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Jeongguk paces in front of the door to potions class, glancing from his watch, down the corridor, and then down to his watch again. If Taehyung doesn’t show up in the next few minutes, he’ll be late again and land himself in detention for the third time this week. Jeongguk bounces on his toes, nervous energy gathering in his gut and twisting into knots. Taehyung’s last detention had landed him in the hospital wing with a concussion, and he’d been out cold for nearly three days. Jeongguk doesn’t think he can sit through that again so he really needs Taehyung to —

“Jeongguk! Stop pacing around waiting for your boyfriend, we’re brewing Amortentia today!” Jimin calls, sticking his head out into the corridor. Jeongguk turns around and glares at the Slytherin, who’s eyes are wide in excitement. Sometimes he wonders how Jimin got sorted into the “evil” house.

“He’s not my boyfriend, hyung.” Jeongguk says, pushing past Jimin as he makes his way towards his station. Jimin slides into the seat in front of him, subtly pushing himself past Yoongi to get to the other side of table. (Jimin says he just likes that side of the table better, Jeongguk knows it’s because Jimin’s got a crush the size of Hogwarts on the older boy, and would do anything to have even a second of robe to robe contact with him.) Jeongguk shakes his head and pulls out his potions book before sighing quietly to himself. “He doesn’t like me anyways.”

Jimin’s face morphs into something like sympathy, his lips turning down and his eyes drooping, but as he opens his mouth the speak, Professor Slughorn cuts him off. “Hello, students! Ready for another day of advanced potions making?” Slughorn asks, and there’s a few unenthusiastic whoops from some of the Gryffindors, who’d lost their Quidditch match against Ravenclaw the night before.

“Cheer up, now, we’ve got potions to brew. Everyone turn to page seventy two and start preparing while I take attendance.” Jeongguk looks frantically to the door, hoping, hoping, hoping, that Taehyung will come through the door—

“Jeongguk?” Slughorn calls, and Jeongguk startles. “No Jeongguk?”

“No! No, Professor, I’m here… sorry.” Jeongguk says, lifting a hand into the air. Jimin stifles a laugh into the palm of his hand and Jeongguk reaches forward and slaps him in the back of the head. Jimin lurches forward and pours the entire vile of powdered moonstone into the cauldron, and the mixture turns a murky green color.

“Oh shoot, oh my god.” Jimin says, looking down at the cauldron in horror. “I’m so sorry, Yoongi— I” Jimin reaches towards the cauldron with his hands, like he’s going to try and pull out the already dissolved ingredient, but Yoongi catches his wrists and puts Jimin’s arms back to his sides.

“Don’t just stick your hands in there, Jimin.” Yoongi scolds, voice soft, but Jimin still looks like he’s about to cry. Jeongguk silently measures out his rose thorns while he watches the ordeal out of the corner of his eye. “You could hurt yourself. Don’t worry, hyung will fix it.” And then Yoongi grabs the cauldron off the rack and takes it over to the window before dumping the contents onto the ground below.

When Yoongi gets back to the table, Jeongguk frowns at him. “I thought you said the potion could be harmful?” Jeongguk asks, and Yoongi looks at him with a face that screams yes? And your point? so Jeongguk clears his throat before motioning towards the window with his free hand. “And… you just dumped it out the window.”

Yoongi shrugs and mutters a quiet aquamenti under his breath, and water swirls around the cauldron before drying up. “If you’re too thick to get out of the way of a falling potion, then that’s not my problem.” Jimin giggles, once again covering his mouth with his hands (still holding onto the empty moonstone vile in his fist) and Yoongi smiles up at him. If Jeongguk didn’t think Yoongi would hex him, he’d point out the blush on Yoongi’s cheeks.

“And no Taehyung, I see?” Slughorn asks, looking straight at Jeongguk from over his glasses. Jeongguk shrugs sheepishly and looks down at his cauldron. He carefully dumps in the rose thorns, followed closely by the moonstone, and waits. The potion doesn’t start to smoke, and doesn’t have any distinct smell to it, and Jeongguk glances down at his book, confused.

“Don’t forget the pearl dust, Jeongguk.” Slughorn says, sliding a jar across the table. Jeongguk smiles at him and adds the pearl dust. Jeongguk’s book calls for Ashwinder eggs and peppermint, but in a footnote at the bottom it says that not all potions are the same… Slughorn must notice his inner turmoil, because he pushes the eggs and the peppermint towards him. “I wouldn’t try anything fancy just yet, Jeongguk. Add the rest of the ingredients.”

“Yes, Professor.” Jeongguk says. He adds the rest of the ingredients and is hit almost immediately by spiraling smoke that smells exactly like his mom’s homemade cookies. After some of the smoke has dispelled, Jeongguk leans closer to his cauldron and takes a deep breath.

Cookies, linen candles, fresh ink and… and Taehyung.

Jeongguk smiles a little ruefully. He almost hoped that the familiar smell of Taehyung’s shampoo wouldn’t be something he smelled, but alas. Jeongguk looks towards the door, still shut tight, and sighs. He just hopes Taehyung’s detention this time won’t give Jeongguk a heart attack.

“Now that everyone is either done, or close to it, is anyone brave enough to share what they smell?” Slughorn asks. The room falls dead silent, no one wanting to share that they smell another person, or something odd like dirt (if Jeongguk had to pick someone who favored the smell of dirt, it’d be Kim Namjoon. Merlin knows he’s fallen off his broom enough times to be well acquainted with the smell and taste of soil.)

Jimin’s hand twitches on the table, like he’s contemplating throwing out what he smells, when the door opens with a loud creak, breaking the silence. Taehyung walks into the room, hair standing up on one side and robes wrinkled. Jeongguk sighs and immediately reaches forward to try and smooth down Taehyung’s hair.

“So nice of you to join us, Mr. Kim.” Slughorn says, watching as Taehyung dumps his bag on the table, very nearly knocking over the amortentia.

“No problem, Professor.” Taehyung says, and he takes a breath and immediately coughs. “My god, Jeongguk, did you lend your cologne to everyone or did you take a shower in it this morning?” Taehyung looks around the room, failing to notice everyone staring at him with open mouths, and takes another deep breath. “Bloody hell, it’s coming from everywhere.”

“Um…” Jeongguk says, pulling his hands away from Taehyung’s hair. He catches Jimin looking at them from the corner of his eye, face red as he tries not to laugh. Even Yoongi’s shoulders are shaking with the effort to not laugh. “We’re brewing Amortentia today, Tae.”

Taehyung looks at Jeongguk with wide eyes, realization crashing down on him. His mouth falls open and Jeongguk just smiles at him, cheeks burning. Jimin finally bursts into laughter, Yoongi following shortly behind him, and Slughorn smiles from where he’s standing at the head of the room, lips pulled smugly to the side.

“Well thank you, Taehyung, for sharing. Because you were the only one brave enough to tell us what you smelled, I’ll wave your detention. But don’t be late again, here me?” Slughorn asks, and Taehyung nods dumbly, mouth still hanging open. “And close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.”

“Yes, Professor.” Taehyung says. He turns away from Jeongguk and quickly takes the cauldron off of it’s stand. “I’ll… I’ll just dispose of this, then. Because he won’t let us keep it, you know, strongest love potion in the world! Haha… ha. Okay.” Taehyung takes the cauldron and hurries towards the sinks at the back of the room, leaving a stunned Jeongguk to watch him go.

“Merlin’s beard…” Jeongguk says quietly, looking over his shoulder at Jimin. Jimin gives him a double thumbs up, his face still red from laughter. The rest of the class has fallen back into quiet conversation, and Jeongguk quietly cleans up the rest of the work station with a small smile on his face. He can hear Yoongi ask Jimin what he smells, and Jimin answers in a squeaky voice, “Uh, mostly just marshmallows and petrol — that’s a muggle thing, if you didn’t know; you’re a pureblood, right?”

Jeongguk smiles to himself and silently roots Jimin on in his head. Yoongi responds with something along the lines of ‘yeah, pureblood… but um, muggle-borns aren’t bad. I’m not really prejudice or anything. And the grin on Jeongguk’s face widens. His own chest is full of butterflies for his friend, so he can’t even imagine how Jimin is feeling.

Taehyung slips next to Jeongguk again, setting the clean cauldron on the table gently. Jeongguk looks over at him, grin slipping off his face when he notices how distressed Taehyung looks. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Huh?” Taehyung asks, looking towards Jeongguk so face his neck cracks. Jeongguk reaches forward to rub at it, but Taehyung flinches away. “Yeah, uh. I’m fine. I fell asleep in the library last night. You know, with exams coming up soon and everything.”

Jeongguk frowns. Exams aren’t for another few months, as it’s just the beginning of December, and everyone knows that Taehyung makes a point not to study until the week before. Something about “sticking it to the man.” (Taehyung says it’s a muggle thing. Jeongguk always just agrees.)

“Where were you, really?” Jeongguk asks, and Taehyung looks at him imploringly before picking up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

“The library. I’ll see you at dinner.” Taehyung says, and he walks out of the room just as Slughorn dismisses them. He disappears into the corridor, and is gone before Jeongguk can even say goodbye.

“Trouble in paradise?” Yoongi asks, looking between Jeongguk and the door. Jimin laughs like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard, and Jeongguk would think Yoongi had slipped him some of the amortentia if Jimin didn’t act like that all the time.

“Shut the fuck up,” Jeongguk grumbles, grabbing his bag off the ground and putting his potions book into it. Yoongi raises an eyebrow, and Jeongguk shirks back a little. “Sorry. Sorry, hyung.”

“It’s alright, kid. Also, he really was in the library. I think he was playing wizards chess by himself, though.” Yoongi says before turning back to his cauldron. Jeongguk looks at Jimin for some kind of elaboration, but he merely shrugs and goes back to helping Yoongi clean up their station.

— — —

Taehyung doesn’t show up to dinner. Jeongguk tries to keep himself from glancing over at the Gryffindor table too often, but halfway through dinner Jimin plants an elbow in his side and his eyes break away from the Gryffindor table with a jolt.

“Listen, he’s probably just embarrassed. Give him a little time.” Jimin says, and then he starts piling Jeongguk’s plate with food. “And just because Taehyung isn’t eating dinner doesn’t mean you should starve yourself. You’re a growing boy, Jeongguk. Eat up.”

Jeongguk sighs and pillows his cheek in his hand, picking up his fork only when Jimin sends him a glare from where he’s sitting. Jeongguk eats a little to make Jimin happy, but spends most of dinner glancing between the door and the Gryffindor table. A few times, he catches the eye of Kim Seokjin, Head Boy and last year’s Gryffindor Prefect, and Seokjin just shrugs.

“I’m going to the library.” Jeongguk says, pushing himself away from the table. Jimin grabs onto his robes, looking exasperated, but Yoongi gives him a proud look from across the table, and Jeongguk gently shakes Jimin off his robes. “I’ll be back… maybe.”

“Don’t come back without a boyfriend!” Yoongi calls after him, and Jeongguk pulls his robes up around his head to hide his blush. When Jeongguk pushes open the doors, Peeves drops in front of him, already cackling.

“What do you want, Peeves?” Jeongguk grumbles, knowing better than to try and go around the ghost. Peeves grins at him and beckons Jeongguk to follow him, down a corridor in the opposite way of the library. “Peeves, I have somewhere to be. I’ll watch you drop water balloons onto Filch another day.”

“But Jeon Jeongguk, don’t you want to see Kim Taehyung?” Peeves asks, and Jeongguk looks over his shoulder at the poltergeist. Peeves is grinning at him, and an unsettling feeling resides in Jeongguk’s gut. Jeongguk sighs and follows Peeves down the corridor, trying to keep track of the ghost, as he keeps disappearing through walls and reappearing right in front of Jeongguk’s nose.

Jeongguk walks for a while, Peeves taking him down corridor after corridor until he’s standing at a dead end. Peeves appears in front of him and smiles widely. “Here he is, Jeon Jeongguk. Now Headmaster McGonagall will stop pestering me about being nice to the students.”

“Wait, Peeves!” Jeongguk yells, but the poltergeist is gone, the only remnants of him being the echoing cackle that pounds in Jeongguk’s ears. Jeongguk turns back to the wall and kicks it with his foot. “Stupid ghost, leads me on a wild goose chase for nothing.” Jeongguk turns and heads back down the hallway. “I just need Taehyung, why—”

There’s a loud cracking sound from the wall behind Jeongguk, and Jeongguk quickly draws his wand and whips around, only to see a door waiting for him where the wall once was. “What the…?” Jeongguk mutters, pushing the door open. He has to crouch to get into the room, but it opens up into a huge workshop, and Jeongguk can hear the sound of something being cut. There’s sparks coming from somewhere deep in the room, and Jeongguk raises his wand and hesitantly starts towards it.

Jeongguk has to step over a few boxes and shimmy past a pile of wood, but eventually he sees Taehyung sitting at a bench, robes discarded on the floor and wizards chess sat out in front of him. There’s extra pieces sat off to the side, some of them singing while others fight. There’s a king wailing down on a pawn, and Jeongguk watches as the pawn slowly goes from a wooden chess piece to a pile of sawdust.

There’s music coming from somewhere, and Jeongguk looks around for a minute until he sees a sleek white device that Jeongguk recognizes as a muggle telephone. Taehyung’s head is bopping along to the music, and one of the chess pieces is harmonizing with the song. Taehyung’s hunched over another chess piece, a bishop, his wand in hand as he says quiet spells to the piece of wood.

There’s a book open on the bench next to Taehyung, and Jeongguk looks down at it, reading the big heading — Know Your Charms: Wizards Chess.

“Taehyung?” Jeongguk asks, and Taehyung jumps so hard that the singing chess piece falls off the table and onto the floor.

“J-Jeongguk?” Taehyung replies, leaning down to pick up the chess piece. He glances at Jeongguk before pushing all the chess pieces off to the side and tapping them with his wand, making them all fall silent. “What’re you doing here?”

“What’re you doing here? It’s dinnertime and…” Jeongguk looks around the small workshop. “And this isn’t even a room.” Taehyung looks at Jeongguk with wide eyes and clicks on the screen of the telephone.

“Shit, it’s dinnertime.” Taehyung mutters, and he gently sweeps the chess pieces into his bag, along with the book. “Guess we should go then, huh, Jeonggukie? You have to eat, growing boy and all that.”

“Hyung?” Jeongguk asks softly, stopping Taehyung from his rambling. Taehyung looks up at him, and Jeongguk tilts his head to the side, hair falling over his eyes. “Why…” Jeongguk stops, because he wants to ask why did you leave me this morning? but instead settles on, “Why’re you making your own wizards chess? I bought you a set for Christmas last year.”

Taehyung balks, looking between his bag and Jeongguk. “It’s not… it’s not for me.” Taehyung says, but Jeongguk still feels like he’s hiding something. Taehyung turns away from him and stops the music playing from the telephone. “Anyways, dinner.”

“Why’d you leave me this morning?” Jeongguk blurts, and Taehyung takes a staggering step backwards. Jeongguk lurches forward and catches him by the arm, only letting go after Taehyung’s balanced back, safely on his feet. “You got all closed off and just… left.”

“Well you know,” Taehyung starts, sounding suddenly hostile. “You may be in a bit of a sour mood if everyone in your year found out about your crush because of a stupid love potion.” Taehyung says, and Jeongguk can’t help the swell of adoration in his chest at the fact that Taehyung admitted to having a crush on him.

Jeongguk’s brain is still slogging behind, stuck on the fact that Taehyung likes him, so when Taehyung looks at him for a response, the first thing he says is “there are only forty kids in our potions class.”

Taehyung hits him, and Jeongguk honestly isn’t surprised. “You don’t even care, do you? That out of every scent in the entire world that your cologne was what the amortentia smelled like? Or are you just unbelievably thick?”

“You want to know what the amortentia smelled like to me?” Jeongguk asks, and Taehyung blurts out an indignant I most definitely do not! but Jeongguk ignores him. “To me, the amortentia smelled like my mom’s cookies, and like freshly washed sheets, and new ink.”

Taehyung scoffs and dries to brush past Jeongguk, but Jeongguk grabs onto Taehyung’s arms and holds him in place. “But, all of those things, Tae, there’s one thing that, when you put all those things together, that they smell like. And that’s home.”

“Wow,” Taehyung says, unimpressed. “What a sentimental, feel-good way to tell me you miss your mother. Lucky for you, Christmas break is soon. Please let go of me.” Jeongguk’s face falls when Taehyung tries to pull away from him, but Jeongguk just holds onto him tighter.

“Wait, no, Tae. I don’t miss my mom— I mean, okay, I kind of do, but… but home is you, you know? You’re freshly washed sheets and cookies and ink. You’re home.”

“Oh.” Taehyung says meekly, and Jeongguk grins at him. A smile slowly starts to take over Taehyung’s face, until the familiar rectangle grin is beaming back at Jeongguk. “That’s awesome. I don’t feel like so much of a fool now.” Jeongguk smiles and let’s go of Taehyung’s arms, instead taking one of Taehyung’s hands and threading their fingers together.

“Want to go down to dinner, then?” Taehyung asks, and Jeongguk nods before following him out of the strange little room. After they’re back in the corridor, the door to the room disappears, and Taehyung begins to drag Jeongguk towards the dining hall.

“Wait, Taehyung,” Jeongguk says, pulling on Taehyung’s hand. Taehyung looks over his shoulder, confusion pulling his eyebrows together, and Jeongguk blushes slightly. “Yoongi hyung says I wasn’t allowed to come back unless I had a boyfriend, so…”

Taehyung laughs and pulls Jeongguk towards him, planting a kiss smack on his lips. Jeongguk pulls back, a little dazed, but smiling. “Does that answer your question, Jeonggukie?”

“I think so, but I might need one more kiss, just to make sure.” Jeongguk says, and Taehyung rolls his eyes, but kisses Jeongguk once (or twice) more, just to make sure.

— — teensy weensy time skip — —

“Hey Jeongguk, your boyfriend is here.” Yoongi says, and Jeongguk looks over his shoulder to find Taehyung standing behind Yoongi, fingers clutched around something. Yoongi narrows his eyes at the two of them as he backs out of the room. “No funny business you two, and I mean it. The carriages leave in thirty minutes. Be in the common room in fifteen, got it?”

“Got it!” Taehyung singsongs, then he pushes Yoongi out of the room and perches himself on the end of Jeongguk’s bed.

“What’s up, babe?” Jeongguk asks. He folds another shirt and lays it in his trunk, hurriedly trying to pack everything he should have packed days ago.

“I wanted to give you your Christmas present before we leave.” Taehyung says, and Jeongguk freezes. He doesn’t have Taehyung’s gift yet, he planned on buying it when he went to Hogsmeade with his parents over break. “Don’t panic if you don’t have one for me, but my gift only works when we’re away from each other, so I have to give it to you now.”

“Okay…” Jeongguk says, sitting himself down next to Taehyung. Taehyung holds out his hand, and in it are two chess pieces, two pawns.

“Um, so I was going to do two kings, but they weren’t very cooperative, so I had to use these pawns.” Taehyung explains, but Jeongguk is still lost as to why two chess pieces is his Christmas present. Taehyung must notice his confusion, because the older boy coughs and rushes to explain. “You can talk into one of them,” Taehyung says, holding the chess piece to his mouth. “And it comes out the other.” Finishes the chess piece in Taehyung’s hand.

“So I thought, since you don’t have a phone, we could use these to talk during break? I’ve been working on them for a while…” Taehyung says, looking down at the pieces. He hands one of the pawns to Jeongguk, who takes it and cradles it in his palm like it’s the most precious gold. “I know it’s not a lot, but I figured—”

“I love it.” Jeongguk says, and Taehyung looks up from his chess piece, eyes full of worry. Jeongguk takes Taehyung’s free hand in his own and kisses Taehyung’s knuckles. “I really, really love it. It’s awesome, hyung. Thank you so much.”

Taehyung grins at him, and Jeongguk feels his heart sputter in his chest. “I’m glad you like them.” Taehyung says, and when he leans forward to kiss Jeongguk, the door flies open and Jimin points his wand at the two of them threateningly.

“The carriages leave in five minutes. You two were supposed be downstairs ages ago. Yoongi’s not happy, so you can thank me later for coming to get you instead of him; he probably would have turned you both into lizards and carried you onto the train himself.” Jimin says. Then he grabs Jeongguk’s trunk and lugs it downstairs by himself.

“I guess we should go, then.” Jeongguk says, and he grabs onto Taehyung’s hand to help him off the bed. The other Slytherins watch as Jeongguk leads Taehyung out of the common room and into the corridor, some of them coming from families where pure bloods and muggle borns shouldn’t be together. A boy named Hyungsik sneers at them, and Jeongguk sneers back just as much, while Taehyung smiles and forces Jeongguk out of the concealed door in the dungeon wall.

Jimin and Yoongi join them a minute later, Jimin’s robes a little wrinkled around the neck, and Yoongi’s hair knotted to one side. Taehyung and Jeongguk share a knowing look, but don’t say anything, and follow their friends down the corridor and to the entrance of Hogwarts.

Taehyung notices Seokjin standing on the steps of Hogwarts, a few tears in his eyes as Kim Namjoon, the kid who can’t stay on his broom, rubs his shoulders sympathetically.

“It’s his last winter break.” Hoseok, the captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, explains quietly, guiding them away from the crying boy. Jimin nods and falls into quiet conversation with Hoseok, both of them theorizing who will win the House Cup, while Yoongi looks on, a glint of jealousy in his eye when Jimin laughs and leans against Hoseok for support.

“Don’t worry,” Jeongguk tells him quietly. “He’s only got eyes for you. Hoseok could give him ten vials of Amortentia and all he’d talk about was how you remind him of marshmallows and the early morning, when the sheets are still warm and you’re still kind of asleep.” Yoongi looks at him oddly, and Jeongguk puts his hands up in mock-surrender. “His words, not mine. If I were to list what you reminded me of, I’d say cold brew coffee and ice picks.”

Yoongi laughs, and Jeongguk smiles at him before finding his boyfriend, who’d wandered down the steps and to the carts, where he’s petting at the air. “What’re you doing, Tae?”

Taehyung smiles at him, a little sad, and shrugs his shoulders. “Nothing. Thinking about how, before long, we’ll be just like Seokjin over there. It’ll be our last Christmas break before we have to go out and be real wizards.”

“We’re already real wizards.” Jeongguk says, but he knows what Taehyung means. He wraps an arm around Taehyung’s waist and pulls him close, before burying his nose in Taehyung’s hair. “I know what you mean. You’ll probably be the next Care of Magical Creatures teacher and I’ll go work at the ministry like my parents.”

“And we’ll be separated, living two different lives.” Taehyung says softly, and Jeongguk turns him around and kisses Taehyung’s nose gently. Jeongguk holds up his chess piece and waves it in front of Taehyung’s face.

“We’ll never be separated as long as we have these little guys, right?” Jeongguk asks, and Taehyung nods. “Alright then. So stop being sad, it’s Christmas.” Taehyung nods again and Jeongguk leans down and kisses him for real, pressing his body against Taehyung’s, fitting perfectly. When Taehyung wraps his hands around Jeongguk’s neck and tilts his head to deepen the kiss, a snowball hits the back of Jeongguk’s head, followed by Jimin’s familiar voice shouting,

“Get in, losers, or we’re leaving without you!”

Taehyung laughs and climbs into the carriage, slapping at Jeongguk’s hands when they land on his butt. “I’m just helping!” Jeongguk says, but Taehyung can see the smugness in his expression when he says it.

“What do you guys think you’ll do over break?” Hoseok asks, and Jimin says that he’s just going to gorge himself on food and catch up on sleep, to which Yoongi replies, “Don’t you do that anyway?” which earns him a slap on the back of the head. Jeongguk thinks he hears a quiet, “Sorry, babe,” and he raises an eyebrow at Jimin, who blushes and looks down at his hands.

“I think I’ll just hang out with my family. My mom’s a romance novelist, so I’ll probably be roped into watching a bunch of lovey-dovey Christmas movies.” Taehyung says, and he looks down at the chess piece in his hand. “Other than that, I’ll probably be playing a lot of chess.”

“Chess?” Jimin asks, and Taehyung smiles at Jeongguk, who grins and looks at Jimin.

“Yeah, chess.”

(Later, when Taehyung’s crawling into bed, his chess piece sitting on his bedside table, he hears softly, in a voice so familiar and warm Taehyung feels like he’s back at Hogwarts, “Love you, Tae.” And Taehyung smiles a little before bringing his chess piece to his mouth and whispering back,

“Love you, Jeonggukie.”)

Chapter Text

Jimin shuffles into the common room around midnight, hair disheveled and eyes bleary with sleep. He’d fallen asleep in the library with Taehyung, both of them cramming for their Charms test the next day. (It was more Jimin practicing on Taehyung, who hadn’t bothered to actually pay attention in class, and begged Jimin to teach him a few basics just so he’d pass.) Jimin rubs at his eyes, trying to clear them of sleep, but as he rub his knuckles into his eyes, he bumps into one of the couches and topples over, books spilling out of his arms and onto the floor, dangerously close to the fire.

“Fuck me,” Jimin mutters quietly to himself as he rushes over to pick up his books. As he leans down, he notices for the first time a figure laying on the couch, and almost falls into the fire himself in shock. Books forgotten, Jimin sneaks towards the figure, fingers hovering over his wand. He doesn’t think anyone to be cautious of could even get into the Slytherin dorms, but his heart is racing all the same.

Jimin leans over the figure and lets out a gust of breath when he realizes it’s just Min Yoongi, the Slytherin Prefect, and more importantly, Jimin’s longtime crush. Jimin crouches down and can’t help it when he pushes Yoongi’s bangs away from his face, hair a dark silver color — a complete contrast to the pastel green it’d been at the beginning of the year. Jimin has an inkling that Yoongi’s an unregistered Metamorphmagus, since he’s a pureblood and probably doesn’t even know what hair dye is, but Jimin keeps his curiosity to himself. It’s not like he’s close enough to Yoongi to even ask—

“Jimin? Why’re you so close to me?” Comes Yoongi’s voice, breaking Jimin out of his quiet contemplation, fingers still tangled in Yoongi’s bangs. Jimin falls backwards with a quiet thud, happy that the low lighting of the common room hid his quick appearing blush.

“I was uh-um,” Jimin stutters, and he reaches around and pinches himself in the arm. Stop stuttering you’re embarrassing yourself, Park Jimin. “I was going to wake you up. Sleeping on the couch can’t be very comfortable…” Jimin motions to Yoongi, and then to the couch, as if the older boy didn’t realize he was laying on it. “By the way, why’re you on the couch?”

Yoongi sits up, rubbing at his eyes before lifting his arms and popping his shoulders. Jimin, because he’s had a long day, indulges himself and lets himself look at Yoongi’s stomach pocking out from the bottom of his shirt, pale and cute and — is that a scar? Yoongi’s arms drop back down to his sides and Jimin’s eyes snap up, only to find Yoongi looking at him stoically, like he knows something Jimin doesn’t. “I was waiting for you.”

Jimin’s chest with hopeful delight, can hardly contain himself when he blurts: “Wait, really?” Yoongi, Min Yoongi, was waiting up for him. Min Yoongi was waiting for him, Park Jimin! Jimin couldn’t be any happier, until Yoongi shrugs and says:

“Y’know, Prefect duties. Gotta make sure all the kids get back safe.” Jimin’s heart falls into his stomach as he nods. Right. Yoongi’s a Prefect, and Jimin’s just… Jimin’s just a kid. Yoongi stands up and picks up Jimin’s books, handing them off to him before ruffling Jimin’s hair. “Get some sleep, Jimin. We have double Defense Against the Dark Arts tomorrow.”

“Right.” Jimin calls back weakly, and he smiles at Yoongi before collecting himself off the floor. “Goodnight then, Yoongi…”

“Just hyung is fine; goodnight, Jimin.” Yoongi says, and despite being shot down and called a kid just two minutes beforehand, Jimin can’t help the hope and joy that swells in his chest as he makes his way up to his room, where he collapses into bed and screams happily into his pillow. (After ten minutes, Jeongguk throws a shoe at him and tells him to shut up and go to sleep.)

The next morning, Jimin almost falls asleep in his eggs, having stayed up too late the night before, imagining different scenarios in which Yoongi confesses his undying love for him. (In one of them, Yoongi fights off three trolls single-handedly and then scoops Jimin up and kisses him despite them being most covered troll mucus. Romantic.) When he’s not half asleep, Jimin’s eyes are focused steadily on the end of the table, where Yoongi sits with a group of fifth and sixth years, all of them crowded around a book.

“You’re staring,” Jeongguk says quietly, moving Jimin’s elbow away from his syrup. Jimin looks at Jeongguk and hisses was not! but he knows he’s been caught. Jeongguk just smiles at him and goes back to drinking his orange juice, eyes trained somewhere off to the left, and when Jimin looks over, he sees Taehyung laughing at something the Head Boy, Kim Seokjin, has said.

“And you say I’m staring. Wipe your fucking drool, Jeongguk.” Jimin says, handing Jeongguk a napkin. Jeongguk glares at him, but when he thinks Jimin isn’t looking, he wipes his chin with the palm of his hand. Jimin smiles and quickly fills his mouth with food, realizing that his Charms test is next period, and if he doesn’t eat the only spell he’ll be able to cast it accio breakfast.

“I heard we have double Defense Against the Dark Arts today.” Jimin says, shoveling more eggs into his mouth. Jeongguk groans, bits of bacon spewing onto the table. “I don’t know why you’re so huffy, D.A.D.A. isn’t that bad.”

“Please, never again refer it as dada, first off, and secondly, you only like Defense Against the Dark Arts because Yoongi likes Defense Against the Dark Arts.” Jeongguk says, and Jimin scoffs. He does not only like Defense Against the Dark Arts because Yoongi likes it. Sure, it helps that Yoongi is there and the double class passes quicker when Yoongi is worked up, sweaty from throwing out so many hexes, but he really has nothing to do with it. Nothing at all.

“As if you would look forward to Care of Magical Creatures if Taehyung didn’t squeal and hold onto your arm every time Hagrid brings out another animal.” Jimin says, rolling his eyes. Jeongguk looks at him indignantly and slams his fork down on his plate.

“I’ll have you know that I quite enjoy learning about Hippogriffs and… and stuff.” Jeongguk finishes weakly, and Jimin snorts so nard he gets milk up his nose.

“And stuff, Jeongguk, can you tell me what we’ve been studying this entire week?” Jimin asks, and Jeongguk blushes dark red. Before he can open his mouth to say anything, there’s a hand on Jimin’s shoulder, pushing him backwards, before a boy lands in his lap.

“Ready for Charms, Jiminie? I think I finally got down the Mimblewimble charm!” Taehyung says, and then he points his wand at Jeongguk, ready to tongue-tie him. “Sorry, Jeonggukie, gotta practice! Mimblewimble!” Taehyung says, and then he leans forward and grabs Jeongguk’s face in both hands. “Tell me, Jeonggukie, how are you today?”

“Me? Today?” Jeongguk mutters, eyes searching Taehyung’s face almost dreamily. “So pretty… good. I’m… so pretty good, uh you are? I mean, how you? How are you on this um, on this day? Today?”

Taehyung pulls back from Jeongguk’s face with a pleased giggle, and Jimin doesn’t have the heart to tell him that Jeongguk would stutter around Taehyung anyways, regardless of curses, if Taehyung were that close to his face. “Bye, Jeonggukie! We’ll see you in potions!” And then Taehyung grabs onto Jimin’s robes and pulls him away from the table and towards the potions classroom.

(Needless to say, Taehyung does poorly on his test. After everyone’s done and they’re parting ways, Taehyung off to Divination while Jimin goes to Defense Against the Dark Arts, Taehyung grabs his robes with a pout and says, “but Mimblewimble worked so well on Jeonggukie…” and Jimin just has to ruffle Taehyung’s hair and wish him better luck next time.)

When he gets to Defense Against the Dark Arts, Jimin sits down in his usual seat, waiting for Jeongguk to join him. They have this class with the Ravenclaw’s, so Jimin sits at the back of class and tries to remain unseen while all the people who actually know what they’re doing answer the questions. Jimin sets his wand on the desk and is reaching down to get his book and quill, when the stool next to him scoots out and a familiar voice is asking, “is this seat taken?”

Jimin sits up so fast he nearly slams his head against the bottom of the table. Yoongi grins down at him and Jimin shakes his head quickly, motioning for the older boy to sit down. Jimin immediately looks over his shoulder, scanning the room as if he’s doing something scandalous. Jeongguk walks into the room and his eyes widen when he sees Yoongi in his seat, but then he gives Jimin a double thumbs up and settles in a seat behind them.

“I heard we’re learning the Unforgivable Curses today,” Yoongi mutters. Jimin wonders if Yoongi always mutters, voice hardly ever rising over an unamused whisper. Professor Lupin enters the room, fiery red hair looking off-putting when compared with the crazed glint in his eye when he waves his wand in the air.

“As you may know, an Unforgivable Curse killed my parents, Remus and Nymphadora.” Professor Lupin begins, and Jimin frowns at him. He knows someone who’s lost someone dear to him, but he can only imagine what it might be like to lose both of your parents without even truly knowing them. “It is important for any wizard to be able to identify an Unforgivable Curse, and even more important to know how to fight one. Today, you’ll be acquainting yourselves with these spiders.”

Professor Lupin pulls a sheet off of three spiders, all scuttling around their jars innocently. “By the end of class, all three of them will be dead. Ready to begin?” Jimin sucks in a breath and Yoongi glances over at him, eyebrows pulled tightly together. Jimin merely smiles and turns his attention back to the front of the class. “Who can tell me the first Unforgivable Curse?”

“The Imperius Curse.” One of the Ravenclaw’s says, and Professor Lupin raises his wand in the air, wispy strands coming out of his wand that read The Imperius Curse: to make your enemies do your biding

“The Imperius Curse makes whomever the curse is casted on do the unquestioned bidding of the caster. So, say I wanted you to kill someone for me. All I’d have to do is put you under the Imperius Curse, tell you to kill whomever I want dead, and then it’s done. I don’t have to get any blood on my hands.” Lupin says, then he takes one of the spiders out of the jar and lays it on the table. “Imperio!”

The spider does a series of tricks and flips, some of the students laughing when Professor Lupin makes the spider do some sort of break dance. Then, all laughing stops when Lupin points the spider towards the window, and it walks to the tip of the ledge. “The Imperius Curse may seem funny when it comes to party tricks, but if I wanted to, I could make this spider walk off the edge and kill herself. I could do it to any of you, too. This is why it’s important to know how to counter these things.” Lupin says quietly, and he brings the spider back to safety, depositing it in the glass jar again.

“To fight off the Imperius Curse, all you have to do is… nothing.” Lupin says, and he pulls a fifth year Slytherin to the front of the room. The girl looks nervous, running her fingers through her hair a few times before Lupin pushes her arm down. “Now, I’m going to make you want to jump on that table, and all you have to do is stay on the ground. Got it?”

“Yes, sir.” She says, and Lupin mutters Imperio quietly. The girl’s eyes glaze over, her whole body going rigid before falling slack. Lupin raises his wand and does a swooping motion towards the desk, and the girl jumps gracefully and lands perfectly on the desk. Lupin lowers his wand and the girl looks around, eyes clear, and frowns. “Guess I didn’t do it, then.”

“That’s quite alright,” Lupin says, helping her off the desk. “The Imperius Curse is hard to fight. I would have been extremely surprised had you resisted it your first try, but we’ll come back to it later. Can anyone tell me the second Unforgivable Curse?”

“Cruciatus Curse.” Jeongguk says from behind him, and Jimin turns around, eyes wide, but Jeongguk holds up his book. The curses are listed in the top corner, and Jimin rolls his eyes. “It says that the curse inflicts excruciating pain on whomever the spell is cast.”

“That’s very right, Jeongguk.” Lupin says, and he takes the second spider out of the jar. “The Cruciatus Curse is used mainly in the Ministry, when working with criminals. Either that’s why the criminal is there, or the Ministry has clearance to torture anyone who they believe is withholding important information.”

Jimin watches as Lupin mutters once again under his breath, and the spider begins to convulse, letting out sounds that sound like shrieks of terror. Jimin himself makes a horrified sound and closes his eyes, hands clenched on the desk hard enough to turn his knuckles white. Curses always make his stomach churn, and to see such a horrible thing used on an innocent animal…

Jimin’s eyes snap open when he feels a hand on his knee, soft and reassuring, thumb rubbing circles on his inside of his leg. Jimin glances over at Yoongi, but the older boy isn’t paying him any attention, still looking straight ahead, chin resting in his palm. Jimin still keeps his eyes trained on the table, but Yoongi’s hand on his knee is surprisingly calming, if not distracting. There’s a swelling feeling in Jimin’s chest again, like at any minute his heart could burst.

Jimin doesn’t even realize that Lupin’s put the spider away until he’s asking, “and the final curse?” A Ravenclaw puts his hand up, and Lupin points at him with his wand, making the boy flinch.

“The Killing Curse— Avanda Kedavra.” The boy says, and Professor Lupin nods and sits on the edge of his desk.

“The very curse that killed my parents. Probably the most lethal, yet generous of the three curses. The Killing Curse causes a quick and painless death on whom the curse is cast, leaving them with no marks, just peaceful release. There is no countering the Killing Curse, if you’re hit by it, you’re done for. However, the curse can be ricochetted off a solid object and blow it to bits. The only harm done then is if you get in the way of the flying debris.” The class laughs, but it’s subdued in anticipation for what’s coming.

The third spider scuttles around the glass jar frantically, as if it knows that it won’t live for much longer. Lupin sets the spider on the table and puts his wand on top of it. He raises his voice and yells “Avada Kedavra!” and just like that, the spider lays lifeless on the table. Jimin makes a choked sound in the back of his throat, and the hand on his knee squeezes almost sympathetically.

“Now, work with your table partner on resisting the Imperius Curse, I expect everyone to be able to not jump on this table by tomorrow, or at least stumble before they do. Get to work!”

Jimin turns to Yoongi, who’s slipping his wand into his bag and squaring his shoulders. His hand is still on Jimin’s knee, resting comfortably and rubbing circles into the skin. “Why’re you putting your wand away?”

“Because I’m not going to curse you.” Yoongi says, and he situates himself so his knees are pressing against Jimin’s. “Alright, hit me with your best shot. But please don’t make me do anything awful, okay? I’m not sure I can do backflips.”

Jimin laughs halfheartedly, looking down at the wand in his hand. Yoongi’s smiling at him, still rubbing circles into his leg and Jimin feels silly. He shouldn’t be the one being reassured when it’s Yoongi who’s going to be cursed. “You okay, Jimin?”

“What?— yeah, yeah I’m okay. Just trying to think of something other than backflips… you kind of stole my thunder.” Jimin says, and Yoongi barks out a laugh, loud enough that they catch the attention of Professor Lupin, who looks at them and mouths get to work. “Okay… okay are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” Yoongi answers, and Jimin nods, steadying his wand in his hand.

“Okay then… Imperio.” Yoongi’s eyes glaze over and his body slumps down onto Jimin’s, and Jimin panics for a second before thinking back to what Professor Lupin did. Slowly, he raises his wand and Yoongi’s body follows him, and Jimin wracks his brain for something the get Yoongi to do. Punch me in the mouth Jimin thinks to himself, and Yoongi immediately snaps to attention, his eyes clear and mouth pulled into a frown.

“I will most definitely not punch you in the mouth, Jimin. Why would you even suggest that?” Yoongi asks, and Jimin bites his tongue to keep himself from telling Yoongi that he hadn’t let him finish and that the last half of the request was going to be “with your mouth.”

“I don’t know, it’s just the first thing that came to mind. Guess you’re pretty well off if someone tries to curse you, huh?” Jimin asks, and Yoongi shrugs, his hand falling casually onto Jimin’s knee again.

“Yeah, I guess I have a harder time resisting people’s charms.”

Jimin’s cheeks burn.

— — —

Jimin practically skips to Potions, still running on a high from the other day’s Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Yoongi’s gone back to being quiet and not really talking to him, but if the extended periods of eye contact and the invitations to sit by him in all their shared classes, Jimin would say that Yoongi’s developed a crush on him.

Jimin passes Jeongguk in the hallway, the younger boy pacing at the dungeon steps, waiting for Taehyung to get to class. Taehyung’s been showing up to class at random times for the past few days, but Jimin’s been too wrapped up in getting closer to Yoongi to ask Taehyung what he’s been doing.

Yoongi’s already standing at a table when Jimin gets to class, book open and eyebrows knitted together in concentration. “What’re you looking at, hyung?” Jimin asks, looking over Yoongi’s shoulder.

“We’re brewing Amortentia today, Jiminie, just looking at the ingredients.” Yoongi says, and Jimin’s heart soars at the use of the nickname. Professor Slughorn appears from the back room, and Jimin hurries out into the corridor to tell Jeongguk that class is starting. Jeongguk follows behind him with a grumble, but he quickly stops when Professor Slughorn starts talking.

Jimin mostly zones out until his name is called for attendance, and he shouts a quick, “here!” before glancing down at the potion directions and picking up the powdered moonstone. Behind him, he hears Jeongguk stutter out his name when Slughorn nearly marks him absent, and Jimin snickers.

Jeongguk retaliates by slapping the back of his head, and Jimin steps forward to balance himself, but ends up dumping the entire vial of powdered moonstone in the cauldron. The cauldron’s contents go from a soft peach to a murky green, and Jimin gasps out, “Oh shoot, oh my god, I’m so sorry, Yoongi— I,” and his first instinct is to reach into the cauldron to grab the moonstone out, but it’s already dissolved. Before his hands can touch to liquid, however, Yoongi grabs his wrists and gently pushes Jimin’s arms back.

“Don’t just stick your hands in there, Jimin, you could hurt yourself.” Yoongi says, and Jimin nods, biting his bottom lip worriedly. He feels awful for messing up their potion, and Yoongi must notice, because he takes the cauldron off the rack and gives Jimin a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, hyung will fix it.”

Jimin watches as Yoongi dumps the potion out the window without a care in the world. “I thought you said the potion could be harmful? And you just dumped it out the window.” Jeongguk says, and Yoongi shrugs before he cleans the rest of the cauldron with a whispered aquamenti.

“If you’re too thick to get out of the way of a falling potion, then that’s not my problem.” Yoongi says, and Jimin giggles, covering his face with his hands to hide his red cheeks. Yoongi smiles at him, but Jimin fails to notice the blush on the older boy’s cheeks before turning back to their work. Yoongi pulls the cauldron closer to him and gently takes the empty moonstone vial from Jimin’s hand. “How about you let hyung do the mixing, yeah? And you can read me off the ingredients.”

So Jimin reads the ingredients diligently, determined not to mess the potion up a second time. After a while, Jimin starts to smell sweets and marshmallows, along with petrol and something unmistakably Yoongi. Like burnt wood and old parchment. Jimin shakes his head to rid himself of any embarrassing thoughts when Slughorn asks someone to share what they smell. The room falls quiet until the door is thrown open, Taehyung walking through the threshold a disheveled mess. Jeongguk immediately sets to work flattening his hair, while Taehyung comments loudly on how the entire room smells like Jeongguk’s cologne.

Jimin bites back a laugh by covering his face, and he can feel Yoongi next to him shaking with silent laughter. Jeongguk quietly tells Taehyung that they’re brewing Amortentia, and Taehyung’s face morphs into one of complete horror. Taehyung’s mouth doesn’t close until Professor Slughorn tells him he’ll catch flies, and Jimin turns back around after Taehyung scurries to the back of the room to dump out their cauldron.

“So, what do you smell?” Yoongi asks, leaning down and smelling the potion. Jimin’s brain immediately wants to answer you, but instead he chokes out,

“Um, mostly just marshmallows and petrol — that’s a muggle thing, if you didn’t know; you’re a pureblood, right?” Jimin asks, and Yoongi nods almost contemplatively.

“Yeah, pureblood… but muggle-borns aren’t bad. I’m not really prejudice…” Yoongi says, and then he looks at Jimin with a grin on his face. “However, I do know what petrol is.” Jimin giggles, a little embarrassed, and turns back to his notes. He jots down marshmallows, petrol, sandalwood (with a little heart next to the sandalwood) before he realizes that he’s writing in Yoongi’s book.

“Oh, fuck.” Jimin mutters, doing his best to cross it out. He merely smudges the ink, however, and he panics slightly before just slamming the book closed and pushing it towards Yoongi’s side of the table. Maybe he just won’t notice the ginormous black ink stain on his book. “This is yours.”

“Right, thanks…” Yoongi mutters, looking a little distracted as he stares into the cauldron of Amortentia. Jimin turns around when he hears slamming coming from Jeongguk and Taehyung’s table, and catches only enough to see Taehyung throwing his bag over his shoulder and storming out the door. Yoongi stares out the door for a second before looking back at Jeongguk. “Trouble in paradise?”

Jeongguk makes a face and shoves his potions book into his bag. “Shut the fuck up.” He grumbles, and Yoongi and Jimin both make unamused faces, and Jeongguk immediately cowers under their stares. “Sorry. Sorry hyung.”

“It’s aright, kid. Also, he really was in the library. I think he was playing wizards chess by himself, though.” Yoongi says, and Jeongguk looks at Jimin briefly for some kind of explanation, but when Jimin shrugs he merely sighs and leaves the room.

“He really likes Taehyung.” Jimin says quietly, watching Jeongguk’s back as he leaves. “They really like each other, they’re just too stupid to admit it.”

“I wonder if Jeongguk smelled Taehyung too? Y’know, in the Amortentia.” Yoongi says. He dumps it down the sink this time and cleans out the cauldron before placing it on the shelf. “I’d be pretty put out if I smelt the person I liked and then blurted it out to the whole class, only for him not to say anything.”

“Yeah, me too.” Jimin says. He hands Yoongi his bag and they leave the room together, Jimin headed to the common room for his free period while Yoongi heads to muggle studies. When they go to part ways, Yoongi grabs onto Jimin’s robes, and Jimin looks over his shoulder quizzically.

“See you at dinner?” Yoongi asks, like he doesn’t see Jimin at dinner every other day.

“Yeah, of course.” Jimin says. Yoongi grins at him and lets go of Jimin’s robes before disappearing down the hallway. Jimin smiles to himself and skips back to the Slytherin dungeon, his cheeks sore from smiling by the time he gets to the common room.

— — —

Jimin glances between Jeongguk and the Gryffindor table, concern washing over him in waves. Jeongguk hasn’t even touched his food, too busy staring into space, looking for Taehyung. Jimin nudges him in the side, and Jeongguk turns to him with a glare.

“Listen, he’s probably just embarrassed. Give him a little time.” Jimin says, and his heart aches at the heartbroken look on Jeongguk’s face at the thought of giving Taehyung time. Time away from each other instead of time together, like Jeongguk wants. Jimin sighs and starts filling Jeongguk’s plate with food, his paternal instinct rearing it’s head whenever any of his friends are sad. “And just because Taehyung isn’t eating dinner doesn’t mean you should starve yourself. You’re a growing boy, Jeongguk. Eat up.”

Jimin watches Jeongguk out of the corner of his eyes, watches him pick at his food with his fork, only taking a tiny bite every few seconds. It’s nothing like the way he usually eats — shoveling food into his mouth like he’s some kind of trash compactor. Jimin turns back to his own food, and while he’s ripping apart a piece of bread, he catches Yoongi’s eye from across the table.

Young love, Yoongi mouths, and Jimin rolls his eyes. Jimin just hopes that he doesn’t look as lovesick as Jeongguk does when it comes to Yoongi.

“I’m going to the library.” Jeongguk says suddenly. He pushes himself away from the table with such force that the bench tips, and Jimin has to scramble to hold onto something (Yoongi) so he doesn’t fall on his ass. Once righted, Jimin grabs onto Jeongguk’s robes and musters up the most exhausted look he can. Jeongguk needs to give Taehyung time. Jeongguk shakes Jimin off, and Jimin looks at him reproachfully. “I’ll be back… maybe.”

“Don’t come back without a boyfriend!” Yoongi yells, and Jeongguk smiles before disappearing. Jimin turns to Yoongi and looking at him imploringly, frown settled deeply on his face. “…What?”

“Well don’t encourage him, you dumb shit!” Jimin says, smacking Yoongi’s arm. He breathes heavily through his nose, eyes scrunched shut. “He needs to give Taehyung space, and you just… tell him to run off and get a boyfriend!”

“Jimin,” Yoongi says, setting his hand on Jimin’s knee. Jimin opens his eyes only to glare at him. “I think maybe Jeongguk knows his crush better than you, hmm?” Jimin scoffs, offended, and when he opens his mouth to speak, Yoongi cuts him off. “If we got into a fight you probably wouldn’t take Jeongguk’s advice on when to talk to me again.”

Jimin sputters, his cheeks turning red as he looks down at his plate. “Are you insinuating that I have a crush on you, hyung?” Jimin asks. Yoongi merely shrugs, a sort of smug smile on his face as he looks at Jimin.

“I don’t know, what do you think?” Yoongi asks, and when Jimin doesn’t answer, Yoongi rests his chin in his hand and looks at Jimin, eyes alight with mischief. “Hey, do you think maybe you could teach me some of those muggle curse words?”

Jimin looks at Yoongi quizzically. “Why would you want to learn muggle curse words when wizard curses are so much more effective?”

“Because they’re not teaching us them in muggle studies, and I want to learn.” Yoongi says, and he busies himself with grabbing a brownie before he continues. “And if, one day, I find myself needing to visit to muggle world to see — well, for any reason, I ought to be prepared.”

Jimin smiles and grabs himself a piece of cake off the table. “Yeah, sure I’ll do that. When do you have free time?” Jimin bites off a piece of the cake, making sure not to get icing anywhere on his face. He’s watched enough television dramas to know he’ll either be terribly embarrassed for having food on his face, or Yoongi would wipe it off and he’d be terribly embarrassed that way. No matter what, Jimin will be embarrassed.

“I don’t have any free periods… maybe we can just do it in the common room tonight?” Yoongi suggests, and Jimin chokes on his cake. Yoongi frowns and slaps Jimin’s back, sending bits of cake spraying all over the table. (Maybe he should have just gotten icing on his face. It would have been much better than this.) “Are you alright?”

“Yep! Right as rain!” Jimin says, gulping down his water. Jimin sighs and shakes his head to get rid of the images of doing it in the common room with Yoongi. “We can definitely… study in the common room tonight.”

“Awesome.” Yoongi says, and Jimin smiles at him weakly before turning back to his unfinished cake.

 

Later that evening, Jimin’s on the common room sofa, cradling a mug of tea in his hands while Yoongi stokes the fire. It seems almost domestic, Jimin sitting on the couch with his drink while Yoongi keeps the fire burning. It makes Jimin’s chest swell with delight, and he has to hide his smile behind his mug when Yoongi turns around.

“So, where do we being, teach?” Yoongi asks, and Jimin laughs at him before motioning for Yoongi to sit on the couch next to him.

“I guess with the basics, I think everybody’s first curse word is either ass or hell… maybe bitch.” Jimin says, eyebrows coming together as he contemplates it. His first curse word had been hell, he’d run around the school yard yelling “H-E double hockey sticks!” to anyone who would listen. But Yoongi probably doesn’t even know what hockey is…

“I know of those, I have an older brother that swears a lot. I guess my problem lies in like… I don’t know how to use them. I’ve heard people say, ‘this is the nicest piece of fucking shit I’ve ever seen’ but that seems contradictory to me.” Yoongi says, and then he reaches forward and takes a sip of Jimin’s tea.

“Uh. That’s just… a way for people to be excited, uh— my tea.” Jimin says eloquently. Yoongi laughs and sits back in his seat, tongue flicking out to lick the drop of tea on his lip. “Anyways, you can say that something is shit and it mean good if you say something like… this is good shit.”

“And the same way with the word fuck, then?” Yoongi asks, and Jimin makes a face.

“Not necessarily. Like you can say something is good shit but you can’t really call something a good fuck. Um—” Jimin coughs at his own words, cheeks burning. He looks towards the fire to try and hide his red cheeks. "But it works the same way, kinda, if you say I don’t give a shit—”

“I don’t give a fuck.” Yoongi says, and Jimin rolls his eyes. He should have known Yoongi would be the type to only want to use the more “vulgar” swear words.

“Never mind.” Jimin says, looking down at his tea. He opens his mouth, ready to explain the ins and outs of the word bitch, and how it’s not always a bad word, but then he feels Yoongi’s leg pressing against his toes, where they’re curled up against the cushions. “Um… hello?”

“Jimin,” Yoongi asks, looking at Jimin briefly before turning his eyes to the fire. “Can I ask you something?”

Jimin nods, throat tight as he takes in Yoongi’s clenched jaw and his hands, fidgeting on his lap. “Yeah of course, hyung.”

“The other day in potions, what did you write in my book?” Yoongi asks, and Jimin’s eyes widen. He figured Yoongi wouldn’t notice, not unless he was trying to brew Amortentia out of class…

“Just what I smelled. I accidentally wrote it in my book instead of yours.” Jimin says. He fixes Yoongi with a quizzical stare. “Why were you brewing Amortentia out of class?”

“Oh, um…” Yoongi says, and he looks down at his hands. Jimin marks it as the first time he’s ever seen Yoongi at a loss of what to say. It’s silent for a minute, until Yoongi looks back up, and Jimin gasps — Yoongi’s covered in freckles.

“That’s adorable.” Jimin says, and unthinkingly puts his mug down so he can cradle Yoongi’s face in his hands. Yoongi laughs nervously and raises his eyebrow at Jimin, who’s running his thumbs across Yoongi’s freckled cheekbones. “Freckles are so cute on you.”

“Freckles?” Yoongi asks, and he reaches up to cover his face, but Jimin’s arms block him.

“I know you’re a Metamorphmagus, don’t worry.” Jimin assures, and Yoongi sighs in relief, sagging into Jimin’s hold.

“It happens when I’m nervous.” Yoongi says, “the freckles do.”

“Why’re you nervous, hyung?” Jimin asks, and he has to surprise a shiver when he feels Yoongi’s breath on his face. They’re so close.

“What do I smell like to you, Jimin?” Yoongi asks, voice barely above a whisper.

“Warm evenings by the fire, and lie-ins on Sunday mornings.” Jimin says, and Yoongi counters softly, but those aren’t scents, so Jimin sucks in a breath before murmuring, “and sandalwood.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Yoongi says, and then they’re kissing, Yoongi’s mouth warm and soft against Jimin’s. Jimin stutters out a sigh into Yoongi’s mouth and falls into him, eyes drooping closed. Jimin’s dreamt about this moment so many times, but his imagination could never measure up to the real thing.

When they break away from each other, Jimin keeps his eyes closed, hands still holding onto Yoongi’s face. He feels Yoongi push a strand of hair away from his face and Yoongi’s puffs of air on his cheeks.

“Am I that hard to look at?” Yoongi jokes, kissing Jimin again — soft and chaste like he’s afraid Jimin will run away.

Jimin opens his eyes slowly. “No, I wanted to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Usually I wake up after this part.”

“Do you dream of me a lot?” Yoongi asks, and he seems genuinely shocked that Jimin would dream about him at all.

“Every night since the middle of second year.” Jimin says, reaching down to tangle his fingers with Yoongi’s. “Ever since you called Professor Trelawny a nutter when she told me I was going to die.”

“Holy shit,” Yoongi mutters, pushing Jimin’s hair back again despite it being tucked behind his ears. Yoongi glances quickly down to the sheet of paper on the table, one they’d been writing the muggle swear words on, and Jimin giggles lightly.

“You were right, don’t worry.” Jimin says, and, just because he’s always wanted to, he rubs the tip of his nose against Yoongi’s. Jimin giggles again, and when he looks at Yoongi, the older is grinning from ear to ear. “Hey, what do I smell like to you?”

“Cakes,” Yoongi answers immediately. “Those ones that they only have at Christmas time, you know the ones — you eat like nine of them every Christmas feast.” Yoongi says, and Jimin smacks his arm lightly. Yoongi laughs and nuzzles his nose against Jimin’s cheek. “No but really, cakes and strawberries and treacle tarts. I thought I was going to get a cavity just from smelling the Amortentia the other day.”

“You never answered my question.” Jimin says, and Yoongi raises an eyebrow. “Why were you brewing Amortentia out of class?”

Yoongi blushes, making the freckles on his face stand out. Jimin hopes he never gets rid of them. “I was going to give some to you… just to see if it worked!” He adds defensively when he sees Jimin’s offended face.

“Yoongi,” Jimin says, “You’re so dumb! I was so obviously into you!”

“Okay well you’re sweet to everyone and sometimes Taehyung sits on your lap!” Yoongi says, and Jimin laughs, a loud, belly laugh that has him flinging himself to one side, and then the other, while he covers his face.

“Were you jealous Min Yoongi?” Jimin asks, and when Yoongi’s forehead fills with freckles, Jimin downright cackles. “You were!”

“I wasn’t!” Yoongi insists, grabbing at Jimin in an attempt to make him stop laughing. “I was just nervous.”

“Well, stop it. Taehyung’s already gone for Jeongguk, and—” Jimin stops himself, embarrassed. He can already feel himself blushing, and he hopes that the fire hides it.

“And you’re already gone for me?” Yoongi asks, resting his forehead against Jimin’s. Jimin nods and Yoongi smiles. “Don’t worry, me too. That night you nearly dropped your books in the fire, you remember that night, right? I was waiting for you. Not because I’m a Prefect. Because I was worried.”

Jimin’s chest swells with fondness, and he leans the rest of the way in so he can kiss Yoongi again. Yoongi lets out a satisfied sound and puts his hands gingerly on the back of Jimin’s neck, and Jimin holds Yoongi’s sweater in his fist.

When they break apart again, Jimin’s back is resting against the cushions of the couch, and Yoongi’s hovering over him. He kisses Jimin’s forehead once before squeezing into the space between Jimin and the back of the couch. Jimin situates himself so he’s half on the couch, half on Yoongi, and he rests his head on Yoongi’s chest.

It’s quiet for a while, Yoongi running his fingers through Jimin’s hair silently, when Jimin asks, “I don’t really eat that much cake, right?”

Yoongi laughs and kisses him again.

 

 

— — same time skip as takeoff half — —

 

“They’re coming soon, don’t worry.” Jimin says, dropping Jeongguk’s trunk by the common room entrance. Yoongi’s pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace, freckles slowly appearing on his face. “You’re doing it.” Jimin whispers.

“Right, sorry.” Yoongi says, and when he looks over at Jimin, the freckles disappear.

“Why don’t you tell more people about this, it’s so cute.” Jimin asks. He runs his hands across Yoongi’s cheeks and Yoongi pulls away from him, blushing.

“Because I’m a pureblood with Metamorphmagus traits. Those two things can’t coexists. I’d lose my rep.” Yoongi says, and Jimin makes a face at him. “I also don’t want to demonstrate how I can turn my nose into an elephant trunk every time someone wants to have a conversation with me.”

“You can do that?”

“Jimin.” Yoongi says, frowning.

“Sorry, sorry,” Jimin says quietly. “My boyfriend’s just so talented, I should get to see the trunk thing.”

“Maybe some other time, oh look, here they are.” Yoongi says, and Jimin turns around to see Jeongguk and Taehyung making their way out of the dorms, hand in hand. Jimin smiles until he sees Park Hyungsik in the corner, sneering at the two of them. After Taehyung and Jeongguk are out the door, Hyungsik turns to his friends and rolls his eyes.

“A pureblood dating a muggle born? Absolutely disgusting.” Hyungsik says, and Jimin’s feet are moving before he can stop himself.

“What was that?” Jimin asks, stepping into Hyungsik’s space. He’s easily four inches taller than Jimin, but he doesn’t back down. He’ll defend his friends, even if it gets him a black eye. “I did not just hear you belittle my friends for century-old customs that have long died out.”

Hyungsik sneers at him and frowns deeply. “See, this is the problem. Little Harry Potter goes and defeats Lord Voldemort and all the mudbloods think they can just prance around and say whatever they want.” Hyungsik grabs onto Jimin’s robes by the neck and pulls him close. “Well I’ll have you know, mudblood, that my family doesn’t tolerate—”

“I’m going to have to ask you to let go of Jimin, Hyungsik, or you’ll have a problem.” Yoongi says, trying to wedge himself between Jimin and Hyungsik. The taller boy glares at him, and Yoongi points to his Prefects badge. “We don’t want to have a problem right, Hyungsik?”

Hyungsik stares Yoongi down for a long minute, before huffing and letting go of Jimin’s robes. He storms away from them, towards the stairwell, and Jimin looks at Yoongi, lips in a pout. “I could have handled that myself.”

“I know, Jiminie, I know.” Yoongi says, nuzzling his nose against Jimin’s cheek. (This is a thing they do now. At first Yoongi found it weird, but the more Jimin rubs his nose against his cheeks and says cheesy things, the more Yoongi likes the weird face nuzzling.) “But if we’re in here too much longer, Taehyung and Jeongguk are going to think we’re making out.”

Jimin rolls his eyes. He knows Yoongi’s bullshitting, covering up the fact that he just likes to protect Jimin, so the younger plays along and runs his hands through one side of Yoongi’s hair, knotting it and making it stick up oddly. “Who’s to say we weren’t?”

Yoongi laughs and Jimin pulls him out the door, where Taehyung and Jeongguk are waiting for them, holding hands and looking curiously at chess pieces each of them are holding. The two younger boys share a look when they see Jimin’s robes and Yoongi’s hair, and Jimin laughs to himself when they immediately turn around and start gossiping.

When they’re in the carriages, Taehyung helping Jeongguk get snow out of his coat, Hoseok asks what everyone is doing over the holidays.

“Probably just sleep a lot, maybe gorge myself with some food — my mom makes the best beef and noodles.” Jimin says. Beside him, Yoongi whispers, don’t you do that anyway? and Jimin smacks him on the head.

“Sorry, babe.” Yoongi says, smiling at his boyfriend. Jimin just nods and rolls his eyes. He catches the tail-end of what Taehyung’s saying, something about chess. “Chess?”

Taehyung shares a smile with Jeongguk, who grins back in such a way that Jimin feels like he’s being left out of the loop. “Yeah, chess.” Jeongguk says, and Jimin nods. Everyone falls into easy conversation after that, and Jimin leans against Yoongi, resting his head on the older’s shoulder.

“Tired?” Yoongi asks, sneakily pressing a kiss to the top of Jimin’s head. Jimin nods and Yoongi rubs his arm. “You can sleep on the train, I’ll make sure no one draws on you.”

“Thanks, you’re the best.” Jimin says, and then he frowns, opening his eyes so he can look up at Yoongi, who’s already looking at him. “I’m going to miss you over break.”

“I wrote to my mom, she said she’d teach me how to use a telly phone when I get home, so I can call you. She’s the head of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts office in the Ministry. She’ll teach me how to use it.” Yoongi says and Jimin grins at him.

“It’s a telephone.” Jimin says, and Yoongi sticks his tongue out at him. “But I’ll be waiting for your call.”

“Don’t wait too long, I may really fuck it up.” Yoongi says, and then he looks at Jimin for confirmation, and Jimin laughs.

“Yeah, you were using it right.” Jimin says, and Yoongi smiles so wide that Jimin can’t help but kiss him. It’s so much better than in his dreams.

(When Jimin finally does get a phone call from Yoongi, he’s having dinner with his parents. They urge him to answer it, both of them putting their forks down so they can listen in. Jimin smiles and answers the call, opening his mouth to say hello, but Yoongi cuts him off with a loud:

“JIMIN? JIMIN IS THIS WORKING? FUCK, I DON'T KNOW IF IT'S WORKING, BABE? JIMIN CAN YOU HEAR ME? DID I USE FUCK RIGHT? CAN YOU HEAR ME? BABE?”

And Jimin laughs so hard he falls out of his chair, onto the floor. This is so much better than his dreams.)