Potions with the Slytherins? A total mess. They always showed off and would always make snide remarks against Seungcheol's house. But what made it unbearably worse was making Amortentia when the person he likes is just across the room.

"This is the worst." Seungcheol groaned as he stirred his cauldron. Everyone seemed to be doing fine, unfazed and unbothered. He was the only one in class who was uneasy and it showed. 

"What's the matter?" Asked Soonyoung.

"I just don't like potions." Seungcheol looked like he was ready to bust out of the room and scream. It was so unlike him to be so impatient and skittish. He was usually calm, collected even and most of the time he had control over himself but today was the worst day to share classes with the opposing house.

"I mean, who likes potions?" Soonyoung widened his eyes to make a point.

"I do." Jisoo stirred his cauldron happily. He always excelled in so many things, everything felt like an easy task for Jisoo.

Soonyoung and Seungcheol looked at their friend like he was mad. Jisoo paid no mind to the both of them as he hummed along as he stirrred.

It didn't take too long until Seungcheol could smell his own cauldron. The smell of pumpkin juice, parchment paper, old library books and... styling wax? But it wasn't just anyone's styling wax. He could definitely distinguish the styling wax Minghao always had on his hair. Everytime their groups hang out, he could smell the faint scent every single time. 

Seungcheol's pale face started to turn into a light pink. Everything that he could relate Minghao with he could smell all of it in one pot. It was driving him crazy. His wandering eyes landed towards the otherside. He could see Jihoon stirring his own pot, looking unfazed, while Jeonghan chuckled while he still built up his potion and then there was Minghao. 

The head boy could only imagine what Minghao's cauldron smelled like. Did it smell like him? or someone else? He could feel his own heart ache at the thought of someone else filling up Minghao's mind. Seungcheol, easily discouraged, droopily stirred his pot again and again, he had hope it would change its scent, but it didn't to no avail. Of all the people, why did it have to be the snotty slytherin?

Seungcheol released a heavy sigh. As much as he panicked inside his head, he was also a bit disappointed. What was he hoping for? They never had a proper conversation and they barely see each other,how can the two of them develop?

"I want to get out of this class as soon as possible." Seungcheol groaned.

"Why? Didn't like your potion?" Jisoo asked.

"At first I didn't like it, but then... I realized I do like it... but then... I realized even if I like him, it wouldn't matter because we are not friends." Seungcheol sighed out.

"Him?" Jisoo had a sly smile on his face, it was the first time he heard his friend talk about someone he likes.

"Forget it." Seungcheol groaned, his hair sticking in all directions out of stress.

"Hyung, what does yours smell like?" Minghao's apparent accent caught Seungcheol's ears.

"Mine?" Jihoon raised his brows, "Leather helmets, a broom, homemade food and sweat."

"That doesn't sound too y." Minghao chuckled.

"What do you expect, you know Mingyu is in the Quidditch team." Jihoon looked at his cauldron with disgust. "What about yours?"

Minghao was quiet for a moment, a smile creeped on his face as he felt a pair of eyes watching him intently. He chuckled as he said, "It smells like quidditch, bath soap, toothpaste and parchment." 

"That could be anyone." Jihoon commented.

"Well.. might be." Minghao smiled, looking over to meet Seungcheol's eyes. Seungcheol stood frozen, catching minghao's devious smile. He wasn't sure what to do, he got caught staring. Was he going to transfer to another wizarding academy? drop out? move to another country? His ears turned red all over, matching the red in his house color.

Seungcheol could feel cold sweat forming on his forehead, the robes he wore felt tight and the air around him felt humid. He wanted to dig a hole to hide himself from everyone. The smile that Minghao gave, the mysterious smell Minghao described, getting caught staring? What was a head boy to do when he was a complete mess?

"Just kill me now." Seungcheol said weakly.

"Gladly, but this is not the right setting." Jisoo joked, unbothered by the embarrassed head boy.

"Does that person know you like them?" Jihoon asked out of curiosity.

"hmm.. I don't think so??? I think that person hates me." Minghao shrugged.

"Huh? Why is that?" Jihoon lifted a brow.

"Because I always .: Minghao laughed slyly, fixing his hair in the process.