Blood pulsed through his ears. The chants were becoming louder and louder, gradually reaching an empowering crescendo.
“Go Go Gryffindor! Go Go Gryffindor!”
He squeezed his eyes shut for a fleeting moment, for that was all he had. The red Quaffle was in his hands, and the goal was hovering in distance, so close yet so far. This was it. Score this and the game would be over regardless of who caught the Snitch (unless the opposing team got another goal in afterwards which was highly unlikely considering their mental state). It was all up to him.
They were already starting to gain upon him, he ought to have felt incomparable pressure. But no.
After all, he was Jeon Jungkook, Captain of the red and gold Quidditch team.
And Gryffindor’s pride.
In a mad dash, Jungkook let out a cry as he pushed forth on his broom, the traditional Firebolt. It was a broom that had been world-class competition standard in its prime, but had since been worn out through the test of time. Regardless, it was still a reliable and solid piece of equipment–and more importantly it was the same class of broom that the legendary Harry Potter had once mounted, which made it all the more suitable for someone like Jungkook.
He heard the familiar screams and cheers as he whizzed across the stadium, his speed unmatched by anyone else on the pit. Usually, it was often the Seeker who was praised for their flying abilities, but Jungkook flew in a way that outshone them all. In fact, despite his remarkable flying techniques, the coach found him more suited to be a Chaser due to his equally impressive strength and reflexes. The way he handled his broom and flying patterns was almost theatrical, a show of speed and agility, unrivalled by anyone else in their generation.
Sweat beaded from his forehead as Jungkook headed straight for the goal posts. It was a one-man show now, and despite that there were two other Chasers on the team, it could only be him who could finish this.
In the corner of his eye, he noticed a Bludger headed towards him at full speed. Anyone else would’ve been hindered at once, as the the offending ball travelled at a much higher speed than their broomsticks at full power. But Jungkook was quicker than that. He quickly arched his back, sliding under the Bludger and using his agile body to avoid what his broom couldn’t. The crowd roared in excitement, realizing the goal was now quite in reach.
Jungkook grinned in anticipation. If he did this properly, the game was theirs, and nothing could possibly stop them. This was it, they would win yet another game, the first win for Gryffindors for this year. He watched in pity as the Keeper was desperately doing Double Eight Loops around the ring as fast as she could, but it was all futile, because he was much faster and his keen eyes could detect her exact trajectory.
The crowd went wild as Jungkook suddenly stood up on his broom, ready for the final blow. All he could see was the goal post in front of him.
“OH MY GOD! IT’S THE DIONYSUS DIVE! HE’S GONNA DO IT AGAIN! HIS SIGNATURE MOVE,” he heard the announcer declare loudly and excitedly.
Jungkook’s eyes glinted, he reeled back to throw the red object that was about to become a bullet. Drawing back, ready to punch full force–
A flash of gold.
It all happened in a blur. In spur of the moment, he’d forgotten to watch out for the most unlikely scenario of them all. A sudden impact, as he inevitably collided with someone else. Quaffle falling from his hands as he was knocked completely off his broom.
He could only watch in horror, hands grappling at air as he saw the other team’s Keeper mercilessly seize the red ball, tossing it to her teammates. His own team had cleared out to make way for him, and had only realized their mistake now. But it was too late. Seconds later, a hopeful cheer erupted, indicating a goal.
He grimaced, realizing that that should be the least of his worries right now. He desperately tried to grab for his broom, which was just that much more than an arm’s reach away.
Closer…closer. He contemplated using his wand to retrieve the broom, but that would definitely forfeit the game for his entire team. Jungkook grimaced, deciding he would just get healed later, bracing for the worst as he plummeted towards the bottom of the pitch.
But the impact never came.
He opened his eyes, in shock as he realized that he was hovering barely centimetres above the sandy floor, perched upon another’s broomstick.
It wasn’t the expected red cloak he expected to see–deep green fabric fluttered in the air.
Jungkook turned to his saviour in surprise. “Oh my god. Thank yo–”
He was suddenly dumped into the ground, plummeting face first into the sand right next to his broom. He caught a glimpse of a wisp of blonde hair before his former saviour hovered tauntingly above him.
“You won’t be thanking me in a bit.”
And then his saviour was gone, gaining incredible altitudes at an impressive speed. Jungkook didn’t have time to contemplate.
That game hasn’t been called. That means the Snitch hasn’t been caught yet so…
He quickly climbed back on his broom and rushed back up to the top, desperately wanting to regain his pride. He could still do this. It would just mean two goals instead of one, he could easily–
The sounding whistle.
His heart sank in his chest, a dreading feeling coursing through his veins. There was a silence spreading throughout the stadium, as if something completely unexpected had occurred.
He desperately, quickly flew to the top, wanting to see what the result was for himself.
“Oh my god,” one of the announcers said. “Unbelievable. No way in fu–”
“Oh no, he went and done it!” the other one interrupted before any profanities could be uttered. “The Plumpton Pass! Haven’t seen that one in awhile. A snarky one this new seeker is!”
Plumpton Pass. The one where the Seeker hides the Snitch in his sleeve to confuse the opposing team? But why now of all times–
He froze, the explanation becoming thoroughly evident. A wave of blonde hair caught his eyes, right in the dead centre of the pitch.
Mostly because the light shade of hair, that was now certainly burned into his memory, so well complimented by the Golden Snitch he had clutched in his right hand and displayed for the slowly recovering crowd to see.
Jungkook couldn’t believe what had happened. He–the soul and pride of his generation of Gryffindors–had been absolutely outwitted and beaten. In the worst way possible.
By a Slytherin.
“Well, would you look at that?” The grin was inevitable in the announcer’s voice. “It looks like the new Slytherin Seeker’s way better than we all thought.”
Jungkook slammed his broom down in frustration, unbuttoning his Quidditch attire in a fury as his friends followed him into the locker, concern written on their faces.
“Hey man, come on, you did great! Everyone knows that,” Jung Hoseok, sixth year Hufflepuff reassured. “You broke an insane amount of records that game, all on your own.”
“Dude, you’re crazy,” Kim Taehyung, also a sixth year Hufflepuff, was gawking. “You got over 100 points from Quaffles goals alone. No wonder people think you’re cheating.”
“Good thing he’s a Gryffindor,” Hoseok chortled. “Can you imagine if he was a Slytherin? The amount of inspections.”
“Good. Those snakes deserve it,” Taehyung muttered. “I’ll never forgive what they did to my toad.”
“What did they do to your toad?” Hoseok asked curiously. He quickly shook the thought out of his head. “Never mind. We should probably focus on Jungkook right now. The boy’s distraught.” The sixth year student patted Jungkook on the shoulder, who was still crouched over on a bench, face buried into his hands.
“Cut yourself some slack, bro,” Taehyung mumbled, sitting down beside him. “You’ve got to lose once or twice in your life. Otherwise people will think you’re some sort of monster.”
“Yeah, it’s not like any of us saw it coming,” Hoseok echoed. “I didn’t even notice there was a Seeker the entire game–he was so subtle.”
“That’s the point, Hoseok,” Jungkook pouted angrily, pulling on his regular school robes. “Usually no one else sees these things but I’m supposed to. I can’t believe I let him get away with that. It has to be the oldest trick in the book.”
“What? The little Snitch trick he did at the end?” asked Taehyung.
“No,” Jungkook frowned. “Blending into the environment and showing up only at the last second.”
“Well, on the bright side, it won’t happen again,” Hoseok shrugged. “People will be keeping eyes on him from now on as the new Slytherin seeker who managed to best Jeon Jungkook himself in a Quidditch game.” Hoseok’s smug smile quickly faded from his face when he noticed Taehyung shooting dirty looks at him, indicating that he was not helping in anyway whatsoever.
“A-anyways,” he quickly recovered. “Namjoon and Seokjin are waiting for us in Hogsmeade. Let’s go have some Butterbeer and take your mind off things, huh?”
“You guys go ahead,” Jungkook muttered without thinking much. Upon looking up and seeing their distraught expressions, he gave a sigh and quickly gave in.
“I’ll catch up later,” Jungkook promised instead. “You guys go get a table.” The comment managed to restore a slight sense of relief to their faces, and was enough to send them on their way.
Which Jungkook to sulk all on his own, which was something he hadn’t done in a long, long while. He hadn’t had such an absolutely demoralizing failure in a long while, not since he’d gotten to Hogwarts. Here, he had friends, and somehow, he was an exemplary example of anything he bothered to give the slightest effort into. People even looked up to him–naiively, of course. It’d be a long, long while since he’d experienced such a crushing feeling in his chest.
He could already see it: the cold, disappointed glances that he would inevitably receive upon returning to the Gryffindor Common Room. After their fervent cheering and unyielding faith in him, all he had given them in return was a disheartening loss. He didn’t know how he was going to face it.
As if waiting for the worst possible timing possible, the doors to the locker rooms suddenly burst open, revealing several windblown green capes. Jungkook looked up to see the members of the Slytherin Quidditch team, still decked out in full Quidditch uniforms and clutching their brooms with smug smiles on their faces.
Idiots, you guys couldn’t even block me once. If it weren’t for your Seeker…
“You’re the only one left?” one of them called out. “That’s a shame.”
“What? Came to gloat?” Jungkook spat back without hesitance. “They’re all gone.”
“Well, I think you’re the only one we need to see, captain,” said the female Keeper from earlier. The way she dragged out the last word brought the nastiest goosebumps to his skin. “That’s what you get for underestimating us.”
Despite his insecurities, Jungkook still managed shrug and give them the coldest response:
“You let me score ten goals on your hoops,” Jungkook restated the facts. “And that was just me alone. It’s hard not to judge you guys after that.”
Their smiles were immediately replaced with angry scowls, and Jungkook couldn’t help but smirk to himself. It was amazing–he was feeling his lowest now, but he could still talk back to the Slytherins without a scuffle.
I am a Gryffindor, after all, Jungkook thought proudly to himself.
“Whatever, Jeon,” the girl crooned, her lips curling in disgust. “You and your pompous team still lost, and that’s the final verdict.”
“The scoreboard also says 170-160, a 10 point difference despite your team catching the Snitch, which is also a final verdict,” Jungkook pointed out. “How about you guys just go back to your gloomy dungeon and pretend you deserved the win there? At least there’s probably people there who would fulfill your delusions.”
He didn’t even bother watching their angered and frustrated expressions as they stormed out of the room, throwing swear words behind–he’d seen and heard all that one too many times.
“Pathetic,” Jungkook muttered to himself, shoving away his broom angrily.
“I’d be more careful with that if I were you. That looks expensive.”
Jungkook whirled around at the sound of the unfamiliar voice. He froze immediately, slightly jolted by who was standing in front of him.
He’d thought the entire team had left after his harsh words but it turned out he was wrong.
One person had remained.
The one person who could probably get to his head beyond anyone else on that team.
That shade of gold…
“Relax, will you?” the boy said, his voice much more melodic than Jungkook could ever imagine it to be, high toned and somewhat pleasant. He tilted his head, a teasing yet charming smile written on his lips. “I’m not here to pick a fight or anything.” Jungkook watched as the boy ran his fingers through his unusually silky blonde hair, fully revealing what was undoubtedly the face of the Seeker who’d bested him only minutes ago.
Jungkook found himself to be surprisingly obediently, as he body loosened immediately, his grasp removed from his wand.
“Why are you still here then?” Jungkook asked, annoyed. “To rub it in my face?”
“Maybe,” came the shameless answer.
Jungkook glared at him, before turning away again. Evidently the only way to truly fight those arrogant assholes was to ignore them.
“Look, I’m kidding,” the Seeker said suddenly, stepping closer as a gentler tone appeared in his voice. “Honestly, I came to offer my condolences. What I did was a bit…over the top and unnecessary, and I just wanted to let you know that I’m perfectly aware of that too.”
But Jungkook wasn’t so easily persuaded, the burning anguish from the loss still eating away at his heart. “Then why’d you do it in the first place?” he fired back, his voice filled with spite.
He watched, as a subtle, mysterious smirk appeared on the Seeker’s face.
“I couldn’t help it,” he said. “The once in a lifetime chance for a measly, faceless Slytherin like me to tarnish the reputation of the glorious Jeon Jungkook, the pride and trophy of the entire Gryffindor House…you don’t actually blame me, do you?”
Jungkook’s chest tightened threateningly upon hearing his casual yet piercing words.
“Don’t tell me you waited until that exact moment to catch the Snitch,” Jungkook spoke, his eyes widened.
His newfound rival shrugged, the mysterious smile so beguiling, almost dangerous.
“You’re so rude,” he said casually. “We all know so much about you yet you didn’t even bother to learn my name?”
The boy took one step closer, offering an outstretched hand to Jungkook.
“Park Jimin,” he smiled brightly. “Nice to finally officially meet you.”
On impulse, Jungkook took his hand without thinking. Jimin’s grip was firm and convincing, and Jungkook saw a strange twinkle in his eyes that he hadn’t noticed before.
“Also…I’d tell you whether or not I’d planned it all along,” Jimin spoke slowly. “But you probably wouldn’t believe me either way.”
He let go of Jungkook’s hand, turning his back and heading for the door. For the first time in a long while, Jungkook was rendered completely speechless.
But, as courteous as Jimin was, he didn’t leave without leaving Jungkook a few last words:
“I am a Slytherin after all.”
“Slytherins suck man,” Taehyung hummed, kicking back on his stool as he downed his Butterbeer.
Hoseok nearly spit out his drink. “Well, that escalated quickly.”
In the olden days, Hogwarts students had only been permitted to visit the lovely village of Hogsmeade on the weekend, but for awhile now, that restriction had been lifted, and the students were allowed out for a break whenever they fell fit so long as it didn’t clash with their school schedules–many professors seemed to agree that it would be better for students to buy some sweets or go on dates to distract themselves rather than wander into the more precarious areas of the school grounds in their free time.
The group of five males were comfortably seated at the Three Broomsticks, each well-comforted with their own individual foaming hot mugs of Butterbeer. Taehyung and Hoseok had gotten a table as promised, and was later joined by their close friends and older 7th year Ravenclaw students Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon.
Jungkook didn’t even recall how they even got to that conversation topic, but upon hearing Taehyung’s statement, Jungkook said nothing–partly because of the recent strange encounter he’d had with Park Jimin that he’d chosen to keep quiet about until now.
Another part was due to the fact that he already knew full well of the majority of the school’s views on Slytherins. Ever since the last Wizarding War, Slytherins had suddenly obtained the reputation of being vile, devious, and calculating, and everyone abided by that generalization. Jungkook, on the other hand, was a brave and proud Gryffindor, the house that was considered a direct lineage from the legendary Harry Potter himself. Everyone loved Gryffindors, everyone wanted to be a Gryffindor. They surely were the central house of Hogwarts, their mention always coming hand in hand with the reputable image of their school. On the other hand, no one liked the kind of snakes that was associated with the horrible image of Voldemort himself. Times had changed, and nowadays it seemed even the Hufflepuffs had a better reputation than the Slytherins most of the time.
And it showed in their daily social lives as well. Jungkook, as well as most of his Gryffindor friends, had no qualms in incorporating numerous Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs into their main groups of friends. But rarely did one see a green robe amidst the red. Considering the history of their houses, it was almost taboo for Gryffindor and Slytherin students to associate, with very few exceptions. Besides, it was clear to Jungkook that the Slytherins’ sense of elitism prevented them from dwindling with the “other students”, and it was hard to befriend one in their first place due to their conniving natures–you never knew which one to trust.
“What about Yoongi?” Namjoon asked suddenly. “He’s cool. You all like him.”
“Yeah but that’s Yoongi,” Taehyung retorted. “He’s not in that House by choice, he’s in that House because no one can imagine him anywhere else. He belongs there.”
“Doesn’t that go for everyone?” Seokjin said pointedly.
“How naive,” Taehyung cackled. “That’s what they want you to think. Without realizing that the single choice was literally the difference between Harry Potter and Tom Riddle. Besides, didn’t the Sorting Hat say you had potential in other places? I was a Hat Stall, you know. Could’ve been a Gryffindor. You know, because I’m the main character of every story.”
“Oh yeah. I was almost considered as a Ravenclaw by the Sorting Hat,” Jungkook pointed out suddenly.
“Yeah see–wait, seriously?” Taehyung choked.
“What do you mean ‘seriously?’” Namjoon asked. “Jungkookie is a smart kid.”
Taehyung stared at Namjoon for a good few seconds, trying to figure out if he was being sarcastic or not.
“Well, we’ll truly see when his OWLs come out next year,” Taehyung mumbled to himself.
“Oh yeah, how’s that going by the way?” Seokjin caught on at once. “You’ve been studying well for awhile now, right Jungkook?”
“Don’t look at me,” Hoseok said. “I got through that mess last year. Did alright though.”
“You know people study for that from like third year,” Namjoon noted.
“Relax,” Taehyung drawled, grabbing onto Jungkook’s shoulders suddenly. “He’ll be fine. Besides, no one’s going to call the great Jeon Jungkook anything less than Acceptable–he’s Gryffindor’s prodigy boy. Besides, he’s probably gonna go play Quidditch anyways. Even if he fails I’m sure they’ll give him a slight nudge and let him chug along anyways.”
“You know this is school, right?” Seokjin noted. “Not a popularity contest.”
“Whatever, whatever, Head Boy,” Taehyung smirked, waving his hands dismissively. “Clearly you don’t know the true powers of the incredible and beautiful Jeon Jungkookie~”
Hoseok, in the meantime, was staring at him in disgust. “What is he? A House Elf?” he spoke. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I’m not drruuunk~” Taehyung murmured again, tilting his head over so that he was leaning on Hoseok’s shoulder.
“Oh my god,” Hoseok sighed. “I think we gotta go. If the professors catch us on the way back to the Common Room, this won’t be good.”
“Just tell them what happened, what’s the big deal?” said Seokjin.
Hoseok gave Seokjin an exasperated look. “Would you believe it if I told you he got tipsy off Butterbeer?”
“Exactly,” Hoseok sighed, draping Taehyung’s arm over his shoulder and pulling him off his stool. “I’m sorry about this, guys. We’ll see you soon.”
Hoseok dragged Taehyung away, mumbling something about how Hufflepuff might’ve actually had a chance for the House Cup this year but not anymore.
“So Jungkookie, what have you been up to?” Namjoon asked. “You’ve been so busy lately we haven’t seen you at all.”
Jungkook shrugged. “Nothing much, really.”
“We heard about the game,” Seokjin said nonchalantly. “I hope you don’t feel responsible or anything.”
Another shrug, indicating his confused state. If he had been his regular self, he probably would’ve gotten over it already, especially with his friends trying to comfort him like this. If it weren’t for…
“Heyyy, Earth to Jungkook,” Namjoon called, waving his hand in front of Jungkook’s face. “Why don’t you go home and get some rest then? It’s been a long day. Sleep has a tendency to heal a lot of things.”
“Oh right, sure,” Jungkook snapped back to attention, trying not to get distracted by the image of that person. “Of course…uh, what were talking about?”
Seokjin sighed. “Go home and get some rest. You seem like you need it.”
“Oh, true,” Jungkook mumbled, his brain still not entirely in the right place.
“Jungkook?” Seokjin called again.
“You gonna be alright?”
Jungkook paused for a second, before standing up and giving the obvious answer.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he spoke, grabbing his stuff. “I’ll feel better by tomorrow morning. Are you guys coming with or…?”
Namjoon and Seokjin swiftly exchanged glances with each other. Jungkook, as mentally and physically exhausted as he was, still managed to take the hint.
“No, I think we’ll be good,” Seokjin answered. “We’re just gonna…stay here a little more and just do some talking.”
“Yeah, we haven’t had a decent night out in a while you see,” Namjoon replied.
Jungkook nodded. “I’ll be off then,” he smiled weakly. “Thanks for everything guys.”
Namjoon and Seokjin waved politely, and watched intently as Jungkook waved back one last time before walking out the door, heading back to his dormitories. The both of them immediately leaned back in their seats, letting out simultaneous exasperated sighs as if they had been waiting this entire time to get it out of their systems.
“What do you think it is?” Seokjin said, keeping his tones still slightly hushed, as if he still feared the thought that Jungkook could still be around. “There’s gotta be something else. He’s nowhere near angry enough. He’s…pliant almost.”
Namjoon rubbed his fingers into his temple, attempting to think even deeper. “You don’t think someone got to him did you?” he spoke. “You know how Slytherins get snarky. They might’ve hit his ego in a wrong spot or something.”
Seokjin shrugged, wrapping the blue scarf tighter around his neck to warm himself up a bit more. “Maybe we’re just overanalyzing. Maybe he’s truly mature enough now to not get worked up over such things, being the captain and all.”
A final sip of Butterbeer entered between Namjoon’s lips before he placed his mug down, his eyes glinting as if he was suddenly understanding something.
“Yeah,” Namjoon mumbled. “He’s…growing up, isn’t he?”
Jeon Jungkook had made it back to the Gryffindor Common Room just in time for his usual curfew, but he found he didn’t have it in himself to crawl into bed yet, despite how exhausted his mind was feeling. Instead, he kept pacing back and forth on the common room floors without changing into pajamas, with some nagging feeling in the back of his head that he couldn’t quite pin down. Something had been left unresolved. His thoughts were restless and there was a strange feeling in his chest. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt before.
Before long, he found his feet taking him down the Grand Staircase and out of the main building, taking him towards the one and only place which could bring peace by distracting him. After all, a true Gryffindor always had an uncanny knack for sneaking into the wrong places, at the wrong time, yet always getting out (mostly) unscathed.
Before long, he found himself in the Quiddtich Training Grounds. He quickly made his way over to an abandoned shed where he’d managed to stash an extra broom–one of the cheaper ones they used to train the first year students–for use in times like this. He quickly clambered on it and lifted off into the deep, evening sky, naturally swerving this way and that, practicing his school-famous flying maneuvers, trying to empty his mind of all thoughts. It was the one place where he felt at peace, flying without wings, in the sky where he somehow naturally excelled beyond everyone else.
Before long, he had become accustomed to the cool breeze threaded through his hair and touched upon his skin. His body finally felt calmed, and he had forgotten whatever it was that was bothering him before. He did a final loop before landing gracefully on the soft field, finally ready to call it a night.
“That was some pretty smooth flying, Jeon Jungkook,” a voice suddenly called out of nowhere.
Instinctively, Jungkook jumped, hand into his chest pocket where he kept his wand. But when he looked up, the person he saw was not a professor nor a monster like he’d expected, but rather someone completely unexpected.
The person stepped closer to Jungkook. He pushed back his blonde locks to reveal his forehead, the familiar sly yet simultaneously charming smile plastered on his face like he had been born with it. He, just like Jungkook, was still dressed in his school uniform, though without the black robe adorning his shoulders.
And Jungkook didn’t know why, but as soon as he saw the Slytherin seeker, the feelings which he’d tried so hard to ignore suddenly came rushing back again despite his efforts.
“What are you doing here?” Jungkook asked, slightly terrified at the certain prospects of his situation.
“I was wandering the halls, when I noticed you were doing the same,” Jimin shrugged. “Curious, I decided to follow to see where you were headed. I never thought you’d end up here.”
Jungkook remained speechless, still worried about the consequences.
“Relax,” Park Jimin spoke, still smiling. “I won’t tell anyone you’re here past curfew.”
Jungkook gulped. “I could say the same to you.”
Unexpectedly, Jimin shook his head.
“I actually have special permission to be here, unlike you, Jeon Jungkook,” said Jimin. “Hooch noticed my busy schedule and supposed lack of prior experience despite my desire of wanting to join the Slytherin team. So she’s allowed me to use the Training Grounds off hours.” Jungkook suddenly noticed Jimin was also clutching a training broom in his right hand.
Jimin threw another smile at Jungkook’s direction.
“I’m not like you, Gryffindor,” he spoke slowly, the words slipping off his tongue as if he was chanting some sort of dangerous spell. “I was never ‘naturally talented’ at any of this. I couldn’t even control my broom for the entire first semester of my time here at Hogwarts. So I had to work with everything I had. I hope you understand.”
“Why…are you telling me this?” Jungkook inquired, feeling slightly uncomfortable. He was out here in the middle of the night having a conversation with a Slytherin. If anyone caught him, his reputation would be as good as over. Plus, there was no telling what Jimin was actually planning.
“So there’s no animosity between us,” Jimin answered, avoiding Jungkook’s eyes as he gazed towards the dark sky above them. “Like I said, I hope you understand. It was a chance for all my efforts to pay off and be completely noticed for the first time–granted, I had to sacrifice your dignity in exchange. But now, people are finally becoming curious about me. You’d probably do the same in my situation.”
“You didn’t have to do it like that,” Jungkook grumbled before he could help it. He was referring to the way Jimin had clearly hid the Snitch away only to reveal at a climatic moment in the middle of the field. He still vividly recalled the defeating feeling he’d experienced, as that seemingly hopeful moment of recovering was crushed in an instant.
“But that would’ve been no fun,” said Jimin. “I am a Slytherin, after all.”
As he spoke the last words, he tilted his head towards Jungkook, who found himself unable to stop staring. He didn’t know if it was his tired brain conjuring up detrimental ideas, but for some reason Jimin looked strangely captivating with his slightly long golden hair drifting through the wind like that, and that ambiguous half smile with so many mysteries and hidden intentions behind it.
“How about this?” Jimin said suddenly, interrupting Jungkook’s drifting thoughts. “I don’t expect you to forgive me so quickly. I probably wouldn’t either if I were you. So…what if you played a game with me? If I win the game, you forgive me. And if you win the game, I’ll agree to any one thing you request of me.”
Jungkook’s ears perked. He was always one for a challenge. And the stakes seemed to be in entirely in his favour, regardless of the outcome.
“I’m listening,” Jungkook voiced his interest at once.
Jimin smirked. “That’s what I’d figured you would say.” He suddenly reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wand.
Jungkook froze. “Don’t tell me–”
After a few seconds, a red silk bag suddenly rushed out of the school building and into Jimin’s palm. Jungkook’s eyes widened as he realized what it was that was inside, squirming and writhing for freedom.
He gaped in disbelief. “How did you–?”
“I told you, special permissions,” Jimin grinned. “How am I supposed to train to be a Seeker without a Snitch?”
Jungkook had no retort, as he stared at the bag, transfixed, and slightly impressed at how Jimin had managed to convince the professors to give him a Golden Snitch to practice with in his free time.
“So how about it?” Jimin asked. “No destruction of property and no wands with the exception of absolute emergencies. First one to catch the Golden Snitch after it gets a 30 second head start wins. Also, you can’t get caught by anyone otherwise you’re eliminated. It’s gonna be difficult because it’s pretty dark out. Are you still up for it?”
Jungkook contemplated for a few seconds, trying to figure out if there was a catch, though his blood was already pumping at the prospect of being able to have a Quidditch battle at night when no one else was watching.
“Wait a minute, I’m not a Seeker though,” Jungkook said. “I’m just a Chaser. Shouldn’t that give you an advantage?”
Jimin blatantly scoffed in Jungkook’s face. “Everyone knows how you fly, Jeon Jungkook. The only reason why you’re not a Seeker is because your flying abilities are so valuable that they should be utilized at all times, not just when the Snitch is released.”
Jungkook couldn’t help but grinning a little at the fact that Jimin knew this. He could literally feel his ego inflating, even if just a little bit.
“Thanks,” Jungkook responded dumbly, not even sure if it was the proper answer. And from the way Jimin laughed at him, he realized that it was probably not.
But for some reason, it didn’t feel too bad. Not at all.
Jimin reached out as the broom rapidly whizzed to his palm, mounting it promptly. Jungkook nodded as he did the same, his heart thumping eagerly in his chest.
“Ready?” Jimin asked, as he undid the drawstring of the bag. Jungkook watched as the Snitch whizzed excitedly at its freedom, already shooting away at remarkable speeds.
“You know it,” Jungkook answered, his eyes changing. He also had his pride as Gryffindor’s Quidditch Captain on this line. No way was he gonna lose this. Jimin and Jungkook narrowed their eyes in anticipation, both of them already shaking on their tippy toes, ready to launch on the count.
“Okay then,” Jimin smiled. “Then…3…2…1.”
They both kicked off and accelerated rapidly, reaching extreme speed and height within an impressive amount of time, despite using training brooms. They both swerved towards the direction they saw the Snitch heading, over one of the stone bridges of the school building, racing neck and neck. They launched themselves over treetops and swerved around corners with remarkable control, refusing to give in even just a little. Though Jungkook was known for his ability to accelerate in record time and impeccable control, he was surprised to find that Jimin was right on his tail.
Hmm…he’s not bad. At all. Jungkook thought. But I’m better.
Without even looking back, Jungkook took an unexpected dive towards what seemed to be impenetrable wall. However, beneath some protruding stone there was a narrow crack which he tilted his body and managed to cut through with an impressive amount of agility. One turn within a narrow, deserted alleyway followed by a quick shot upwards brought him back out to the exterior, with Jimin nowhere in sight and likely left way behind due to his sudden shortcut.
He couldn’t help but smirk to himself, trying to imagine the shocked look on Jimin’s face when he managed to pull that off.
Taking a quick breather from his sudden lead, he found himself at a vantage point that allowed him to see quite a large field of vision, despite it being the evening. He squinted his eyes, desperately trying to make out the tiny Snitch. He suddenly understood why Jimin suggested this battle–not only was it a battle of flying alone, but also a battle of vision, as a keen eye was a valuable possession for any exemplary Seeker.
Fortunately, Jungkook also had almost perfect night vision.
And that’s when he saw it. A yellow glimmer in the distance towards where a forest of trees loomed. It could’ve been anything, even a mistake. But Jeon Jungkook was a true Gryffindor, and as true Gryffindors usually were, he wasted no time in following his instincts and immediately accelerated as rapidly as he could towards the sparkling object.
Though it appeared that Jeon Jungkook was shooting at his maximum speeds, he was actually being moderately cautious this time–he’d let his neglect for his surroundings get the better of him once, and he wasn’t about to let it happen again. So he flew at a speed lenient enough to allow him to still keep a steady eye on every other movement around him.
The twinkle again, but this time, much closer, and this time, he knew for sure that it was the Golden Snitch, sparkling and beckoning him to come closer for the victory. He smirked to himself, as he already started to fantasize about what favours he would make Park Jimin do.
Suddenly super motivated, the Gryffindor Chaser pointed the nose of his broom downwards, accelerating to his maximum speeds at last. He was ready to reach his arm out, literal seconds away from finally gaining back his pride–
A wisp of gold, suddenly appearing out of nowhere and blocking his way.
“WHERE’D YOU COME FROM?” Jungkook couldn’t help but screech in pure disbelief, when he suddenly found himself tailing behind Park Jimin in their pursuit of the Golden Snitch.
He heard a bubbling laughter from the front which did nothing to ease his already tormented mindset.
“You managed to look in all directions, even behind you impressively,” he heard Jimin shout from in front of him. “But you forgot to look above you.”
Jungkook felt the blood pumping in his ears again, as an unexplainable surge of excitement coursed through him.
“Were you circling above me this entire time?” he asked, incredulous.
“Some of us prefer not to use flashy tricks, Gryffindor,” Jimin said, before abruptly gaining speed again.
Jungkook suddenly realized what was going on, and that he was now seconds away from losing this battle. And that wasn’t an option. Gritting his teeth, he used everything he had left to chase after Jimin, until they were finally side by side. The Snitch was still whizzing in front of them, but was slowing failing to shake them of their tail despite its abrupt changes in direction.
“Give up, Park Jimin,” Jungkook growled, as he lunged forwards, trying to grab at the flying ball. “I lost once I’m not gonna lose again.”
“Oh? You finally learned my name,” Jimin retorted. Jungkook was feeling his presence more than ever, now that they were side by side, chasing after a single goal. “I beg to differ, Jeon Jungkook–once you defeat someone once it’s not hard to believe you can do it a second time.”
Jungkook couldn’t help but smile to himself. He suddenly found himself seeing Park Jimin in an entirely new light–the boy clearly didn’t know when to give up. And somehow, he appreciated that. It reminded him of a certain someone he was all too familiar with.
But there was no time for pleasant thoughts. The Snitch suddenly made an aberrant move, diving madly towards one of the corners of the school building, ready to round it and disappear out of sight again. But Jungkook had seen this before, back when he was training to be the prospective Seeker for the team.
Mercilessly, being the quicker one, Jungkook aggressively cut his broom in front of Jimin, forcing him to the inner side and trapping him as they headed straight for the corner, ensuring that he would round the corner first. But Jimin wasn’t giving up, trying to push as close as possible to the wall without getting hurt. But it was useless, he would have no choice but to back out and go behind Jungkook.
Sorry Jimin, it’s my win this time.
Jungkook suddenly halted when he heard the pained scream shoot through the otherwise silent night. His blood ran cold, as he realized that in his desire to win, he had caused something horrible to happen.
Oh my god, I’m an idiot.
In a deranged fury, Jungkook immediately halted his broom to turn around and expect the worst.
His voice started to cracked as he called out to his opponent. “Jimin, I’m so sorry I–”
A sudden whiz passed by him, his hair and clothes being picked up by the fast wind. It all happened in a blur, and he didn’t even realize what was going on for the first few seconds. He soon noticed that it was empty behind him, where there should’ve been carnage, and in front of him was Park Jimin floating triumphantly on his broom, clutching the struggling Snitch between his thumb and index finger with a glorious smile on his face, as if it was the easiest thing he’d ever done in his life.
Jungkook was in disbelief. Breathing heavily he managed a “You…you…you tricked me.”
Jimin’s smile only widened. “I win,” he declared proudly.
And when Jimin broke out into his bubbling laughter, tilting his head back and simply enjoying the moment, Jungkook felt a surge of something through his heart, and it was in that moment that he finally realized he had messed up in more ways than one.
Yeah, he had lost. Absolutely and again. Probably in the most miserable way possible.
But seeing Jimin laugh like this…it almost felt good.
He almost wanted to do it all over again.
The two of them slowly drifted back towards the Training Ground, with Jimin laughing gleefully all the way, while Jungkook was training to control this strange, confusing and overwhelming mess of emotions which he had never dealt with before.
“Now, you need to keep your end of the promise,” Jimin reminded Jungkook, as he slipped the Snitch back into its pouch for safe-keeping again.
“Oh, right,” Jungkook mumbled, words suddenly not working well with him. “I, uh, I forgive you.” What am I forgiving him for again?
But of course, Park Jimin wasn’t done tormenting him as it was.
“Hold on,” Jimin replied at once. “I never said I was going to accept your apology that easily. Don’t you think you were being much too harsh for someone so soft and fragile like me?”
Normally, Jungkook would’ve scoffed and called him out. Saying that it was Jimin’s problem, not his. But for some reason, his tongue refused to cooperate, and he couldn’t do anything but keep his eyes fixed on Jimin, who, as if by some mysterious incantation, was becoming more and more attractive to him by the second.
“So…uh…what do you…what do you want me to do?” Jungkook asked. For some reason, Jungkook suddenly wasn’t so impartial to the idea of being able to spend more time with Park Jimin after this.
Jimin pushed his hair back and smiled brightly at Jungkook. “Meet me here at the exact same time tomorrow, and every week after that for a month. If you’re so willing to see me, then I’ll accept that you’ve truly forgiven me.”
Jungkook was stunned at the awfully odd request.
“You make a good practice buddy,” Jimin continued. “Practicing by myself has its limit. So help me out for a month.”
“What if I get caught?” Jungkook protested. “I can’t be here so freely. I don’t have ‘special permissions’, unlike you.”
“Well then,” Jimin replied at once. “That’s too bad for you. See you tomorrow night, Gryffindor.” He was already turning on his heels to leave.
The word slipped out of Jungkook’s mouth before his brain could catch up. Jimin had already stopped his tracks and caught his eyes.
Oh? He has pretty eyes too?
Jungkook gulped. He knew he had wanted to say something but he wasn’t sure exactly what. It seemed that he just wanted to prolong the moment, even for just a few seconds.
“Everything alright, Jeon Jungkook?” Jimin asked, slightly amused.
“I think you’re really good at Quidditch,” Jungkook blurted, instinctively, as the first thing on his mind.
For the first time, Jimin appeared shocked for a few a seconds, but that quickly melted into his usual smile again.
“I couldn’t hear you,” Jimin spoke.
Jungkook stepped closer boldly, as if this was something he suddenly really wanted Jimin to hear when he repeated:
“Park Jimin, I think you’re really good at flying.”
Jimin broke out into laughter, and for a second Jungkook thought an angel had blessed his ears.
“That means a lot coming from you, O Legendary Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team,” Jimin grinned. “But you haven’t seen anything yet. This is only the beginning.”
Jimin was started to walk away again, but this time with a strange little bounce in his steps that Jungkook couldn’t help but notice.
“Sleep tight, Jeon Jungkook!” Jimin yelled gleefully over his shoulders. “Try not to see me in your nightmares tonight.”
And with that Park Jimin was gone. Not realizing that he’d left Jungkook there, alone, barely clutching onto his broomstick with a dazed smile on his face and his heart thumping in a way it never had before. He attempted to take a step back towards the entrance to the school, but found himself to be light-headed.
And when Jungkook briefly recalled those charming eyes and bewitching smile, he suddenly felt strange lurch in his chest.
“Jungkook, there’s egg on your face.”
Jungkook immediately snapped back to reality, reaching to wipe his mouth. “Sorry,” he said to Taehyung. “I wasn’t paying attention.”
“Good. You didn’t hear us shit-talking you for the past five minutes,” Taehyung rolled his eyes.
“No. You idiot. You actually weren’t paying attention for the past five minutes I can’t believe you.”
Their usual group of friends were sat in the Great Hall for breakfast, the sky above them as clear as day. Over the past few years, the school had finally abolished the year old ritual of segregation by houses, and students could sit wherever they wanted for informal gatherings such as breakfast, lunch or dinner. Students were nowadays encouraged to set their differences aside and mingle between all the different houses, and get to learn good things from everyone. However, despite the mixture of red, blue and yellow amongst most tables, there remained a large strip of green for the long table closest to the doors by the entrance to the Great Hall, as if tradition had never changed for the Slytherins.
Of course, there were always a few exceptions.
“Oi, Jungkook, what’s up with you anyway?” 7th year Slytherin Min Yoongi groaned aloud before munching on a slice of ham.
“Are you ill?” Hoseok asked in concern, from his seat right next to Yoongi.
“No, no, I’m fine,” Jungkook muttered. “I just…didn’t sleep well last night.”
“Ah, you’re a sore loser, aren’t you?” Yoongi couldn’t help but snark. “It’s okay, I personally slept like a baby last night. It was a good day for us D-boys.”
“D-boys?” Namjoon asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Dungeon Boys,” Yoongi stated, as if it should’ve been the most obvious thing in the world. “You know, cause our Common Room is a Dungeon?”
“That will never sound appealing to me. Living in a hipster dungeon,” Seokjin commented nonchalantly.
“Shut up. It beats getting stuck outside your posh-ass lily adorned tower cause you don’t know the answer to one of those elitist dad jokes,” Yoongi shot back.
“Those are not dad jokes, those are certified Ravenclaw riddles for your information,” Seokjin grimaced, fully offended.
“Can we focus here?” Taehyung interjected. “Jungkook’s having a crisis here. We should worry about him first.”
“Guys, I’m fine, really,” Jungkook insisted. “Couldn’t have been better.”
“Really? What time did you fall asleep last night?” Seokjin interrogated swiftly.
Jungkook shrugged. “I dunno…like 4 a.m.?”
“What the hell were you doing up at that time?” Hoseok asked.
“I was…uhhh…doing laundry.”
The entire group promptly glared at him.
“That excuse doesn’t work here, Jungkook. a) we’re not your naive parents and b) we don’t do even do our own laundry here,” Taehyung frowned.
“Just tell us the truth man, we won’t tell anyone,” Hoseok insisted.
“Yeah,” Seokjin agreed. “You’re our Gryffindor baby. We would never say or do anything to make you feel uncomfortable.”
Jungkook considered his options for his seconds, weighing the genuineness of their words.
“You sure you won’t tell anyone?” he spoke.
“Promise,” Namjoon nodded, on behalf of the rest of them.
Jungkook took a deep breath.
“I met up with Park Jimin last night.”
A chorus of gasps echoed amongst the five of them and Jungkook immediately knew he’d made a mistake. The variety in emotional reaction was quite impressive: Seokjin and Namjoon looked concerned and displeased grandparents while Hoseok and Taehyung had their faces scrunched up in disgust, almost as if Jungkook had just sold away their most well-kept secrets.
Yoongi was only one grinning. “Park Jimin,” he repeated the name, playing with it on his tongue. “I know that kid. I like him. He’s a bit too naturally erotic for his own good though.”
Hoseok stared at him in horror. “Why are you talking about real people like that?”
Yoongi shrugged. “Have you seen him?”
Namjoon raised his head. “I saw him once. Passed by him in the halls. The way he walks though. I wasn’t even trying to pay attention and…” His voice trailed off as he realized Seokjin looked livid, ready to choke the living hell out of Namjoon.
Jungkook was bewildered. “I don’t think he’s like that.”
“Oh, what do you know? You’re blinded by hate,” Seokjin growled, clearly agitated. Jungkook wasn’t even sure if he was talking to himself or not.
Jungkook thought about for it a few more seconds. He never really saw Jimin as attractive at first, too consumed by his competitive desire to dominate and outplay him, and it wasn’t until later that he saw him to be beautiful rather than…whatever it was they were describing. Though, it didn’t take him very long to understand their point of view.
Oh. Yup. I totally see it. Jungkook quickly shook it out of his head, trying not to make his situation even worse than it already was.
“What’d you do with him anyway?” Taehyung spoke up suddenly. “Did you guys get into a scrap or something?”
Jungkook shook his head, starting to think about how much he should tell. “No, we were just…talking.”
“About what though?” Seokjin added. “That’s always the most important part.”
Jungkook was about to answer genuinely, when he heard some snickering from across the table.
“Maybe Kookie was having some moonlight confessions with the Slytherin Seeker,” Taehyung said suddenly. Jungkook froze, wondering if they were actually onto something.
But then he realized–much to his dismay–that they all had fairly amused looks on their faces.
“Ha. Can you imagine? If Jeon Jungkook, the Gryffindor pride, actually messed around with a Slytherin? Oh man, what a knee slapper!” Hoseok spoke in a mocking voice, and finished with a loud, obnoxious laugh.
Jungkook felt his heart sink to its depths, as the vibrant sound of their joyous laugher completely crushed the seedlings of his ludicrous fantasies.
“Stop teasing him!” Seokjin scolded. “Why would even suggest something ridiculous like that? Jungkook would never.”
But even Yoongi was laughing. “Oh man, you guys kill me. Jungkook, of all people, the most ‘Gryffindorest’ person I know. With a Slytherin. That’s actually hilarious.”
“Please,” Namjoon interjected, placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “As if Jungkook could ever be infatuated with someone from the very house who did their best to humiliate him yesterday…and all other days to be honest. Everyone’s got pride and self-love. No way could someone ever fall into something so deprecating.”
“Bro, chill. I was just kidding,” said Taehyung, as he tore at a chicken drumstick. “As if Jungkook would even get close to those snakes in the first place. Other than to fight them, of course.”
“Hello? I’m sitting right here,” Yoongi waved, slightly annoyed but simultaneously used to the usual chirps Taehyung (and others) liked to poked at his house.
“I already said you’re different,” Taehyung reassured. He reached over and wrapped an arm around Yoongi who swiftly pushed it off. Before anyone could stop them, they had commenced their usual debate of whether Hufflepuff or Slytherin was truly superior nowadays within the modern social hierarchy of Hogwarts.
Jungkook chose to zone them out, having a whole new set of problems to deal with. He desperately tried to keep a grimace from appearing on his face but he wasn’t sure if it was working, so he tried to cover it up by drinking some more pumpkin juice. His chest was starting to acquire that extremely tight, uncomfortable feeling again, as that conversation wasn’t at all what he’d wanted to hear at all. He’d hoped that he could introduce the prospects of a new friend to the group, but from the way they had all reacted, that was far from reality. In fact, he wasn’t even sure if he could keep all their comments from affecting his own personal judgment of Park Jimin.
Jungkook held back a sigh, wondering what to do with himself when the evening would finally arrive again. That fluttering feeling when he was with Jimin had been pleasant, and he’d wanted to explore for a bit longer, but at this rate it seemed that he would have to seal it all off in order to keep all his current relationships as they were.
As Jungkook raised the goblet to his lips again, he noticed someone in the corner of his eye. As if with impeccable timing, Park Jimin had suddenly risen from his seat along with some of his friends, having finished their meal. Before he could help himself, Jungkook was staring again, intent on observing his former acquaintance within his natural surroundings.
He truly had a lovely smile, similar to the one he threw at Jungkook several times last night, but this one seemed more genuine. The way his blonde hair gently toppled amongst itself as he leaned back in laughter was quite nice to look at from a distance. Jungkook continued watching as Jimin gestured for his friends to go ahead of him,s tarting to pack several large books back into his bag.
At last, he was done, and Jungkook quickly tore his eyes away as he realized Jimin was headed towards his direction, or at least passing by the table in front of him. He pretended to indulge in his pumpkin juice again, when he suddenly made the mistake of glancing upwards.
Namjoon was right. There certainly was something mesmerizing about the way Jimin moved, every sway of his hips slightly more captivating than it should be. And then Jungkook was staring again, the goblet still pressed awkwardly against his lips. His eyes raked over Jimin’s pretty guise, his heart thumping way faster than it ought to.
And that’s when it happened.
In a decisive moment, Jimin glanced over towards Jungkook, right when he was passing right in front of him, as if he’d been aware that Jungkook was watching him all along. Jungkook’s breath hitched in his throat. Jimin met eye contact with him for barely more than a second, but it was more than enough to give him a slight smirk and nod to acknowledge their acquaintance.
And suddenly, a loud clatter resonated from where they were sitting, causing Jung Hoseok to curse and nearly jump out of his seat.
The sound immediately brought Jungkook back to reality, and when he looked back Jimin was nowhere to be seen. All that remained was his now empty goblet that had evidently slipped out of his hand and crashed onto the floor in his dazed moment.
“Jungkook, are you okay?” Namjoon asked in concern, as he rushed to clean the orange-coloured juice off Jungkook’s robes.
“Um…there’s some juice dripping out of your mouth…” Seokjin commented, half in concern, half in disgust.
Jungkook hurriedly wiped himself down, in order to decrease the amount of attention he was suddenly attracting.
“Sorry,” Jungkook muttered, embarrassed. “I just…um…zoning out. Really sorry.”
“See this is what you happens when you don’t get enough sleep,” said Seokjin matter-of-factly.
“Okay, mom,” Jungkook responded boldly.
“It’s fine. You didn’t miss much anyways,” Hoseok frowned as he waved his hand dismissively. “Those two are still going at it.” He nodded at the Slytherin and Hufflepuff sat next to him, glaring at each other viciously.
“Fight me, Min Yoongi,” Taehyung was growling. “You and me. Duel after D.A. tomorrow. Hoseok’s the referee.
The owner of the mentioned spit out his mouthful of potatoes, much to everyone’s else distaste.
“WHAT?! Why me?!” Hoseok protested. “Get Namjoon to do it. He’d probably be more fair.”
“Nah, we like you,” Yoongi and Taehyung both said simultaneously.
Hoseok suddenly revoked his stance, softening at once and even seeming slightly flattered as indicated by his partial smile.
“What does that make me?” Namjoon muttered, slightly offended.
Jungkook silently groaned to himself. Sure, they were excited about duelling with each other, but none of them seemed to care that he would be dealing with the most difficult battle of them all–an internal battle against himself.
Careful not to let them notice, Jungkook slowly slumped into his arms on the free space on the dining table and buried his head into them.
Their mocking laughter echoed in his ears, followed by the vivid imagery of Jimin’s smile.
Jungkook let out a sigh at last.
His heart was probably going to be torn apart at this rate.
That evening, Jungkook walked towards the Training Grounds with more bravado than he could ever expect. In the hours between his last conversation with his friends until now, he had somehow managed to convince himself that maybe, just maybe he wasn’t infatuated with Jimin like he thought he was at all.
As Jungkook kept walking, he started contemplating other possibilities. Maybe, it was much too soon to jump to such rash conclusions. Maybe, in the heat of the adrenaline, he had mistaken his excitement for some other feelings. Maybe, it was his first time meeting a slightly strange person so his brain justified for his lack of social skills by making him constantly think about that person. Maybe, he wouldn’t have to worry about causing any turmoil as a Gryffindor after all. Maybe–
A pair of soft, small hands suddenly snuck around his face and covered his eyes. Before he could be startled, he felt a lingering breath on his ear, followed by a familiar voice in the gentlest whisper:
The hands removed themselves, and then Park Jimin was in front of him, smiling brightly and standing much closer than he’d ever intended for them to be.
Jungkook’s heart did a complete 180, plummeted in its cavern, rose back up and did a few flips before slamming against chest full force.
“H-h-hey,” Jungkook said smoothly.
“You’re awfully timely, Mr. Jeon Jungkook,” Jimin drawled out his name in a way that made him want to slam his head against a wall so it would echo in his brain forever. “Maybe you really do wanna forgive me.”
“O-of course,” Jungkook replied, mindlessly following Jimin like a puppy. “So, uh, should I get my broom or…?”
Jimin turned on his heels, tilting his head at Jungkook. “Oh? No need for that right now. Follow me.”
Jungkook jolted a little, before obediently following Jimin back towards an alleyway hidden between the stone walls of the school buildings. He was slightly surprised that Jimin knew of a place within Hogwarts that even he didn’t know.
Gradually, Jungkook became more and more aware of how narrow the alleyway was, and more vexingly how close he was to Jimin. He could barely feel the rustling of the other’s clothes on his own, and he was holding his breath, hoping Jimin didn’t notice his hyperawareness.
“Um, what’s in here?” Jungkook asked cautiously.
“What are you waiting for?” Jimin replied with his own question. “Take it off.”
“Your robes, take them off,” Jungkook couldn’t help but stare with a gulp as Jimin started unbuttoning his own robe and undoing his tie.
A tiny laughter escaped Jimin’s throat as he suddenly tapped Jungkook’s shoulder, nudging him aside. It was only then that Jungkook noticed there was an opening in the wall, or rather several missing stones making for a little storage space. And to further demonstrate this, Jimin cast the summoning spell once again, and out came his practice broom and the bag containing the Snitch. He threw his own robes and tie back inside.
“Wouldn’t want them to get ruined, do you?” said Jimin. “Unless you plan on using the hindrance as an excuse when you lose again.”
“Who do you think I am?” Jungkook scoffed. “Are you trying to provoke me on purpose?”
Jimin’s smile only widened. “Always.”
Swiftly, Jungkook immediately followed suit and shoved his own robe and tie into the opening, the competitive spirit already coursing through his veins.
“Also, one more time,” Jimin spoke. “Accio.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened as another broom suddenly hovered in the opening, and he recognized it as none other than the iconic Nimbus 2001 broomstick, the one that Jimin used in game.
“Bring your Firebolt here next time,” Jimin suggested. “I wanna have a battle with no handicaps.”
“Why do you use the training brooms if you have this one safely kept here?” Jungkook asked out of curiosity.
Jimin shrugged. “I guess I like the challenge,” he spoke. “I like using the training brooms because they’re the bare minimum, so when I actually go out to play, it’ll feel easier.” He paused for a second, and then added as an afterthought. “Plus, I guess I like being mildly restrained.”
Jimin gave Jungkook no time to properly process what he’d just said before he brushed past him and headed back towards the Training Grounds.
“Grab your training broom and meet me out there,” said Jimin. “We’ll have the same battle as last time?” He waved the wriggling Snitch bag
“I won’t lose this time,” Jungkook said confidently.
Jimin smiled. “We’ll see about that.”
Jimin and Jungkook collapsed onto the soft, green grass of the Training Grounds, breathing heavily in satisfaction, with the sweat dripping down their necks and foreheads. Park Jimin laid with his broom falling out of his left hand, while Jungkook’s was still clutched in his right, and the Golden Snitch gripped firmly in his left.
It had been a fierce battle, neck-in-neck and without mercy. But ultimately, a victor had been determined.
“Good game,” Jimin exhaled, turning over onto his side to look at Jungkook.
“Yeah…” Jungkook sighed, his chest heaving as he remained flat on his back, staring up into the dark sky now speckled with stars.
“You really wanted to win this time, huh?” Jimin asked softly.
“What? You didn’t?”
“Fair enough. But you flew especially well today.”
“I had to. I couldn’t let you win again.”
“Mmm. If I wasn’t so busy trying to beat you I might’ve swooned for you…”
Jimin shuffled closer. Jungkook tensed, as Jimin’s eyes suddenly appeared in front of him, glimmering mischievously as Jimin leaned over and pressed a hand into his chest.
“I guess we really do bring out the best in each other huh?” Jimin’s voice was quiet, almost in a whisper.
Jungkook had forgotten about the butterflies in his stomach up until now (as he had been too focussed on winning), and when they came back in a flurry, he immediately became hyperaware of how nervous he was. He couldn’t even move, and it was as if his body was Petrified. He wondered if it was just in his imagination that Jimin was leaning even closer.
“Hey, Jungkook, I think you really have forgiven me, haven’t you?” Jimin asked.
Blood. Coursing through Jeon Jungkook’s veins. Pulse. Rapidly beating. Sweat. Dripping endlessly from his temples. Was it the remnants of adrenalin? Or was it something else entirely?
Certainly, Jimin was definitely leaning closer.
“Jungkook?” Jimin called his name. The way it slipped off his tongue felt so right. “What do you say? Have you forgiven me? This was the whole point of this, remember?”
The way Jimin’s fingers were dancing on his chest was so intensely noticeable, it delayed Jungkook’s response a few seconds.
“I…I already said that yesterday,” said Jungkook.
“That I forgave you.”
Jimin pulled back, seemingly unsatisfied with the response.
“I don’t believe you,” he said. “You can’t possible forgive me so easily for humiliating you in front of the entire school.”
Jungkook had no idea what Jimin was trying to get him to say or do, it was bothering him immensely.
“I don’t care about that anymore,” Jungkook replied. “Not since last night.”
“Hmm? Why is that?” Jimin asked. “What’s changed since then?”
“I-I don’t know.”
“I think you do know.”
And then Jimin had moved closer again, his eyes slightly lidded and lips slightly pursed. And from the way Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat, he realized that he did indeed know after all, deep inside.
“Can you prove it to me, Jungkook?” Jimin hummed.
“Show me that you’ve forgiven me.”
It all happened in an instant. In reality, Jimin moved slowly, giving Jungkook plenty of time to move should he choose to. But he didn’t. He let Jimin move forwards, feeling the weight of his hand pressing into his chest. His eyes fluttered to a half-lidded state as he felt the fleeting warmth on his lips, a soft, gentle sensation that made his head spin as if he was dreaming.
It lasted barely more than a second, but it was more than enough.
Jimin slumped onto Jungkook’s shoulders, so that his lips were right next to his ears. “I’ll be busy tomorrow night,” Jimin whispered. “But I’ll let you know when I can see you again. Don’t forget about tonight.”
Jungkook sensed a sudden emptiness from within him. “Jimin, I–”
“Sleep well, Jungkook.”
And then Jimin was gone, with Jungkook still lying there, still feeling completely dazed from everything that had just happened. In fact, he wasn’t sure if even happened at all, or his he’d just dreamed it all up in his exhausted state.
It was another good five minutes before Jungkook could even bring himself to move again.
The answer was obvious. And anyone else would’ve known it. It was about time that Jungkook recognized it himself.
He sighed to himself as he sat up in his bed, barely sleeping a wink last night as he attempted to find alternative answers. But there were none, because the truth was as plain as day. The smile captivated him, those eyes enchanted him, and his words were like an Imperius Curse. He couldn’t stop thinking about Jimin. He liked Jimin. And he could no longer deny that his young, naive heart had fallen for the cunning Slytherin.
Last night, he speculated if Jimin had planned this all along. Seduction seemed second nature to the pretty Slytherin boy, and Jungkook couldn’t help but wonder if he was playing right into his palm without even knowing it. Despite it being a very likely scenario, he knew he was already caught deep in the web, and there was no easy way of getting out now.
Dragging himself out of his covers, Jungkook decided the best way to approach this was to ask for someone’s else opinion. Getting himself cleaned up, Jungkook quickly changed into his school robes and headed for the dining hall, where his group of tight-knit friends would surely already be waiting for him, filled with wise and unbiased advice.
As Jungkook rounded the corner, he noticed Kim Taehyung and Jung Hoseok walking ahead of him as if on cue. With a blazing smile on his face, he quickly rushed towards them, opening his mouth to call them.
“It’s like they put all the assholes in one group and called it a House,” Taehyung was saying,
“Yeah, when are they going to abolish the Slytherin house already?” Hoseok agreed spitefully. “Nothing good ever came out of it anyways.”
“When Min Yoongi graduates,” Taehyung joked. They both laughed happily at the comment.
Jungkook froze in his steps, ccidentally overhearing the conversation they were having. Heaviness weighing down his chest, Jungkook slowly hid behind the one of the pillars in the hallway, heart pounding rapidly as he contemplated what they’d just said.
They surely were not intentionally being hurtful, he was sure–they’d always talked like this, for as long as he’d remembered. And if anything, maybe others in the school shared the same cynical opinion, based on the history that they knew.
It’s none of my business, Jungkook reassured himself internally. It’s the school’s problem, not mine. Anyways, if that’s that case, then I probably shouldn’t let them know about this.
Jungkook was torn, and the already sparse pool of people who he could ask for advice had suddenly diminished greatly.
Think, Jungkook, think! Who would offer you decent advice and not be judgmental…
His eyes widened as he realized that there was one person left, the only person who could effectively aid him in his childish endeavours.
“So basically, you want me to help you get into Park Jimin’s pants?”
Jungkook couldn’t help but feel humbled. Min Yoongi’s blunt way of talking somehow always had a way of revealing a person’s true desires in the most crude way possible.
They were sitting in an empty classroom, yet for some reason, he couldn’t help but fear that other students–or even worse, a Professor–could be listening in.
“Well…more or less,” Jungkook mumbled. “But it doesn’t have to be like that right away.”
“I’m surprised,” Yoongi chortled, quite amused at the situation. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I couldn’t imagine a straight-laced Gryffindor like you falling for any Slytherin, let alone the one who stole your thunder so ruthlessly like that.”
“That doesn’t matter to me anymore,” Jungkook said. “It’s the first time I’ve liked someone like this. And I really want to do something about it.”
Yoongi’s expression softened, and his tone suddenly became more understanding. He reached over and patted Jungkook encouragingly on the shoulder.
“Aw, don’t look so distressed,” Yoongi reassured. “The heart wants what it wants after all.”
Jungkook calmed down at once, grateful for Yoongi’s rare sympathy.
A sudden exhale from Yoongi nearly extinguished the relax mood.
“But I have to warn you,” Yoongi spoke suddenly. “This won’t be easy.”
“W-what do you mean?” Jungkook panicked, stumbling over his words. “Why? Why wouldn’t it be easy?”
“I’m not sure what Park Jimin said or did that made you so head over heels for him,” Yoongi explained carefully. “But you have to realize that he’s a special one–he has that charming effect on a lot of people. You may just be one single red apple in a giant orchard, if you know what I’m trying to say.”
Jungkook remained silent, waiting for Yoongi to elaborate.
“The point is, you have to stand out amongst the rest,” Yoongi continued. “Be that ripest, biggest, roundest, shiniest apple. Make yourself someone he can’t help but pluck. Only then will he truly be yours.”
It took Jungkook awhile, but eventually he understood. “That’s not a problem,” he grinned. “I’m Jeon Jungkook.” He promptly received a smack on the back of the head.
“Do you even hear yourself right now?” Yoongi scowled. “I’m Jeon Jungkook. Who the fuck do you think you are? Do you ever hear me going around telling the world I’m Min Fucking Yoongi? No. So put a sock in it. No one cares.”
“Can’t you at least let me down gently?” Jungkook complained, rubbing the back of his head.
“Listen, do you want my help or not?” Yoongi shot back. “I don’t care how much those Gryffindor jocks hype you up but to us Slytherins, being an obnoxious, dick-waving Gryffindor immediately gives you a negative ten points on the datable scale. And you, being the Jeon Jungkook who is the practical poster boy of those people, probably makes you at the very least a negative fifty thousand.” He gave another frustrated sigh before continuing again. “I mean just think about it for two seconds–if he cared at all about you and your name, he would’ve never publicly humiliated you in front of the entire school.”
Jungkook felt utterly defeated. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“Of course I’m right,” Yoongi agreed. “But, no worries. Not all hope is lost. I have an idea. We Slytherins tend to respect those who can outsmart us, so that’s all you gotta do.”
“You want me to outsmart Jimin?” Jungkook gawked. “Do you not realize how my brain practically turns into mush every time I talk to him?”
“It’s not like you can beat him with your non-mushy brain either,” Yoongi grinned, clearly having fun with this at this point. “Which is why you’ll be following my plans step-by-step, and not acting on your own.”
Jungkook contemplated for a few seconds. “Okay…let’s hear it first then.”
Yoongi cleared his throat, looking more and more like a mad scientist by the second–and Jungkook was the guinea pig.
“First, you’ll need some Polyjuice Potion.”
✧✧✧ end of pt. 1 ✧✧✧
The plan was straightforward enough. Min Yoongi was surprisingly good at explaining, and as ridiculous as it sounded upon the first telling, Jungkook was entirely convinced after Yoongi’s insistence.
The most difficult part, according to Yoongi, was convincing Namjoon to lend him some of the Polyjuice Potion he’d been attempting to perfect. The potion itself was renowned to be complex and took a month to stew before completion. Out of all the upper year students, 7th Year Ravenclaw and Potions’ Club Master Kim Namjoon was the by far best candidate who would have a reliable, safely consumable batch lying around somewhere. After that, it was supposedly smooth sailing so long as Jungkook was enough of a convincing actor.
And thus, Jungkook found himself rushing down to the library at the peak of sunrise in search of his reliable senior, already plotting out a decent story to tell him. Persuading or tricking his friends was usually a 50:50 chance for Jungkook: sometimes they trusted him wholeheartedly, while other times they became irritably and excessively speculative.
He found a bespectacled Kim Namjoon crouched over several large textbooks at one of the tables.
“Hey,” Jungkook called out as he approached him.
“Jungkook?” said Namjoon, closing his book. “What are you doing here so early?”
“I realized it’s time I should start studying properly for the OWLs,” Jungkook sighed convincingly. “Everyone’s starting to harp at me for it.”
“Even you know when to settle, huh?” said Namjoon, evidently believing his lies thus far.
Jungkook shrugged. “I guess I have to grow up at some point.”
Namjoon raised an eyebrow but then smiled encouragingly at Jungkook. “Well, if you need any help, I’m always here for you. And the others as well, I’m sure.”
“Now that you mention it,” Jungkook caught on smoothly. “There is something you could do for me actually.”
“I was hoping I could borrow some of the Polyjuice Potion you’ve been brewing.”
Naturally, even Namjoon couldn’t think of a good reason why Jungkook would need such a potion so spontaneously.
“What is it for?” he asked. “I can’t imagine it being relevant to your OWLs.”
“But it is!” Jungkook latched on once again. “Someone told me there may be a component on Polyjuice Potions this year.”
“Who told you that?” Namjoon was really confused now. “How would they know? And shouldn’t you just study from the textbook?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Jungkook answered all of the questions at once. “The thing is, I need a good batch to study from, and I don’t know anyone else to ask. So please?”
He stared directly into Namjoon’s eyes. “Please,” he repeated pleadingly. “You’re the only one who can help me.”
Namjoon squinted as he maintained eye contact with Jungkook, as if trying to read whether or not he was truly as genuine as he sounded. Jungkook could only hope Namjoon wouldn’t notice how tense he was.
A sigh of yielding finally escaped from Namjoon’s lips, and Jungkook felt a wave of relief wash through him.
“Fine, you can have some,” Namjoon conceded. “But, you have to promise me: at no costs will you drink it. I want to see the full quantity back in the vat once you’re done with it.”
“Yeah, not a problem!” Jungkook gleefully accepted. This would be a problem.
“Potions room, leftmost cupboard, bottom shelf, blue vat,” said Namjoon. “It’s the muddy looking mixture. Can’t miss it.”
“I owe you one,” Jungkook smiled.
“Always here to help,” Namjoon acknowledged.
Jungkook bowed out gracefully, feeling slightly guilty due to Namjoon’s kindness. But he had already committed to the cause, so there was no backing out now.
Not when, according to Min Yoongi, Park Jimin was literally just a sip of way from belonging to him.
Jeon Jungkook and Min Yoongi were hiding in a deserted bathroom, as they stared at the bubbling brown vat in front of them, both feeling mixtures of emotion between entranced and fearful.
“You’re this is the one?” Yoongi confirmed.
“Positive,” Jungkook nodded.
Yoongi glanced at it one more time. “Well then, do you think you’re ready?”
Jungkook exhaled heavily before answering. “Yeah, I think I am.”
“Oh, young love,” sighed Yoongi, as he pulled out a few strands of hair from his pocket. “The things you’ll all do for it.”
Yoongi was about to drop the dusty blonde hairs into the bubbling liquid when Jungkook suddenly reached a hand out to stop him.
“Wait!” Jungkook said. “Namjoon said the potion has to be in full when he checks on it again. How are we gonna do that?”
Yoongi tsked, shaking his head. “Relax, will you? That’s child’s play,” he reassured. “I’ll just make a fresh batch and replace it. He’ll never know.”
But Jungkook wasn’t convinced. “You can make decent Polyjuice Potion?”
“I told you not to worry!” Yoongi harped on. “I’ll take care of everything.” To further emphasize his point, he dropped the hairs in before Jungkook could protest any further. “Now hurry up and drink it, we have no time!”
They both watched as the potion transformed from its murky colours into an attractive, metallic minty green colour.
“Well, it looks appetizing enough,” Yoongi grinned.
“Thank god,” Jungkook sighed, as he dipped a goblet in. “Bottoms up.”
Before he could linger any longer, Jungkook brought the goblet to his lips and gulped it all down in one shot. He let the taste linger in his mouth for a few seconds: it was a strange one–sweet like sugar, yet somehow just as metallic as it looked. Thankfully, it was far from unpleasant.
It wasn’t long before he started to feel the discomfort in his body, as the transformation began to take place. He felt as if his organs were bubbling and his bones were being crushed together. At last, it was complete, and he saw Yoongi looking at him in approval.
“Well, hello handsome,” Yoongi grinned, twirling around the new appearance of Jungkook for a better look. “Wanna see?”
With a wave of his wand, Yoongi conjured up an oval which displayed their reflection to serve as a makeshift mirror.
“Oh my god.”
His voice managed to shock him even further, being a much lower pitch than he was normally used to. He blinked several times, his eyes wide open to make sure he wasn’t seeing double.
But it was reality.
Jeon Jungkook had transformed into the spitting image of Min Yoongi.
“It’s simple,” Yoongi had said. “There’s nothing a Slytherin likes more than being outsmarted, and sometimes this means exposing them in places or situations they never calculated to be in.”
“Isn’t that what you do to hit on Ravenclaws?” Jungkook speculated out loud.
“Ravenclaws are here because of their desire to learn, and to achieve their goals blatantly with their wisdom,” Yoongi explained. “Slytherins, on the hand, use our wit under a more hidden guise to gain, calculating our opponents’ every move with them never the wiser, as we claw our way to the top with desire and ambition alone…which is exactly why you have to catch him off-guard. Prove to him that you’re on the same level at him.”
“But I’m not you,” said Jungkook.
“Yet,” Yoongi grinned. “A dose of Polyjuice Potion will disguise yourself as me for a good duration, allowing you infiltrate the Slytherin Common Room at your will. There, you will easily get close to Jimin, and you’ll be able to ask him questions you were never able to ask before. Truly learn about him, and show him things about yourself that you weren’t able to in your true form. You’re going to fool him completely, even go as far as to get him to admit to a secret or two. And when the potion finally wears off and he finds yourself not with me but with you, he’ll be utterly impressed that you managed to outwit him and…well, he’ll just fall into your arms.”
“This doesn’t exactly sound foolproof,” Jungkook said pointedly.
Yoongi sighed. “Listen, the hardest part of this plan is getting the Polyjuice Potion,” he said. “After that, use your own discretion to figure out what to do next. It’s all up to you after. And if you can’t get him after that, well…”
He paused, debating whether to say it aloud, but then chose to go ahead anyway.
“Maybe you simply just aren’t the right person for him.”
The words echoed in Jungkook’s head, motivating him as he headed straight towards the Slytherin Common Room entrance, fastening the green tie around his neck with his unfamiliar hands. It was difficult to become Min Yoongi—he had to completely change the way he walked, the way he talked and and the way he gazed at others. The real Min Yoongi promised to stay out of sight for the rest of the night, occupied with his duel with Taehyung followed by some previous arrangements.
At last, he was at the main entrance to the Slytherin Dungeon, to which Yoongi had kindly supplied the password to him earlier.
Immediate, the passage leading to the common room was revealed, to which Jungkook eagerly stepped inside, wanting to finally experience the interiors of the Slytherin Dungeon for the very first time.
It definitely had the aura of a dungeon as expected, its ambience more like that of an underwater shipwreck. All different shades of greens plastered the dark walls, and everywhere he looked there were serpent-shaped mantles and designs, representing their prominent emblem.
The appearance was definitely different from the Gryffindor Common Room he was used to, but instead of being afraid of it all, Jungkook found it to be rather alluring. It was as if it was calling for him to explore its every decoration, to learn of each of their individual stories.
He glanced around the room as naturally as he possibly could. Unfortunately, Jungkook didn’t have Slytherin friends other than Yoongi. If he wanted to find Jimin, he would have to ask around. And so he tried to make casual eye contact with the other students, trying to identify who could potentially be a close comrade of Min Yoongi.
Momentarily, he caught the gaze of a boy who carried himself like an upper year student. He made his way over while maintaining eye contact.
“Hey dude,” Jungkook spoke through Yoongi’s voice. Oh yeah, I totally sound like Yoongi, he thought, feeling proud of himself.
“Umm…hey?” the boy responded.
The words just seemed to roll off his tongue “Have you seen Park Jimin?”
“Yeah, they all went out to Quidditch practice awhile ago,” came the response. “He’ll probably be back soon. Why do you need him anyway?”
“Just some…important business,” the person who looked like Min Yoongi blurted.
“Oh, you know. Just some…school stuff.”
“Anyways. Thanks bro. I owe ya one.”
He awkwardly patted the student twice on the shoulder before walking away. In his flustered state, he nearly tripped over a snake sculpture, but fortunately caught it before any real damage was incurred. He collapsed into an empty armchair before he could cause any more harm.
Keep it cool, Jeon Jungkook. Keep it cool, Jungkook reassured himself. You haven’t even met Jimin yet. The hard part hasn’t even begun. Cool. Calm. Just like Min Yoongi.
But he didn’t have time to breathe, as a sudden rise in volume indicated that the celebrated Quidditch team had returned.
Jungkook watched in awe from his seat as the team was greeted with no less raucousness than celebrities. Girls and guys alike were squealing from their seats and rushing out to give them towels and water, frantically fighting to massage the players’ shoulders and asking if they needed anything.
But it wasn’t long before Jungkook noticed where most of the crowd’s attention was diverted towards.
“Ah, there he is!” he heard a voice say. “Our genius Seeker who trampled on that annoying Gryffindor idiot captain all by himself!”
The crowd cheered, with Jungkook experiencing all sorts of uncomfortable as he realized they were bad-mouthing him right in front of him without realizing it.
But then he appeared, Park Jimin appeared, in the flesh, just as pretty as he remembered. And it seemed that everyone else knew it too, as they immediately swarmed him, giving him immense praise in regards to his performance during practice with no basis whatsoever (for none of them had been there to witness the practice). And for the first time, Jungkook fully realized just how…Slytherin Park Jimin was, surrounded by all those green ties, smiling blissfully as he was truly one of them. It was an entirely different Jimin than he was used to—the slyness and deceitful smiles were nowhere to be seen. This was how he truly acted amongst the friends he trusted. This Jimin truly seemed like an angel from afar.
Suddenly, Jimin met eye contact with him and he froze, completely forgetting that he had the appearance of Yoongi and not Jungkook. He watched at Jimin pushed the rest of his friends out of the way and headed straight for him, almost a running pace, after which he finally threw his arms around his neck into a warm hug.
“Yoongi!” Jimin cried out. “I haven’t see you in so long!”
Oh god. He smells so good, Jungkook couldn’t help but realize, feeling slightly intoxicated. Yoongi had mentioned him and Jimin were relatively close, but he never imagined they were this close.
“Um, I missed you too,” Yoongi’s mouth replied, shuffling away to avoid the excessive contact, as he wasn’t sure how much longer her could handle it.
Jimin straightened up, staring straight into Yoongi’s eyes for a second, before bursting out into a bright smile.
“When are you free?” Jimin asked. “I’ve got a few questions I have to ask you.”
“I should be free for the rest of the day,” Yoongi’s voice replied. All according to plan of course.
“Okay,” said Jimin. “But can we go to a more private place? It’s a bit…embarrassing.”
“Actually this can wait until another day.” Min Yoongi replied as he promptly started to get up. Shit. Abort. Abort. Abort. Jungkook was absolute in panic, and Jimin’s bashful face did not help one bit.
Jimin laughed softly. “Relax. It’s not that bad. Come with me.”
Before he could resist, Jimin was dragging him away from the main common room to god knows where.
This is bad. How on Earth am I supposed to give him advice on a sensitive topic…as Yoongi?!
He soon found himself seated at a desk next to several empty bunk beds and realized that this must be Jimin’s room. Normally, he would have been all jittery to set foot in such a sacred place, but somehow, it had become the least of his worries.
“I’m so glad I bumped into you!” said Jimin, as he pulled the door shut. “I’ve been wanting to ask your advice for awhile.”
Sweat trickled down the back of Yoongi’s neck. Jungkook was praying that Jimin wouldn’t notice his out of character nervousness.
“W-what is it about?” Yoongi said smoothly, gesturing in the way that he usually did.
Jimin appeared hesitantly, pacing back and forth and even spinning around a few times, with a shy smile on his face.
“You know, this can wait if you’re gonna take forever,” Yoongi said bluntly.
“Wait, no!” Jimin cried out. “I don’t know when I’ll see you again. You’re always off somewhere.”
“Well then, just spit it out.”
“There’s someone I like!” Park Jimin blurted.
Min Yoongi visibly froze. Upon this reaction, the Park Jimin who had always been vulnerable to Yoongi’s coaxing immediately shriveled away in embarrassment.
Jeon Jungkook, on the other hand, was tempted to break the window and jump into the greenish lake surrounding the common room to get eaten alive by the giant squid. Everything had most definitely gone from bad to worse.
For one, he had no idea how to handle this kind of conversation. A sane person would never go up to Jeon Jungkook for relationship advice of any kind, and if he or she was actually foolish or desperate enough to carry through with it, the response was usually something along the lines of: “I dunno. Call her short or something.”
And the other reason was related to that sinking feeling in Jungkook’s (Yoongi’s?) chest all of a sudden. The whole reason why he’d gone through all this trouble in the first place was so he could impress Jimin and win him over—ultimately show how much he liked him. At this rate, Jimin was going to admit to like someone else first, right in front of him. He couldn’t help but be slightly jilted by the idea.
“Hey? Earth to Yoongi?” Jimin called, waving his hand in front of him to regain his attention. “You okay? You’re reacting like I told you I was pregnant or something.”
Yoongi nearly choked. “Excuse me?”
“Relax, I’m kidding,” Jimin rolled his eyes (prettily). “That’s impossible…even for wizards, right? I think…” Jimin shook the thought out of his head. “Anyways, about this person—this guy—that I like. I think he’s kind of… cute, I guess, but I don’t know how to tell him.”
“W-well…couldn’t someone like you get anyone you could possibly want?” Jungkook tried carefully. Thankfully, with Yoongi’s voice, everything sounded at least that much more convincing, despite that Jungkook himself was already internally despising this guy Jimin was describing despite probably never having even met him in person before.
Jimin shrugged. “It’s just…he’s different from the others.” Jungkook noted Jimin didn’t deny his question. “He’s really…stubborn. Almost hard-headed. Honestly, just seeing his face or hearing his name annoys me to no end.”
“And you like this guy?” Min Yoongi meddled. “Sounds like a jerk to me. You should just forget about him and find someone better.”
And that’s when Jimin sighed, and a longing expression appeared on his face that Jungkook didn’t know he was even capable of making. Jungkook was stunned, but only for a second, before he immediately went back to despising the one who was able to elicit such a beautiful reaction in Park Jimin.
“I mean, yeah, there’s things I don’t like about him. Several things, actually…” Jimin contemplated.
“Good. You should focus on those,” Yoongi encouraged.
“God, don’t even get me started. He’s such a piece of work,” said Jimin. “He always acts like he’s on top of the world, and thinks he’s so cool all the time. He tells the worst jokes and neglects studying to train like monkey. Plus, you should see him when he gets over-competitive. I swear he’s the type go hard against a three-year-old with no mercy.”
“Sounds like a loser to me,” Yoongi interjected with perfect timing. “Time to find someone else, Park Jimin. You’re better than this.”
And Jimin started doing that endearing thing, where he curled both his knees into his arms and turned himself into a ball as he leaned back and forth on the bed.
“But…I can tell he’s really a sweetie inside. I feel like he just doesn’t know how to express himself well,” Jimin said. The gentle expression was appearing on his face again. “In truth, I think he’s really kind and innocent, and I keep trying to coax it out of him but he’s just too much of an idiot to see. I’ve been trying to flirt with him so much but I think he thinks I’m just teasing him or something. But whenever he gets really into his stuff he gets this really passionate look in his eyes and…you know, he just becomes so attractive to me. I mean, I still wanna punch him in the face half the time but…I’d want to kiss it better afterwards.” Jimin turned bright red after the last sentence, turning away a little to hide the blatant visualization of his feelings.
Jungkook was at a loss for words. Clearly, he stood no chance against whoever Jimin was describing. It was hard not to feel absolutely and completely discouraged. But because he was feeling awfully salty about everything, Jungkook wasn’t about to simply let this nobody fuckboy get with Jimin without putting up a fight. Perhaps, he would simply cast “accidental hexes”, just to ruin that person’s mornings.
“So who’s the guy?” Yoongi pried, something Min Yoongi only did when he was truly very bored.
Which was probably why Jimin’s eyes widened substantially, truly not expecting the question.
“I, uh…I don’t know his name,” Jimin said flusteredly, turning away.
Yoongi’s eyes narrowed, making him look twice as menacing as normal. “Park Jimin, I didn’t know you were a bad liar,” he noted. “Why can’t you tell me?”
“I…I just don’t feel comfortable,” Jimin replied.
“But why?” The gears started whirring in Jungkook’s head. “Don’t tell me…is it a professor?”
“Aha! So by process of elimination it must be a student!”
“Yoongi, what’s wrong with you? You’re acting really weird today,” Jimin exclaimed. “Maybe we should just stop talking about this…”
“No, wait!” Min Yoongi called in absolute excitement, something that he hadn’t done in years. He grabbed hold of Jimin’s sleeve to keep him from moving away. “At least just tell me this one thing…what house is in he?”
Jimin’s hesitance was blatant, and Jungkook wasn’t really sure why. Even if he narrowed it down to one of the four houses, there were still at least hundreds of students in each, making it extremely difficult to pinpoint exactly who it was.
Jimin took a deep breath before turning to look at Yoongi, his eyes pleading genuinely.
“Promise me,” he said. “Promise you won’t tell another soul.”
“Promise,” Yoongi replied hurriedly.
A gesture from Jimin’s hands indicated for Yoongi to come closer so he could whisper it to him.
Why all the secrecy? Jungkook was still thinking to himself as Jimin leaned in, cupping a hand to his ear. I just want to know his House so I know what his personality like. What could it possibly give away—
The three familiar syllables sent a wave of shock through Jungkook’s spine, rendering him paralyzed.
“Wait…” Min Yoongi uttered, eyes widened, staring straight ahead. The puzzle pieces had finally started fitting together. Jungkook’s heart (or was it Yoongi’s heart? He wasn’t sure anymore, nor did he care) was tightening intensely from within his chest.
“Yeah…” Jimin said meekly, turning away in embarrassment.
“Holy shit,” Yoongi breathed, mouth agape. “It can’t be—”
Suddenly, Min Yoongi broke out into a fit of coughing as his body started convulsing violently. He keeled forward and dove forwards off the bed.
“Oh my god, Yoongi!” Jimin was screaming from above him. “Are you okay?! Oh my god! I didn’t know you hated Gryffindors that much! UHhhhhHH…Water! I’ll go get some water!”
Jimin elicited a few curse words as he rushed around the room to find a glass. Jungkook felt like his body was being torn apart, as he held his stomach that was convulsing in pain. But then, only seconds later, it was over before it even started, and he collapsed onto the floor, slightly heaving.
As he was on the floor on his hands and knees, he heard Jimin scrambling back beside him.
“Yoongi, do you need me to take you to the nurse?” Jimin asked frantically. “Oh my god, you don’t look ok at all. Your hair’s turned all black and—”
A few more coughs before a response. “Yeah, I’m fine. I think I just got a little stomach ache is all.”
The both of them froze.
The voice they heard was obviously, most definitely not Min Yoongi’s voice.
Jungkook nearly jumped as he heard the glass shatter to pieces only inches away from him as it slipped from Jimin’s hands. He got up to his feet, only to see Jimin back away against his bed, eyes widened and finger pointing, seeming absolutely terrified.
“Oh my god,” Jimin breathed, barely whispering, eyes still quivering.
“Um…you’ve been saying that a lot in the past minute,” Jungkook said weakly.
A quick glance in the silver-adorned mirror to his right indicated that the Polyjuice Potion’s time of effectiveness had most certainly ended, as there stood none other than a full-fledged Jeon Jungkook, dark hair and borrowed robes slightly ruffled but otherwise still fully intact.
“Um, surprise? I guess,” Jungkook mumbled, not sure what to do next.
“Why did you do this?” Jimin asked, his situation finally settling in. “Did you do this on purpose to humiliate me?”
Jungkook was shocked at the immediate assumption. “What?! No!” he said at once, quickly taking his place next to Jimin again. “I would never! What kind of person do you think I am?”
“Well then, why the hell did you make me say all of that…embarrassing stuff then?” JImin flushed.
Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s hands with both of his, desperate to distract from the former conversation.
“I…I just wanted to find a creative way to tell you,” Jungkook explained. “So that you would be impressed by me.”
“Tell me what?” Jimin asked, frozen stiff, bright red and evidently terrified of what was about to come next, considering what had just unfolded right in front of his eyes.
Jungkook hesitated. “T-that…” Come on, you idiot! Just say it! Now’s your chance. His heart did all sorts of flips and flops inside his chest, and the words were just on the tip of his tongue, but for some reason he couldn’t help but feel the timing was just a tiny bit imperfect—
“That?” Jimin asked, impatience quickly growing as it typically would with Park Jimin.
“That I make a great Polyjuice Potion.” Jungkook blurted out. Jimin stared at him, appalled. Jungkook didn’t blame him one bit.
“That’s it?” Jimin snorted, raising an eyebrow and immediately snatching his hand away from Jungkook’s grasp. “You disguise yourself as one of my friends and came all the way to my room just so you could show me you can make a good Polyjuice Potion?”
“For the record, you’re the one who dragged me to your room,” Jungkook mumbled irritatingly, scratching the back of head nonchalantly.
Jimin shot a death glare at him, crossing his arms defiantly. “What is this? Some stupid way of challenging me to make a Polyjuice Potion? Quidditch isn’t enough competition for you?”
Jungkook turned back to look at Jimin, suddenly feeling offended for no particular reason. “Look, I never said that I wanted to challenge you so don’t put words in my mouth!”
“Yeah?!” Jimin growled, leaning closer to assert his dominance. “Then why would a Gryffindor like you go through all this trouble just to show me something trivial? There’s gotta be a catch with you guys, there’s always a catch!”
“Oh yeah?” Jungkook challenged, pushing back. “Well have you ever thought that we Gryffindors aren’t little snakes like you Slytherins? Sometimes people do things without ulterior motives, have you ever thought of that?”
“Really?” Jimin sneered, eyes narrowing. “Then look me in the eyes, Jeon Jungkook. Look me in the eye and tell me you really don’t have any ulterior motive.”
Suddenly, they found themselves only centimetres apart, burning with a strange sort of wrath for each other, fuelled by the mixture of embarrassment and assertion they’d found themselves getting caught in the middle of. But then Jungkook became aware of how close he was to Jimin, and as he traced the lines of those pretty eyes and soft, plump lips with his own eyes, he suddenly remembered that Jimin was right, and that he did have an ulterior motive all along.
“Hey Jimin, by the way…” Jungkook said suddenly, his tone dropping low and becoming much calmer.
“Yeah?” Jimin replied, slightly flustered.
“Who’s this guy from Gryffindor you like so much?”
Jimin’s expression stiffened, but only for a second, as Jungkook watched him stare into his eyes again, as if looking for an answer. They’d had several close calls until now, but this was the first time Jungkook was staring at Jimin’s face at this distance in the light, so he could see every single beautiful detail.
“Hmm…” Jimin’s coy smile returned to his face, a very familiar smile, similar to the one he first sported when asking Jungkook to practice flying with him. Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat.
“Well, who do you think it is?” Jimin spoke slowly, hands carefully trailing up to the collar of Jungkook’s black robe. Jungkook swore they’d gotten closer, as the golden strands of Jimin’s hair were nearly getting tangled in his own dark ones as Jimin leaned forwards.
“Give me another hint,” Jungkook murmured, piqued by the sudden development.
“Didn’t I give you enough already?” Jimin asked innocently, tilting his head up to stare at Jungkook, purposely widening his gorgeous brown eyes for the full effect.
“No. I still haven’t got a clue who it is,”Jungkook was also smiling at this point, eyes lidded as he stared down at Jimin who was practically fully pressed up against him at this point.
“I was right,” said Jimin. “You are a complete idiot.”
“Fine. I’m an idiot,” Jungkook faked a sigh. “Now tell me. Who is it?”
Jimin grinned. “I’m not just gonna straight up tell you. I’ll give you a bigger hint this time.”
“What? That’s not fair, I—”
Jungkook’s words was cut of midway as he suddenly felt a shift of weight. Before he knew it, he was lying pressed up against Jimin’s bedsheets with Jimin on top of him, full on kissing him with all he had. It was a euphoric feeling, as the both of them completely melted into each other for what felt like a long time coming. It felt like all of his most wonderful dreams had become a reality, as Jungkook’s eyes fluttered shut in pleasure, his fingers subconsciously reaching up and threading themselves through those golden locks that he’d spent too much time admiring from afar.
It was over before either of them wanted it to be, and they both remained there for awhile, panting slightly with dazed expressions on both of their faces.
“Good enough of a hint for you?” Jimin teased with a smile.
“I’m an idiot. Can you repeat that for me?” Jungkook replied brazenly, to which he promptly a received a punch in the shoulder.
“Are you gonna ask me or not?” Jimin pouted.
“Ask you what?” Jungkook replied dumbly.
Jimin glared at him. “Are you really that dense? Why’d you even come here?”
“To ask you out,” Jungkook replied blankly, still not entirely sure what Jimin wanted from him.
Jimin rolled his eyes. “Good enough,” he mumbled, leaning forward to kiss Jungkook once more before rolling comfortably onto Jungkook’s chest. “So this is really happening, huh?” Jimin sighed elatedly. “A forbidden relationship between a Gryffindor and a Slytherin.”
Jungkook gently stroked the strands of Jimin’s hair near his forehead. “Yeah, I guess so…never thought it would ever be me though.” A slight surge of guilt ran down his spine as he imagine what his friends would say.
“How about this? Let’s just both agree to take our time with it,” Jimin suggested.
Jungkook’s hand movements blatantly paused. “What?”
“Relax, not between us,” Jimin snorted. “But with everyone else: we’ll do as we want to when we’re alone but in public, we’ll just act like we used to. It’ll keep people from talking and you won’t have to be afraid of any conflict from our Houses.”
Jungkook thought about it for two seconds. “Wow. You’re so smart. That’s a great idea.”
“Isn’t it?” Jimin smiled at the praise. “Plus, it makes it all the more…exciting, don’t you think? I’ve always wondered what it would be like to keep one of my relationships a secret.”
Jungkook’s body tensed up at the mention of a particular phrase. “One of your relationships?”
This time, Jimin also straightened up, cheeks slightly red and seeming quite flustered. “They were nothing. They don’t even count…don’t tell me you’re jealous.”
“What? No! I’m not jealous,” Jungkook scoffed. “I didn’t even say anything yet! You’re the one who immediately started saying that they didn’t even count.”
“They don’t count,” Jimin grinned. “Because none of them involved chasing you like a crazy person both figuratively and on a broom.”
“What can I say? I can be quite the catch—”
“Don’t push it.”
Jimin nuzzled his head into Jungkook’s chest, as he started to fiddle with the tie on around Jungkook’s neck.
“You know, green really does look good on you,” Jimin murmured. “Maybe you do have a bit of Slytherin in you after all.”
“People tell me I look best in red though,” Jungkook replied honestly.
“You’re kind of acting like ‘one of us’, aren’t you?” Jimin stated pointedly. “Disguising yourself to illegally sneak to sneak into our Common Room with less than pure intentions? It’s like a Slytherin thought about it.”
“Actually,” Jungkook mumbled, jolted at the comment. “It was a Slytherin’s idea.”
Jimin appeared confused. “What?”
“It was Yoongi. He was the one who gave me his own hairs for the Polyjuice Potion.”
“Oh. Of course.” Jimin straightened up, appearing to be a deep in thought. After a few seconds, he asked. “Does anyone else know about us then?”
Jungkook shook his head. “Nope. Just Yoongi. He was the only one I went to for advice.”
Jimin raised an eyebrow. “Advice? For what?”
Jungkook froze, realizing what he had just been about to admit to. “Nothing.”
A coy smile appeared on Jimin’s face putting, as he put two and two together. A grin broke out on face. “Aww, Jungkookie. You’re so cute.”
“I’m not cute,” Jungkook protested. “It’s not what you’re thinking!”
“Relax, Jungkook, being in a relationship isn’t so difficult,” Jimin said slyly. “In fact, you’ve been doing great so far.”
“A-am I?” Jungkook stuttered.
Jimin pressed forwards and gave Jungkook a deep, memorable kiss, full on the lips.
“See?” Jimin whispered when he pulled back. “It usually takes awhile for it to feel that good.”
“Y-yeah,” Jungkook responded dumbly, still feeling dazed from trying to take it all in.
“Can you believe it? It can only get better from here,” Jimin winked, and Jungkook would be lying if said his heart didn’t skip a beat in anticipation.
And then Jimin was leaning in again. Jungkook found he couldn’t control the smirk on his lips as he tilted his slowly, also leaning back so that Jimin could press into him and—
“OIIIIII! Park Jimin, can I come in?!” a voice called from outside the door, causing them to both jump apart in shock.
“Oh my god, it’s my roommate,” Jimin said in a hushed voice, jumping up in panic.
Jungkook’s eyes widened. “Shit. What do I do?! Where should I go?” He stood up, looking for a hiding spot.
“Just a second! I’m just putting some things away!” Jimin called in a loud voice before brandishing open the doors of his wardrobe. “Quick!” he called in a hush tone to Jungkook. “Get in there!”
Without questioning in the least bit, Jungkook practically dove into the wardrobe as Jimin immediately slammed the doors shut behind him. It was surprisingly roomy within, and Jungkook found a corner to settle down by as he waited for Jimin. To Jungkook’s surprise, he found that he could see everything that was still happening in the room despite the door was being closed, as if the doors were both transparent.
Hmm, that’s some nice spellwork, Jungkook thought, reaching out to touch what felt like wood but appeared as nothing at all. He couldn’t help wondering if this was Jimin’s personal spell.
Jimin’s roommate appeared, a tall, gangly dude who probably would’ve looked quite handsome if he cleaned up. Jungkook watched in interest at their interaction, once again seeing the Jimin which he would normally never be able to see. The gap in how friendly Jimin was to his comrades both impressed and confused Jungkook—he’d always thought Slytherins were sly, deceitful creatures who could trust no one, not even each other. Yet here Jimin was, making sure his roommate made his Hogsmeade trip safely and even offered to lend a warmer jacket.
He’s probably just different from the rest, Jungkook thought. Maybe he was a Hat Stall too and somehow he just ended up in Slytherin…
His thoughts were interrupted as he vaguely heard Jimin wave goodbye to his roommate, who left seeming in a better mood then when he’d entered.
Is this the Jimin effect? Jungkook couldn’t help be wonder. He quickly straightened up as he saw Jimin approaching with a smile on his face, followed by the doors opening shortly afterwards.
“Coast is clear,” Jimin smiled, as he extended a hand to help Jungkook, who almost eagerly took it, trying not to trip as he stepped out of the wardrobe.
“Thanks,” Jungkook huffed, closing the doors behind him. “For pulling me out of the closet.”
Jimin leaned forwards and pecked Jungkook softly on the lips for the last time before saying. “Well, I think it’s time you get out of here, don’t you think?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook said. “Only one problem—how?”
“Same way you got i—ohhhhh,”Jimin spoke, also realizing that Jungkook was no longer in the same guise he was in before. “Damn. This is a problem.”
“Don’t you know any secret pathways or backdoors anything?” Jungkook asked.
“Into a Common Room?” Jimin asked. “Not a chance. Why? Do you know a secret way in and out of the Gryffindor Common Room?”
Jimin seemed amused. Grinning, he said: “Wow, as expected of a Gryffindor. You guys know all the secret passageways of Hogwarts, don’t you?”
“Don’t you have any ideas at all?”
Plopping down onto his bed, Jimin assumed a thinking posture. After a few seconds, he said: “Honestly, I can’t think of anything else besides keeping your head low and running out.”
Jungkook stared at Jimin, slightly disappointed by the realistic, mundane solution which lacked the dramatics in every way.
“I mean, you still have the robes,” said Jimin. “If you’re subtle enough, no one will notice.”
“But…won’t people recognize me?” Jungkook retorted.
Jimin glanced at Jungkook before his questionable expression morphed into an amused one. Laughing slightly, he said: “Relax, boy. You’re not that famous.”
Jungkook spluttered for a few seconds before deciding it was probably better to just shut up.
Jimin stood up, subtly taking Jungkook by the arm. “Come. Come with me. Then definitely no one will notice you.” He winked, dragging Jungkook towards the door.
“I-I don’t think this is a good idea,” Jungkook gulped, remembering all the crappy things the Slytherins were saying about him only minutes earlier.
“It’s fine, if they’re distracted by me they won’t even see you,” Jimin snickered, half-joking (though Jungkook could see the underlying truth behind his jesting words). He didn’t have to protest further when Jimin covered Jungkook’s head with the hood of his robes. “Ready, go!”
Jungkook yelped as Jimin dragged him by the hand and pulled him out of his room. Their steps immediately slowed as they attempted to blend into the crowd. Jungkook deliberately kept his head down as they walked towards the dungeon entrance.
Closer…closer. Almost there…
“Jimin! There you are!” a voice called out of the blue, startling them both. A female student rushed up to them, a curious expression on her face. Jungkook ducked his face and tried to keep his face from her vision as she approached Jimin.
“A bunch of us are heading to grab some Butterbeer at Hogsmeade,” she invited him. “Wanna come along—ooh, who’s this?”
Jungkook tensed up visibly, before ducking this way and that to avoid her prying gaze.
“Oho, you two are totally giving off vi~ibes,” she giggled. “Is this your new date? I wanna see his face—”
“NO!” Jimin yelped, wrapping an arm protectively. “Sorry, I can’t make it. I gotta go.”
Without saying another word, he pulled Jungkook into a run towards the dungeon exit, away from the steadily increasing number of prying eyes that had suddenly focused on them.
Obediently, wordlessly, Jungkook followed Jimin, safely tucked away in his arm as if his life depended on it. Before long, they’d ended up in a deserted hallway, where Jimin finally removed his arm.
“Okay, we’re good now,” Jimin spoke, clearly flustered from the previous exchange.
“I told you that wouldn’t be a good idea,” Jungkook huffed, pulling down his hood at last, as he pulled his green tie from his neck.
They were suddenly interrupted by the sound of footsteps resonating from around the corner.
“We better go,” Jimin said quickly, glancing around to make sure they were still momentarily alone. “I’ll…see you tomorrow evening, then?”
Jungkook paused a seconds, giving himself a few moments to comprehend what was now his reality.
I’m dating Park Jimin.
“Y-yeah, see you,” Jungkook finally managed to splutter.
“Good,” Jimin smirked. “And this time, come as yourself.”
Jungkook returned his own crack of a smile. “O-of course.”
And like that, Jimin was gone, leaving Jungkook alone with only the afterimage of Jimin’s alluring backside as he sauntered away.
Allowing himself only enough time for a single sigh, he hurried away, knowing that there was someone he had to meet with immediately afterwards.
“So I guess it worked out,” Min Yoongi sighed, cheek leaning into his hand.
He stared with full cynicism at a Jeon Jungkook who was currently screaming as loud as he could with his body bent over and head inside a large, empty cauldron. When the screaming didn’t stop, Yoongi groaned as he was forced to drag himself to his feet and personally drag the (still screaming) younger student out of the vat by the scruff of the neck.
“Snap out of it will you?”
“THANK YOU SO MUCH!” Jungkook bellowed, eyes teary as he latched his strong arms around and buried his face into a struggling Min Yoongi. When Yoongi finally managed to retain his balance, he breathed out a sigh, and figured he shouldn’t have expected a different reaction.
He helped Jungkook back to his feet but after that he remained completely still, allowing Jungkook to cling to him for as long as necessary.
“Damn. I mean I knew he was a catch,” Yoongi mumbled. “But I didn’t know he was powerful enough to makeJeon Jungkook cry like this.”
“What? I’m not crying,” Jungkook retorted defensively, hurriedly swiping at his eyes. “But thank you. So so much. I really mean it. If there’s anything at all I can ever do to make you happy from now on I’ll definitely do it.”
Yoongi scowled. “You mean you haven’t been doing that already, you ungrateful bastard?” he snapped. “Anyways, congratulations. I assume that means you guys are dating now? Or are you freaking out cause he accidentally swiped the back of your hand or something?”
“Both.” Jungkook nodded brightly, more eagerly than he had in awhile. Yoongi had to roll his eyes. “Oh yeah, that reminds me…can I ask you one more favour?”
“You want more from me?!” Yoongi yelped in disbelief. “Thanks to me you have the best wife and you still want more?”
“No, no, it’s nothing like that,” Jungkook said patiently. “About this, you, Jimin and I are the only ones who know right now so…could you keep this a secret for now?”
“I mean, I guess so,” Yoongi muttered, slightly taken aback by the abnormal request. “But I don’t see why you have to hide it.”
“I don’t want to cause any chaos right now,” Jungkook explained. “Slytherins hate me. And I’m pretty sure Gryffindors aren’t exactly too fond of Jimin right now either. It just seems like a better idea to lay low for now. Until the right moment comes for us to…well, reveal it I guess.”
Another pause, as Yoongi did his best to process the controversial situation.
“Yeah, I see what you mean…I guess,” Yoongi said slowly, scratching his head. “Though, the longer you keep it bottled up and hidden away, the uglier it gets when it’s finally exposed.”
“I know, I know,” Jungkook acknowledged. “It…it shouldn’t be long. Maybe just until the Quidditch dies down? Please? Do me a favour.”
“I can tell the guys though, right?” Yoongi asked.
Jungkook hesitated. “I’d rather not…if that’s okay. We want as few people to know as possible.”
Yoongi let out a quick sigh. “Fine. Whatever you want. I have no recollection whatsoever of what happened today.”
Jungkook’s expression broke into a relieved smile.
“Thank you. I really appreciate it.”
“Thanking me for the rest of your life won’t be enough at this rate,” Yoongi mumbled. Heading towards the door, he held it open so Jungkook could leave with him.
“I know,” Jungkook replied, unable to keep the smile off his face as they left the classroom.
“You have this really dumb smile on your face. Like all the time recently.”
“Mrrppff—what?” Jungkook replied through a mouthful of turkey drumstick.
Five pair of eyes stared down at him at his attempted to wash it all away with pumpkin juice, only to have it dribble out of his mouth because he was apparently too distracted to focus.
“You looking forward to something, buddy?” Taehyung asked.
“What? No,” Jungkook tried to keep his voice straight. “W-what makes you say that?”
“You’re all jumpy lately,” Hoseok pointed out. “Like a bunny who can’t keep still.”
“Something on your mind lately, Jungkook?” Namjoon asked as he conservatively sipped his goblet of tea.
“I’m always like this,” Jungkook said as naturally as he could. He tried to steal glances at the one person who understood his predicament, but Min Yoongi, true to his words, was avoiding eye contact with him and genuinely appeared as if he knew nothing.
“Whatever you say, honey,” Seokjin comment, daintily slicing his chicken breast. “If OWL stress is getting to you or anything, let us know. We can try and help.”
“Speaking of which, he asked me for help the other day,” Namjoon announced suddenly. Jungkook gulped nervously. “He asked for my Polyjuice Potion cause he said someone told him it would be a huge part of OWLs for his year.”
Hoseok snorted. “That sounds…weird. You sure he didn’t use it to sneak into the girls’ dormitory at night?”
Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows in deep confusion. “Why. On. Earth. Would anyone ever want to do that?”
“Hoseok, you sound like my grandfather,” Namjoon laughed lightly. “So old fashioned.”
“I didn’t do anything!” Jungkook said firmly, confidently.
“Calm down, we’re just teasing you,” Seokjin reassured. “You’re a good boy. We know. Besides, even if you took it, Namjoon would know when he sees his vat.”
“Oh yeah…I should check on that,” Namjoon nodded.
“I gotta go,” Jungkook said suddenly, straightening up at once.
“Whoa, whoa what’s the hurry?” said Yoongi. “Aren’t you gonna stay for dessert?”
“I’m good,” Jungkook replied, brushing off his ropes and straightening his tie. “I need to meet some of the Quidditch guys to discuss our plans for next game. I’ll catch up to guys later.”
“Sounds good buddy,” Hoseok grinned, patting Jungkook’s lower back. “Try to keep your head on shoulders aight?”
Jungkook nodded and quickly rushed out of the dinner hall, feeling alleviated from the conversation that was somehow quickly becoming interrogative. He rushed through the corridors with nimble feet, brushing by students and running up and down stairs, focused on his destination.
Because of course, he wasn’t just making things up, he did actually have someone to meet up with.
Just, probably not who they were thinking.
Heart pounding his chest, Jungkook felt his steps quicken despite himself, more than eager to reach the empty classroom that was to be their first daytime meeting place.
At last he arrived, a slightly obscure, small room where rarely any classes took place, hidden away in a corridor that was barely trespassed by any. Checking that the coast was clear, Jungkook quickly slipped through, the anticipating smile already creeping onto his face.
To his surprise, the room was completely empty, with not a person to be seen. He glanced this way and that, but there wasn’t another shadow in sight.
Did I just get duped? Jungkook though incredulously.
Suddenly, he felt a pair of firm hands slip over and clasp his eyes in an extremely familiar way.
“You know. For a Quidditch player, your sense of awareness is terrible,” the reassuring, uplifting voice whispered almost right next to his ear.
Jungkook pulled himself free of the hands and turned to see what was definitely a sight for sore eyes. Park Jimin was standing before him, looking so neat and primp with his green tie. Jimin was smiling brightly with a slight twinkle in his eyes as he looked up towards Jungkook.
Jungkook’s breath hitched in his throat when he realized they were truly alone. What are we gonna do next?
But he didn’t have time to think, as Jimin suddenly looped his arms around Jungkook’s neck, pulling him closer. Jungkook’s eyes became half-lidded for a moment despite himself, drawn towards Jimin’s boldness.
“Took you long enough,” Jimin said softly. “I hope you weren’t making me wait on purpose.”
“Of course not,” Jungkook replied. His hands were already running up Jimin’s side and resting on his waist before he himself realized it. “I practically ran here.”
“Was anyone suspicious of you?”
“Not yet.” I think.
Jungkook tensed when Jimin’s fingers slid upwards into his hair.
“How long do you have?” Jimin asked coyly.
“Until practice. In like an hour or so,” Jungkook replied at once.
“Well then, we better hurry.”
The hands in Jungkook’s hair slipped back down to his neck, as Jimin practically dangled off him as he leaned in, pressing his lips eagerly against Jungkook’s. The sensation was euphoric, and Jungkook felt like all the nerves in his body had been lit up. Just yesterday he was still panicking about how to approach Jimin. And now…
“Wait!” Jungkook cried suddenly, slightly pulling apart from Jimin but not moving too far away. “Aren’t we moving a bit too quickly?”
Jimin tilted his head. “Why? Are you worried about something?”
“No…it’s just…I was gonna take it slow with…with you.”
“Listen, Jeon Jungkook,” Jimin sighed huskily. “You and I are gonna go all the way eventually, at some point. We both know it. So why pretend we’re so innocent when we could just cut to the chase, hmm? C’mere.”
And then Jimin was all over him again, deepening the kiss with a passion and making sure he felt it from his head to his toes. He never would’ve imagined in his wildest dreams that he would be kissing Park Jimin like this, all alone in an empty classroom as if it was only the two of them in the world. It wasn’t long before he too was reciprocating, slightly pushing Jimin until he was pressed against the door behind them, desperately trying to return the pleasure that he was feeling himself. Suddenly, there was nowhere else he wanted to be.
And just when it was about to get too intense, Jimin pulled away, huffing as he rested on Jungkook’s shoulder, leaving the latter eager for more.
“That felt good,” Jimin sighed happily.
Jungkook cradled Jimin a bit tighter in his arms. “Why?” he spoke softly. “Are you surprised?”
“I always expect more from the great Jeon Jungkook,” Jimin responded cheekily.
Boosted by the compliment, Jungkook was about to lean it for another go when he suddenly thought of something.
“Wait, you’re not doing all this as a ploy to get back at me, are you?” Jungkook asked.
Jimin raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
“You know, when one person secretly hates the other and is only dating them to betray them and break their heart in order to crush them in the worst way possible,” Jungkook said without taking a breath.
“You think I have that much time on my hands?” Jimin huffed.
“Well…I dunno. I heard the Slytherins talking about me and…and…” Jungkook avoided eye contact with Jimin as he spoke next. “I was kind of afraid you’d think the same. In that moment.”
Jimin smiled softly at Jungkook’s innocence. He quickly wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s neck again, startling him.
“Jungkook, you like me, don’t you?” Jimin asked.
“A lot,” Jungkook mumbled, admitting it at once.
“Is it so hard to believe that I feel the same way?”
“Well. Yeah,” Jungkook responded dumbly, to which Jimin broke out into a bubbly laughter.
“If I was really playing around,” said Jimin. “Would I do this?”
With an abrupt force, Jimin forced Jungkook back against one of the desks.
And then it was a whole new feeling entirely, as Jimin suddenly pressed his lips on Jungkook’s again, slowly coaxing him into a full, open-mouthed kiss. It was the first time Jungkook had done something so “adult-like”, as Jimin’s body pressed into his, this time making sure they were both fully feeling pleasure. Before he could help himself, Jungkook’s hands also reached up to feel Jimin’s bare skin, tugging and pulling at his clothes to feel more.
“Whoa,” Jungkook gasped. “We’re gonna get expelled if someone catches us.”
“Hey,” Jimin sighed in exhilaration against Jungkook’s lips. “Calm down a bit.”
“I don’t think I can,” Jungkook replied as he pulled Jimin right back in.
It was a long while before they broke apart again.
“Wow,” Jungkook repeated, eyes widened in disbelief, catching his breath.
“Yeah,” Jimin grinned. “Now do you believe me?”
“If I said no, would you do it again?” Jungkook asked cheekily.
“Brat,” Jimin giggled. He slapped Jungkook in the shoulders several, both beaming smiles of complete and utter happiness.
“You should go,” Jimin said abruptly, not really meaning it. “I’ll see you tonight for our…regular training?”
“But I like this better,” Jungkook couldn’t help but blurt.
He received yet another punch from Jimin. “Shut up. You should start going, you’re gonna be late for practice.”
“Yeah. I will.”
Despite their words, neither of them managed the willpower to get up.
“I don’t wanna move,” Jungkook mumbled, dazedly, smiling as he leaned back into the table, closing his eyes again.
“Me neither,” Jimin sighed happily against Jungkook’s chest, also shutting his eyes.
“Captain, you’re late,” Amy Saito, a female Chaser grinned when Jungkook entered the Quidditch pitch at last, adorned in red robes and Firebolt in hand. Not that they really cared, because more often than not Jungkook could do whatever he wanted when it came to the team. After all, he was their star player and Captain, not to mention he was easily the most dedicated player amongst all of them.
“What’s the plan today, cap?” Mike the Beater asked, while stretching out his arms and shoulders.
Jungkook smiled, his team’s eagerness immediately lighting up his spirits even more. “Let’s do the usual drills and then…wait, where’s Jane?”
Jungkook glanced at all the present faces in search of the Gryffindor Seeker, Jane Holmes, but she was nowhere to be seen.
“You don’t know yet, Captain?” Crystal Lee, the other Beater, stepped in.
Jungkook dodged the latter question. “Where is she?”
“She’s been ill,” Amy answered calmly. “For awhile now.”
“Awhile?” Jungkook asked, completely in shock of the news. “What happened? And since when?”
The Gryffindor team members exchanged defiant glances with one another, nodding as if they had something they badly wanted to report to their Captain.
“It started,” Francis Jones, another Chaser spoke, leaving pauses for dramatic effect. “Around the time of the Quidditch match against the Slytherins.”
Silence drifted through the locker room, as the insinuation slowly started settling in.
“Shortly after the game started she kept saying that she kept telling me didn’t feel very well,” Daniel Brown, the Keeper, explained. “Said her head was spinnin’ and some other stuff. I told her she was probably just nervous and it would be alright. Thought she seemed fine during most of the game.”
Jenny Williams, the last Chaser and final non-substitute member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, stepped in next.
“But we were wrong,” Jenny said, trembling as if the memory greatly haunted her. “When she got back to the dorm, she c-collapsed. Passed out right in front of me.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened at the former predicament. I had no idea… “Is she okay now?”
“She’s still being taken care of in the Hospital Wing right now,” Amy answered, shaking her head slowly. “But she seems to be recovering.”
“Do…do we know what happened yet?” Jungkook asked carefully.
Dead silence for a few seconds.
“Not quite,” Mike finally said. “They said someone might’ve cursed her or put something in her food when she wasn’t looking. And when we find out who did it, those Slytherins are gonna pay.”
“Whoa, whoa, hold on,” Jungkook interrupted. “How do we know it was a Slytherin who did it?”
Much to Jungkook’s displeasure, practically the entire team scoffed out loud.
“Who else would do something so cowardly like that?” Francis sneered. “On the day of our match too. Only a Slytherin would have the motive and the idiocy to actually carry through with it. What a coincidence that on the day our Seeker falls ill to some enchantment, their new Seeker with no prior experience whatsoever happens to best our own Captain. Seems oddly convenient to me.” The others nodded in firm agreement.
“That sly green Seeker,” Mike spat in disgust. “I heard he couldn’t even ride his broom properly until his 3rd year. Bet you he rode other things to get a position on that useless team.” Daniel, Francis and Crystal snickered at his words. Amy, however, scolded them for using such vulgar insinuations.
Jungkook, on the other hand, felt his heart ache as he remembered Jimin’s slightly pained smile right from the beginning, when he’d talked about how hard he’d tried to train all by himself, just so that he could be good enough to join the Slytherin Quidditch team. Jungkook tried not to show it on his face as he spoke next.
“Whatever the case, we can’t jump to a conclusion on our own until we get a conclusion from the Hospital Wing,” Jungkook said rationally. “Let’s just focus on our own practice for now.”
Jenny narrowed her eyes. “Jungkook, you’re not actually siding with them are you?”
“I never said that,” Jungkook stated firmly. “The point is, we don’t know yet. And that’s the truth.”
“What a true Gryffindor you are, Captain,” Mike said teasingly, rolling his eyes.
Amy stepped forwards and placed a reassuring hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “Don’t listen to them, Jungkook,” she said kindly. “You’re completely right. We’ve got to focus on practicing though. I’ll take care of it, don’t worry. We’ll work something out.”
Jungkook sighed in temporary relief. “Alright. Don’t think too much about it,” he told everyone. “Let’s just focus for now and play for Jane who can’t be here right now. We’ll all visit her together after the match. Come on, we’ll start with the usual drills.”
Everyone’s smile returned to their face at their Captain’s verdict, as they hurriedly grabbed their brooms and rushed out to the pit. Jungkook followed them, though not without an uneasy feeling in his stomach.
He couldn’t help feeling that just perhaps, there was a storm brewing up ahead.
“What’s wrong?” Jimin asked, pressing a cold can of cola to Jungkook’s cheek to get his attention.
Jungkook rubbed his face as he accepted the drink from Jimin, who was clutching a bag of Sugared Almonds of his own. Leaning on a fence by the Training Grounds, they took their break from flying, with snacks that Jimin had so generously provided.
“Nothing,” Jungkook answered, before taking a sip of his drink. “I’m fine.”
“Don’t lie to me Jungkook. You’ve been making that pouting face since earlier,” Jimin pointed out.
Jungkook was stunned. “You haven’t even known me for that long and you noticed that?”
“You haven’t known me for long,” Jimin pointed out. “But I’ve been watching you for awhile now.”
“Hmm? Why?” Jungkook asked, curious.
“Cause you were just soooo attractive I couldn’t help myself,” Jimin grinned. “Is that what you what me to say?”
Jungkook snorted. “I wouldn’t believe you anyway.” Though, he was blushing from ear to ear after hearing Jimin say those words, even if just in theory.
“Well, to be honest, I was first interested in you because I wanted to know who this super annoying guy from Gryffindor was,” said Jimin.
“I already know this part, ” Jungkook grumbled, not liking where this was going.
“And somehow, you just happened to be the exact type of person I enjoy messing with,” Jimin smiled. “Call it fate if you will.”
“So you are just messing with me after all,” Jungkook continued griping.
Jimin glanced at Jungkook from the side. Carefully, he shuffled himself so that he was leaned up against Jungkook’s shoulder, before flipping around so he was pressed on top of him.
“You’re still worried about that?” Jimin asked coyly, tilting his head mischievously as he leaned even closer, pressing his hands on Jungkook’s chest. “Haven’t I done enough convincing? What more do you want me to do?”
Jungkook gulped nervously. “Well…I…uh…”
Without even bothering to wait for Jungkook to regain his composure, Jimin dove in for a peck on Jungkook’s lips. Jungkook gasped, blinking rapidly in his flustered state as he avoided staring at Jimin directly in the eyes.
“You…you know, you’re really gonna start driving me crazy at this rate,” Jungkook mumbled.
“That’s the actual plan,” Jimin laughed softly, reaching up to cup Jungkook’s jaw and forcing him to fully take in his smug smile.
Jungkook felt his heart skip several beats. “Y-you don’t get it,” Jungkook kept spluttering. “It’s hard enough to believe that you’re even acknowledging me at all. Yet we’re like this…it’s too much…”
Jimin’s eyes widened for a moment, wondering if Jungkook even realized the weight of what he’d just confessed.
“Jungkook?” Jimin called.
“You should believe in yourself a little more,” Jimin whispered, before parting his lips and leaning in again, this time fluttering his eyes closed.
Needless to say, they didn’t get much more Quidditch practice after that.
The next few days at Hogwarts went by in pure bliss for Jeon Jungkook. In the mornings, he would zone out in all of his classes with a dazed expression on his face. And in the evenings, he would meet up with the (literal) magical being who caused them. It was bliss in every way, and Jimin brought him a new kind of happiness he never thought he could experience in his life. Every night, they would soar through the star canopy on their brooms together, challenging and taunting each, before landing and teaching each other a different kind of fiery passion–needless to say, neither got much proper sleep anymore.
Their romance remained a secret from all their acquaintances, as both believed they remained convincing in their pretense. Whenever they passed by each other in the halls, they would put on dedicated performances, fiercely glaring at each other and sometimes even throwing harsh insults at one another to fuel up the crowd. The audience always loved their antics: there was nothing more exciting than seeing the Gryffindor hero and the Slytherin fairy duke it out with each other. The irony was that none ever watched close enough to realize the truth.
Occasionally though, questions did arise from Jungkook’s sharper friends.
Jungkook was walking out of Potions one day when Kim Namjoon swooped by, clapping him on the back of the neck.
“So I heard you’ve been zoning out a lot in class lately,” Namjoon remarked, as they both merged into the rushing stream of students.
“What? No, I’m not,” Jungkook said quickly, not wanting to be exposed so soon. “Who told you that?”
“You sound awfully defensive for someone who has nothing to tell,” Namjoon smiled. “Besides, you’ve been acting weird for a while now. Probably ever since you lost that Quidditch game.”
“You guys already know I don’t care about that anymore,” Jungkook said.
“I know,” said Namjoon. “Because it’s not a negative aura. In fact, you’re practically glowing these days. We’ve all noticed. Well, most of us.”
Jungkook remained silent, not wanting to give any clues. Though, he was quite flattered that the others noticed the wonderful effect that came from being Park Jimin’s lover.
“So whose cute booty have you been ogling lately?” Namjoon asked bluntly.
Jungkook nearly tripped off the stairs.
“Where’d you get that from?!” Jungkook practically screamed in a rather unnatural tone.
“What? What else could it be?” Namjoon said pointedly. “You’re walking around with practical flower petals falling around you.”
“I’m not like that!” Jungkook yelped, slightly desperately.
Namjoon raised his hands up in surrender. “Fine, I’ll give it up.” But then, the surprisingly whimsical Ravenclaw lowered his voice. “You can just tell me. It’ll be our little secret.”
“Namjoon,” Jungkook said firmly. “I already said there’s nobody.”
“Alright, buddy. Whatever you say. I’ll pretend to believe it for now.”
The two were interrupted by a pair of younger Ravenclaw students practically barreling past them, nearly running Namjoon over.
“Whoa! What’s going on?” he yelped in surprise.
The two stopped in their tracks and showed apologetic looks before one of them said: “There’s a scuffle going on in the Courtyard! I think one of your Quidditch members is involved Cap! You should come too!” And then they were off again, anxious to see the drama.
Jungkook’s sighed. “This doesn’t sound good.” He glanced at Namjoon, who nodded in agreement as they too rushed to Courtyard.
A crowd had already gathered by the time they got there, circling around two people at the centre.
Namjoon narrowed his eyes. “Wait…is that…one of the Gryffindor Beaters?”
Jungkook jolted upon realizing that it was indeed none other than Crystal, the female Beater from the Gryffindor team. He left Namjoon’s side to get a better view. She was standing across from a male Slytherin student who Jungkook thought was slightly familiar, but couldn’t quite pinpoint. Thus, he concluded that it must’ve been a member of the Slytherin Quidditch team.
“You guys are a bunch of cowards, you know that?!” Crystal was screaming. “Cowards! I wish I could just punch the smug smiles off all of your faces.”
“Filthy savages,” the Slytherin spat in response, trying to stay calm but was clearly flustered by Crystal’s oppressiveness. “I already told you we don’t know anything about what you’re talking about. Now can we please stay civilized or is that something your bloodthirsty egomaniacs are incapable of?”
“Bastard!” A surge of gasps echoed through the crowd as Crystal suddenly pulled out her wand and pointed it directly at the Slytherin’s face.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Gryffindor,” the Slytherin spoke, holding his hands up in surrender though he was still grinning. “As soon as you so much as whisper a spell, you’re definitely going to get expelled.”
Crystal hesitated despite the menacing look that remained on her face. Seeing that her will to remain a Hogwarts student remained, Jungkook chose this moment to step in.
“Crystal!” he called. Whispers rustling through the crowd, undoubtedly noting the Captain’s sudden appearance. He rushed over to her and forced her to lower arm. “What are you doing?” he asked in a slightly more hushed tone.
“Oh, if it isn’t the ‘glorious’ Gryffindor Quidditch Captain himself,” the Slytherin called. “Gonna double team me? Wouldn’t be surprised considering you Gryffindors are all so brave.”
Crystal sneered as she brought her arm up again. “Listen, you—!”
“Stop it!” Jungkook tried desperately to hold her down.
“What’s going on here?” a new voice entered the chaos, a voice that Jungkook recognized all too well. The whispers commenced once again, and this time Jungkook actually caught the name.
“Oh my gosh, it’s Park Jimin.” he heard a girl whisper from right behind him.
And there he was, Park Jimin in all his glory, walking straight towards where Jungkook was trying to wrestle with his own teammate.
“You’re not bullying my junior, are you, Jungkook?” Jimin asked calmly, as if he were truly interrogating Jungkook.
“No!” Jungkook cried, as Crystal tore her arm free. But this time, she kept her wand down. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on either but you Slytherins should also back off.” Jimin narrowed his eyes menacingly. Jungkook felt his blood run cold.
“Well, you heard the guy,” Jimin said suddenly. “Let’s not make a scene. That goes for all of you. No one’s getting expelled so pack it up. Please.”
Murmurs broke through the crowd as Jimin guided his junior away, disappearing back into the hallways. Everyone followed his lead, realizing that the drama was now over, leaving very few students behind in the Courtyard.
“They did it, Captain,” Crystal said suddenly.
Jungkook’s attention was immediately focused on her. “What?”
“They cursed Jane,” Crystal spoke, her voice filled with hatred. “Amy asked the nurses in the Hospital Wing today, and they said it was a wizard-induced curse meant to disorient the victim. And because it was difficult spell that was probably not perfected by caster, the side-effects were severe and…” Her breath hitched in her throat, only to be replaced with a menacing expression on her face.
“Wait! Calm down,” Jungkook tried. “Just because a student cast it doesn’t mean it was necessarily a Slytherin.”
Crystal scoffed. “Why are you trying to fool yourself, Captain?” she spoke harshly. “What’s with you? You’re awfully protective of those snakes lately.”
“I–I’m not!” Jungkook replied, suddenly feeling defensive.
“No one else has a motive,” Crystal snapped. “It has to be them and their snooty team.”
“You can’t jump to conclusion like that—”
And suddenly, Crystal was turning on Jungkook, her spite directed entirely towards him.
“Why are you trying to be reasonable at a time like this?!” Crystal was nearly screaming. “They could’ve killed my best friend, don’t you realize? What if she’d fallen off her broom? You used to hate the Slytherins as much as we do, what happened? You even told us to never trust them! So why are you trying to give them the benefit of the doubt now when the answer is so obvious? Their entire team clearly planned this. They were all in on it!”
She turned away in anger, huffing madly. “I swear to god we’re gonna do something about this, even if you don’t.”
And then she disappeared, leaving Jungkook to slump down in confusion. A mess of thoughts tangled up his mind. Try as he might, it seemed nearly impossible to decipher the chaos that had just been displayed in front of him.
Above all, the ominous thought of Jimin himself potentially being involved in the harming of his own teammate was awfully unsettling.
That night, unlike usual, Jimin didn’t seem too happy to see Jungkook.
“Hey…” he said cautiously. “Is everything okay…?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Jimin reciprocated. “That was…kind of a lot that happened this morning.”
“Yeah,” Jungkook sighed. “Yeah, there was.”
“You don’t actually hate me, do you?”
Jungkook was taken aback at the sudden question.
“Us, I guess I should say,” Jimin reiterated. “Us, as Slytherins. Was what your Beater said back there really true? About you telling everyoneto not trust Slytherins?”
“You heard?” Jungkook asked, surprised that Jimin was still hanging around.
Never before had Jimin looked so exhausted. “So it’s true?” he asked again. “You know we didn’t do it, right? I have no idea what she was talking about. Whoever did it, it wasn’t us. We would never do something like that just to win. We’re better than that.”
Jimin’s sincerity reassured Jungkook entirely. “I believe you,” he said calmly.
“So you don’t hate us right?” Jimin asked again.
Jungkook nervously scratched the back of his nape, wondering how he should answer. “Well, I’m not gonna lie to you…and you know that before I wasn’t exactly fond of Slytherins. But after talking to Yoongi a lot and getting closer to you, I think that’s somewhat changed now.”
But Jimin wasn’t convinced. “I’m starting to wonder if I’m just an exception…”
“Does that matter though?” Jungkook said. “I still like you, no matter what you are.”
Wrong answer, as indicated by the slightly angry look Jimin threw at Jungkook.
“You don’t get it, do you?” Jimin spoke slowly. “These people are my friends, they’re practically my family. They were there for me before I met you, and probably will be long after if you ever leave me. And it hurts to hear you talk badly about them like that…because frankly, I’m part of them.”
Jungkook felt a surge of guilt, remembering how genuinely happy Jimin was every time he was amongst the Slytherins.
“That’s not what I meant—” Jungkook tried.
“I am a Slytherin, after all,” Jimin stated firmly. “And I always will be.”
Though he opened his mouth to respond, Jungkook found that no words were coming out. Perhaps, an inner part of him knew that Jimin was right. As he much as he adored and loved Jimin as a person, perhaps there was always a part of him that wished Jimin wasn’t a Slytherin, just so that it would be easier for them both.
But the more he thought about it within those few seconds, the more he knew that he had been wrong.
“No,” Jungkook said firmly. “Being a Slytherin is a part of you. It made you into who you are today. And if you weren’t the person you are now then maybe I would’ve never fallen for you.”
Jimin looked up, surprised at Jungkook’s ability to say such words.
Jungkook reached his arm around Jimin, pulling him closer. “I know how you feel,” Jungkook said calmly. “Before I knew you, it didn’t matter. But after I came to care for you, whenever my friends badmouthed the Slytherins, it didn’t feel right at all. Because I felt like they were talking about you.”
Jungkook pulled the wide eyed Jimin closer, making sure he understood all that he was trying to profess.
“I really like you, Jimin. All of you. Slytherin and all,” Jungkook spoke, with a confidence he didn’t know he possessed. “And it’s going to take me awhile to change completely but I promise I’m trying. Because I don’t want to make you upset anymore.”
Jungkook pulled Jimin into his arms, holding him tightly, this time trying to make him physically feel what he was trying to say. And it seemed to work, when Jimin reciprocated by reaching his hands up to grapple into Jungkook’s robes, nuzzling his face into his chest.
“I really like you too,” Jimin was murmuring into Jungkook’s chest. They remained like that for a while, feeling each other’s rampant heart beats through their clothes.
Jungkook leaned his face into Jimin’s hand, stroking his blonde hair gently. “I promise things will work out,” he spoke. “Whoever did it, I’ll find them. And we’ll settle it properly.”
“Since when did you get so good at talking?” Jimin mumbled.
“I learn from the best,” Jungkook grinned, slightly pulling away so he could gaze into Jimin’s blushing face.
“You should act like this more often,” Jungkook teased. “You’re a lot cuter this way.”
Annoyed, Jimin huffed as he pushed a smirking Jungkook away. “I’m not supposed to be the cute one,” Jimin declared. “Anyways, enough of this. We should practice.”
“Yeah, we haven’t done that properly in a while,” Jungkook noted, hand subconsciously slithering onto Jimin’s waist.
“Hmm, I wonder why,” Jimin said, as he immediately grappled onto his clothes and leaned into Jungkook’s neck with parted lips.
“Stop!” Jungkook yelped, blushing. He knew that if he let Jimin continue, it would never stop.
“Sorry,” Jimin smiled innocently, as they walked off together to get their brooms.
“Oi, Captain. You’ve got even better at flying recently,” said Francis. “And that’s saying something.”
The two of them landed on the pitch behind the rest of the team, ready to put away their brooms after a long and fruitful practice.
“Thanks,” Jungkook smiled, glad that his late night practices with Jimin had visible results.
“How do you do it?!” Francis was gawking. “I wish I could even be half as good as you!”
The endless compliments and sweet talk continued on like that as they changed back into their uniforms in the locker rooms. Even after they’d left, Francis was still going on and on about how much he appreciated and adored the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain.
“Captain! A word with you please!”
Jungkook turned around to see Amy with some documents in her hands, rushing up to him with an excited expression.
“Oh, this,” Francis smiled, nodding knowingly. “They already told me about it earlier. She’ll catch you up on it. I’ll see you guys later!” With a final wave, he left the corridors to head back to the Common Room.
“What’s up?” said Jungkook.
“Don’t worry about the details, Captain,” Amy smiled reassuringly. “You’ve got enough on your mind I wouldn’t want to stress you out even more. We’ve got a plan and we’re asking permission from the professors to get to the bottom of this. Basically, to find out if the Slytherins were truly guilty. As the Captain, we need your agreement to carry through with it.” She held a quill and a thin stack of papers out to Jungkook.
“Well, what is the plan?” Jungkook asked, confused.
“Just an investigation of sorts,” said Amy. “You’ve got other things to worry about so let us, your lackies, take care of it.”
“You guys aren’t my lackies,” Jungkook grinned. “Besides, why don’t you let me in on it? I’m sure I can help.”
“Huh,” said Amy, tilting her head. “You didn’t strike me as the deductive type.”
The captain shrugged. “Well I don’t really have anything else to do.”
“That’s a lie. I’m sure you have a bunch of things to do.”
“Fine then. Have you got a date for the ball yet?”
Jungkook visibly froze. Oh yeah…the Seasonal Formal…It hadn’t been too long since Hogwarts adapted this new tradition, but many students figured it would be much more sensible than waiting for the grand Yule Ball every few years.
“It would be super embarrassing for the Gryffindor poster boy to show up without a date, don’t you think?” Amy was smiling from ear to ear, realizing that she’d hit the mark.
“That’s not exactly the problem,” Jungkook replied. For he knew there was one and only one person he wanted to ask out to the ball, but of course, asking this person would come with numerous consequences he had to sort out first.
“I’d offer to go with you,” Amy was still smiling. “But you’re not really my type. Plus, I wouldn’t want to be hexed by your fans. It would be terrifying to get through Francis alone.”
“It’s fine,” Jungkook mumbled, already nonchalantly signing the papers as his mind was already drifting elsewhere. “I’ll figure it out…hopefully.”
“Alright, whatever you say, Captain,” said Amy. “Anyways, thanks for the permission. We’ll see you next practice!”
“Yeah, see you,” Jungkook responded, staring straight ahead. Amy was right—suddenly he had a whole new set of problems to deal with, and they were certainly problems he could not solve all alone.
“I thought I was done helping you with your love life,” Min Yoongi sighed, leaning back into his seat in the familiar, empty classroom.
Jungkook attempted his best puppy eyes. “One more time, please. I’m desperate this time.”
Yoongi raised his eyebrow, smirking. “Interesting. Is that how you beg him too?”
“What?!” Jungkook yelped, flustered. “Anyways, can you help or not?”
Another long sigh. “Do I have a choice?”
Not wasting another second, Jungkook immediately sprang into thoroughly describing his dilemma of wanting to ask Jimin out to the formal but also still wanting to maintain their cover due to the continually rising tension between their houses.
This time, however, Yoongi was less understanding.
“I don’t get it,” Yoongi spoke, while leaning his scrutinized face into his hand. “Why do you have to worry about asking him out? Even if unspoken, isn’t it just a given that you two are going together?”
Jungkook stared at Yoongi as if he was the crazy one. “You can’t just ask him out. He’s Park Jimin.”
“Jungkook. He’s your boyfriend.” Yoongi rolled his eyes, clearly done with this part of Jungkook’s issue. “Anyways,” he said, eager to move on. “The point is, you want a way to make him your date without revealing to the school that you two are dating, correct?”
“Yeah, that sounds about right,” said Jungkook.
“Listen,” said Yoongi patiently. “For the last time, he’s your boyfriend. Just ask him out, and I’m sure that you two will figure it out together…or at least, he will. The point is, you don’t need me.”
The look Yoongi received was as if he’d recited an ancient spell in a foreign language.
“I can’t just ask him out,” Jungkook repeated, almost like a mantra at this point.
Yoongi opened his mouth to say something, then closed it, then instead chose to say “Just. Do it.” as patiently as could. “This isn’t prom. It’s a formal. It doesn’t have to be fancy.”
“What’s a prom?” Jungkook asked.
“Never mind,” Yoongi sighed. “Anyways, I’ve got somewhere to be. Believe in yourself, and don’t overthink it.”
“But I—” Jungkook stopped midsentence.
“Something wrong?” Yoongi asked.
“Well, it’s funny cause…Jimin told me the exact same thing a few days ago,” Jungkook admitted.
“Told you what?”
“To believe in myself. Whatever that means.”
Yoongi grinned. “What happened to the old boy who always said ‘It’ll be fine, I’m Jeon Jungkook.’? Anyways, good luck,” Yoongi said, as he opened the classroom door. “Not that you’ll need it but I’m saying it just in case. And also, don’t forget: just keep it simple.” With one last nod, he slipped behind the door and disappeared.
Jungkook stared at the place where his Slytherin mentor had just been, both reassured yet confused at the same time.
“I’ll…try,” Jungkook muttered for no one in particular to hear.
“Jungkook, what is this?” Park Jimin asked, mouth wide open as he took in the sight before him.
“The Room of Requirement,” Jungkook answered simply. “It’s—”
“No. Jeon Jungkook, no,” Jimin repeated. He was blinking flusteredly unlike he had in a long while. “What is that?” He gestured vaguely in front of him.
Jungkook gulped, trying to read Jimin’s expression. He was lying sprawled on a white satin cushioned bed in what he personally thought was his sexiest pose. His hair was pushed back and he was desperately trying to maintain what should’ve been a sultry expression. Dancing around in sparkles in front of him were the words “DO YOU WANT TO GO TO FORMAL WITH ME?” in giant letters. Not to mention, there was pink and silver confetti continuously raining from the ceiling. And to top in all off, the entire room smelled of the roses that were littered everywhere.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you to keep things simple?” Jimin said, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice.
“No,” Jungkook lied, momentarily breaking his pose to push the excess confetti away from his crotch.
Jimin’s grin was widening. “Don’t you think this is defiling the Room of Requirement a bit much?”
“I just walked in,” Jungkook said innocently, which only made Jimin snort even louder.
“Well, at least now we both know what your true desires are,” Jimin smiled, moving closer to Jungkook. “It certainly looks elaborate.”
“Is it working?” Jungkook asked dumbly.
“What do you think?” Jimin replied, suddenly close enough so that his hand was lightly pressed on Jungkook’s thigh.
Please say yes. Please say yes. Jungkook prayed internally.
“You should’ve been this honest all along,” Jimin spoke, as he leaned in and pecked Jungkook on the lips. “Of course, it’s a yes. Now can you get out of that ridiculous pose?”
Jungkook was more than eager to scramble out of the awkward position, immediately seating himself next to Jimin on the bed.
“What do we do about our cover though?” Jungkook asked.
But Jimin was already preoccupied with other things, such as grabbing onto Jungkook’s robe and nuzzling his lips into where Jungkook’s skin was bare. “I’ll figure something out,” he murmured.
“Whoa, wait. What are you doing in the Room of Requirement?” Jungkook said suddenly, pulling Jimin’s hands away. “You know we have D.A meetings in here right?”
“Yeah, but it’s different now,” Jimin protested, eager to continue.
“But we—wait, stop!—we should relocate,” said Jungkook. “It’ll be weird later when I have to be here for meetings. How am I supposed to practice casting spells when I realize–you know.”
Jungkook promptly received a pout which was more or less one of the most adorable things he’d seen in his life. “You know you can be a stickler for the strangest details.”
Jungkook scratched his hair, frowning, wondering to do to please Jimin. At last, he came up with the best compromise.
“…I’ll carry you out?”
The next morning was quiet morning. Jungkook’s heart felt at ease and he hadn’t felt happier in a long while. He practically skipped down the stairs after he got ready, trying to keep a smile from appearing on his face so as to not be completely obvious.
Naturally, his mood was only lifted when he saw that waiting at the bottom of the stairs leading to the Gryffindor Common Room was none other than Park Jimin himself.
He was greeted with a pretty smile that still never failed to make his heart skip a beat. Glancing around to make sure that no one was watching too carefully, he quickly and discreetly rushed to his lover’s side.
“What are you doing here?” Jungkook whispered as they started walking towards a more secluded hallway. “Don’t you have class soon?”
“I wanted to see you,” Jimin said, as if it was the most casual thing in the world.
“Don’t tell your plan is to blow our cover so we won’t have one when the formal comes around,” Jungkook said with widened eyes.
“Nah, I’m still working on that,” Jimin said. “For some reason, I just wanted to see you earlier today.”
Jungkook nodded, as he had experienced the same feeling on countless other mornings. “I appreciate it,” he said.
“Maybe you should give me a reward for it,” Jimin said coyly, still walking straight ahead.
Jungkook smirked. He knew he probably wouldn’t even think twice if Jimin told him to jump off a broom at a high altitude with that voice.
But somehow, he loved it.
Looking around to make absolutely sure no one else was around, Jungkook swiftly leaned over and gave Jimin and firm and loud peck on the cheek.
“How’s that?” he smiled, heart thumping in his chest.
“Suddenly this became the best idea ever,” Jimin grinned. In another quick and natural move, Jimin quickly slipped his fingers though Jungkook’s as they continued walking side by side.
Jungkook gasped at the sudden contact. “We’ve never done that before.”
“Oh my god, Jungkook. I’m just holding your hand,” said Jimin.
“But what if someone walks by?” Jungkook replied worriedly. It was the peak of morning hours, and eventually, someone would certainly pass by through this hall in order to get to class.
“Then we let go of each other,” Jimin said calmly. “Relax. Just enjoy it for once.”
Gulping, Jungkook decided to abide by Jimin’s orders and allowed himself to breathe. And after a few seconds, he realized that Jimin was right. He could feel every tingle from where their fingers touched, and it was a great feeling. What’s more, it was a feeling that indicated that Jimin was right beside him, which made it all the more comforting. They walked on in silence, though this time, the smile on their faces were more than evident. For the short moment, they were able to experience what is like to be any other couple in love—where a simple touch was enough to portray all the warmth in the world.
Upon reaching the hallway that led to the Great Hall, the student traffic had suddenly increased. Hesitantly, their hands slipped apart. Stealing final glances at each other, Jimin and Jungkook parted ways and became lost to one another as they merged into the crowd. Jungkook exhaled as if he had been holding his breath this entire time, his heart still beating rapidly as he felt himself already yearning for the evening to quickly arrive so he could see Jimin again.
He took his usual seat by the boys, half of whom were already present. Taehyung and Hoseok were caught in their usual banter while Yoongi was quietly reading up on something beside them.
“Morning!” Jungkook greeted, brightly taking his seat beside Taehyung and even flashing a pleasant smile.
“Oh my god, he’s shining,” Hoseok gawked. “Why though?”
“Bruh, did you copulate with a phoenix last night or something?” Taehyung asked, mockingly shielding his eyes.
Jungkook glanced at Yoongi, who gave him a quick side eyes as if to say “Close enough”. At this point, the Ravenclaws arrived at the table, and Jungkook nodded politely to them before turning back to defend himself.
“You guys say really strange things these days,” Jungkook said, dodging the accusation.
“Oh, we’re not the strange ones, Jungkookie,” Taehyung kept going. “You’re the one with the unearthly glow.”
“I wonder it is, hmm?” Hoseok grinned, also not letting it go. “What could it possibly be that caused him to be like this, hmmm?”
“Enough,” Namjoon interjected. “If he doesn’t want to talk about, we shouldn’t push it.” Though his words were convincing, the wiggle of his eyebrows that he showed to Jungkook afterwards was not.
“I’m kind of curious too actually,” Seokjin spoke for the first time since Jungkook arrived, twirling his fork between his fingers. “All Jungkook does eat, sleep and practice Quidditch. What could he possible have done differently these days that’s making so visibly happy like this? Hey, Yoongi, what do you think?” Jungkook and Yoongi froze, trying to avoid eye contact with each other to make it less obvious.
Yoongi cleared his throat. “How would I know? Don’t involve me in your stupid deduction games.”
“Waah, you’re so harsh to your juniors. Can’t you even pretend to be a little interested?” Seokjin drawled.
“Trust me. I’ve done more than enough,” Yoongi grumbled.
“Fine, stay boring,” Seokjin tsked. “So Jungkook, who’s the sweetie?”
“What?!” Jungkook gaped.
“Wow, Kim Seokjin, you’re so basic,” Taehyung reprimanded. “Jungkook finally finds happiness and you automatically assume it has to do with booty. There are other ways to get the glow of happiness, you know.”
“Yeah…” Hoseok mused. “Isn’t it funny how it’s the two Ravenclaws who keep insisting he’s dating someone? I mean, come on guys, you’re supposed to be the smart ones here.”
“Okay, but in my defense, Jungkook is a very basic lad–”
“Guys, can I just speak for myself?!” Jungkook sighed. “I already told you guys. I don’t have a girlfriend!” Which was the truth. Kind of.
“Maybe he beat Park Jimin in a fight or something,” Taehyung snorted suddenly, which caused Hoseok to burst out into laughing, slapping Taehyung repeatedly on the back in excitement.
“Yeah, which reminds me,” Taehyung continued. “I walked in on them fighting the other day. He was all–”
“That’s enough, Tae!” Jungkook cut in quickly.
“While we’re on this topic Jungkook,” Seokjin spoke. “Maybe it’s time you get over your grudge for Park Jimin and focus on your happiness instead. Harbouring such hurtful intentions all the time can’t be a good thing.”
Namjoon nodded agreeingly. “You should try…bonding with him sometime. Maybe over a cup of tea and a nice, civilized conversation.”
Taehyung, Hoseok and Yoongi all simultaneously bent their heads down to contain their laughter, though Yoongi’s reason was probably different than the others.
Taehyung was the one to speak up first (being awfully talkative that morning). “Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook. Bonding? Can you imagine?” He couldn’t even finish his train of throat, as the rest of it was choked out by the sound of his wheezing laugh.
“Again, I thought you Ravenclaws were supposed to be the intellectuals here,” Hoseok grinned, much to the offense of both Namjoon and Seokjin.
“To be honest, I’d pay to see that. Bonding,” Taehyung was grinning from ear to ear. “Witness the end carnage as they try to rip each other’s tongues out.”
“Mmm, don’t think that’s what you think it means,” Yoongi whispered quietly from the side so only Jungkook could hear. He received the glare he deserved.
“You guys are so immature,” Seokjin scoffed. “Adults look past their differences and grow up.”
“It’s not that they’re different though. It’s that they’re too different,” said Hoseok. “A Gryffindor and a Slytherin. It would never work out. Even if they got together initially for the excitement or whatever, they would break up eventually. It’s too opposite, it would never work.”
“Can we stop talking about this?” Yoongi tried, evidently being the only one noticing that Jungkook’s was slowing beginning to sink further and further into despair
A new voice entering the fray jolted them to attention, as they all turned to see Gryffindor Chaser Amy standing before them with a radiant smile on her face.
“Oh, hey Amy!” Jungkook waved. “You look happy.”
“Not as happy as you though,” Yoongi mumbled under his breath.
“The team’s request got approved!” Amy announced happily. “This is all thanks to you, Captain! We’re going to finish this with the Slytherins once and for all.”
Jungkook’s expression also lit up at the sudden news. “No way! Did we figure out who did it?”
Amy shook her head. “It’s way better than that,” she smiled. “Look, Madame Hooch is just about to make the announcement.” She pointed towards the front of the Great Hall, where surely enough, there stood Madame Hooch with her wand directed at her throat.
“Attention all students!” she declared. Jungkook couldn’t help but think her natural Quidditch coach voice relieved her of a need for her wand.
“It has come to my attention that the Quidditch match between the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams were not performed according to regulations and as a result, the teams were not at equal advantage,” she spoke slowly and clearly.
“Of course they weren’t,” Jungkook heard someone snicker close to them. “Jeon Jungkook’s on one of the teams, of course it’s not even.”
“The Seeker of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team is currently in critical condition, as a result of a careless spell caused by an unidentified caster,” Madame Hooch continued explaining. “It has been confirmed that the Seeker’s condition was indeed unstable during and after the game, thus jeopardizing her ability to play normally. Upon request from the disadvantaged team themselves and validation of the Seeker’s injury, we have agreed to wipe the former results from the records and redo the match a week from today. That is the final verdict. I will see you all soon.”
Uproar burst from the Great Hall as Madame Hooch left the stage, the students not hesitating to express their emotions at the sudden news. Some were overjoyed, others outraged. Amy was smiling in pure excitement when suddenly Jeon Jungkook grabbed her arm and swung her around to face him.
“Come with me,” he said affirmatively.
At once, he pulled her away from the chaotic Great Hall, doing everything he could to avoid the eyes and whispers that were surrounding them. He rounded into a deserted corridor where he immediately confronted her.
“What is this?! This is not what you told me it would be!” Jungkook exclaimed in horror, grabber the Chaser’s shoulders.
“What’s wrong, Captain? We’re getting to the bottom of it, just as you wanted us to,” said Amy.
“How is this gonna get to the bottom of anything?” Jungkook very nearly screeched. “If anything, it’s gonna create even bigger conflicts between us and the Slytherins?”
“Captain, if we win this time. It’ll prove that they can’t do anything without their sneaky tricks! It’s like a rematch due to obscure conditions. I mean, even Madame Hooch approved.”
Jungkook shook his head rapidly. “No. No. This just makes us look like bitter people who can’t stand to lose.”
“Relax, Captain. All will be revealed when we wipe them next week. No one will be saying that then,” Amy replied smugly.
“What if it actually isn’t them Amy? What then?” Jungkook retorted. “Did any of you guys actually think of that possibility? What does that make us then?”
“Well maybe it’s okay to look like the bad guys for once, especially if it means justice in the end,” Amy said calmly. “Besides, Captain, don’t you remember how you felt when he outsmarted you in that game? Shouldn’t you be the one grateful for a rematch beyond all of us?”
Upon the reminder, the surge of embarrassment washed over Jungkook as he remembered the utter humiliation when Jimin revealed that Snitch for the first time, and how completely defeated he felt. At the time, he would’ve done practically anything for a second chance. For a moment, he let himself revel in that desire for vengeance–
–until he remembered how vibrantly Jimin had smiled at him just this morning.
“I…really don’t think this is a good idea,” Jungkook said desperately.
“Don’t worry, Captain. We all agreed this would be for the best,” Amy reassured. “Besides, if they’re confident in their skill, then there shouldn’t be anything wrong with this match.”
“This isn’t going to work,” Jungkook said firmly. “I’m going to go revoke this decision right now.”
“Wait, you can’t!” Amy exclaimed, pulling him back. “The final verdict was already declared. In front of everyone. That’ll just makes us look like cowards who backed out a challenge.”
“Listen–I don’t care.” Jungkook stated. “All I wanted was us to investigate this: fair and square. I don’t wanna win in this underhanded way.”
Jungkook was about to leave to talk to the professors when Amy crossed her arm and glared defiantly at her captain.
“Wow. In the end, this is about protecting the Slytherins, isn’t it?” Amy said suddenly, bringing up the provocative subject without hesitation.
“Not you too,” Jungkook groaned. “For the last time, that’s not what it is.”
“You know ever since you lost that last game to them, you’ve been a lot nicer when it comes to them,” Amy kept going. “Is this your way of giving up? You decided you can’t beat them so you decide to suck up to them?”
The words triggered Jungkook in the worst possible ways, and he had to do everything he could to give everything from boiling up and erupting over.
“It’s a shame, Captain,” Amy continued, her voice surprisingly. “We all trusted you. We thought you knew best. Clearly you’re just a cop-out when it comes to things that actually matter.”
“How does trying to do this the right way make me the bad guy?” Jungkook growled defensively.
Amy let out a sigh. “Listen. I wasn’t going to bring this up, but I guess I have to. Since you’re being so goddamn stubborn.”
Jungkook starred with widened eyes as Amy pulled something out of her robes. She handed it over, and when Jungkook realized what it was, his entire body went rigid:
It was a photograph of him and Jimin in one of their evening at the Training Grounds. The photo started off with them on their brooms with ecstatic smiles on their faces, before mounting off together and launching to the skies.
“You–how did you get this?” Jungkook asked, hands trembling.
Amy shrugged. “In a typical manner, I couldn’t sleep one night so I decided to walk it off. When I reached the Training Grounds I saw something quite…unbelievable. So I summoned my camera and decided to bring it up later.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you knew?”
“I trusted you, Captain. I was sure there was a good reason why you were hanging out with one of them after hours. So I didn’t say anything. But now…I’m not so sure anymore. Unless you can tell what that’s all about.”
Jungkook was in complete panic.What should I do? What should I do? Should I just come clean? But she still trusts me…maybe I should…
“Amy, listen to me,” Jungkook spoke. “I can explain this….eventually. It’s not what you think it is.”
She was not convinced. “Tell me why does this exist?”
“B-because I–I–” Jungkook stuttered helplessly. Normally, he would’ve gone on his usual rant about how much he hated Slytherins and how he could never trust them (echoing the sentiments of his friends), but he found he didn’t have the heart to do it.
Jungkook sighed, letting his shoulders relax into a posture of surrender.
“Fine,” said Jungkook. “It’s because we’ve been–that is, Jimin and I, we’ve–we’ve been–”
“Oh, look! It’s the nasty Captain and one of his freeloading teammates!” came a nasty jeer from behind them. The two Gryffindors turned around to see two members of the Slytherin Quidditch Team–namely the Keeper and a Beater–walking up to them. Their angered and frustrated expressions clearly indicated their displeasurement with the announcement, and they were about to act on that.
“It’s never enough for you Gryffindors, is it?” one of them snided. “You guys can’t even lose once without asking for a redo? How pathetic.”
“You heard Madame Hooch,” Amy replied. “This was a final verdict decided by all the professors after thorough investigation.”
“We didn’t do it,” the other one replied. “You know we didn’t. Especially since your captain’s been all friendly with our Seeker lately.”
Amy’s expression stiffened as Jungkook’s eyes widened.
“You guys know about that?” Jungkook blurted without thinking.
“Of course we know about it,” the Keeper snarled. “We planned it.”
It was as if they’d driven a knife through Jungkook’s chest with those words, as if all his worst nightmares were coming true all at once.
“What are you talking about?” Jungkook had to clarified, trying to keep the unstableness out of his voice.
“Did you really think someone like him would normally hang out with a coward like you?” she continued speaking. The pain in Jungkook’s chest only intensified, his heart being crushed from within. “We told him to befriend you so he could get an inside look at your flying techniques and how you guys train and strategize.”
Jungkook felt faint. All the bubbly laughter beneath the starry skies. The rush that they experienced as they flew by one another on their brooms–it was all part of a con.
She scoffed suddenly. “Despite that you probably considered him his friend in the end, you still wasted no time in backstabbing him, huh? What a lowlife.”
Jungkook was at a definite loss for words. “You–why–did you guys really have to do it like that?”
The Beater rolled his eyes. “Look, it was supposed to be all fun and games, okay? To wipe that smug smile you have on your face all the time. You treat all the Slytherins like they’re beneath you and we figured it was time to get back at you. Turns out we’re right in doing so.”
The Keeper nudged her friend. “That’s enough. At the very least, we managed to get that traumatized look out of him,,” she smirked. “We’ll see you maggots on the pitch. And you best bet we’re going to crush you all over again.”
And with that, they left in a flurry as the Gryffindors remained, stunned in complete discouragement.
Amy slipped a hand onto Jungkook’s shoulder, who was still standing with his head bent in shame.
“Hey, I’m sorry,” she said cautiously. “I had no idea it was something like that.”
“It’s fine,” Jungkook replied quickly, still not raising his head. “I’ll be fine.”
She let out another sigh, giving him a quick pat before retreating slightly. “I won’t say I told you so, but you know what? At least you’ve got no more reason to go easy on them next week.”
One final pat and she was gone, leaving Jungkook alone to drown within the horrible revelations that had just been made. But in fact, he knew that there was only one thing left to do. And despite himself, Jungkook felt his fists clenching as thoughts from the past resurfaced once again, stronger than ever before in order to counter the effects of his heart bring completely broken apart.
I should’ve known…
That night, the sky no longer glimmered beautifully with stars like it usually did, but was pitch dark as if there truly was no hope left. The trees in the distance felt more ominous than ever before, their shadows casting ugly twists and gnarls onto the ground.
As expected, Park Jimin was still waiting for him in the distance, leaning on the fence with his arms crossed, clearly not in his usual mood. Jungkook too approached him with no hesitation, eyebrows furled and ready to confront.
When he was finally next to Jimin, they stood in silence for a moment, neither wanting to deliver the first greeting.
“Hey,” Jimin said at last, monotonously.
“Hey,” came the emotionless response.
“I suppose you have no more excuse this time?” Jimin inquired.
“Would it change anything even if I did?” Jungkook retorted
“You’re right. Your signature was on the request forms after all,” Jimin sighed. “I really did believe you, you know, when you said you’d try to change for me. But in the end, you’re still the exact same. You’re still the same competitive child who has to win no matter what it takes.”
At this point, Jungkook finally turned on Jimin. “Why are you saying that? Acting like you trusted me. As if you’re the one walking the high road. Give it up. The con’s over. Why should I change for someone who was trying to use me all along?”
Jimin’s livid eyes met with Jungkook’s. “What are you on about?”
“Your Slytherin friends told me everything,” said Jungkook. “How you only got close to me so you could take advantage of the team.”
Jimin’s eyes widened for a moment. “Jungkook, that’s–you would believe others that easily instead of me?”
“Well, did you do it or not?
Jimin hesitated. “Yes. But only in the beginning because I–”
“Then I guess I have no regret in making the decision I did,” Jungkook uttered harshly, wanting to make Jimin feel the same pain he was experiencing. He didn’t care anymore, he didn’t want to explain anything. He just wanted to get this over with. And it took a few seconds, but the blankness is Jimin’s eyes were immediately replaced with undeniable melancholic anger.
“It’s a shame, you know,” Jungkook said. He was having great difficulty in keeping his voice stable at this point. “I genuinely enjoyed the time we had together.”
“Likewise,” Jimin replied with a tone of bitterness.
“You don’t get it, do you?” Jungkook raised his voice slightly, getting frustrated. “It wasn’t just a game for me. I genuinely…I really did…I really loved you, did you know that?” His voice was trembling now, but only ever so subtly.
Jimin paused for a moment, as if he was momentarily shocked by Jungkook’s rash confession now of all time, but quickly shielded it with a disappointed look.
“If you had truly loved me, Jungkook,” Jimin spoke, his voice surprisingly calm. “Then you would’ve let me have my moment in the light.”
“Captain? Are you alright? You look like you’re gonna fall apart any second.”
Last night was torture for Jungkook. Within a split second, Park Jimin was no longer his lover. The entire reason behind happiness for the past few months turned out to be a complete lie. He had tossed and turned on in his bed sheets, unable to fall asleep. His friends had been right all along—Slytherins couldn’t be trusted, and somehow he had been completely blinded by the one right in front of him all along. But he knew it was futile to regret at and this point. He could only seal away those memories for now, and use his disgrace to fuel his desire to defeat the Slytherins in the upcoming match.
Jungkook looked up to see his team surrounding him, concerned looks on their faces. Jenny offered a gentle hand to help him up from his seat, which he sluggishly accepted.
“You look terrible,” Crystal sympathized, her eyes quavering for her Captain.
“Don’t worry about it for now, I’ll be okay,” Jungkook sighed, brushing off his clothes and grabbing his broom. “Let’s go with the usual regime then.” At the very least it’ll get my mind off everything.
To his surprise, no one moved.
“Um, Captain?” Mike spoke up. “One small problem.”
Jungkook raised an eyebrow, wondering what the issue was.
“We don’t have a Seeker anymore, if you remember,” Mike reminded, sounding quite miserable. “I mean we have substitute Chasers but no one besides Jane could play that position.” The mention of her name immediately cast a mournful aura over the entire team.
A blank stare from Jungkook as he watched his team, the alternative immediately forming in his mind.
“I think we do have someone who can take over the Seeker position actually,” Jungkook announced suddenly.
“Really?” Francis asked. “Who?”
But as they looked immediately in front of them, smiles slowly cracked upon their faces, as the answer slowly becoming obvious.
“Me,” the Captain responded at once, with a slight grin.
Out on the pitch, Jungkook almost forgot everything that had happened. His teammates were once again in complete awe by his skills. When it came to flying skills, few rivaled the Gryffindor Captain in the first place at their level. However, his flight as a Seeker rather than a Chaser allowed him much more freedom, his patterns even more captivating to the eye than usual. The way he dodged obstacles, cut tight corners and looped through narrow alleyways at incredibly agile speeds stunned his teammates as they couldn’t help but stop and watch. Within only a few minutes of practice, the Gryffindor Team had no qualm in accepting their new temporary Seeker, certain that he would undoubtedly shine in the role like usual.
When practice finally came to a finish, the Gryffindor team seemed ablaze, talking loudly and clapping each others’ backs in excitement, the win seeming to be inevitably within their grasps. Jeon Jungkook, on the other hand, lingered further behind, certain memories sneaking their way back into his mind after the thrilling flight. It began as an innocent thought, of wondering what Jimin would say if he saw his performance just then, only to realize that he and Jimin no longer had that kind of relationship.
“Captain,” a voice called, followed by a hand clapping onto Jungkook’s shoulder.
Jungkook turned around to see Amy beside him, a sentimental smile on her face.
“You did great,” she said kindly. “If anything’s getting to you, it certainly isn’t showing on the pitch. Keep it up, Captain. We believe in you.” With a final wink, she disappeared into the female locker rooms and left Jungkook feeling just slightly better about himself than before.
Wasting no time, Jungkook changed back into his school robes, packed away his broom, and made a beeline straight to his room as fast as he could, desperately wanting to be alone with his thoughts. At the very least, there weren’t many other students around at the time so he could avoid the dirty stares he might’ve received otherwise.
He walked through the courtyard, now almost completely empty with the exception of very few students. Rounding the corridor, he was more than ready for the seclusion.
He froze in his steps, the familiar voice beckoning him to turn around.
Green tie. Blonde hair. His heart nearly leapt to his throat.
Jimin? His mind thought in a surge of hope.
“Jeon Jungkook, what have you done?” Min Yoongi growled as he barreled straight towards him. Jungkook gasped as Yoongi grabbed onto the front of his robes with surprising strength and dragged him into one of the side corridors.
“What have you done?” Yoongi wasted no time interrogating. It’d been awhile since Jungkook saw Yoongi so flustered. “What did you do to him? He’s become an absolute mess.”
“Me?! Why am I the one at fault?” Jungkook retorted angrily, shrugging himself away from Yoongi’s clutching. “He’s not innocent either, you know.”
“It’s hard to think that when you guys were the ones who pulled the rematch request,” said Yoongi. “What could he had possibly done to deserve his first victory stolen away from him like that?”
“Look, I didn’t even know about the request okay?” Jungkook grumbled. “I signed it without knowing exactly what it was.”
Yoongi let out a long sigh. “Does he know that?”
“Well, no but…” Jungkook paused, trying to collect the right words to say. “What does it matter? When our whole relationship was just a con so he could get some Quidditch tips out of it.” He let out a groan of anguish upon saying it again, having not wanted to think about it for awhile now.
Yoongi watched Jungkook carefully, trying to make sense of all that he was saying. It wasn’t too long before the Slytherin shook his head in dismay.
“I don’t know who told you anything or what they said,” Yoongi spoke carefully. “But I’ve talked to Park Jimin several times while he was together with you, and believe me, those feelings were indeed genuine.”
Jungkook started his retort. “But he told me himself–”
“You’ve let your prejudice cloud your judgment again, Jungkook,” Yoongi interrupted. “It’s a shame, considering how much he’d changed you, only for you to recede to your original self again with only a small nudge in the wrong direction. You jumped to these conclusions, thinking he’s someone who fabricated his feelings into these complex lies when really, it would take a genius to make you as genuinely happy as he did.”
“Then let me ask you the easiest question then: why did he confess to you when you were disguised as me in the Slytherin Common Room? You couldn’t possibly be thinking he saw through all of that too, are you?”
At this, Jungkook was silent.
Yoongi smiled sadly, patting Jungkook on the shoulder. “It’s too bad, Jungkook. You’ve ruined such a good thing. It would take a miracle to bring him back now…and that’s only if you even want him back because I’m still not sure you’re convinced.”
“How do I know you’re just defending him because you’re his friend?” Jungkook spoke as his last attempt to fight back.
At this, Min Yoongi’s momentarily flashed in anger before he looked away, not wanting to show his aggression despite the fact that his tone became marginally harsher when he spoke next.
“You’re my friend too, idiot,” Yoongi said. “But keep up that shitty way of talking and I might change my mind.”
Trying to hold back an angry huff, Yoongi was about to turn on his heels, but then turned back to say one last thing.
“You already pissed the hell out of me when I found out you made him cry, so don’t push it.”
And with that, he left Jungkook alone, probably equally as confused and frustrated. This time, he practically ran to his room, ignoring every person that he brushed by. When he finally got there, he wasted no time in unbuttoning his robes and throwing himself onto his bed, not even bothering to wash up. His brain felt like it was being crushed and was about to burst out of his skull. He didn’t know what to think anymore, as he buried his face into his pillow.
Was I wrong? Jungkook thought in anguish, as he flipped around back onto his back. I’m right because he lied to me, am I not?
In the midst of the chaos within his mind, he accidentally thought of Park Jimin again. Beautiful, alluring Park Jimin, so clever and so cunning. So cunning that he’d failed to see anything past the allure. He remembered so vividly the way those golden locks floated gently in his breeze, framing Jimin’s gorgeous smile full of joy every time Jungkook tried to make him laugh. And how could he forget the melodic sound of his laughter whenever he was successful, which somehow was miraculously more often than not. And how soft Jimin felt wrapped within his arms.
Jungkook caught himself before the smile subconsciously crept onto his face. When he remembered that that Jimin might’ve never truly existed in the first place, his fantasies came crashing down in an instant. Jungkook tossed and turned this way and that on his bed, curling himself deeper into the blanket before tearing it off completely. It was simultaneously too hot, yet too cold. He stayed there for a while, laying stiffly before realizing there was no way sleep would come to him at this rate. Letting out a groan that his roommates would surely reprimand him for in the morning, he hopped to his feet, pulled on his robe and left the room.
The halls were silent and curfew had definitely passed, so Jungkook knew he had to be careful. This walk was something he needed, just him on his own, attempting to let the cumbersome thoughts drift away freely. As much as his heart ached, he allowed his steps to be without control, leading them wherever they wished to be.
He had to erase the name from his mind, and he had less than a week to do so. Whatever he chose to believe, he could no longer have Park Jimin as a part of his life, no matter how wondrous the last few weeks of his life had been.
Before Jungkook even realized it, he was outside, the breeze slightly colder than it usually was. He tightened his robes and walked further, deciding he needed the chill to distract himself. Eventually, he found himself wandering, as if by instinct, near the Training Grounds again. It was the place where he used to frequent with his now ex-lover nearly every evening of every night. Now, it was empty and barren, without another person to be seen.
So much for forgetting, Jungkook thought gloomily to himself as he found a rock to sit on. He stared out into the emptiness, also trying to void his thoughts, but it seemed futile. If he tried to forget about Jimin’s smile, his laughter would ring out in his mind. When he tried to forget the shape of Jimin’s soft lips, the glimmer of his mesmerizing eyes would appear. It seemed to be a vicious cycle with no end.
This isn’t going to work, is it? And when Jungkook looked up, he saw, in the far distance, a silhouette that looked exactly like Park Jimin perched on a broom, gliding through the night as if nothing had ever changed. For a second, he was about to reach out, even call his name, but then quickly recoiled, desperately shaking the hallucination out of his mind.
But when he looked up again, the silhouette remained, this time hovering even closer so that he could even make out some of the colours of the person. He could see the blonde, flowing elegantly just as he remembered, the black of the robes, the shape of the broom, and if he squinted enough he could just imagine the green tie that was surely fastened around the neck.
Jimin? What’s he doing here still? Intrigued, Jungkook dared to creep closer, hiding with his back pressed against a tree so that he could watch Jimin at a closer distance. He wasn’t sure why he was so curious–after all, his original intent was to forget about Park Jimin–yet he couldn’t help but be entranced all over again.
Now that he’d come to terms with it, Jungkook realized that he’d never seen Jimin fly from a distance before. And so he watched, mesmerized, at the enchanting way Jimin spun about and twirled about on his broom, his way of flying so attractive to watch. He seemed a natural, even though Jungkook knew he’d practiced long and hard to be able to fly at all. Every bend was a gentle and smooth transition, his flight patterns soft yet hypnotizing. Jungkook felt his heart skip a beat when Jimin flew a bit too close. His movements were swift, yet filled with grace. If only Jungkook had paid a bit more attention to Jimin before, he might’ve fallen for the sight of him like this alone.
He’s beautiful, Jungkook thought, as his heart ached for what was no longer his. I let such a beautiful thing go. It would be like this from now on, Jungkook could only watch from a distance, and in the morning pretend to forget all about it. Perhaps, Jimin had even already moved on, and this was just his way of closure. How badly he wanted to run out into the fields and scream his name one last time, just so they could have one more conversation, but something inside him told him it would be better to leave it as it.
Suddenly, Jungkook noticed that Jimin was hovering down to land. He jumped, realizing that Jimin would likely walk past him to put his broom away. Shit. Shit. Shit. He remained as still as he could, hoping Jimin wouldn’t notice him the shadows.
He heard the footsteps getting closer and closer. Holding his breath, Jungkook turned away and made his body as small as he possibly could. He remained completely stiffened, when Jimin suddenly passed by almost right in front of him.
Jungkook jolted as he looked up, Jimin’s face momentarily highlighted by the moonlight as he walked past, but only for a second. And in that single second, he saw Jimin’s broom being dragged dejectedly in one while hand, while his other sleeve covered his mouth, wet tears leaking uncontrollably out of his closed eyes.
Jungkook felt his knees weaken, eyes blank as he slumped down against the tree, feeling absolutely dazed as Park Jimin safely walked away from him.
For a moment, Jungkook tried to rationalize that there was another reason that Park Jimin could possibly be crying, a reason unrelated to him. But he knew where they were, and remembered Yoongi’s words from only a few hours ago resonating clearly:
“You already pissed the hell out of me when I found out you made Jimin cry, so don’t push it.”
Needless to say, Jungkook found himself barely even having the strength to carry himself back to his room, feeling multiple times worse than before he had left.
What have I done?
The sleepless nights went by unbelievably slow. As much as Jungkook wanted to be away from all the attention as much as possible, it seemed that it was all that was on anyone’s mind. Referring to it as the “Big Game”, perhaps it was just the right amount of chaos and drama that all the students had been waiting for to distract from their otherwise mundane routines.
Everytime Jungkook wandered the halls, there were students placing bets on who they believed would come out victorious, Red or Green. And if that wasn’t enough, someone from the Journalist Club had even mass issued posters with the caption “WHO SHALL COME OUT VICTORIOUS? AGE-OLD GRYFFINDOR VS. SLYTHERIN BATTLE.” with a not-so-flattering photograph of Jungkook scowling after a match and a much prettier photo of Jimin effortlessly sailing through the winds on his broom. Jungkook’s photo was captioned “The Gryffindor Golden Boy” and he was apparently versing “The Slytherin Underdog Fairy”. In a normal situation, Jungkook probably would’ve been embarrassed by this unwanted attention, but he found he could no longer bring himself to care. Whenever he saw the photos of him and Jimin side by side, he couldn’t help but realize how different they truly were, and how perhaps it might’ve been better if they had just remained as rivals. He was surprised though–Amy and Yoongi had a great job of keeping quiet, so for the most part, everyone still perceived Jimin and Jungkook as mere bitter rivals.
After much attempted comfort from his friends who noted his less than active state, the day finally arrived. And it was about time, because Jungkook just wanted to get it over with, and he thought he might snap if he heard even one more person call it the “Big Game”.
Gathered by the Gryffindor locker rooms, the red team was in ecstasy, fuelled with excitement, certain that they would be able to easily take down the Slytherins once and for all. Replacing Jeon Jungkook as the Chaser was a timid looking third-year boy named Kevin Lee. Though he was by no means as talented as Jungkook, practice sessions revealed that he was well amalgamated into the team, his style fitting nicely into the timely strategics and aggression that defined this year’s team.
“Ready to win, guys?” Mike was grinning, hyping up the entire team in addition to the sounds of the cheering crowd outside. All but the Captain responded in raucous determination.
Jungkook promptly received a smack on the back. He looked up to see Francis smiling at him.
“Don’t look so down Cap, we have to win this,” he said.
“Should we leave you alone for a bit?” Jenny asked sympathetically. “You can join us after.”
At the sight of their Captain’s nod, the team understood, and wordlessly made their way over to the waiting area where he would join them later.
Jungkook remained leaning against the wall, contemplating what the right thing to do was. It was too late to back out of this, especially when his team was already motivated as anything. But something in his consciousness felt wrong.
So what? It’s not like he’s just gonna come running back into your arms if you let him win, Jungkook told himself. Not that you need that anymore…
“If you’re feeling guilty, it’s too late now,” a voice said.
“I know,” Jungkook replied instinctively. “It’s just I…I…”
His voice trailed off as he looked up and saw Park Jimin standing in front of him, clutching his broom with a somber expression. And even though Jungkook had spent the past few days trying to get over this person, he couldn’t but sigh internally at the sight of Park Jimin like this again. After what felt like an eternity, Park Jimin was finally close enough so that he could once again take in all the depths and layers of his beauty.
“What are you doing over here?” Jungkook asked calmly.
“I could ask the same to you who’s staying back,” Jimin said stiffly. “What exactly are your thoughts right now?”
“I just want to get this over with,” Jungkook groaned.
“Why? Isn’t this all you’ve ever wanted?” Jimin asked daringly. “A second chance?”
Jungkook bolted up from the wall suddenly, startling Jimin slightly who stepped back on instinct.
“I don’t want a second chance with Quidditch,” Jungkook scoffed angrily.
Jungkook pondered for a moment before speaking.
“Look, it’ll be our first game with no tricks,” said Jungkook. “So how about this? We’re gonna go out there and play with everything we’ve got.”
Jimin turned away in disappointment. “I expect no less from you,” he said.
Jungkook suddenly moved closer to Jimin, getting up in his personal space like he used to, except this time it was all hostility. Jimin backed up until he was pressed against the wall with nowhere to go.
“How about this?” Jungkook stated. “I don’t expect you to forgive me, I wouldn’t either. So how about if I win this game, you’ll give me another chance. Just to talk, nothing more. And if you win, I’ll make sure to stay out of your way for the rest of the time that we’re here at Hogwarts.”
Jimin was stunned, eyes widened. “Why…why would you want that? Now of all times…”
“I’ll tell you after I win,” Jungkook replied firmly. His ambition returned in a surge, because now, he had a reason to try his best without qualms. And the fact that he would be fighting directly against Jimin only excited him more.
Jimin scoffed, and Jungkook noticed him turning away, possibly to hide his own desires. “I already told you before, didn’t I?” Jimin said. “It’s not hard to win again after you’ve won already. So don’t be so sure.”
“Captain?!” they suddenly heard Amy’s voice calling from the waiting pit. “You alright back there.”
“That’s my queue,” Jungkook said, quickly pulling away. He noticed that Jimin was slightly hesitant for some reason.
“Scared, Slytherin?” Jungkook asked jeeringly, slightly leaning in with a grin on face.
At this, Jimin couldn’t help but smile, albeit it was a slightly mocking one.
“You wish, Gryffindor,” came the response. And then, his hands were on Jungkook’s chest, pushing him away ever so gently.
With determined smiles on his face, the two brushed shoulders as they made their way to their own respective teams, ready to battle it out once and for all.
Jungkook finally arrived by his teammates, who were waiting for expectantly.
“There he is!” Daniel exclaimed in relief.
“Feeling better?” Francis asked kindly, making sure his captain was in the best condition.
“I’m alright,” Jungkook spoke, throwing him a reassuring smile. Francis seemed to be satisfied at once.
“Alright, let’s go snake bashing!” Crystal roared happily. She gave several hard-hitting test swings with her bat to really bring the point across, until Mike tapped her gently and told her to calm down.
“Ready, Captain?” Amy asked, hand gently placed on Jungkook’s shoulder.
“As I’ll ever be,” Jungkook sighed, finally mounting his broom. The team followed suit, all worked up in excitement.
“Let’s win this,” Jungkook declared triumphantly. It was more than enough of encouragement, as the entire team brightened immediately, relieved to see that their Captain’s passion had returned.
At that moment, the signal sounded, and the doors opened on both sides, fully bringing in the sounds of the cheering crowds. The red and green teams were revealed on each side, led by their respective Captains front and center. Jeon Jungkook wasted no time in kicking off on his broom and rushing into the pitch at an impressive speed, his team following behind in close pursuit. The red cloaked team split off in two directions, circling the stadium to greet the crowd.
Normally, it was only the supporting houses and the most avid Quidditch fangirls and fanboys that turned out to each Inter-House Quidditch Match, but today, the stands were practically overflowing, with students squished in tight and eager to see the outcome of the highly anticipated match. As Jungkook hovered over the Gryffindor stands, the crowd erupted in ear-piercing screams and cheers. The “GO GO GRYFFINDOR” banners bounced up and down at violent speeds, while the red and yellow flags were waved to the extent of arms falling off.
But that was nothing compared to the section embedded at the front of Gryffindor stands, where the most avid fans would come at the earliest hours to claim the best spots. Though the other members of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team definitely had support, none compared to the dedicated fans of the charming and talented Gryffindor Captain himself. There were countless “I LOVE YOU JUNGKOOK” signs being waved in the air, decorated with hearts surrounding the number “01” as tribute to the number on his Quidditch unifrm. Needless to say, school Quidditch culture had certainly changed within the past few years, as indicated by the several students sitting in the red and gold stands holding up Jungkook’s photos who clearly weren’t even from Gryffindor, as indicated by their blue or gold scarves.
A sudden outburst resonated from the opposite side of the stands where the Slytherins were seated. Jungkook looked up to see Park Jimin floating across that area of the stand behind Slytherin captain. Girls and boys alike were standing in their seats and craning their necks to take a closer look at the fairy of Slytherin, as well as the hero of their last game. As Jungkook flew closer, he confirmed the beginnings of Jimin’s own fanclub, as indicated by the numerous signs with Jimin’s name scrawled on them.
At last, the players finished their rounds and assumed their position in a circle around the centre of the pitch. The crowd was really feeling the excitement now, as the cheering only increased in volume when Madame Hooch stepped out on the centre of the pitch, the box containing the Quidditch balls stored inside. Jungkook too was also starting to feel the adrenalin finally pumping through his veins and the spirit of competition starting to consume him slowly. And when he glanced up and saw Jimin hovering in front of him and focussing intently, his hands gripped the broom tighter, ready to take advantage of everything he’d learned within the past few weeks.
The announcer made the introductions, as well as declared the substitutions made on the Gryffindor side (the crowd seemed even more restless when announced that Captain Jeon Jungkook would be the one playing for the Seeker position).
“I want a nice, clean game!” Madame Hooch declared. She unbuckled the chest containing the balls, and out came the two Bludgers, as well as the Golden Snitch. Jungkook caught sight of his team members just as Madame Hooch lifted the Quaffle. He nodded to them as the final sign of encouragement before the game officially started.
The Quaffle tossed. The whistle blew. And the game was off.
The Seekers both launched themselves to a higher vantage point while the Chasers dove for the Quaffle. Jungkook met eyes with Jimin for a split second, he gave him a quick smirk of challenge before flying off elsewhere, eyes on the lookout for the tiny, golden ball. Jungkook remained where he was, scanning the pitch for the Snitch while simultaneously monitoring his team. Without Jungkook as a Chaser, the score was a lot more even, with no one to score five goals in the first five minutes alone. It was a lot more balanced, and the back and forth battle between the two teams was strenuous to follow.
Jungkook began circling the inner edge of the pitch, remaining as focussed as possible. His plays had practically called games within the first few minutes before, and that shouldn’t change with his role. Now, he had the power to literally end the game within five minutes–even despite his formidable opponent.
Having kept the corner of his eye on the Slytherin Seeker the entire time, Jungkook immediately noticed as Jimin suddenly went for a full-on nosedive towards the center of the pitch. Without wasting a second, Jungkook swerved his broom around and accelerated with double speed towards the same spot, realizing that Jimin must’ve spotted the Snitch already.
Come on…not already.Jungkook gritted his teeth as he leaned forward, doing everything he could to beat Jimin towards his goal.
It wasn’t long before Jimin noticed Jungkook practically jetting towards him, swerving and dodging skillfully through the other players on the pitch. Naturally, Jimin also quickened his momentum, but Jungkook had already accelerated.
Before long, they were neck in neck, their brooms tilted downwards towards the same spot. Jungkook narrowed his eyes, looking for the glimpse of gold that Jimin had caught onto before he had. Sweat started to bead from his forehead at the anxiety of being unable to see any sign of the Golden Snitch.
Suddenly, Jimin swiftly pulled his broom back, agilely halting to a stop just as they were about ten metres away from the bottom of the pitch. With no time to react, Jungkook found himself plummeting at maximal speed straight towards the ground beneath. Thinking fast, Jungkook dove off his broom and somersaulted headfirst into the sand, his broom landing safely behind him. Jungkook looked up dumbly to see Jimin hovering above him, smiling in glee at the little trick he’d just played. The crowd was in an uproar, going crazy over the two Seekers directly toying with each other.
“So that’s how you’re gonna play, Slytherin,” Jungkook growled. Though secretly, he was secretly pleased because it meant at the very least Jimin was paying attention to him.
Jimin hovered closer, close enough so that he could circle around Jungkook and flick his finger tauntingly underneath Jungkook’s chin.
“You should know better, Jeon Jungkook,” Jimin teased. And then, with a twirl of his broom, he was off again, blonde hair flowing in the breeze as a final taunt to the fallen Gryffindor Captain.
“Jerk,” Jungkook grumbled, though for some reason, he suddenly couldn’t keep a smile off his face.
The game continued, and with pride and dignity at stake, both sides were much more aggressive than usual. The Gryffindor Chasers, including substitute Kevin Lee, flew with boldness and intuition, gaining points with unpredictable and vigorous plays. On the other hand, the Slytherin Chasers had the advantage in agility, their sleekness and inherent speed outmaneuvering the Gryffindors at critical moments with team positioning that was near perfect. Regardless, their play styles were evenly matched against one another, and by the twenty minute mark, both teams were an a near even score of 70-50 with Gryffindors barely ahead.
Jungkook was feeling anxious at this point. Though the game had yet to reach the critical time, he knew that his players’ stamina could only last so long with their aggressive playstyle against the Slytherins’ efficient and organized plays. He had scoured every corner of the pitch, but the Snitch never seemed to be where he was. At last, he resolved to staying in one spot, hoping the Snitch would come to him instead.
“Giving up already, Captain?”
Jungkook looked to his left to see Jimin hovering beside, a mocking smile on his face. Despite that his tone was easy-going, Jungkook could see that he was bent over and poised on his broom, ready to strike the minute he saw that flash of gold.
“You wish,” Jungkook grimaced, trying not to get distracted by Jimin’s flowing blonde hair.
“You better hurry, Captain,” Jimin continued, not caring that they were in fact in the middle of an official game with players whizzing by them every second (Jungkook swore he saw Mike flying by and throwing him a questionable look before slamming a Bludger as hard as he could). “The longer this game goes on the worse it’s gonna get for your team.”
“Not for me though,” Jungkook said simply.
Jimin tilted his head in interest. “That’s true. I forgot that you do have amazing stami–”
But Jimin never got to finish his sentence, as Jungkook suddenly widened his eyes and dove right by him, arms outstretched. The crowd went wild, upon realizing that the Golden Snitch had just been barely hovering right beside Park Jimin’s head, and that it had just slipped out of the Gryffindor Seeker’s hands. The announcer was rattling off, but Jungkook didn’t hear any of it anymore, as he could only hear the chirping of the Goldeen Snitch in his ears as he chased after it, Jimin right on his tail.
The Snitch went higher and higher, leading both Seekers to gain altitude above the pitch. Despite that, neither lost speed. But it was in that deciding moment that everyone confirmed that the flying skills of the newly appointed Slytherin Seeker Park Jimin were truly comparable to those of the Gryffindor prodigy himself. From that moment on, people could no longer tear their eyes off Park Jimin, and he was no longer hidden within the shadows of his team—and indeed the Slytherin stands were in ecstasy. Finally, finally, they had someone that was more than just a match for Gryffindor’s Golden Boy.
Despite the dedication, the Quaffle battle was long forgotten by its audience as people watched the red and green robes of the Seekers twirl around each other, chasing after the miniature golden ball at ridiculous speeds. The way they flew was unbelievable, and somehow, in a moment of insanity, it almost seemed as if they were in sync, almost as if they were dancing together. Though ultimately Jungkook’s swerves and turns were bold and reeked of his passion for the sport, it seemed to perfectly compliment Jimin’s more graceful and agile methods. Regardless, it was entrancing to watch, as if the two Seekers had cast a silent spell on the crowd simply with their brooms. Never before had a Seekers’ battle been so intense and well-matched, and the audience were more than ecstatic.
Jungkook and Jimin continued to gain altitude, eventually disappearing above the clouds as they followed the Snitch’s trajectory. Any Seeker insecure of their flying skills would’ve given up long ago, surely threatened by the heightened winds and menacing fall that could potentially be waiting below, but these two had done much worse before—many times the Snitch would lead them on paths like this for over 20 minutes during their late night practice sessions.
Jungkook clenched his teeth, keeping his eye firmly on the Snitch that was barely out of arm’s reach. Jimin was right beside him, and neither were about to give up the chase.
It’s playing hard-to-get today, huh? Jungkook gritted his teeth, as the winds got stronger and stronger, forcing him to grip his broom with both hands. How am I going to catch it at this rate?
He glanced over to Jimin who was in a similar state to him. The wind was hitting them from the side and it was taking all their focus to maintain the proper trajectory in trailing after the Snitch. What’s worse, the Snitch didn’t seem to be dropping in altitude, despite that it had led them both on a wild goose chase for a while now.
Suddenly, Jungkook’s eyes widened, as with a sudden burst of speed, Jimin had passed in front of Jungkook, immediately getting within the Snitch’s range during the slow winds.
Dammit! He’s been saving his energy for this very moment! Jungkook tried pushing forth as hard as he could to catch up, but it was futile. He watched, seconds away from losing the game, as Jimin took one hand off his broom, reaching to grab the Snitch and–
A harsh gust of wind, pushing them mercilessly from the side. They both cried out as Jungkook squinted his eyes shut barely managed to hang on, gripping tightly with both hands. When he opened his eyes again, the Snitch was still above him but when he looked to the side, an overwhelming feeling of terror washed over him.
Jimin was nowhere to be seen.
His mind flashed back to the second before he closed his eyes, when Jimin only had one hand on the broom, his posture precarious as he reached out for the Snitch. Now, the Snitch was still in front of him. Gritting his teeth, Jungkook made a split second decision.
You can do this. I know you can.
He pushed upwards for barely half a second, swinging his arm, before diving as fast as he could towards the bottom, frantically looking for Jimin.
Where is he? Where is he? His mind only had one thought, and it was chanting in like a mantra. His heart thumped in terror as he could see the bottom of the pitch already through the clouds, but Jimin was nowhere to be seen.
He cut through the cloud like a bullet, tears starting flowing desperately as he couldn’t see Jimin.
No. Why did I do that? I should’ve just–
The sound of the crowd simultaneously gasping, as Jimin’s body was falling, lifelessly plummeting towards the bottom, his broom falling uselessly beside him. Jungkook used his last ounce of energy he had to head straight towards Jimin, but even if he was accelerating twice as fast, there was no way he would reach Jimin in time. The crowd was in panic, the players were trying to position themselves to save him, but Jimin was seconds away from the worst possible ending. Professors stood up, ready to chant their spells, but Jimin was gaining speed much too quickly for any of them to react in time.
There’s no time.
“Arresto momentum!” Jungkook screamed from above, one hand on his broom despite the straight downwards trajectory and the other clutching his wand, pointing it directly at Jimin’s body.
Everyone froze, breath caught in their throat as the plummet of Jimin’s body suddenly slowed, until it finally stopped, barely a metre above the ground. It hovered in a slightly chilling way for about two seconds, before dropping safely onto the soft sand beneath.
After a second of dead silence, chatter resumed, as students stood to see if Jimin was okay. Professors had already left their spot, rushing down to check on the state of their student. All the players had frozen in place, most terrified by what had almost happened right in front of their eyes.
All but one.
Before anyone else, Jeon Jungkook practically crashed his broom to the ground, rushing over to Jimin with reddened eyes and calling his name over and over again despite all eyes on him. Wand still clutched in his hand, he grabbed onto Jimin’s body, desperately trying to shake him back to his senses.
“Jimin, wake up!” he called, his voice breaking. “Jimin, you’re alright. You’re alright. You’ll be fine.”
“That’s enough, Mr. Jeon.”
Jungkook looked up to see Madame Hooch standing before him, hands menacingly on her hips. The matrons were behind her, and Jungkook got the sign to back up as they quickly took Jimin away to make sure he was alright.
“How noble you are, Jungkook,” she spoke, her voice ice cold. “Using your magic to aid the rival member from the opposite team. Normally, this behaviour would be commendable, but did you forget that players are strictly prohibited to use their wands during an official match?”
Jungkook remained silent, his head bowed down in shame. Actually, he did remember. As Captain, he’d read and reread those rules a million times, so much that they were ingrained in his mind. But in that moment where he was about to lose the most precious thing of his life, everything else seemed irrelevant.
“But Madame, he just saved someone’s life!” It was Francis’ voice. In the midst of his trauma, Jungkook hadn’t realized that the remaining players had joined him, and the rest of his team was standing behind him. And to his surprise, even some of the Slytherin players across from him were nodding in agreement.
“Can’t you excuse it just for now?” Amy cut it. “Besides, the game isn’t over. No one’s caught the Snitch. The Slytherins still have a fair chance of winning.”
Madame Hooch appeared in deep contemplation, until Jungkook shuffled in front of everyone.
“Actually, I…uh…” He cleared his throat slightly, before lifting his sleeve. Everyone watched in shock as he promptly retrieved the Golden Snitch from within his robe and clutched it firmly within his palm.
Madame Hooch’s eyes were wide open. “Jeon Jungkook. You managed to break through the clouds, catch the Snitch in those precarious conditions, pulled a Plumpton Pass, made it back to the pitch at unbelievable speeds, pulled your wand from your robe and cast an accurate and successful spell all while still maintaining control of your broom. If…if you hadn’t used your wand, you would’ve won the game. Never, in my countless years of Quidditch have I seen such flying abilities at this level…” Her voice trailed off, clearly stunned. And suddenly, all eyes were focussed on Jungkook, respect and awe overwhelming for the young Gryffindor.
After what felt like an eternity, Madame Hooch finally cleared her throat, making up her mind.
“But I’m sorry, Jungkook,” she said, sadness clearly laden in her eyes. “As the referee and official flying coach of the school, I cannot oversee the rules for your talent.”
“But he just saved Jimin’s life!” one of the Slytherin players couldn’t help but scream, before behind held back by a teammate.
She held up a hand to silence any other protests. “Rules are rules, and these rules have been ingrained for hundreds of years for a reason. If I make an exception now, more loopholes will be seen in the future. Despite what may be the moralistic choice, I’m afraid I cannot overlook this instance.”
All the players could only watch in a letdown, as Madame Hooch took out her wand and placed it to her throat, ready to announce the final verdict.
“Due to violation of Quidditch rules and usage of magical spells during an official match by the Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, the Gryffindor Team hereby forfeits the match,” she spoke clearly. “By default, the Slytherin Team wins.”
This time, the cheers were few and minimal at the declaration, the Quidditch Pitch seeming more barren than ever before.
The next few days went by in difficulty. It just didn’t seem to end for Jungkook. Just when he thought he’d be freed of his guilt towards Jimin, now he had to handle his guilt with everyone else. To all but perhaps Amy and Yoongi, it was either that Jeon Jungkook was seen as a selfless hero, sacrificing his win to save someone from the opposing team, or that he was a selfish, egotistical idiot who only thought of making himself look good, neglecting his team or his house. Surprisingly, it was mostly the Gryffindors who thought the latter, while the remaining houses gained much more respect for the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain.
The aftermath seemed evident even within the relationship between him and his teammate. Although they would still defend him with their dying breath and scream for his noble cause, sometimes he could see the disappointment in their eyes when they tried to smile encouragingly to him. Never in a million years would they think that they would lose due to a decision made by their own Captain that they so loyally believed in.
It became more and more difficult to walk down the halls. Though he heard none of it directly, he could sense the dirty looks behind his back at times, or he would notice people casually whispering and glancing in his direction when they thought he wasn’t looking. For several days, Jungkook ostracized himself from everyone else, not wanting to answer any pestering question and wanting to dissociate himself completely.
His close friends, on the other hand, tried their best to supportive in the most subtle way possible. They never addressed the issue directly, knowing that Jungkook was more than likely uncomfortable to talk about it. But occasionally, Taehyung and Hoseok would bring hoards of snacks to Jungkook at the most random moments. Namjoon and Seokjin would casually offer to spend countless hours tutoring Jungkook to prepare for his OWLs (and when he refused, offered to take him out for Butterbeer instead). Even Yoongi, despite their last conflicting conversation, patted him on the back several times, telling him to smile again and that everything would be okay.
Days went by and nothing seemed to change. No sign of Jimin and classes seemed more and more strenuous each and every second. Eventually, Jungkook became exhausted, tired of all the passive aggression and all the unspoken words that he wished people would just say to his face. Three days after the game, Jungkook started to skip classes, unable to show himself in front of his classmates. Instead, he would sit in the isolated alleyway behind the Training Grounds, the place where Jimin used to hide the Snitch and gear they used to practice. Alone with his thoughts, Jungkook eventually realized he had truly nothing left–he had lost Jimin, he had lost the game, he had lost his teammates, and what’s more, even his own House that use to revere and adore him no longer cared for him.
Jungkook remained like a statue there from morning to evening, sometimes tossing a few pebbles onto the walls to distract himself. No matter how many times he replayed the event in his mind, he couldn’t see himself reacting any different. Whether by instinct or by logic he would’ve done the same thing: he would’ve chosen to save Jimin.
But still, as Jungkook burrowed his face into his arms thinking about the way everyone was reacting, he couldn’t help that he’d done something terribly wrong.
“I thought I might find you here.”
Jungkook pulled his head up to see Jimin standing in front of him, smiling gently. He was dressed in the school issue white shirt and slacks but his tie and robes were nowhere to be seen. Reluctantly, Jungkook scooched aside slightly, and allowed Jimin to take a seat beside him.
“Are you feeling better?” Jungkook mumbled, still avoiding eye contact.
Jimin shrugged. “I blacked out a few minutes after my fall and have been since, so I haven’t felt anything since. No pain. Nothing. So I guess I got pretty lucky.”
Jungkook simply nodded, merely reassured that at the very least Jimin didn’t seem to be suffering physically in any way.
“So I heard you saved my life.”
The words seemed to resonate in the darkness, as it seemed like forever since Jungkook had heard any truly positive comments about his actions.
“Guess so,” Jungkook mumbled, not entirely sure what else to say.
Jimin glanced over at him, smiling a little. “That’s it? The Jungkook I knew would’ve gloated and told me I owe him now.”
“I…I’m just glad you’re fine,” Jungkook responded simply.
Jimin sighed, leaning back and closing his eyes to rest. It was a calm evening, and the two took for advantage of that, simply relaxing in the silence that was somehow not too uncomfortable.
“So…didn’t you have something to tell me?” Jimin asked suddenly.
“What?” came the response.
“Sometimes I can’t tell if you’re forgetful or just a complete idiot,” Jimin sighed in nostalgia. “Don’t you remember? You said you had something to tell me if you won the Quidditch game.”
“But I didn’t win.”
Yet another sigh, as Jimin stood up in exhaustion. “Again, you loyal Gryffindors can sure be a stickler for the rules sometimes.”
“It’s not really important anymore anyway,” said Jungkook gloomily.
“Hmm, the Gryffindor Golden Boy really doesn’t do well with ostracization, does he?” Jimin noted.
“You knew?” Jungkook asked. “About all…this?”
“It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out after people told me about what you did,” said Jimin. “You sacrificed your own House’s win to save the Slytherin who was supposed to be your rival at the time. Surely people would act up.”
Jimin sat down again, this time closer to Jungkook. Reaching over, he grabbed Jungkook’s hands within his own, and forced Jungkook to look him in the eyes for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.
“Thank you, Jeon Jungkook,” Jimin spoke softly. “I’ll make this up to you, I promise.”
Jungkook remained stiffened as Jimin brought a hand up to gently caress his face in a nostalgic way. By instinct, Jungkook got caught up in the moment, leaning in for a second before stopping abruptly.
“Sorry,” he said, pulling away quickly, much to Jimin’s surprise. “I won’t do that anymore.”
“Why not?” Jimin asked. “I want to hear you out, Jungkook. I know there must be another reason. So please, let’s talk about this properly.”
Jungkook stood up heavily, avoiding Jimin’s eyes. “I’m sorry I couldn’t win. Even for you,” he said. “I’m really sorry, Jimin.”
And with that, he walked away silently, doing everything in his willpower not to look back. Thus, he didn’t notice that Jimin was smiling after him.
“Gryffindors can be so dramatic,” Jimin huffed out loud.
Two days later, Jungkook didn’t even bother getting up, hiding under the covers and not wanting to move even at his roommates’ insistence. He simply laid there like a dead fish. With no Jimin, no Quidditch and no comradery, he had no longer had any motivation to move anymore.
Until he felt a sudden force thumping harshly against his back.
“Wake up, fool!” yelled Kim Taehyung as he beat Jungkook aggressively with a pillow. “Quit acting like some dramatic emo king. I’m sick of you!”
“Taehyung?! What the hell?” Jungkook yelped, scrambling to sit up despite the continuous abuse. “How’d you even get in here?!”
“I waited by the door and asked someone. Easy,” Taehyung said. “So get up and come join us for breakfast or else I’m gonna Imperius Curse your ass.”
“That’s illegal!” Jungkook screamed, throwing a pillow back in retaliation, knocking Taehyung off his bed.
“I don’t care! If that’s what it takes to get you out there, IMA DO IT,” Taehyung cried from the floor. “Is that what you’re gonna do, Jeon Jungkook? You’re gonna get your friend put in Azkaban because of your selfish behav–”
“ALRIGHT. ALRIGHT. I’ll go,” Jungkook interrupted, already exhausted. “It’s not that big of a deal. I’ll be right down.”
“You better be,” Taehyung scowled, tossing the pillow aside at last. “Otherwise, I’m coming back. Also, get ready for some scolding, because the Ravenclaws found out you’ve been skipping classes.”
“What?” Jungkook groaned. “Who told them?”
Taehyung shrugged, the grin widening on his face. “See you in a bit!”
Groaning and muttering to himself like an old man, Jungkook got out of bed seeming to be in immense pain. He got ready at a snail’s pace, but at last he managed to drag himself down to the Great Hall, where the five familiar students were eagerly waiting for him.
“Took you long enough,” Taehyung noted. Jungkook made sure to sit as far away as possible from the one who had so rudely abused him only minutes ago.
“You alright, Jungkook?” Namjoon asked. “We haven’t seen you in a few days.”
“I’m ok,” said Jungkook. “I just needed some time to myself.”
“So I heard you’ve been skipping classes,” Kim Seokjin burst at last.
“Jin, give it a rest just this once,” Namjoon sighed. “The boy’s clearly stressed.”
And with that, Kim Seokjin started raising his voice. “Stressed? Stressed?! I get stressed too and you don’t see me skipping classes. Three days in a row.”
“Here we go,” Yoongi muttered monotonously, not even bothering to look up from his food.
“What were you thinking, Jeon Jungkook? What were you thinking?” Seokjin made sure to enunciate every word clearly and precisely. “And to think, you’ve got your OWLs coming up too. At this rate, you’re not going achieve good marks on anything!”
“Okay, mom,” Jungkook retorted, clearly not in the mood.
“DON’T CALL ME THAT!” Seokjin was screeching.
“Could I have everyone’s attention please?”
All eyes averted to the front of the Great Hall, where a student was standing with some sort of scroll in his hand.
“Saved by the announcement,” Hoseok grinned.
But Jungkook was already distracted, his focus fully towards the front where the student with blonde hair, pretty eyes and green tie was standing, ready to deliver some sort of speech. Jungkook gulped, immediately recognizing that it was Park Jimin. It seemed inevitable that even more chaos was about to ensue. It wasn’t long before the other students also realized who it was as, as murmurs and chatter quickly broke out amongst the Great Hall, speculating what he could possibly have to say.
“Isn’t that Park Jimin?” Taehyung asked. “What’s he up to now?”
“Oi, Jeon. What’d you do this time?” Hoseok snickered.
“Nothing!” Jungkook yelped defensively. “I think…”
“ShHHh! Everyone be quiet. Let’s hear what he has to say,” Seokjin shushed.
“Please. You love the commotion as much as everyone,” Namjoon couldn’t help but tease Seokjin.
On the other hand, Yoongi was burying his head in his arms, already seeming thoroughly exhausted.
“Can’t we just…go back to school already? Like normal students?” Yoongi groaned. Everyone else shushed him at once.
Meanwhile, at the front, Park Jimin had cleared his throat and was ready to deliver his message.
“Good morning everyone, I’m sorry to interrupt your breakfast.” His tone was polite, yet firm. Though Jungkook couldn’t see it in his eyes from such a distance, he was sure that Park Jimin meant business.
“I…apologize for the recent upset of the outcome of the recent Quidditch match. Of course, the Slytherin team wholeheartedly shares the blame and had I been more careful, the situation could’ve been avoided.” he spoke slowly and clearly. “Thus, we decided to find a way to settle this, as we no longer want this unnecessary, extra tension between the Houses. After talking for a long time amongst ourselves, we discussed professors, and were permitted to do the following.”
Jimin took a deep breath. Every heart within the Great Hall thumped in anticipation.
“We Slytherins hereby forfeit the victory in the Quidditch Match that occurred a few days ago,” Jimin enunciated clearly, perfectly, so that no one could mishear him. Gasps immediately echoed throughout the room. “In my hand I hold a document that contains the signatures of each and every single member of the Slytherin Quidditch Team, proving that this was a completely mutual agreement between all of us. We wish to return the victory to the Gryffindors in return for their Captain’s act of saving my life.”
The volume rose at once within the Great Hall. Indeed, the reactions were mixed. Some were in complete pleasant surprise while others looked completely betrayed and humiliated. Several Slytherins were already yelling and cursing directly at Jimin, calling him crazy and insane, while others were nodding in agreement. Even the Gryffindors weren’t all happy. Though some were elated at the news of the restored victory, others were angered and believed that they were merely being pitied.
The yelps and chatter only escalated, as someone was suddenly barrelling through the crowd, trying to get to the front as quick as possible. Many students jumped out of the way, not wanting to be involved in what looked like a potential brawl.
Naturally, Jimin’s eyes also widened when he saw the very student who had clambered onto the platform, promptly grabbing him by the shoulders.
“What the hell are you doing?” Jeon Jungkook asked at once. The entire room was pointing and staring, as Jungkook grabbed the parchment out of Jimin’s hand. Unrolling it, he quickly scanned over the contents that were identical to what Jimin had just announced, immediately noting that there were indeed complete signatures from each and every member of the Slytherin Quidditch Team.
“This isn’t going to fix anything!” Jungkook proclaimed. “We don’t want this!”
One of the Gryffindors who was sitting within ear reach of their conversation screamed: “Speak for yourself, Captain! Just take it and go already!”
“What are you talking about?” Jimin asked, confused. “Isn’t this what you wanted right from the beginning? Even last night you kept talking about winning.”
“In the first game, maybe. But we already blew that,” said Jungkook. “You won that fair and square. That whole mess with the second game, it never should’ve happened in the first place. Sure I wanted to win, but I wanted to do that without breaking any rules.”
“And so you would’ve,” Jimin uttered. “Had you not saved my life.”
“But that was—”
“Please Jungkook, don’t argue with me. Just this once,” Jimin pleaded suddenly. “I promise it’ll be better this way. You’ll get the victory you’ve always wanted and you’ll be the Golden Boy again. Besides, it’s not just me. All my teammates empathized with you as well. We all think you and the Gryffindors deserve this. And I know, Jungkook, this is what you really want.”
Something glimmered within Jungkook’s eyes, realizing what Jimin was getting at. This was Jimin’s way of paying him back. A final parting gift, persay. And while the chaos was slowly surging around them, Jimin was right—Jungkook would have everything restored to him just like that if he simply accepted the Slytherins’ offer. The faith of his teammates, the glory from his House, the victory that he so badly desired–it would all come back, along with a new reputation of being a selfless hero. Jungkook’s heart thumped wildly in his chest. Although it wasn’t exactly a life for a life, Jimin had somehow managed to set it up perfectly so that Jungkook could go back to being the perfect, unblemished Gryffindor poster boy he’d always been. All without the use of a Time Turner.
Jungkook let out a sudden huff, taking a step closer to Jimin.
“You know, you really are a true Slytherin, having thought all of that out,” Jungkook said quietly. “What’s more, you somehow managed to convince your entire team to go along with it.”
“Jungkook?” Jimin called, slightly flustered. “T-That’s not what it is.”
“But you were wrong about something, by the way,” Jungkook continued.
Jimin’s eyes widened. “What?”
“You’re not wrong about me wanting those things,” Jungkook said carefully. “But you miscalculated, that’s not what I really want.”
“What do you want…?”
His voice trailed off, as they found themselves staring into each other’s eyes in silence. After what felt like an eternity, something changed, clicking in both of their minds. The Gryffindor raised an eyebrow provocatively, while the Slytherin smirked in response.
And suddenly, it was as if time froze in place within the Great Hall of Hogwarts.
A chorus of gasps echoed throughout the room, before all noise completely ceased at once. Everyone’s jaws were hanging slack, in complete and utter disbelief of what was ensuing right in front of them. Some people kept blinking, trying to make sure they were seeing the proper thing. The Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch Teams in particular were shaking, Amy’s hand covered over her mouth, the puzzle pieces all falling together at last. Jungkook’s group of friends appeared Petrified, eyes widened as they took in the sight before them. Even Yoongi seemed momentarily startled, though his expression immediately softened into a knowing smile.
Jungkook had placed his hand on the back of Jimin’s head and pulled him in for a full kiss on the mouth. Neither of them seemed to care that the whole school was watching, as they both fluttered their eyes shut and indulged in the pleasant sensation that had returned after what felt like forever. In that moment, they simply knew that there was no place else they wanted to be, and nothing they desired more than each other. They belonged together, and that was a fact that suddenly everyone could see.
Before it could get too out of hand, Jimin had the self discipline to pull himself away from Jungkook, pushing him away with one hand on the shoulder. Reality settled in all too quickly, as their brains finally registered where they were and what they had done.
“That was…” Jimin uttered, staring at Jungkook in disbelief.
“Nice,” Jungkook mumbled. “That was nice.”
The two of them finally wracked up the courage to turn to look at the students who had somehow become their audience. They were greeted with a deafening silence. Some were still slack-jawed in disbelief, frozen until now. Others had slightly perverted smiles on their face, their youthful minds immediately jumping to conclusions. There were even tears running down some faces (Mike and Jenny were frantically wiping away Francis’ streaming tears with their sleeves), while others had legitimately passed out, sprawled on the floor or even face planting into their food.
Jimin and Jungkook glanced at each other, humility and embarrassment finally washing over them at last. Jimin turned away shyly, trying to look for a place to hide while Jungkook was stiffened in place, his eyes seemed like they would remain at twice their size, completely widened forever.
“We should probably…” Jimin started.
“Go,” Jungkook interrupted. “Let’s just go.”
As they tried to scamper off the platform, they were stopped in their tracks as a loud, dragged out sigh sounded across the Great Hall. All heads turned towards the direction it came from.
There stood Min Yoongi with an indifferent expression on his face, though his eyes were condescending (as always). He brought his hands together in a slow but loud clap, echoing throughout the entire hall.
“What are you all waiting for?” Yoongi said, his voice calm but surprisingly resonate. “Let us all congratulate the happy couple.”
Jungkook watched for afar, as Taehyung and Hoseok stared at him appalled for two whole seconds. But when Namjoon and Seokjin nodded at each other, their expressions were laden in complete shock.
Namjoon promptly stood up as well. “Let this occasion be a symbol of union between all Houses,” he said loudly and clearly. “We’re all the same at the end of the day. All students of Hogwarts. We share the same qualms and the same ambitions. And most importantly, we all love in the same way.”
And then, much to both Jimin and Jungkook’s surprise, he also joined in on the clapping. Seokjin also stood up next to Namjoon, following his lead. Hoseok and Taehyung stared blankly for several seconds, before glancing at each other with sudden knowing smiles on their faces. They commenced the clapping, but adding their own cheering and whooping to truly enhance the mood.
It was as if a wave had been initiated throughout the Great Hall. Slowly, but steadily, students started joining in on the clapping and cheering, with Namjoon’s firm message finally registering. Of course, not everyone agreed, as some were still sulking (or passed out) at their tables, but the hall started becoming progressively louder and louder, the initial cheering slowly becoming contagious. Many looked ecstatic, and much to Jungkook’s surprise, he saw several green tied students and red tied students stealing relieved glances to each other from across the room. He couldn’t help but smile to himself.
Jungkook suddenly felt a tugging on the sleeve of his robe.
Jungkook turned to see Park Jimin standing beside him, a beaming smile on his face.
“Good work,” Jimin spoke, eyes glistening with joy.
“Really though?” Jungkook muttered, scratching the back of his nape. “I feel like I shouldn’t be entirely forgiven yet.”
“Oh trust me, we have a lot to talk about,” Jimin winked, as he grabbed both of Jungkook’s hands. “But for now, you did very well.”
And when Jimin leaned in for a second kiss on Jungkook’s lips, the crowd went wild.
Of course, drastic changes are usually never entirely fulfilled overnight. The historical tension between the Gryffindor and Slytherin houses of Hogwarts could never be completely resolved with the exposure of star-crossed lovers. Despite that, Jeon Jungkook could roam the halls like he used, eyes looking towards him with more admiration than ever before (from most people). Naturally, many Slytherins would be forever abhorrent that the greasy Gryffindor poster boy of all people had managed to steal their own fairy right from under their noses, but there wasn’t much he could do about that.
It became easier for Jimin and Jungkook as a couple as well. Now, they could hold hands and walk each other to class without a care in the world. Sometimes, they would even receive encouraging pats and generous smiles, reassuring that what they were doing was right. For the time being, all seemed to be at peace at long last, the resolution to their troubles imperfect yet relieving nonetheless.
The differences were subtle, however noticeable. Upon stumbling into the Great Hall one morning, Jungkook couldn’t help but notice that there were a lot more green-tied students mingling with the others, much unlike before. Even more surprising was the fact that he saw the Gryffindor Quidditch Team and the Slytherin Quidditch Team seated at the same table, and though they weren’t yet brave enough to make conversation with each other, the gesture was certainly there.
But perhaps the most pleasant and best surprise of them all was that, upon stumbling towards his usual table where his friends were seated, Jungkook saw none other than Jimin sitting next to Yoongi. The others were all completely focussed on the blonde newcomer, transfixed on him with rather indecent glints in their eyes.
“Come on! You gotta tell us how you managed to seduce him!” Taehyung was grilling Jimin, urging him to spill.
“Yeah, I know right?” Hoseok followed. “His head is so swollen sometimes I don’t know how you managed to convince him to even look in the direction of a Slyth–”
Jungkook approached the table with his eyes cast downwards, making sure everyone noticed the defiant way he plopped down right next to Jimin.
“Why, hello there stranger,” Park Jimin slurred, mood noticeably brightened at once. “Took you long enough.”
“Oh who is this fresh face? You should introduce yourself!” Hoseok grinned, looking directly at Jungkook.
“Very funny,” Jungkook smile, almost instinctively putting an arm around Jimin but recoiled just in time.
“So…when are you gonna tell us?” Taehyung said, leaning forwards into his hands and smiling at the couple.
“Tell you what?” Jimin and Jungkook asked simultaneously.
“What we’re having for dinner tonight,” Seokjin muttered sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “Obviously, we wanna know what everyone else wants to know–”
Jungkook gulped, prepared to answer a difficult question about his past regarding the Slytherins.
“How did this happen in the first place?!” Seokjin continued, gesturing at them both. “I could’ve sworn you guys couldn’t stand each other!”
Jimin and Jungkook stole nervous glances at each other, not sure they were ready to be confronted so early and immediately like this.
“Well…it’s a long story,” Jungkook managed to mumble out, scratching the nape of his neck.
Hoseok gazed at the newly announced couple with crazy eyes. “Hey, Jungkook, don’t tell me all that time whenever you said ‘screw Park Jimin’ you actually meant–”
“That’s enough,” Namjoon interrupted. “They’ll tell us when they’re ready. If we rush them now we probably won’t get a good retelling anyway.”
“I still can’t believe it though!” Taehyung was gawking. “Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin are actually d…dating! And there’s another Slytherin at our table! Not even Professor Trelawney could’ve seen this one coming.”
“What can I say?” Jimin was grinning, leaning provocatively on his hand. “There was just something in the way that he was a complete moron that made him completely irresistible.”
Taehyung’s eyes widened in pleasant surprise. “Something tells me you and I are going to become great friends, Park Jimin,” he declared at once, reaching his hand out for a hi-five which Jimin immediately reciprocated.
“Alright, that’s enough,” Seokjin said. “I don’t need him to go all emo on us again. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen him this happy.”
Jimin looked at Jungkook and tilted his head innocently. “Are you that happy? Because of me?”
“No!” Jungkook spluttered unconvincingly, much to everyone else’s unamusement. “A lot of different things are making me happy!”
“You still suck at lying, you know that?” Jimin teased, tucking away a free strand of hair from Jungkook’s forehead.
“Oh my god, we have to sit with this from now on?” Yoongi spoke up for the first time, voice and gaze filled with disgust.
“My eyes,” Taehyung complained, as he attempted to shield them from his sight with his hands. “There’s just something insanely wrong about seeing Jungkook acting all lovey dovey. Can’t you guys go back to pretending to hate each other in front of me again?”
“I mean, we could,” Jimin smiled, suddenly leaning his head on Jungkook’s shoulder. “It takes just as much if not more passion to hate someone after all.”
“I’m leaving,” Yoongi announced, getting up before Namjoon dragged him back by the back of the robe.
“Just keep the flirting to a minimal,” Namjoon resolved, as he gave Jungkook the look.
“What? Don’t look at me!” Jungkook said defensively. “He’s the flirty one!”
“That’s not what it was that other night,” Jimin purred, grabbing onto Jungkook’s robe.
“Please excuse me.” Namjoon said at once, trying to grab his plate and run away before Seokjin took ahold of his ear and aggressively pulled him back down.
“It’s fine,” Seokjin sighed. “The newlywed phase only lasts so long. Just put up with it until they get tired of it.”
“Yes, because a couple who got together through the most unfavourable conditions and stuck together in the face of unrelenting judgment are just gonna simply get over each other,” Yoongi scoffed, voice full of reasonable sarcasm.
“You know what, Min Yoongi? Can you not argue with me just once?” Seokjin retaliated.
“I’ll peacefully relocate. You guys can stay and watch the inevitable public snogging,” Yoongi replied.
“You know, I get the feeling that Jimin isn’t welcome here…” Jungkook said suddenly.
“Oh that’s not it at all,” Yoongi said. “Both of you together aren’t welcome here. But since you’ve been here for awhile we don’t mind if you leave, we’ll take Jimin instead for a change of pace.” Jungkook was speechless, until Yoongi broke out into a grin and said: “Just kidding.”
“Alright, stop teasing them,” Seokjin said. “They’ve got enough to deal with already.”
“Like what? Can’t decide which classroom to canoodle in after class?” Hoseok grumbled.
“I said stop it!” Seokjin screeched at last. “Or I’ll Confound all of you!”
“Oho, don’t wanna mess with the Kim Seokjin’s Confundus Charm,” Hoseok raised his hands in defeat.
“You guys are impossible,” Seokjin sighed. “Sorry about this, Jimin. We’re not usually like this…well we are but I hope it didn’t scare you away too much.”
“No, I like it!” Jimin smiled. “You guys are very lively.”
“Then you’ll fit in nicely then,” Seokjin smiled encouragingly. Everyone else seemed all too eager to nod agreeingly.
“We gotta go,” Jungkook declared, getting up suddenly and grabbing Jimin by the hand.
Jimin seemed completely surprised, as he was pulled to his feet. “So soon? I was just getting to know th–”
“Let’s go,” Jungkook said sternly. As everyone was too stunned to say anything else, Jungkook pulled the slightly hesitant Jimin away from the table and out of the Great Hall by the hand.
“What are you doing?!” Jimin yelped. “Where are we going?”
Non-responsive, Jungkook kept walking through the corridors, eventually ending up outside. He looked left and right, as if yet to decide a destination, before heading straight towards a tree near the Training Grounds where they first officially got to know each other better.
“Jungkook, what’s up with you?” Jimin asked, still perplexed, and even more so when Jungkook just stood there without saying a single thing. “You okay there, Captain? Did the Ravenclaw Head Boy actually Confound you there?”
Jungkook remained still for a few more seconds, for long enough that Jimin raised an eyebrow and wondered if his speculations were actually.
Suddenly, Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows, took a deep breath, and let it go.
“I’m sorry, I’m acting stupid again,” he said, almost out of nowhere. “I just got you back and I’m already acting like this. I know, you were just trying to get to know my friends, yet I…nevermind.”
Jimin’s widened eyes softened at once, as he released just the extent of Jungkook’s innocence and naivety, even after all this time. He broke into a soft smile, pushing into an unsuspecting Jungkook until they both fell to the ground, with Jungkook’s back against the tree.
Still leaning on Jungkook’s chest, Jimin let out a long sigh as he looked up at Jungkook. “I definitely must have a thing for idiots,” he said aloud.
The fingers that had been subconsciously fiddling Jimin’s blonde hair stopped abruptly, their owner clearly displeased by what he had just heard. “Oh honey, how I love it when you sweet talk me,” Jungkook grumbled, his voice dripping in sarcasm.
“Shut up, Gryffindor. I’m so sweet,” Jimin snapped back, grinning as he pressed himself into Jungkook a little bit more. Jungkook’s hands instinctively snapped towards his upper back and hair.
“You really think you’re sweet?” Jungkook couldn’t help but scoff.
“Well, I happen to know a lot of candies that are really sour so–”
“Jungkook. Shut up.”
And in an instant, Jimin was kissing him again, full on the lips, for the first time in a long time where it was it just the two of them. Jungkook’s hands threaded through Jimin’s hair all over again and in that moment, they allowed themselves to be lost in each other’s breathing just as before. With their roaming hands and passionate touches, nothing else mattered once again, and every tense feeling was resolved in an instant.
Even when they broke apart, they remained there, with Jimin lying on Jungkook’s chest, for hours and hours. Jungkook would tell a bad joke and Jimin would start off by giving sympathy laughs, but then eventually actually genuinely finding them hilarious. Their conversations flowed like it never had before, as they spoke about everything they had in common as well as every way they were different. Before long, the sun had started sink below the horizon, yet they still seemed to be far from moving apart.
“By the way,” Jimin said suddenly, one hand rested on Jungkook’s chest while the other was gripping onto his wand, twirling and letting off random sparkles. “You still haven’t told me what you were gonna tell me if you won the Quidditch match.”
Jungkook seemed taken aback. “You still remember that?” he asked, incredulously.
“Of course. Now tell me what you were going to say.”
“Nothing…I just…” Jungkook took a deep breath. “I just wanted to ask for your forgiveness. For being an idiot and not trusting you. I should’ve just listened to you when you said you weren’t just playing with me. I told myself that I would only deserve that chance if I won the game against you. Fairly. But I didn’t.”
Jimin listened to him speak with large eyes. “Is that all?”
“More or less,” Jungkook sighed, leaning back. “I also wanted to tell you that I love you but…” His voice trailed off, and Jimin wondered if it was because he realized what he said or if he was just tired. Regardless, Jimin smiled softly at him as he extinguished his wand and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.
“I love you too, by the way,” Jimin whispered, tracing Jungkook’s lips. “Just in case you didn’t notice.”
“It’s hard to tell sometimes,” Jungkook mumbled, starting to turn red. To distract Jimin and keep him from seeing his blushing face, Jungkook suddenly got up and lifted a yelping Jimin into his arms, carrying him like a newlywed bride.
Jimin couldn’t help but grin. “Oh my, Captain. Where are you taking me now?”
Jungkook shrugged, as he started walking. “To a more private place.”
“How scandalous,” Jimin smirked as the sun finally slipped down below the horizon.
A sudden flash of light.
Before he could take another step, Jungkook suddenly let out a cry of extreme pain as he fell forwards, with Jimin toppling out of his arms.
“Jungkook! Are you okay?!” Jimin practically screamed, scrambling to get to his feet.
For a moment, it seemed as if the pain had faded, but then the light appeared again, this time undeniably present. Thinking quickly, Jimin’s eyes flashed towards the direction it seemed to come from, and there he saw a hooded figure barely hiding in the distance.
Jimin flicked his wand downwards, non-verbally casting a Stunning spell. It barely missed its target, who managed dodge out of the way. Jimin took the chance to run to Jungkook who was still writing in the aftermath of the pain.
“Jungkook, hurry, get up!” Jimin yelled. He quickly dragged Jungkook to his feet, eyes scanning around in panic in search of the assailant.
“I-I’m sorry,” Jungkook stuttered, eyes shaking and barely able to keep his legs straight. “I-I don’t know w-why I c-couldn’t withstand that.”
“You’re fine, it was a direct hit. We need to get out of here and get help!” Jimin spoke frantically.
But before Jungkook could even properly wield his wand, the cloaked stranger had appeared in front of them, this time with much more menace than before. The person aimed a spell straight at Jimin, without chanting a single word.
“Protego!” Jungkook cried, retaliating quicker as he protected Jimin from the dangerous blow. “What the hell? Is he serious?”
“Dammit. I don’t think we can get out of here without fighting,” Jimin grimaced, though he was already instinctively forming a tight grip on his wand.
“No choice then,” Jungkook uttered. “How’s your wand work?”
“Best of my year in the Slytherin Charms class.” Jimin retorted. “You?”
“I…used Colour Changing Charm on Namjoon’s hair once,” Jungkook mumbled quickly.
“Successfully?” Jimin asked.
“No. It turned pink so I played it off as a prank,” Jungkook sighed, glancing to Jimin. “Don’t look at me like that. I go to the Duelling Club sometimes, I’ll be fine!”
But the time for playful banter was over, as their opponent was waving their wand in an aggressive manner again. Dangerous bolts of lights of numerous colours flashed in the darkness, as Jimin and Jungkook did their best to dodge and shield themselves from the offensive spells.
“Man, I didn’t think skipping classes was enough for the professors to hate me this much,” Jungkook spoke, as he shielded himself against a blast of yellow.
“I don’t think it’s a professor,” Jimin replied. “Although the spells are numerous and non-verbal, they lack in accuracy and finesse–a professor’s spells would never be this reckless.”
“Well, maybe it’s a really angry professor,” Jungkook said, before attempting an unsuccessful Stunning Spell.
“We need a plan!” Jimin yelled. “Confringo!”
A semi powerful blast erupted from Jimin’s wand, knocking over a tree and giving them enough time to run and find a temporary. Breathing heavily, they leaned against the large boulder, their minds desperately searching for a decent plan.
“What does he want from us?!” Jungkook panted.
“I don’t know, but he seems particularly not fond of me,” Jimin noted.
“The spells cast in my direction were all dangerous hexes and jinxes intended to harm, while those in your direction were merely to fend you off and keep you from getting in the way,” Jimin explained through narrow breath. “He’s after me, Jungkook. So you should run and get help. I’ll hold him off alone.”
“You’re crazy! I can’t leave you like this!” Jungkook whispered harshly.
Jimin looked at Jungkook with pleading eyes. “Please, Jungkook. I can probably hold him off for long enough so that you can run into the school and get a professor, or even one of your friends. It’s the only way.”
“I’m not going to leave you,” Jungkook reasserted.
“Jungkook, don’t you trust me?” Jimin asked, his voice filled with desperation.
“More than anyone,” Jungkook answered without hesitating.
“Then trust me,” said Jimin. “Trust me when I say I can hold him off. I know my abilities. Just be fast, and we’ll be okay.”
“It’s better than both of us losing here. Please, Jungkook, believe me. Just this once.”
The flashes of light were getting closer again, and Jungkook was quickly running out of time to decide.
“Jungkook,” Jimin pleaded yet again. “Please. Go now.”
Jungkook sighed in defeat. He knew it was a lost cause to try and resist. It was now more than ever that he knew he needed to regain Jimin’s trust, to show him that he believed him beyond anyone else–
Suddenly, he saw the attacker in his field of view, directly in front of him. The wizard was still glancing around in all directions, clearly not yet aware of their hiding spot.
“STUPEFY!” Jeon Jungkook bellowed in the loudest voice possible, completely giving away their position only to have the spell be deflected off a well-camouflaged branch.
Jimin stared at him, appalled.
“Oh my god. You are actually an idiot,” Jimin couldn’t help but cry out, aghast, as he ducked to dodge yet another dangerous burst of spell.
“I’m sorry! I swore it would hit!” Jungkook replied, completely apologetic as he attempted to cast a shield to deflect the next spell but only ended up being knocked backwards by it.
“Great, now we’re both gonna die,” Jimin said angrily.
“Stop saying that! I’m not gonna let you die,” Jungkook said fiercely, as he tossed several more Stunning Spells out futilely, every single one of them missing their target.
“Just run!” Jimin yelped, scrambling to his feet and making a fast break to the school. Jimin gestured his wand in a direct horizontal line, allowing the turquoise light to hit its target, temporarily slowing the attacker down as Jungkook followed Jimin in a sprint. The two broke out into the open field of the Training Grounds, with only a quick sprint to lead them the rest of the way.
The incantation, undoubtedly a female's voice, was spoken loud and clear, as a large, fatal bold of red light hit Jimin directly in the back. Jungkook turned around and watched in horror as Jimin cried out in agony, collapsing to the ground, his body contorting in unnatural ways.
As Jimin continued to writhe and scream in pain, something snapped within Jungkook. A sudden feral glint appeared in his eyes, as he focussed them on the opponent who was still wielding the wand and blasting the red light straight towards Jimin’s body.
Jungkook took a stepped back, bringing his wand downwards then making a quick spiral at the end.
A bright jet of scarlet lightning flashed from Jungkook’s wand, knocking the caster back in a powerful blast, immediately ceasing the Cruciatus curse on Jimin. He quickly rushed to Jimin’s side, who was still coughing from the aftermath of the torture spell.
“Get up!” he said hurriedly, as he pulled Jimin to his feet. “You’re alright. You’ll be fine.”
But there was no time for recovery, as their opponent was also crawling back to his feet, heading straight for the wand that had been disarmed and tossed aside on the open field.
“Can you fight?” Jungkook asked.
“I should be the one asking you that,” Jimin replied, hacking a final cough as he shrugged himself into a fighting stance. Jungkook couldn’t help but smirk at Jimin’s confidence, and it was contagious, as a surge of excitement washed over him at the thought of taking down the enemy with Jimin by his side.
“Accio!” Jimin flicked his wand in an attempt to summon the assailant’s dropped wand just as she was about to stumble back upon it. The timing was barely missed, as the wand was once again in her hands.
Not bothering to hide her voice anymore, the witch repeatedly tossed out Hexes and Jinxes in an attempt to fend off her opponents who were now finally working together. Jungkook deflected several of the stuns with his Shield charms, and in the time between, Jimin managed to land a few Stunners that knocked her out of balance.
Before long, she was in the middle of the field, surrounded on either side by the Gryffindor and the Slytherin.
“Tarantallegra!” Jimin yelped, directing his wand straight at her legs. Her movements became hindered immediately, her legs moving in a trance as if she was dancing.
“Expelliarmus!” Jungkook bellowed, the bolt of white light accurately hitting her wand this time, pulling it out of her grasp as it flew right towards him. With a lunge, he managed to catch it in his own hands, rendering her completely disarmed at last.
Jimin drew his wand back for the final attack, flourishing a semi-circle followed by horizontal stroke and a harsh downwards flick.
The spell hit spot on as the target’s legs stopped moving first, followed by the rest of the body stiffening up, finally collapsing onto the ground.
Jimin and Jungkook rushed over with ragged breaths to check on the Petrified body of their attacker. Briefly, the two met eye contact, both breathing heavily. Jungkook felt a surge of something as he caught onto Jimin’s breathless expression, but quickly tore his vision away before he could act upon it. Wasting not another second, Jungkook quickly ripped off the hood of the victim’s face.
Both their eyes widened at once.
“A…Hufflepuff?” Jungkook gaped.
The female student was a stranger to both of them, the only thing recognizable was the yellow and black tie fastened around her neck, indicating that she was indeed a student of Hogwarts belonging to the Hufflepuff house. Her eyes were blank and staring straight ahead, a consequence of Jimin’s effective Full Body-Bind Curse.
“Do you recognize her?” Jungkook asked. “At all?”
Jimin scratched the back of his neck, squinting hard as if he was desparately trying to remember. “She looks kind of familiar…” he said slowly. “Isn’t she one of the Hufflepuff prefects or something? One of those really talented ones.” He stared at her face for another few seconds, before recalling something else.
“Wait a minute, isn’t she one of your fans, Jeon Jungkook?” Jimin asked suddenly.
Jungkook blinked several times, trying to recognize her. “I…don’t know.”
“How heartless, Captain. You don’t even know your own admirers,” Jimin contemplated.
“But why would she do this?” Jungkook asked.
Jimin shrugged. “Only time will tell,” he said. “That is, if she properly confesses. For now, let’s deliver her to the professors before the curse wears off. You think you can carry her?”
“Why me?” Jungkook whined, still exhausted from the battle.
“Well, I’m not doing it,” Jimin stated, in the most matter-of-factly voice possible.
Jungkook groaned, immediately bending down to throw the stiffened body over his shoulders. And with that, they both trudged back towards the school, ready to be finished with the evening of rather unpleasant surprises.
“The Disarming Spell, huh?” Jimin said, as they walked up a set of stairs towards the door.
“Yeah, what about it?” Jungkook asked. “It was one of the easier duelling spells to learn and I kind of stick to it when I’m in a bind.”
Jimin couldn’t help but smile a little at Jungkook’s claim.
“You really are the Gryffindor Golden Boy, aren’t you?” Jimin grinned.
It was later revealed that the assailant was indeed a upper year female student from the Hufflepuff house. She had been extremely popular amongst all the upper year students and professors, as she was a talented witch who excelled at all her classes and was also very amiable with her peers. Needless to say, she had long hidden an obsession with the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, and while she appeared to be a harmless fan, her actions had certainly proved otherwise in the end.
To the interogating professors, she confessed to also being responsible for accidentally harming Seeker Jane Holmes at the very beginning, though she had intended to aim for the Slytherin Seeker instead in order to give the Gryffindor Team an advantage. When her plan deeply backfired and even resulted in Jungkook sacrificing his own win to save the Slytherin Seeker, she started to quietly concoct an alternative plan. However, time had been against her, as the confession in the Great Hall was far beyond the threshold of the breaking point. Unable to accept the idea of her beloved Captain being together with the very Park Jimin whom she despised, she decided she had to matters into her own hands.
When the startling news finally spread amongst the students of Hogwarts, people were shocked to discovered it was indeed a Hufflepuff who had committed the horrible acts. Indeed, a student from the House said to be representative of loyalty and kindness had single-handedly sent the school into an unbelievable turmoil of drama and chaos for over a month, even daring to cast an Unforgivable Curse against a fellow student. Despite the excitement and disbelief at the rumours and news that quickly spread, the underlying message had suddenly become a lot clearer: that it didn’t matter which House each student came from. Different personalities of all sorts were intermingled amongst them all.
Needless to say, the two Hufflepuffs that were probably the most shaken by the revelation happened to be the two that were closest to the Gryffindor Captain himself.
“I can’t believe it was her!” Taehyung was crying on one particular evening. “She was a prefect and everything. Everyone loved her! How dare she stain the reputation of the Hufflepuff house like this.”
“I know right,” Hoseok mumbled. “Everyone treated her like a queen and she goes and dishonours our house like this. Disgusting.”
“Can you both calm down already? No one’s blaming it on the Hufflepuffs,” Jungkook said. “We know better now than to make assumptions.”
Taehyung raised an unsatisfactory eyebrow. “Oho, you’re defending her now, aren’t you?” he said. “Of course you would, since she was your fangirl after all.”
“Why are you starting to sound like you want to blame this on me?” Jungkook asked, narrowing his eyes. “She was my fangirl who tried to blow me up. I wouldn’t defend her.”
“If you just acted like yourself in public,” Taehyung was still grimacing. “Then maybe this wouldn’t have happened.”
“Oh my god, you’re actually trying to blame me,” Jungkook huffed, appalled.
“‘Look at me! I’m Jeon Jungkook! Captain of the Gryffindors. So manly. So macho!’” Taehyung mocked. “Man, to think if I’d just shown her that photo of you scratching your bum before practice none of this would have ever happened.”
“Relax, I’m kidding,” Taehyung smiled suddenly. “She deserves to be expelled. And that’s that. Our troubles as students are over.”
“Not yet,” Jungkook mumbled, reaching up to his collar.
Hoseok glared at him in disbelief. “Are you really considering that going to a formal with your boyfriend is equivalent to almost getting tortured to death?”
“I guess so.” Jungkook sighed, hands removed from the bowtie that he had tried to fix for the tenth time already. Giving up, he tapped on it with his wand, allowing it to straighten immediately. Taehyung and Hoseok were already fully dressed in their formal attire, with Taehyung lying on Jungkook’s bed and Hoseok seated on a chair.
“What are you even worried about?” Hoseok asked. “You’re going to a dance with a beautiful date. What more could a man ask for at this age?”
“Dude, I have no idea what to do!” Jungkook sighed. “I’ve never danced with him before! What if I trip or say something stupid or whatever.”
“You’d never 2v1ed a powerful witch with him either and that turned out alright,” Taehyung pointed out. “Besides, he knows that you’ll probably trip and that you’re definitely gonna say something stupid so it’s fine.”
Jungkook threw an exasperated glance, indicating that he was not helping.
A sudden knock at the door, followed by a polished Kim Seokjin poking his head in, appearing more handsome than usual in his formal attire.
“Is he done caking on his makeup yet?” he sighed tiredly. “It’s already started. Even all the girls are done before him, what’s he up to?”
“He’s worried his level of performance won’t impress his date,” Hoseok smirked, getting up from the chair and buttoning up his vest.
“You look great, Jungkook,” Seokjin reassured. “Let’s go, before Jimin has to wait too long.” He said the last sentence with a wink, knowing the right places to prod Jungkook. As expected, Jungkook nodded obediently, and followed his friends out the door and down to the outdoor area where the ball was taking place.
It was exactly as one would imagine a ball created by magical beings to look like. The lawn that was familiar to the students had been completely transformed, decorated with floating candles that sported tiny white flames, lighting up the entire area. White flowers were placed all around the white columns and silver tables. The air seemed to be glistening with particles of twinkling sparkles, emphasizing the glowing ambience. The ladies were adorned in lovely, flowing robes of pastel, white or dark colours, while the gentlemen wore suits of black or white with capes of various sizes to match. Already students and professors alike had taken to the floor of the makeshift ballroom, accompanying each other to the gentle orchestral music.
Jeon Jungkook, however, only had eyes for one person. When he caught sight of the familiar head of golden hair, glistening underneath all the sparkles and silver, his breath immediately hitched in his throat. Jungkook remained stiffened as if he was Petrified.
Seokjin gave him a gentle nudge from behind. “Stop staring at him like he’s a Veela,” Seokjin teased.
“…are we sure he isn’t at least part Veela?” Jungkook replied, slightly frowning, though he was in complete awe.
“Go get him, golden boy,” he said encouragingly, before leaving his side and heading over to Kim Namjoon who was awaiting him by the refreshments. Hoseok and Taehyung had also long disappeared, undoubtedly already mingling into the crowds. Yoongi was yet to be seen, though Jungkook wouldn’t be surprised if he decided not to show up at all.
Jungkook gulped, taking a daring step towards his date. At this point, Park Jimin had already noticed, glancing up to see Jeon Jungkook nervously stepping towards him. With a brilliant smile, he confidently made his way over to Jungkook, though the unusually shy smile on his face indicated that he was in fact feeling quite humbled.
“We match,” Jimin said simply, upon standing in front of Jungkook. And that they did. Jungkook with his form fitting black dress robes and cape, while Jimin’s were of the same style but instead in an unblemished, silvery white shade.
“Wait, one more thing,” Jimin said, pulling out his wand. He tapped onto the lapel of Jungkook’s suit, from a which a beautiful white flower blossomed, matching the black that was one pinned on his own. “Now we match.”
“Y-you look gritty,” Jungkook blurted.
“Excuse me?” Jimin said, though the smile was still evident in his tone.
“You look great,” Jungkook reiterated. “Pretty…both.” He had already turned bright red, Jimin’s beaming aura too much for him to handle (and it’d only been a mere few seconds).
Jimin visibly flushed for the first time in front of Jungkook, and it was doing all sorts of weird (yet pleasant) things to Jungkook’s heart.
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” Jimin smiled, taking Jungkook’s hands in his own. Jungkook felt reassured immediately, returning the comforting smile that Jimin had so gracefully bestowed upon him. “Shall we dance?”
“I mean, if you want to…”
The two made their way hand in hand into the midst of the spinning crowd. Jungkook’s heart pounded wildly in chest as he grabbed Jimin’s hand and waist, and took the first step. They started off clumsy, but after a few steps following Jimin’s gentle lead, it almost felt natural. What’s more, Jimin’s vibrant smile as he remained in his arms was more than enough to keep Jungkook in an elated mood.
After a while, the two realized that the more they attempted to blend into the crowd, the more they stood out. The couples around them had evidently started noticing that it was none other than the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain and Slytherin Seeker dancing right next to them, and had commenced their whispering. As much as he tried to ignore it, Jungkook couldn’t help but be slightly perturbed at the many eyes that were focussed on them. People were blatantly staring, and Jungkook wasn’t sure what to do about it–this was supposed to be his and Jimin’s moment, and it was quickly turning uncomfortable.
“Um…Jimin…” Jungkook whispered, making sure the others didn’t hear. “Do you…uh…”
“I figured you’d noticed,” Jimin replied. “Watch and learn.”
Jungkook watched intently, as Jimin’s lips barely moved. Suddenly, all the flames on the floating candles blew out all at once, leaving only the dim lighting of the fairy lights. The students were immediately jolted, some afraid while others were excited, believing that an event was about to occur. Before the professors had time to restore the candles, Jimin and Jungkook had already long escaped from the ball, running off hand in hand without anyone else realizing.
It wasn’t long before they found themselves back near the Quidditch Training Grounds, standing beneath the tree that Jungkook had been hiding behind the night he had accidentally followed Jimin. They both leaned on the tree for a few seconds, catching their breath.
“Did you blow out all those candles without even touching your wand?” Jungkook asked.
“Just the Fire-Extinguishing Charm,” Jimin said casually, as if it truly were nothing.
Jungkook’s eyes were still widened, slightly in admiration, slightly in fear. “Yes, but wandless,” Jungkook said. “Those are super hard to do at our skill level. And I noticed when we were duelling the other day you cast several non-verbal spells…you’re actually a really scary wizard, aren’t you?”
Jimin laughed softly. “Not really,” he said. “I took a candle to my bed every night to practice doing that after you asked me out to the ball that time. You know, back when we were still supposed to be a secret. It took a lot of practice, and for awhile I thought it would all be for nothing.”
“Remind me never to piss you off,” Jungkook said, only now realizing just how talented of a wizard Jimin was.
“Too late,” Jimin grinned. “Already did that. Besides, you say that but you were able to cast a non-verbal spell yourself, don’t you remember?”
Jimin smirked. “You’re scarier than you think, Jeon Jungkook. When it really counts, you can do pretty amazing things that I would never be able to do in a million years.”
The praise ended on a soft note. Jimin stared lovingly into Jungkook’s eyes as Jungkook did the same. Wordlessly, quietly, Jimin’s hands were suddenly pressed on Jungkook’s chest and Jungkook’s hand was lining Jimin’s jaw as they kissed, softly and gently, basking in the overwhelming sweetness beneath the moonlight. And as they pulled apart, Jungkook realized this was what he truly wanted, the kind of moment he truly desired when he first asked Jimin to be his date for this evening.
“So…you wanna finish that dance?” Jungkook asked.
“Sure,” Jimin said.
They started swaying again in each others’ arms again, capes flying as they spun around and around playfully, their laughter melodically echoing throughout the open field. After a while, Jimin buried his face into Jungkook’s shoulder, and they continued like that, sharing each other’s warmth beneath the glistening night sky.
“I could stay like this forever,” Jungkook mumbled, making sure to brush his lips against the strands of Jimin’s hair.
“Really?” Jimin said suddenly. “Aren’t you getting kind of bored?”
Jungkook looked at Jimin, slightly astonished. “You are?”
Jimin pulled away, a teasing grin his face. “I’ve got an idea,” he said abruptly. “It’s much more exciting. I think you’ll like it.”
Jungkook watched as Jimin started to unbutton his jacket and tossed it aside without a care in a while–though not without retrieving his wand first.
“Accio,” Jimin spoke.
And immediately, it clicked in Jungkook’s mind.
It took barely a second, but before Jungkook even knew it, he was gripping onto his trusty Firebolt while Jimin’s Nimbus 2001 was firmly held in his right hand, while the other was gripping onto a quivering red sac that undoubtedly contained a Snitch within.
“How about it, Jeon?” Jimin said coyly, in an awfully familiar tone. “No destruction of property and no wands with the exception of absolute emergencies. First one to catch the Golden Snitch after it gets a 30 second head start wins. Can’t get caught otherwise you’re eliminated. It’s been awhile, you think you still got it in you?”
Jungkook couldn’t even try to hide the smile that was rapidly spreading on his face. “You’re on,” he smirked, quickly tossing his own jacket aside.
They wasted no time in climbing onto their brooms, as Jimin released the Snitch into the pitch black night sky.
“Ready?” Jimin asked.
“Always,” Jungkook grinned in response.
Jimin was also smiling, although his brows had furrowed and his eyes narrowed, ready to go all out against the rival–who was now also his lover.
~six months later~
Jeon Jungkook woke up with a bright smile on his face, eagerly looking forward to the day ahead.
He walked through the halls confidently on his way to class, as heads turned to see the face that was now more than familiar throughout the school.
“Hey, Jungkook! See you at Duelling Club later?” a blonde Hufflepuff female student smiled as he walked by.
“Yeah, I’ll be there,” Jungkook responded.
“Oi, it’s Jeon!” a tall Slytherin male walked up to him and clapped him on the shoulder. “When are you gonna come to Hogsmeade with us again? We had so much fun last time!”
Jungkook grinned in response. “I’ll get back to you, bro,” he said, fist bumping the guy before they parted ways.
“Hey Jungkook! See you in class later!” a Gryffindor student waved in passing, as Jungkook waved back.
He rounded the corner to bump into Taehyung, who joined him on the way to Potions.
“Look at you, Mr. Popular. Dare I say it you’re even more popular than me nowadays,” Taehyung smirked,
Jungkook shrugged. “Nah, I’m just being myself.”
“Who would’ve thought you of all people could fix this school,” Taehyung chortled, clapping a hand on his shoulder.
“I definitely didn’t do it alone,” Jungkook smiled.
“Captain, you’re late!” Amy called, though the smile was evident on her face. Jungkook walked in clutching his broom in one hand and hi-fiving her with the other.
“Look who’s back!” Jenny said gleefully.
And as he gave a closer look, he saw that Jane Holmes, their talented Seeker had indeed returned, full fledged with a look of determination in her eyes, ready to make up for the lost time.
“Good to see you again in uniform, Jane,” Jungkook said in relief. “How do you feel?”
“I’m ready for my comeback,” Jane replied at once. “So we can’t lose this one.” Her team members cheered in unison.
“Well. Something tells me it won’t be easy,” Jungkook said, as he walked to the front, leading his team.“But you’re right. We won’t lose.”
Crystal rolled her eyes at side, as the Gryffindor Quidditch Team made their way onto the pitch. “Can you tryhards relax for a hot minute. It’s just a practice match.”
Francis scoffed next to her. “That doesn’t mean we should try any less,” he said. “Plus, the Chasers are probably gonna have to try twice as hard as usual to make up for distractionson the pitch.”
Krystal appeared confused for a second. “What distrac–oh.”
A flourish of green capes appeared as the opponent for their practice session appeared on the Pitch. Their march was confident, eager, much like the Gryffindors, as the two teams met in the middle of the field.
The two Captains stepped up, both with determined looks in their eyes.
“Thanks for organizing this, Captain. It’s was a great idea.” the Slytherin Quidditch Captain said. “But still, we won’t go easy.”
“Likewise,” Jungkook replied, firmly shaking the Captain’s hand.
Out of the corner of his eyes he caught a wisp of golden, and despite his resistance, he couldn’t help but glance over to the player standing directly across from Jane, the one who was the official Seeker of the Slytherin team.
“Oi, Captain,” the Slytherin Captain called suddenly, a teasing tone in his voice. “Keep your eyes on the prize, huh?”
Both teams immediately understood the insinuation, as the members burst out into laughter and wolf-whistles, while Jungkook bent his head down in shame, slightly blushing.
“Let’s have a fair game,” Amy smiled from beside Jungkook, as the players proceeded to mount their brooms. As they began to gain altitude, Jungkook felt his heart beat faster and faster, having been reinstated to his original position as a Chaser. This time, it would be a game with no excuses.
And yet, just as the Quaffle was released from beneath, Jungkook was the first to grab onto the Quaffle, as he started his flight towards the Slytherins’ hoops. His flight was quick and precise as usual, and he made his way towards the opposite side in record time.
But then, just as he was about to start the first goal, something caught his eye. As if slow motion, the pretty Slytherin Seeker was suddenly in front of him, deliberately trying to catch his eye. And as if the adrenalin wasn’t enough to keep his blood pulsing at an insane pace, Park Jimin suddenly decided to wink at him, his blonde locks still flowing over his eyes.
Jungkook hesitated, and in that moment, he realized he’d made a mistake. As the Quaffle left his fingertips, it was immediately blocked, rebounded by the Keeper’s broom who knocked it back to near the centre where her teammate was waiting.
The Gryffindor Captain remained there for two seconds, slightly dazed, even when several of his teammates flew by, all shaking their heads but with knowing smiles on their faces. And then for a second, just for a second, he dared to take a glance at Park Jimin, who was busy running his fingers through his hair as if he had done absolutely nothing at all.
Deliberately, the Slytherin Seeker suddenly flew down so that he was almost right next to Jungkook, brushing against his shoulder and then looking back with what was clearly a triumphant smile on his face. Jungkook felt the chills run all through his body. He quickly realized that from now on, Quidditch matches against the Slytherins would no longer simply be a battle of simply Quidditch, if anything was indicated by the way his body was overreacting in so many different ways.
“Come on, Captain,” Jimin called behind him, deliberately dragging out the last word. “You can do better than that.”
Jungkook gulped, despite himself. This is gonna be a long game…