cross posted from ao3!
renjun didn't think he'd be into quidditch quite as much as he did, but life is full of surprises.
as he watches the teams zip around the pitch, and renjun glances to his sides at yangyang and jisung. he hears chenle's screeches into the mic as he spectates, and professor mcgonagall's replies to him are rather entertaining.
he watches jaemin with the ball, nearing for his fourth shot in this game, weaving in and out of the gryffindor team players. the boy casts a few side glances to his fellow slytherins who flank him as he nears the goals. he finally looks up at the familiar face in front of the goal, and he feels himself falter a bit as his cheeks heat up just the slightest before he passes the ball to donghyuck. renjun watches in awe, but has to cover his ears to muffle chenle's screeches a's he commentates.
"na jaemin passes to donghyuck, who passes it back to jaemin, bitch when will they—"
"mr zhong, please mind your profanities."
professor mcgonagall interjects, and renjun laughs upon hearing the two converse.
"sorry again professor—oh shit look shits going down!"
"why do i even try anymore.."
yangyang soon stops so much watching the match to listen chenle and the professor's commentary.
"anyways—if kun-ge hears this, don't tell mom and dad i curse, i love you!!"
"how is this related to quidditch?"
but all too soon, jeno blocks jaemin's shot and slytherin's seeker mingi bolts off in the direction of what renjun can assume is the snitch, just as chenle shouts out that it's a false alarm. however, gryffindor's seeker, wooyoung, suddenly zips off in the opposite direction, surprisingly catching the snitch. renjun cheers as gryffindor wins the game, but yangyang doesn't give him anytime to consider going to find jeno or jaemin, as he starts pulling him off towards the castle "to go study or something."
——
in the locker room, however, is another story.
jaemin storms back into the slytherin locker room, furiously tearing off his quidditch gear and tossing it towards his bag. he picks up one of the white towels that've been left for the team. his team knows that he gets angry at a loss—especially to gryffindor—but they never know exactly why.
donghyuck grabs his arm, but in his enraged state, jaemin shoves him away, causing the boy to wind himself as he slams his back against his own locker. he mumbles a "fuck you too" under his breath as he watches the younger storm away.
so when jaemin walks—no, stomps—into the shared team showers, stripping off his top immediately as he turns the shower on, starting the flow of hot water as he puts up his towel on the rack, carefully hanging it so that there's no creases or folds. he locks the door to the slytherin locker room, praying that none of the gryffindors choose to come in.
jeno however, knows immediately as soon as they get back into the changing rooms that jaemin is going to be mad—he knows his boy, he knows how much he hates losing. so as soon as he hears a door slam on the slytherin side of the locker room, he knows it's jaemin.
so he picks up his own towel, and quickly strips off his quidditch gear and throws it in his locker, before striding towards the shower door. he turns back to mumble to wooyoung about not coming in, before he takes a deep breath and pushes the door open.
