Why Him? [Hyungwonho] (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 1

A/N: The story starts on the beginning of their fifth year in Hogwarts. Some typos may also appear, I'm sorry about that. Enjoy~~

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Hyungwon's POV

I woke up when some one started to jumped up and down on my bed. I cracked open my eyes and groaned. I was still sleepy and sleep is my favorite thing to do.  What I saw made me groaned even more. I really hate it when someone disturbs my sleep, since I love sleeping so much. On any other day, I would try to ignore the fact that morning has come, but it seems like I can't do that today. It is the first day of my fifth year at Hogwarts.

'I swear he's actually a five year old kid in a fifteen year old teenager's body.' I thought as I rolled towards the other side of my bed. "Yah! You better wake up now. We only have 3 hour until the train leaves." He said while shaking my shoulder. And by said I mean he practically shouted into my ear.

"We still have lots of time, Minhyuk." I said as I pushed him further away from me. God, how did I put up with this annoying ball of sunshine? Oh right, he doesn't act like I exist at school. Or when his "cool friend" comes to our house. That's usually the time I get out of the house and have a sleepover at Kihyun's house. "Oh c'mon, don't be such a baby. You haven't even packed yet. Now, Come. On!" He exclaimed as he dragged me off my precious bed. I let out a grunt as my bottom touched the ground. "That hurts you know." I said, rubbing my sore bottom. "Serves you right." He said as he stuck out his tongue at me before running away. He can be a pain in the arse sometimes.

I decided to get up and took a bath. Sleep doesn't sound too good right now. As I bathe, I started to think about my year in Hogwarts. I was always alone, well I have Kihyun and Changkyun, but you get my point, right? I don't like dealing with people who thinks highly of themselves. Minhyuk included. But, I can't help but think. What happened to the bubbly Minhyuk that always protects me? Oh right, he's gone since the second year of Hogwarts. Sinve he met Hogwarts famous wizards like Shownu, Wonho, and Jooheon. I quickly shook my head to get rid of the thought. I quickly finished my bath and step out.

After I wore my uniform and layered a coat over it with my wand inside, I quickly packed my trunk. Suddenly, Minhyuk came peeping in. "Hey Hyungwon, why do you always where glasses? Didn't Kihyun bought you some of those muggle plastic thingy you put on your eyes?" He asked from the door. "It's simply too much work to put in." I answered, not bothering to look at him. He sighed and disappeared once more. He seemed to hate it when I wore my glasses. He said I look ugly with it. But really, those muggle contraption are too much of a hassle. The only time I actually worn it was back in third year when Prof. Soyou asked me to. And I didn't enjoy the piece of plastic, thank you very much. I simply shrugged the memory away (if you could even do that) and continued to pack.

I groaned, contemplating to asked my father to help, but decided against it. I started to drag my trunk downstairs; I occasionally greet our house elf, who tried to help me. But I refused, saying that I wanted to workout by carrying my own trunk, which was half true. The real truth is because I didn't want to burden them with more work when they were running around, helping Minhyuk and preparing his things. After my struggle, I finally reached the bottom of the stairway, and continued my way to the living room. There, I was greeted by my father, Lee Donghae. Well, my adoptive father to be exact. He was never that warm to me. I didn't really get along with him that well, compared to how well I get along with my adoptive mother. Father always sticks to Minhyuk more when Minhyuk and I are back from Hogwarts. Not that I mind or anything. I at least have some company from mother.

"Good morning Hyungwon, how was your rest?" He asked when I finally reached him. "My rest was fine father." I answered, panting a little. "You could've asked me to levitate that down for you, you know?" Father asked me, slightly worried. Though it wasn't much, he's being more caring that usual. "I simply didn't want to bother you too much." He sigh and said, "You know that I won't feel that way, right? Next time, just ask. You know I'm afraid that you'll slip or fall down because you carry your trunk down." He said. He's always tries to be nice towards me since I'm not that close to him. I just nodded, knowing I will never win the argument.