@[S] Kim JiSoo Baekhyun nodded, smiling up at Jisoo. "Yeah, we're probably going to start soon," he told him. He let out a little laugh at the taller student's hands brushed through his hair. "What was that for, Jisoo? I'm not a puppy." More flakes of snows gradually started to build up on top of his hair, and he quickly shook his head (like a puppy, nice), not wanted Jisoo's work to be undone. "I'm not wearing a bonnet," he protested with a giggle, trying to picture himself wearing a silly, floppy hat. "We should go and join the others."
@[R] Byun BaekHyun Jisoo held back a smile, hands in his pocket as he walked a few more steps towards Baekhyun. "Of course. You look like you're ready," he replied. He towered before the younger and because of this he could see the specks of snow on his hair, which he simply brushed off with his fingertips. "Baek, you should wear a bonnet or something." A second passed and it dawned on him that he did a public display of affection, and he did his best not to blush. Fortunately, the winter chills kept him pale.
@[S] Kim JiSoo Baekhyun huddled up with his teammates, his hands retreating protectively into his sleeves. It was cold outside, and there was a thin layer of snow coating the Quidditch pitch. He was only half paying attention as the captain started to talk about their strategy, and his normally focused gaze was focused on the lone Slytherin who was making his way down to the field. One of the Chasers snickered and elbowed him in the side, and he let out a little yelp of surprise, snapping back to attention. When they were dismissed for the time being, he perked up, grabbing his broomstick and hurrying over to meet the boy who had called his name. There was something different about Jisoo's voice, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He liked it very much.
"Hey, hyung! I'm really glad that you could make it."
@[R] Byun BaekHyun As Jisoo crossed the field from the spot where he left his friends to that in which he would meet his reason for coming, he felt colder than usual. Was he nervous? Maybe, but it wasn't his practice game to worry about. He muttered to himself, "Calm down Kim Jisoo calm down. You never cared about Quidditch before so why are you like this?" He rubbed his hands together and blew off some steam. "Ah there he is--" said he, tightening his scarf, as he found the one. "Baekhyun!" He called, his usually low voice suddenly so perky.
