Jongdae presses his nose flat into their compartment window as steam billows past and obscures his view of the platform. There's a hand on his shoulder, and he turns around to see Joonmyun smiling at him.

"Relax," his boyfriend tells him. "Don't stress about it, they'll like you."

It's easy for Joonmyun to say, Jongdae thinks sullenly as he reaches up to take down his school trunk. Joonmyun is a hundred percent perfect son material, Head Boy and perfect grades and Ravenclaw Quidditch captain—no doubt the product of parents who expect a lot from him. Jongdae feels his stomach do a queasy flip flop.

"Let me help you," Joonmyun says, and Jongdae watches as his shirt comes untucked from his jeans when he stretches up. It's weird seeing Joonmyun without his school robes on, and it's just another reminder of how good he looks, dressed in normal clothing.

There's a pleasant buzz of chatter in the corridors of the Hogwarts Express as they disembark, and Jongdae lugs his trunk onto the platform nervously after Joonmyun's brisk strides.

"Mom, Dad, this is Jongdae," Joonmyun says with a wide, expectant smile, and Jongdae self consciously straightens his sweater, smiling shyly. Joonmyun's parents match Jongdae's image of them exactly—dressed in neat, crisp weekend wear and surveying him up and down expectantly.

"It's great to finally meet Joonmyun's boyfriend," Mr. Kim says warmly, extending a hand. His smile extends up into his eyes—a perfect copy of Joonmyun's eye smile that Jongdae loves so much.

Jongdae shakes it; his handshake is firm and self-assured. "Thanks so much for letting me stay this summer."

"I hope the train ride was okay," says his mother, reaching out to take his knapsack. Mrs. Kim is a beautiful woman—it's easy to see where Joonmyun got his fine, regal features from. "Are you boys hungry?"

"Starving," Joonmyun says, grinning, and a little flutter stirs in Jongdae's chest because Joonmyun looks so happy with his parents.

Mrs. Kim smiles fondly. "Let's get you home, then."

The Kim estate is a decently-sized manor in the countryside. It takes considerable effort for Jongdae to keep his jaw shut as the car pulls up to the front and the estate house help unload their things.

"This is fucking ridiculous," Jongdae whispers under his breath, not watching where he's holding his trunk and ends up dropping the end onto his foot.

Joonmyun rolls his eyes. "It's nothing too flashy. I don't know, it's where I grew up."

Jongdae raises his eyebrows, following him inside. "You're gonna give me the official tour later, right?"

"A lot later," Joonmyun says, suppressing a yawn. "I'm so tired."

Jongdae smirks and drops his hand to covertly squeeze his ass. "Not too tired I hope."

"Jongdae," Joonmyun hisses, smacking his hand away. "My parents."

"Relax." Jongdae gives him an obnoxious wink before sauntering into the dinning room. "I can be very quiet."

He can practically hear Joonmyun roll his eyes from behind him, and Jongdae bites back a snicker as he seats himself at the table.

Supper is as awkward as Jongdae would have anticipated—it turns out that even well-off families from the countryside slurp their soup, too.

"Do you have any plans with Jongdae, honey?" Mrs. Kim asks him.

Joonmyun shakes his head, chewing slowly. "Not yet. I figured we'd just sorta wing it."

"Well, you're both of age now," his father says. "So if you choose to throw any parties, just drink responsibly."

"And pick up after yourselves," his mother chimes in. "Joonmyun, I know you like leaving all your clothes lying around."

Jongdae raises an eyebrow. "Parties, huh?" He turns to his boyfriend. "No offense, Joonmyun, but I didn't think your parents would be that chill."

"Don't get the wrong idea, Jongdae," Mrs. Kim tells him with a wink. "We're very very very strict. Aren't we, honey?"

"Yes, mum," Joonmyun mumbles, going red.

Mr. Kim chuckles. "But, really, what kind of parents are we if we didn't let our son have his freedom for a couple of weeks?"

"Couple of weeks?" Jongdae blinks, looking back and forth between Joonmyun and his parents. "What's happening for a couple of weeks?"

"You didn't tell him, Joonmyun?" his mother asks, and then Jongdae's confusion mounts.

"Mum, I was going to tell him later," Joonmyun moans, dragging a hand over his face.

"Tell me what?" Jongdae demands. "Joonmyun, what's going on?"

"Well, I'm taking Joonmyun's mother on vacation," Mr. Kim says lightly. "So you boys will have the house to yourselves for twelve days."

Jongdae's eyes feel like they're going to pop out of his head. "Really?" He turns to Joonmyun in shock. "You didn't tell me that!!"

Joonmyun seems to have slumped down in his chair. "I said I was going to tell you later," he replies meekly.

"Sorry Jongdae, sometimes Joonmyun's no fun," his mother says, laughing. "But I hope you two find enough things to do while we're gone."

"I'm sure it won't be a problem, Mrs. Kim," Jongdae says pointedly, while glaring at Joonmyun. "We'll find stuff to do."

"Excellent." Mr. Kim dabs at this mouth. "Because we leave tomorrow morning."

Jongdae feels faint.

"So exactly when were you planning on telling me that your parents were going to leave us the moon for two weeks?

Joonmyun practically shrivels under Jongdae's glare. "I'm sorry, but I knew you'd react like this. This isn't summer camp, Jongdae, it's still my parents' home."

"Yeeees," Jongdae says thoughtfully. "But now it's your parents' home without your parents and now we have sex on every flat surface there is."

"See, this is exactly why I didn't tell you," Joonmyun grumbles, dragging Jongdae up the stairs.

Jongdae smirks. "Because you knew I'd just use it as an excuse to fuck whenever and wherever."

Joonmyun snorts. "Exactly."

"Holy shit," Jongdae breathes when they walk into his room. "Your room is fucking gigantic."

"Don't get any ideas," Joonmyun says sharply. "I just want to sleep."

"Oh, we'll sleep alright," Jongdae quips, flopping onto the comforters. "We'll sleep real good."

Joonmyun smacks his ass so he could scoot over. "Brat," he mumbles, wrapping his arms around Jongdae's waist.

Jongdae hums happily into Joonmyun's shirt, and then he falls asleep.

When he wakes up, it's way too stuffy in the room, and Jongdae flings the covers off his legs, the back of his shirt sticking to his shoulders. He checks the time on the clock. About one in the morning. Had they really napped for that long?

Groping around blindly in the dark, Jongdae finds his glasses and wand.

"Lumos," he mutters, before making his way out into the hallway.

Joonmyun's house is pitch black, and the floorboards creak under his steps. Lighting his way through the dark, Jongdae eventually finds the stairs and makes his way towards the kitchen in search of some water.

His hands find a door and he pushes, but rather than finding the kitchen he feels a slight draft, and—when he raises his wand—he sees a wooden staircase leading downwards.

"What the fuck," he breathes.

Jongdae looks over his shoulder, listening hard to see if anyone was awake above him. Nothing. He peers down into the blackness before taking a tentative step forward.

The air becomes mustier and mustier as he makes his way down, and pretty soon Jongdae's sure that he must have stumbled upon the basement by accident, the dim light of his wand casting floating shadows on the walls.

There's not much down there, just couple of shelves storing old books and miscellaneous objects. Jongdae walks up to one shelf, running his finger along one of the edges.

"Jongdae?"

Jongdae lets out a yelp, accidentally dropping his wand, but not before the light flashes on Joonmyun's tired face squinting at him.

"Jesus fuck, you scared me," Jongdae wheezes, bending to pick up his wand. "I didn't know you were awake."

"What are you doing down here?" Joonmyun asks wearily. "It's late."

"It's not my fault I confused the kitchen door with the basement door," Jongdae grumbles, turning around again to beam the light over the shelves. "What is all this?"

Joonmyun shrugs. "I don't know, most of this has been down here forever. Can we come back down tomorrow during the day? I'm exhausted."

"Yeah," Jongdae replies absently, dragging his fingers along the spine of the books. "Let me just—" He pulls one out of its place in the shelf, and without a warning a splintering sound fills the air, and Jongdae jumps back with a small yell as the bookshelf starts to move sideways.

Joonmyun is now wide awake too, stepping back several paces with his wand raised.

The bookshelf stops moving, revealing a narrow doorway. For a second, neither of them say anything until Jongdae beams his wand light into the blackness beyond.

"Freaky," he says, not sounding the least bit sleepy. Jongdae grabs onto Joonmyun's wrist. "Let's check it out!"

"Hang on, Jongdae—" Joonmyun stammers, but before he can say much else Jongdae tugs him through.

What they find themselves in is a small room with things hanging on the walls. With the light of their wands, Jongdae steps closer to examine the largest thing on the opposite wall, something long and narrow that turns out to be—

"A broomstick," Joonmyun breathes, almost reverently. "Jongdae, this is a broomstick."

"Joonmyun, look at this," Jongdae waves him over to a newspaper clipping on the wall of a young-looking Quidditch team, and then steps to the side to let Joonmyun examine the photo.

Joonmyun sucks his breath in sharply.

"What?" Jongdae turns to look at him. "What is it?"

"That's my dad," Joonmyun says in awe, pointing at one of the players in the picture, a slim-shouldered young man with glossy black hair. "He never told me he played Quidditch."

"Wow." Jongdae comes up behind him to wrap an arm around his waist. "I guess it runs in the family," he whispers, resting his chin on his shoulder.

"Guess so." Joonmyun's leaning back into his chest. "Wow, that's crazy. I never knew that about him. I'll have to ask him sometime."

"Joonmyun."

"Hm?"

Jongdae drops a kiss onto his shoulder, smirking slightly. "Let's come back down here tomorrow."

"Good idea, I want to look at this stuff in full dayl—"

"This seems likes a great first place for spontaneous, unsupervised fucking, don't you think?"

Jongdae's wand clatters to the floor when Joonmyun smacks him.