Muggle Worthy | Jaemsung

|9 Scarring Adventures? More Like- Huh?

Head thrown back to greet the sun with a dazzling smile of his own. Warmth seeping into his bones, his soul humming with content. His graphic t-shirt fluttering against his skin with the currents of wind swirling around the owlry. Sweat gleaming across his skin — he had a free day from assisting Hagrid, so he decided to clean the owlry all by himself. The tower smelled of owl-friendly herbs and the inside was still drying. Stone spotted with dark puddles of evaporating water.

His chest rose and fell as he attempted to catch his breath. The usual company he had decided to twine itself up in the higher rafters. With his Occamy snoozing high above him he sighed in content. Spring calmed his mind, birds singing their songs, owls cooing in their huddles within the freshly washed tower.

Halfway through the deep cleansing of the owlry, Jaemin's favorite magic bearer popped in. His company bringing his signature dazzling smile, bright eyes sincere and warm. The eldest was unsure if it was the rigorous work of cleaning the dreaded tower, or the clumsy stumbling man before him that made his heart beat erratically. Fondness buried itself within his chest as he watched the young Gryffindor brush his bangs from his sight. His free hand tugging on the plain t-shirt he decided to wear — he was nervous.

After their short and slightly awkward staring contest, Jaemin gestured for Jisung to find somewhere clean to sit. The duo conversed about many things; how Jaemin's creatures were doing, specifically the sick dragon. His Hebridean Black had recovered fairly well, wings still regaining strength for flight.

"I can't keep him forever. I'm only a refuge for these creatures, not a permanent home." The usual roaring flames swirling in his eyes dulled, smoldering whiskey. Jaemin looked back at him, smile not quite reaching his eyes.

He could feel the weight of curiosity behind Jisung's gaze on the side of his face. Doe eyes trailing against the fresh barely healed puncture scars on his throat, gaze flittering down his exposed neck to the fairly new pink colored scar running over the edge of his left collarbone. Worry built deep his chest, banging against his heart like a gong. The threads of concern thrumming through his body, fingers itching to check over the wounds.

The intricate winding of a particular one spanning from the back of his wrist up beneath the edge of the blonde's t-shirt. Each mark piqued Jisung's curiosity and interest. Like now, the sun practically highlighted the much lighter slashes of skin against the expanse of tan skin.

"What's bothering you for you to stare at me like I'm the most interesting puzzle?" Jaemin's voice broke Jisung from his staring.

"H-huh?" Confusion mirrored in the brunette's eyes, the duo equally intrigued yet confused by each other. "Sorry, I don't mean to."

Tearing his eyes away from Jaemin's neck, he picked at the skin around his finger nails — a nervous habit. Distracting himself from the questions eating away at his mind, the boy quickly corrected himself from continuing his bad habit, instead twisting the fabric of his black jogging bottoms. Feet swinging against the edge side of the tower, heels tapping against the aged sandstone wall.

Jaemin pushed his sweaty fringe away from his forehead. He puffed his cheeks out, brows furrowed in thought. Finally coming to a conclusion, he turned to look at the shuffling male next to him, eyes sliding open to reveal pools of molten amber. "Go ahead and ask about them, I know you want to."

The brunette shifted to face him, eyes meeting Jaemin's. "How'd you get them?" He gestured to his own body instead of pointing them out on the latter's body.

Pushing a sigh through his teeth, the Slytherin pressed his fingers into the freshly healed over puncture wounds. He winced from the mere touch, skin still sensitive and raw. "Dragon bit me when I tried to check his wings. Thankfully it wasn't too bad."

"Wasn't too bad?! Jaemin, he bit your throat, you could've died!"

The swell of concern behind each word pulled a laugh from Jaemin, the noise rumbling deep in his throat. He ignored the fuzzy feeling growing next to his heart, continuing on with his explanation.

"This one was from a pack of murtlaps, those buttheads can really bite." He pointed and traced along the dots of lighter skin around his wrists. "And this was from when I first met Buckbeak, obviously didn't end well." Jaemin tapped faint claw marks dipping down into the front of his shirt, the tips of it gracing his left collarbone. A much fresher one overlaid, but only a singular slash. "I got this when I fell off out of a tree while trying to escape an unhappy Nundu in East Africa. That was months ago tho."

Jisung leaned forward, his foot slipping off the brick edge beneath his feet, the momentum sent his body careening into Jaemin's chest. Both boys froze, shocked by the sudden contact. The latter quickly recovered, shaking his head before patting the waves of brown hair atop Jisung's head. The Gryffindor had caught himself before he could knock his head against Jaemin's chest when he fell, his felt the bump of scar tissue going down the line of the blonde's left arm.

Fondness plucked Jaemin's heartstrings like a guitar, each resounding thrum increased the pure adoration within him. A grin split his face, pretty teeth exposed, and peach lips smiling. His eyes sparkling down at the nervous and cautious male atop him. The clumsiness of Jisung commonly frustrated and angered many, but for Jaemin it only added onto the interesting character that Jisung is. 

"You're clumsy as ever." His reprimand held no bite or edge, only the feather-like affection brushing past his ear.

Scrambling backwards, his fingers dragged along Jaemin's biceps and forearms before being completely disconnected from him. The feeling of page roughened fingertips running down his arms sent a shiver bolting up his spine. He giggled at the feeling, eyes twinkling mischievously at the peach flush along Jisung's cheeks.

"How'd you get the one on your arm?" Jisung ignored Jaemin's weird eyebrow wiggle, eyes trained on the choppy pale line on the back of the latter's left arm.

"Ah, well, I actually did this one to myself. It wasn't because I was choosing too. I had no around when I did this." Jaemin's gaze fell to his arm, fingers subconsciously tracing along it. "I had to bloodlet myself because I pissed off a Runespoor, definitely not my brightest moment."

"Isn't it's venom highly poisonous?"

"Yeah. That's why I bloodlet, I about killed myself trying to get rid of the venom. Minseok saved me, no one else knows about it though." The blonde frowned, nails digging into the scar. He remembered the splashes of crimson pooling around his body, clothing sticking to his skin, vision blurring before blacking out. Waking up in a soft bed, fresh clothes on, arm aching but healed. He was alive.

"Jaemin? Jaemin!" Jisung leaned forward, waving his hand in front of the others eyes. Once he gathered his attention he pulled the elder into his arms.

The fabric of Jisung's t-shirt was damp against Jaemin's cheek, confusing the male before he realized it was because he was crying. Him? Crying? Awkward. . .

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Only four chapters left, I really hope you've enjoyed this chapter! I know I enjoyed writing it, sorry if it doesn't seem to make sense.