger than me right? You guys must have some classes together then." (17:32, January 18, 2019 (UTC))

PS He clenched his jaw as he listened to Seoul and Carlisle talk, feeling Seoul start to palm him. Fucking hell, Kang Seoul. If you don't keep your fucking hands to yourself, lord so help me--He was drawn back into the conversation at Seoul's chuckle, shifting a little in his seat to try and combat Seoul's obvious quest to get him in trouble. "Um..." Siwoo coughed out, his cheeks lighting up. Damnit, this was a horrible time to start blushing again. Fuck you, Kang Seoul. "It was... um, it was something," he said. He'd rather not get in detail for personal reasons, but he was sure some semblance of gossip that he had ended up in the hospital over the summer had gotten out. He just hoped Carlisle wouldn't ask about it. "I'm glad to be back though. How about you?" He dropped his arms from the table to his lap, wrapping his fingers around Seoul's wrist under the table to try to get him to stop before he lost it completely. (05:37, January 19, 2019 (UTC))

PS He pressed his lips together to suppress the sounds that might slip out due to Seoul's... activities. He leaned into Seoul's body, trying to play it off as them just being... couple-y, instead of struggling not to whimper at how flustered Seoul was making him. "Hospital?" he squeaked. A normal person would shut down the situation easiy, Siwoo? Not so much. "Ah... Yeah," he mumbled. "I was there. Why do you ask?" (06:29, January 19, 2019 (UTC))

PS At the increased movement, he closed his eyes and mouthed a breathless, "Fuck." This was so damn good. It was happening. Siwoo was breaking. And now his only objective was to get Carlisle as far as possible away from them so he could let it escalate. Luckily, he did it around the time Carlisle finished, so it just looked like he was panicking to himself instead of loosing control of himself just below the table. He opened his eyes again and sighed, avoiding looking at Seoul for multiple reasons. "Um, just an accident," he said, playing it off. "I'm doing great now though." (07:03, January 19, 2019 (UTC))

PS He was digging his nails into his palms, keeping his mouth shut as tightly as possible as he watched the exchange. He could only manage a weak wave to Carlisle as he left, and the moment the other prefect did he dropped his hand and shut his eyes, whispering cuss words under his breath. "You ass," he murmured, turning his head to look at Seoul, but Siwoo's eyes held less panic and more lust. "I..." He didn't know if he could stop himself from hopping into Seoul's lap and letting him finish Siwoo off, especially since the dining carriage was virtually empty since Carlisle left. (00:29, January 20, 2019 (UTC))

PS He opened his eyes at the sudden lack of presence. Maybe a bit earlier, he would've been grateful but now he's just pissed off and incredibly horny. "Seoul," he hissed, watching Seoul nonchalantly reach for his coffee like nothing was happening. Damnit, this asshole was going to make him beg. Seoul damn well knew what he was doing and irritated Siwoo to no end. "Seoul." (00:39, January 20, 2019 (UTC))

PS This boy was getting on his last nerve. "You know exactly what I want," he remarked. He made a face but ultimately succumbed to his growing need for Seoul to stop fucking around and giving him what he had been marketing for awhile now. "Please," he pleaded, tilting his head like a needy puppy. "Please... give it to me." (00:52, January 20, 2019 (UTC))