Work Text:
"Yong, look out!" Byul shouts from somewhere far, far away, and Yongsun is kinda surprised she heard it with such a deafening noise from the stands and wind blowing in her ears as she flies to the rings with Quaffle at the ready, but, unfortunately, hearing Byul's shout is all that she manages to do in this two seconds, and then a Bludger crashes into her blonde, completely oblivious head with a rich smack, and Yongsun falls spectacularly from her broomstick, losing consciousness along the way.
She wakes up in the Hospital Wing, two large red spots to the left and right of her bunk slowly, with each excruciatingly painful blink, transform into her anxious teammates. As soon as the vision finally returns to her, a sharp pain pierces her temples and the back of the head.
Yes, it seems like this time she's stuck here for a long time, huh.
"Hi." She manages to smile wryly, but then white dots begin to dance in front of her, and Yongsun has to close her eyes for a second. She hears several sighs of relief and nervous chuckles.
"For fuck's sake, Yongsun," Byul breathes, a dirty grass stain shines on her cheek, her forehead is glistening with sweat and her uniform is smeared with mud. For some strange reason, she looks much more dented than others. "You scared the shit out of us all."
"Nah, I'm fine," Yongsun waves it off. "This is only the third time I've been knocked out by a Bludger. No biggie."
"Madam Pomfrey said you got yourself a pretty bad concussion,” says Taehyung, and at the sight of his knitted eyebrows and drooping corners of his lips, Yongsun immediately knows they have lost the game. Because of her. "You’ll have to stay here for a couple of days."
"Damn it…" Yongsun blinks. "What the hell happened?"
Everyone looks at each other grimly, and Byul rubs her sore left shoulder.
"It was Hyejin," she grumbles. "She snatched the bat from Jessi and… well, hit the Bludger. At your head."
Honestly, Yongsun isn't even surprised. It was to be expected after that stupid Sunday at Hogsmeade. She can't even be mad at her, because, well, let's be honest, Yongsun kinda deserved that.
A hit. Not the concussion. Concussion is definitely overboard.
"Byul pounced on her with fists right there in the field," Taehyung says, shaking his head disapprovingly.
"What?!" Yongsun sits up abruptly despite the dizziness. She herself does not understand for whom she is more worried now, for her best friend or for that… damn Slytherin girl with beautiful eyes and hair and lips and–
"They split us apart before it got too far," Byul replies immediately. It can be seen from her face that she already regrets that she didn't restrain herself. "Everyone is fine, no one got hurt except you."
Yongsun lets out a strangled chuckle, and Madam Pomfrey immediately appears, quickly kicks everyone out of the Hospital Wing, and makes Yongsun lay back to bed as she tries to assume even the semblance of an upright position.
"Bed rest!" She barks and, squinting her eyes suspiciously, disappears into her little nook at the back of the Wing. "I'm watching you, Kim!"
Yongsun obediently lies on the bed until the evening, until her stomach starts to remind her that the last time she ate normally was yesterday. She never eats breakfast before the match, Yongsun has learned the bad way that it could lead to rather nasty consequences. But now she's hungry like a wolf, and her teammates brought her only her wand and textbooks.
Maybe, Byul will bring me something to eat, she thinks hopefully, while listening to Madam Pomfrey. Between the coughing and groaning of the rest of the patients of Hospital Wing, Yongsun hears a thin snoring from Healer's nook, and sighs heavily. Apparently, Madam Pomfrey doesn't feel like helping her either.
She almost misses the sound of the massive door opening as she concentrates on pitiful symphonies of her stomach that demands food. A slender robed figure quickly and completely silently crosses the distance between them and stops at Yongsun's bed.
In the semi-darkness with her atrocious eye-sight, Yongsun can't determine who it is, so she squeaks a little plaintively: "Byul?"
And immediately hears a painfully familiar, completely unimpressed snort.
"Hyejin?" Yongsun's heart skips a beat, and her fingers begin to tingle with excitement.
A figure pulls down the black hood, and it really is her. Ahn Hyejin, Prefect and a literal Queen of Slytherin, standing in front of her bunk. Visiting her, Kim Yongsun, an awkward and clumsy Gryffindor girl, who knows only how to fly on a broomstick and make a fool of herself in front of pretty girls.
"Oh, sorry, were you expecting your hamster girlfriend?" Hyejin's voice is full of venom, but Yongsun hears vulnerability, and her heart pounds in her chest like crazy. "Should I leave?"
"No!" She exhales hastily, sitting up on the bed and grabbing her wrist. "Please stay."
They are silent. Yongsun just can't take her eyes off Hyejin's face as she bites her lower lip in a nervous gesture and snuggles a big bundle to her stomach.
"What have you got there?" Yongsun asks hoarsely, desperately fighting the urge to pull her closer, because she smells really nice, and her hand is so soft, and–
"It would be quite tragic if the star Chaser of the Gryffindor team shamefully starves to death in the Hospital Wing," Hyejin grumbles, tossing the heavy bundle on the bed at Yongsun's feet. Yongsun shuffles closer, wincing at the squeak of the bedsprings, and unfolds the neatly tied bundle. "Games will be terribly boring without your idiotic tricks."
Inside there are couple of weird-looking cupcakes, five strawberries on a cup, a peach, and a bottle of Coke. Yongsun blinks surprisedly at the last item, Hyejin notices it immediately, and even in the semi-darkness Yongsun sees her cheeks flush adorably.
"My dad sent me a couple of bottles," she says, not daring to look at Yongsun. "Nothing special."
Seems like this is an act of apology for the fact that now Yongsun will have to be bored in the Hospital Wing for a couple of days.
"Hyejin, this is–"
"Just eat," Hyejin interrupts and turns abruptly with obvious intention of leaving.
"Wait, Hyejin-ah!" Yongsun blurts out, jumping out of bed. She immediately starts to feel sick again, and her toes are going numb from the cold stone floor, but she doesn't care, she turns Hyejin around and– Oh, Merlin, they're too close. Should Yongsun lean forward only an inch, and they will touch each other's noses. "I– I'm– That evening in Hogsmeade. It happened by accident, I didn't want it to turn out the way it is."
Hyejin is silent, only stares wide-eyed, a vein on her forehead pulsating feverishly to the beat of her quickened heartbeat. She doesn't pull away. At all. Yongsun feels Hyejin's breath on her lips and desperately wants to lick it off.
"That Loco guy wouldn't leave your sight, and… I don’t know, it just pissed me off and I stopped thinking."
"Bulstrode and her dumb poodles now call me Beery Hyejin– actually, all of Hogwarts call me Beery Hyejin, and that Loco guy still wouldn't leave my sight, because apparently he feels somehow guilty, and I don't know what's his problem," Hyejin almost hisses, narrowing her eyes dangerously. "That is, in general, all that you have achieved with your idiotic trick. Seriously, Yongsun, blowing up our butterbeer cups? Are we twelve years old?"
"Well, you hit me in the head with a Bludger for that," Yongsun snorts. "I think we're even."
Hyejin's anger immediately evaporates, replaced by guilt and… oh, is that embarrassment? She looks away, but still stands unacceptably close to Yongsun, and it excites her entire being.
"I wasn't going to hit you in the head," she says, barely audible. "I just wanted you to miss the ball. Looks like I'm a much better Chaser than a Beater."
"That you are." Yongsun grins.
Hyejin bites her lip again and frowns as if considering something.
"Sorry about that…" she finally chokes out, and despite such reluctance in her voice, Yongsun has no doubts about the sincerity of her apology, because Hyejin's eyes don't know how to lie, and from such a close distance her eyes are the only thing Yongsun can see, dark and deep in subdued light.
"It's okay. I told you. We're even."
"Just accept the damn apology!"
"Okay," Yongsun smiles. "If you want to make amends so much, you can join to my meal." She waves her hand towards the bed, where the cupcakes, fruits and a bottle of cola are still laying on the untied bundle. "One Slytherin meanie brought it to me."
"Oh, really?" Hyejin raises one eyebrow derisively.
"Yeah," Yongsun nods. "Really, really mean Slytherin girl that I've been going crazy over for ages. She is the prettiest girl in the school, she's the Prefect and she plays Quidditch like she was born to do it. Do you know her, by chance?"
"Have you described Beery Hyejin just now?" Hyejin chuckles. "That weird Slytherin girl who oh so awkwardly tried to make a Gryffindor Chaser jealous by agreeing to a date with that Loco guy?"
"Yes– Wait, what?" Yongsun chokes on air, but Hyejin just jerks her shoulder and smirks slyly.
"They say she succeeded in her tries to make her jealous, but the results came out a little different than she expected, and now she has become the laughingstock of the whole school, and that Gryffindor Chaser is lying in the Hospital Wing with a concussion."
"It seems like this Gryffindor Chaser really wants to kiss Beery Hyejin right now," Yongsun breathes, and Hyejin's eyes sparkle with light. "Can she do that?"
"Oh to be young and in love," Yongsun suddenly hears Madam Pomfrey's very unamused voice from behind, and both of them jump away from each other a good five foots. "You pointed out correctly, Miss Ahn. Miss Kim has a concussion and needs rest. You will confirm your love confessions with kisses after I decide that Miss Kim can get back to her classes. For now… please leave, Miss Ahn."
Hyejin blushes desperately as she pulls her hood and turns to leave, while Yongsun, completely ignoring Madam Pomfrey's displeased glances, laughs happily and ruffles her hair.
They will definitely finish this conversation later. And certainly without Madam Pomfrey.