He goes back to serving himself the things he hadn’t gotten to before the surprise Sorting. Entirely engrossed in making sure he has the right ratio of potatoes to sausage, he doesn’t realize that the empty seat buffer he usually keeps on all sides is the only selection of vacant spots at the entire table. Until Haknyeon sits down across from him, of course. Then he realizes.
“Hi,” he greets, smiling wide. “I’m Haknyeon.”
Sunwoo has made it five whole years mostly by himself. Made a home for himself at Hogwarts without ever having to think too hard about the House he's never fit into. He's perfectly content to go two more years ignoring the color of his robes and the other students who wear it until the surprise Sorting of a transfer student a month into sixth year. With Haknyeon in his House, it gets harder and harder to keep his walls up.
Maybe this is where he's always belonged. Maybe he just needed someone to show him.
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And then he sees that Sunwoo's put his phone away, thick arms crossed together while he's got his eyes trained on them.
Sunwoo is still watching them, and fuck, Jaehyun thinks, because now Juyeon's pushing inside steady enough that anyone can see the way Jaehyun's hips are moving back, can hear the rustling of fabric if it weren't for the loud screams coming from the TV and then Sunwoo's eyes trail down from his face to where Juyeon's got his hand on his waist under the blanket and—fuck. He can't help the way he tightens up again, and Juyeon's muffling a groan into his neck. And Sunwoo's eyes still haven't left them.
And then Sunwoo smirks, a wicked look on his face before he's mouthing, having fun?
(Or alternatively, Jaehyun is horny, Juyeon provides the perfect solution and Sunwoo is just here to enjoy the show.)
“Look at how dirty the couch has gotten because of you,” Sunwoo says, voice lilting in amusement, shoulders tense as he almost clutches Jaehyun's jaw.
Jaehyun's head drops when he feels the piercings catch at his rim, stretching him wide before sliding back in with a burn, pressing against all the right spots with every drag and slow roll of Juyeon’s hips. He can barely hear the smack of Juyeon’s hips against his ass over the loud ringing in his ears, back arched so deep at the feeling of Juyeon's cock pressing those goddamn metal beads in deep, hips rolling back. Sunwoo's grin speaks absolute volumes, he thinks, eyes hazily going to focus on the man's smile as he fucks his face, and the words that slips out of Sunwoo's lips in a sneer has him whining into a mouthful of cock.
“Now let's see how much of a fucking mess you can make.”
(Or alternatively, rival mob bosses Juyeon and Sunwoo find out the only time they stop arguing is when they're tag teaming their favourite escort, Jaehyun.)
“Did you know we’re dating?”
“Huh,” Juyeon says, a frown on his face, lips turning down at the corners. But then he shrugs, humming as he goes to take his spoon. “Okay.”
“Okay?” Jaehyun croaks out.
“I mean,” Juyeon starts, taking a spoonful of ice cream and popping it into his mouth. Jaehyun’s eyes flick down to where there’s a small smear of chocolate on those pink lips. He wonders what it would taste like—and he hates that he’s not surprised by the fact that he’ll probably fucking like it, too. “I think it’s high time we addressed the fact that we’ve probably been together for years. Don’t you?”
“Oh,” Jaehyun says, and then follows a resounding, “Oh.”
(Or alternatively, Jaehyun and Juyeon decide to get better at queerbaiting—without realising they're already dating, that is. )
“How can I ever thank you for everything you’ve ever done for me? For everything that you will do for me?”
Sunwoo smiled at this, light refilling his eyes in the most beautiful way. The sight in front of Chanhee far outshined the ocean that was raging at his back, outdid any sunset they had ever sat and watched. Sunwoo kissed his palm, soft and sweet.
Chanhee and Sunwoo remember that their love is like the ocean. Deep and everlasting.