Accident Prone PV Kim finished

--- The Slytherin who became a Gryffindor ---

Around five months had gone by since he'd first gotten sorted into Gryffindor. During that time, he'd interacted with a lot of people. He wasn't sure whether to call any of them friends but they were definitely people he was interested in, for one reason or another. History of Magic had been boring as usual, a lecture about random content he wasn't really into. But what HAD surprised him had been the inclusion of 2 charms and 1 hex on the class syllabus.

That would actually become one of his favorite parts of this particular class. But the professor was sneaky and didn't allow his students to learn them all at once. He spaced them out throughout the year so that they would be forced to come to the class regularly, in case he decided to let them learn one that particular day. Kim stifled a yawn and waited until the other students left the classroom. He didn't like pushing and shoving his way to the entrance.

Crowds destroyed him.

Thus, he tended to avoid them as much as possible.

He was about to leave when something got his attention. An abandoned book lying on top of one of the tables. Kim's curiosity was aroused and he walked over to pick it up and flipped through the pages. It was a normal textbook for the class he was in and appeared to be left by one of the students. There was no name anywhere on the book, so he couldn't tell whose it was. A nice person would have picked it up, gone to the professor's office and given it to him.

It was simple enough to tell the wizard that a student had left it behind. But Kim was different from most students. A sigh escaped his lips and he set the book down on the windowsill. Whoever had left it would probably come back for it eventually. It wasn't his duty to look after others, especially a stranger who he didn't even know anything about. He picked up his satchel and headed for the entrance, just in time to get hit in the face by the door opening up.

What the hell?

Who would open the door without knocking first? Or at least open it slowly?

"!!!" Kim was knocked off balance and the back of his head hit the floor rather hard, causing him to see stars for a brief moment. The satchel he was carrying fell out of his hands but thankfully the contents weren't spilled out, since it was closed. Kim vaguely heard someone say something, but couldn't make out what it was as he struggled to get up. He only made it partway up and an unfamiliar face came into view. Well, damn. Whoever it was, was so cute.

Really cute.

Kim blinked rapidly, feeling his heart skip a few beats.

For some reason, he couldn't look away from the newcomer's face. What was going on with him??? Kim's lips parted slightly and he kept staring at the other boy above him.

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His head hurt like hell.

Nothing he hadn’t endured before, but that didn't mean it hurt any less. Oh fuck. Blinking rapidly, he looked up, hair ruffled and his uniform uncharacteristically out of place. His hand jumped to his head, brushing his dark brown hair away from his eyes.

“Who the fuck-”

He paused his motion, his hand stilling in his hair as he took in the sight in front of him. He’d collided with another student. His classmate it seemed. The boy had fallen as well, and appeared dazed, staring at Felix. Felix barely had time to recover from his fall before he stood swiftly and pointed at the boy accusingly, his visage yet again twisted into a frown.

“Hey! What the fuck was that?!”

No way in hell was he helping the boy up. Felix had never really helped anyone in his life. He was the selfish type no doubt. Narrowing his eyes, he glanced to the desk where he had been sitting during the lesson. His textbook wasn’t there.

Felix let out a string of colourful swear words that no doubt would have driven his mother crazy. Striding across the room, he bent down to look under the table, then straightening up he stared wildly across the room flickering his gaze back and forth before turning to the boy. He was still on the floor.

“Are you not going to stand up? What the fuck are you doing?”

The comment was rather harsh, and Felix had hardly stopped to acknowledge the boys condition, sprawled on the floor, his bag flung to the side, looking like a lost puppy.

@Kim Sato

--- The Slytherin who became a Gryffindor ---

The boy who'd collided with him recovered first from their mutual fall together. As he pointed at Kim and started to yell at him, Kim blinked. Even his voice was cute and actually rather unique. It was kind of low and husky, not the type one might expect to come from such an adorable creature. He couldn't help but relish the sound and wondered how someone like this boy could exist in the world. A faint smirk came to his lips as he continued to stare at him.

The Hufflepuff let out a string of curse words suddenly and strode over to the desk that the textbook had been on before. He started looking across the room, apparently searching for something and Kim guessed that he was the owner of the abandoned book. So its owner had returned for it, what a nice boy he was, Kim thought sarcastically to himself. He didn't even realize he was still on the floor until the Hufflepuff 'kind of' yelled at him again. Ah, yes right.

He picked himself up off the floor and brushed the dust and dirt off his robes.

Oh, hell.

A stinging sensation around his nose became apparent to him as he stood. Kim reached up to wipe the blood away from his left nostril, probably from when the door had met his face earlier. Yup, his nose had protected the rest of his face from getting marred from before.

Not that that was any consolation.

Kim grimaced as the back of his head throbbed a bit, but he tried to ignore it for now. At least he wasn't bleeding there, that was a relief, so it couldn't be serious right?

He leaned down to pick up his satchel and made the mistake of making eye contact with the other boy in the room. From what he could see, he had pretty brown eyes. Kim averted his own eyes and was tempted to simply leave the Hufflepuff to his own devices but decided he might as well give him a tip as to where his missing textbook was. "Might want to try the windowsill." He remarked and turned around to head towards the entrance to leave. There.

That was his good act for the day.

The other boy could get what he was missing and Kim could leave. He wasn't going to make a fuss over what had happened because it had been an accident and he wasn't too injured.

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Felix ran a hand through his hair in frustration, the steady throb of pain in the back of his head a reminder that he still hadn’t fully recovered from his fall. Why couldn't he find his damn book?! In his wild state of frustration, he had hardly noticed the other boy stand up from his sprawled position on the floor. He was pretty sure the boy had spoken, although he hadn't heard whatever he had said. Felix spun back around and wasn't surprised to see that the boy was shorter in stature than him, by nearly a head or so. Felix was expected to be taller than most of his fellow classmates, owing to the fact that he was a couple of years older. His temper was already sailing above the surface, and his anger did not subside when he caught the boy smirking. In fact, it did the opposite. Striding forwards, he swiftly, and not gently, grabbed the shorter boy by the shoulders and pushed him until his back was against the wall, Felix towering over him like some predatory animal ready to kill its prey.

“You thought you could leave just like that huh?” He scoffed, his face inches away from the other boy's own, and a shift in his gaze to the boy's uniform informed him that this was a gryffindor he was encountering. Not a bloody gryffindor. He hated the lot of them. For many valid and non-valid reasons. Shifting his gaze back to the boy's face, he studied the trickle of blood that was now running down the gryffindors face. Had he hit himself that hard? Or was he just prone to nosebleeds?

Now that he was in close proximity to him, Felix could see almost every inch and detail of his face. He absentmindedly noted the delicate strands of hair, which had been ruffled in the fall, brushing against the boy's nose bridge, the peak of his nose, the milky-white complexion of his skin, the beauty spot under his left eye, the pink colour of his lips…The boy's eyes looked soft, slightly fearful, or maybe it was just surprise, since Felix had backed him into the wall unexpectedly. Felix shamelessly stared. His dark molten eyes pierced the gryffindors as though he were trying to telepathically consume the boy whole, or drown in his captivating gaze. This boy's looks could rival Felix’s handsome own.

Felix’s thoughts stayed floating in his subconscious, however in reality, he did not at all notice he was staring. His left hand was still placed on the boy's shoulders, the right placed flat against the wall, their faces inches apart. Anyone who walked in might have read the scene as something totally different from a confrontation regarding a textbook. In fact, it hardly looked like that at all.

@Kim Sato

--- The Slytherin who became a Gryffindor ---

It came as a surprise when the Hufflepuff ran after him and grabbed his shoulders. Kim's eyes widened as he was pushed back, until his back hit one of the walls in the room. He looked up at the Hufflepuff and realized the other boy was quite tall, compared to him. Kim himself was taller than most boys his age, but he wasn't as tall as Felix was. It looked as if the boy in front of him was a few inches taller. But he didn't have much time to think about their height right now. The boy's face was steadily getting closer to his own. It was making him nervous.

What on earth was he trying to do?!

Kim couldn't help but let his eyes flicker over the Hufflepuff's face, trying to figure out what his goal was. But all he could see was the other boy's beautiful features.

He had dark brown, almost shiny, hair with bangs that fell into his eyes. As for his skin, it was clear and soft and he also had a milky, slightly tanned complexion. Kim had to hide a smirk upon thinking that his skin reminded him of vanilla caramel ice cream. His stomach growled at the thought. But now was not the time for thinking about food! Well, unless that 'food' was eye candy and came in the form of the Hufflepuff boy that was currently in front of him. Kim blinked upon realizing that the boy was still staring at him and saying absolutely nothing.

Felix's stare was literally destroying him. Kim swallowed hard and began to blink rapidly, until eventually he ended up averting his eyes from the boy before him.

He should have pushed the Hufflepuff away from him.

He should have yelled back at him, or ran off and not let him catch up to him.

But he hadn't and now...

Earlier, Kim's hair band had fallen out and caused his hair to come down. As a result, a few strands of hair fell into his eyes and shielded part of his face from view, which was a godsend. He couldn't look into the other boy's eyes, it was too much for him. Those molten brown eyes were too intense. For some reason, he started to feel as if he couldn't breathe. It didn't help that the Hufflepuff's one arm was placed flat against the wall, blocking him from escaping, while the other was still on his shoulder. He could feel his heart pounding like crazy inside.

It wasn't fear.

It was something else. Something different. Something he'd never experienced before.

Kim finally raised his eyes again, the boy's pink supple lips coming into view as his gaze lingered on them. And then his blue eyes made contact with the taller boy before him.

Nope.

Not going to happen.

He couldn't do it. Once more, Kim averted his eyes and tried to calm himself down.

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@Felix Jeong

The gryffindors gaze flickered, knocking some sense of reality into Felix and reminding him that he was not in fact staring at an inanimate object. The boy stood in front of him, looking like a fish out of damn water, and all the while, Felix is thanking every star in the universe that made this fucked up page of fate occur. The gryffindor drips nervousness, his hands are pulled up into his sweater and he almost radiates the scent of lavender and something else Felix couldn't quite pin-point. Felix tilts his head, smirking as he withdraws his hands and buries them in the pockets of his robes, causing the duffel bag he had slung over his shoulder to slip down his arms. "Blind and mute, really not your afternoon is it?"

He’d completely forgotten about his textbook up until now. As the thought once again trailed across his mind, his features resumed an annoyed expression, his eyebrows furrowing and his parted lips pressing firmly together and he tossed his head back and forth in search of it. His gaze zeroed on the windowsill and he crossed the classroom in three long strides, before snatching the book up from its place and shoving it into his duffel bag. As he weaved between the desks, back to where the boy was standing, his shoe caught something soft. His gaze flickered to the ground, and he picked up a hair tie, his eyes flashing between the boy his own hand. This was his. It made sense that his hair would be tied back, it was longer than Felix's, and brushed the collar of the Gryffindors robes while flopping over his eyes.

Smirking roguishly at the souvenir he had picked from the classroom floor, he strode over to the boy once again and loomed over him, holding the hair tie between his index and thumb.

“This doesn't happen to be yours now, does it?”

@Kim Sato

--- The Slytherin who became a Gryffindor ---

Kim didn't see the smirk that came to the boy's face because he was doing his best to not stare at him. Even though he could clearly see the Hufflepuff in his mind's eye, it wasn't the same as actually seeing him in person. That gaze was deadly to him. As the boy withdrew both his hands and buried them in the pockets of his robes, Kim's eyes flickered back over to him. He swallowed hard, not being able to stop the mantra that had started to go through his head.

Pretty. Pretty. Pretty.

He's so pretty, so unfairly pretty.

People from this school aren't meant to look as beautiful as him...

He couldn't stop his thoughts from running rampant in his mind and all he could do was wish for it to stop. It had to stop eventually, right? Of course it would.

Kim watched as the Hufflepuff went on a search again. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off the other boy for some reason. As the student came back towards him, he blinked as their eyes made contact again. That molten gaze, like chocolate lava... he felt as if he was melting into a pool of vanilla spiced with a hint of herbs, which would then be intertwined into the chocolate. Chocolate and vanilla went really well together and were very sweet for eachother.

He blinked again as the boy loomed over him, holding something up between his thumb and forefinger. It was small and familiar for some reason. Ah, it was his hair tie. Kim hadn't even realized he'd lost it until now. He broke eye contact and instinctively reached up to his hair. Yup, it was gone. The Hufflepuff spoke again and Kim looked back up at the other boy. Even though he knew he shouldn't. Even though he knew he'd get caught in that intense gaze again.

But he couldn't help it. It was like an addiction.

An addiction he couldn't resist.

He's so rude…..and pretty.... Kim found himself thinking again and his eyes fluttered. Or had that been his heart? He'd completely forgotten he hadn't answered the other boy.

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@Felix Jeong

This was getting rather interesting. The boy seemed to be internally squirming under the pressure of Felix so close to him. This only encouraged the hufflepuff to move closer, in an attempt to make him even more flustered. The gryffindor seemed transfixed as he gazed at Felix and the hufflepuff almost laughed aloud at the irony of the situation. The brave and the bold intimidated? Pft, it seemed so, but Felix didn't like gryffindors anyway.

Felix suddenly became acutely aware that he was acting far too comfortable and intimate for a first time meeting. He withdrew swiftly and flung the band at the boy's face, shrugging as he shoved his hands back deep into the pockets of his robes. Whatever, it was just another annoying fellow first year. He was done here, why was he still lingering? Stupid. He ran a hand through his dark locks, one handedly fastening his bag closed with the other as he prepared to leave.

The boy still seemed lost. Felix returned his gaze to those blue eyes and blinked before frowning.

"Yah! What are you here for anyway- shouldn't you be gone?" he gestured to the hairband he had flung at the boy's face so carelessly. "I gave it back, what the fuck are you looking at? What are you waiting for?"

Oh no, the cruel bad boy facade was back on. Felix stood up straight from where he had been leaning on the desk and quirked his head to the side. "You're really out of it today aren't you? Am I that handsome, pretty boy?" Felix knew damn well how handsome he was, he didn't need anybody's validation, but stirring up the emotions of the boy in front of him seemed interesting. He wondered how long it would take for him to combust.

@Kim Sato

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Date: 02/17/22 | Time: 1:00PM | Hair Style: ✕ | Hair Color: White
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For a moment, it seemed as if time had come to a halt and was frozen around them. The only people who existed in this time were him and the Hufflepuff before him. Kim almost forgot to breathe. That is, until the hair band was thrown into his face, and he blinked, the spell between them cracking and on the verge of breaking. As the boy ran a hand through his hair, Kim's eyes tracked every movement. He couldn't stop himself.

Why was he so pretty, just by doing a simple motion like that?

Kim was jolted out of his thoughts when the Hufflepuff spoke again, rather harshly, and asked him why he wasn't leaving the room. Ah, right. He should go, it wasn't as if he needed to stay behind, he'd waited to leave for a reason and now was the perfect time to do so. Kim reached up to grasp the hair band that had fallen onto his chest and was lying there, waiting to be plucked off his robe. But that was when the other boy spoke.

Again.

And started to tease him about thinking he was handsome.

Kim felt his cheeks flush and just like that the spell between them was finally broken. He regained control of his muscles and quickly pushed himself away from the desk. Trying to avoid looking at the Hufflepuff, he pushed the boy away from him and fled towards the door, scooping up his fallen satchel from the floor along the way. Kim reached his destination and pushed the door open, running off to god knows where to.

Anywhere.

Anywhere that wasn't where HE was.

Kim didn't realize that he'd forgotten all about the hair band and that it had fallen off his chest when he'd been running away from the Hufflepuff. It had most likely fallen onto the floor of the room again. But Kim wasn't about to go back for it and he could easily just use another one. He didn't want to face that Hufflepuff again and get lost in his gaze. It was too much for his heart to handle right now. Best stay away from him.

It was for his own good.

Kim has left the thread.

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