breaking stereotypes

KIM NAMJOON 17 | 6TH YEAR METAMORPHMAGUS | R ANIMAGUS | R PUREBLOOD

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alphabet boy - jin/namjoon

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“It’s no problem.” His signature gentle smile graces his lips as he watches his new seatmate settle on the chair across from him, pleased that his invitation had not been turned down. Although, that is to be expected because passing up on an invitation from Kim Seokjin isn’t exactly the most ideal thing to do. Gears begin to shift behind his eyes as he studies the younger wizard in front of him, put off by how someone like him would have the audacity to upstage him. 

But he supposes that he wouldn’t mind a challenge, even if it’s with someone as inferior as a Hufflepuff.

Apparently though, none of his Slytherin seatmates are exactly fond of the idea of having a Hufflepuff at their table but no one dared to say anything about it. They know better than to question Jin’s motives after all; his motives are always believed to be for the good of everyone. One friendly Slytherin in particular had smiled and greeted Namjoon though so that’s new.

He then shifts his eyes to the books Namjoon has laid out on the table. Achievements in Charming. A Compendium of Common Curses and Their Counter-Actions. Self-Defensive Spellwork. A few other more could be seen buried under the ones that are in view. The guy seems to be getting his hands full today compared to Jin’s who’s only been leafing through the Moste Potente Potions. How he got his hands on it, no one asked. Suddenly painfully aware that some of their seatmates are now looking at the two of them back and forth with inquisitive eyes, Jin clears his throat and maintains his calm demeanor.

“You sure have your hands full today.” He opts for a light conversation, his meager casual smile still intact. “You plan on studying here all day?”

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Only when he sat down does he realize that the table was full of Slytherins. His previous demeanor was suddenly gone as it became overshadowed by the immense feeling of having so much eyes pinned on him.

Namjoon’s not really big with attention. He doesn’t care most of the time, but too much attention on him is quite overwhelming per se. He didn’t ask for it, and he wishes he had just stuck to his plan on going back to the Hufflepuff basement because not even Seokjin’s smile that felt welcoming earlier on can’t even save him from the hell that he’s currently in: dealing with a table full of Slytherins.

When he hears someone greet him, he was surprised. Just the thought of an upperclassman Slytherin acknowledging his existence fills him with delight to some extent, but as usual, there’s always the part of him that eats him up in the inside about how Slytherins won’t ever notice Hufflepuffs (the reason he hasn’t said anything to Yoongi about his crush admiration for the elder).  He smiles and nods towards the other Slytherin that had greeted him as a sign of recognition for the greeting, but says nothing at all.

When there was nothing but silence between anyone in the table he was invited in, he took out a notebook and started skimming through the books as he wrote extra notes on the margins of the pages of the Journal. He made sure his Korean handwriting was readable, instead of the chicken scratch that his handwriting ends up to be whenever he’s writing notes down in class. Jeongguk needs to be able to understand what things he needed to review for the O.W.L.s, and he wants Jeongguk to be able to pass them with outstanding remarks, or at least exceeds expectations remarks on the examination.

There was a noise that he can’t quite place what it was; maybe it was a cough or a clearing of the throat, but he was too focused on writing notes down that he doesn’t realized that Seokjin had been talking to him.

“H-Huh?”, he asked, eyes wide as he looked up, the quill lifted off of the page of the journal as he smiles sheepishly.

“O-oh no. I… This really aren’t… for me.”, he says as he rubs the nape of his neck. “I-It’s for a f-friend. Y-yeah. A friend.”, he mumbles as he finished the footnotes he had about the counter-spell ‘Finite Incantatem’.

“H-How about you, h—“, he stops as he gnawed on his lower lip. They were in Great Britain, and he doesn’t really know if he should be calling him hyung here, or if he was brought up in a traditional Korean household.

“S-should I call you h-hyung?”

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study guides & feelings (is this on the test?)

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oh–oh no.  he’s stuttering and goddamn why is he so fucking cute?  what the fuck yoongi didn’t ask for this–

wait.  hold on one gay second–why does namjoon look confused?

“o-oh, you are?” yoongi blinked, his hair under his beanie changing to pink faster than it’s ever had before (including that time when they had spent break with namjoon that one year and yoongi had seen the younger getting out of the pool and yoongi had promptly walked face first into a pole–not his proudest, but his gayest, moment) when realization hits him, hard.

jungkook, that sneaky little shit, lied.  namjoon hadn’t been expecting him at all.  shit–how does this look, yoongi showing up out of nowhere unannounced asking about fucking study guides like?  fuck.  that’s it, yoongi’s disowning the younger.  he’s gonna do it.  disown him and leave him to his own devices in trying to navigate through the school and charm all the muffins so they always fly away when he tries to take a bite–

wait part two.  namjoon… wants him to stay?  yoongi’s cheeks are dusted a light pink, hopefully unnoticeable, eyes focusing on the table rather than the cute visible of a sleepy but hardworking kim namjoon that’s right in front of him (holy fucking shit, they’re sitting really close actually when were these tables so small–).

“i-i’ll stay then, yeah.  make sure you don’t die of boredom, y'know, working ‘cause–” yoongi spared a glance at the guides in namjoon’s nice hands, face scrunching up almost cutely. “–that looks like hella boring work.”  and also hard–he lowkey hopes jungkook suffers doing them.

(he considered asking the other if he can put more math in but yoongi decided against it–it was, afterall, because of jungkook the whole reason why yoongi’s getting this time to spend with his crush of a fuckass long time.)

a moment of silence passed before yoongi realized, with horrible clarity, that he has no fucking idea how to carry on a conversation with the taller without making a complete and utter ass of himself.  oh boy is this going to be something.

“so,” yoongi began lamely, barely resisting the urge to wince at himself. “how’ve you been, joonie?”  the nickname slipped out without yoongi noticing it, the slytherin too busy shifting around to get comfortable in the hard library chairs so he can rest his head on his arms while also maintaining eye contact with the other.

(look at him go, maintaining eye contact with his crush without immediately dying–he’s learning.  somewhat.  okay, he’s only lowkey dying at this point.)

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The look on Yoongi’s face was almost similar to the time when he was  saying ‘hi’ to him while drying himself with a towel. Yoongi replied and  continued on his way, though a few moments after he turned, he hit one of the  pillars that held the balcony up.  Namjoon  warned him about it, but he was far too busy stuffing his hair into his  beanie when he did to hear his warning it seems.

Though, currently, he didn’t seem to bother to tuck his hair beneath  the beanie anymore, and of course, Namjoon noticed the cute pink that his  hair’s current color is. He had always adored the shade of pink that Yoongi’s  hair turns to. He had since figured that it was his favorite color. Yoongi  Pink, as he calls it, well, in his head at least.

Again, Namjoon rubs his eyes with his fist hiding beneath the sleeves  of his oversized sweater as a smile adorns his face. “Yeah. I won’t be long.”,  he tells Yoongi in almost a whisper as a yawn manages to escape his lips.

Namjoon giggles slightly when Yoongi tells him that he’ll stay,  though immediately hides it by turning back to what he’s been doing,  scrunching his nose to try to conceal the smile that was threatening to show.

“N-not really. I love learning, not that I haven’t learned these  things, but—Well, it’s nice to help Jeongguk, too, you know? That kid really  grows in you, doesn’t he?”, he says as he adds on a few more notes on the  margins of the page to help explain the answers for one of the problems he  had written down a bit earlier.

Namjoon then continues to finish up the notes, taking a deep breath  as he puts one of the study guides aside to get on with the last one, the easiest  if you ask him, Potions. Namjoon’s got a huge fascination with working with  Potions, especially now that he’s excelling in the class so much after lots  of research and knowledge from his father. It’s one of the things he enjoyed watching  his father do when at home, sometimes, even helping him with little things  like reaching for some ingredients or measuring some of the things that were  needed to be measured.

When Yoongi asked him how he was, he didn’t answer him right away.  The nickname stuck out to him, and he might be blushing just slightly (okay,  he’s blushing a whole lot, because holy fuck, did Min Yoongi just call him  Joonie?).

Only when Yoongi’s head came into his peripheral that he was pulled  out of his trance. Yep, that’s a face. It’s a face he wouldn’t mind staring at for long hours.

“I’ve been good.”, he mumbles before continuing to write little notes  on the margins of the page. “Been busy, well, I’ve been holing myself in the  library.”, he chuckles as he finishes up the footnote on the page. He then  turns the page to find the last couple of pages of the study guides that he  had made for Jeongguk.

“How about you, hyung? Been napping a lot?”

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So... I succumbed into making a thought blog for Namjoon. Have fun with the memes!

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alphabet boy - jin/namjoon

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Jin mops his face with his hands in immense frustration. He’s been pushing the memory to one side, only to have it replaced by another. He has always been the object of the professors’ rare approvals. He has suggested techniques that could make the lessons fairly easier to understand and is often praised by how he constantly thinks outside the box. But now, things are just plummeting down to a shithole of nuisance.

Every single day, it’s Namjoon here, Namjoon that and the blond could feel himself reaching the brink of his patience. That infuriating Hufflepuff has apparently also been proposing a few effective techniques that completely contradict his techniques and most students now appear to prefer the inferior’s than his. And to make matters worse, that idiot turns out to be providing private tutoring sessions for Jungkook– a Slytherin underclassman. He would’ve been fine with it if he’s dealing with a Ravenclaw but this is a Hufflepuff– and an underclassman to top it off– and that fact alone is enough to have the blond’s peers taunting him and comparing him to that muttonhead. 

Speaking of the devil, Jin catches sight of Namjoon looking around the library with a couple of books in his hands. Seeing as most of the seats are occupied saved for the one across from Jin, the blond decides to do the unthinkable and feign the kind of fondness most people appear to have for the younger wizard. Perhaps it’s about time he figures this guy out.

“Namjoon…!” He calls out, but still keeping the volume of his voice in check as he gestures to the empty seat in front of him with a well-practiced smile on his face. “You can sit here if you want.” 

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With the O.W.L.s getting closer, Namjoon’s putting twice more effort into helping Jeongguk as much as he can lately, whether it be making more study  guides, practicing spells with him, and staying up with the younger to review  the concepts with him.

Though today, he planned to practice spells, charms, and curses with Jeongguk later on once he finished the study guides he’s making for him early  enough. Maybe he also has some extra time to read some for tomorrows class.

Namjoon felt like he’s doing exceptionally well with his classes lately, and he’s been really proud of himself, especially with the praises he’s been getting from their professors. Namjoon doesn’t like attention, but when he feels as if there’s something wrong, he’d try to think it over and over, and then tell the teacher. He would then explain why he sees the fault with a certain thing, like what he did earlier on during their Potions class.

“Wouldn’t crushing the Sopophorous Bean would release its juice better than just cutting it?”, he asks, but when he receives no answer, he takes his bean and crushes it with the blade of his dagger before squeezing the juice out into the cauldron. “Besides, it’s easier than cutting it.”

When the professor asked how he figured it out he answered with a smile.

“My father taught me a lot of things. He loves making potions, and this is one of the things he taught me growing up.”

He was busy checking books out for Jeongguk’s study guides, that he almost  didn’t hear his name being called. He looks around and he sees one of the  Slytherin upperclassmen from his potions class. Kim Seokjin. He blinks at him  when he offered the seat across from him to him.

Namjoon was planning on heading back to the Hufflepuff basement right  after acquiring the books seeing as though the library was almost full, but  he doesn’t want to be rude, so he just saunters over to Seokjin’s table after  grabbing the last book he needed with a soft smile.

“Kim Seokjin, right? Thank you. I thought I would have to go back to  the basement after grabbing these cause the library’s packed today.”

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study guides & feelings (is this on the test?)

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in hindsight, maybe being a bit too obvious with his giant crush on his younger brother’s tutor was a mistake–especially if said younger brother was one min jungkook who absolutely loved to meddle with yoongi’s personal life and forced him into situations where the potential for disaster was strong as fuck.

and why, do you ask, is min yoongi standing outside of the library staring at the doors like they just personally offended him?  why, it’s all because of min jungkook and his meddling demon ass.  teasing yoongi about his crush, apparently, just wasn’t enough for him so he decided to wake yoongi up from a nap and kicked him out of the room (this brat had the audacity to actually kick yoongi in the ass on his way out), cheerfully waving him off with the news that namjoon was waiting for him in the library to help him finish some study guides for jungkook.

see, yoongi could’ve just crashed somewhere, hung out with someone until it was safe to come back to the slytherin common room and lied about going to the library but–

namjoon was waiting for him, jungkook had said (little fucker™ planned this, obviously, but he knew yoongi wouldn’t skip if namjoon was expecting him to show up and min yoongi will be damned before he ever lets namjoon down–fuck, he’s really gay).  namjoon was waiting for him and so, obviously, yoongi had to fucking show up even though he could already sense his hair turning pink towards the ends.

shoving his beanie onto his head, yoongi grumbled out another curse towards the existence of min jungkook (even though, a smaller–and gayer–part of him was thanking him for giving him this chance to hang out with his crush) before he walked in through the doors and searched for the tall cute hufflepuff.

“hey,” yoongi greeted, awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck as he sat down in the chair across from namjoon.  oh fuck, he’s even cuter up close oh no–rest in pieces min yoongi ‘cause this boy is going to be the death of you. “so–what, uh, are we–what subjects are we doing? for jungkook’s, uh, study guides?” he nodded at the study guides namjoon was writing out, internally groaning at how fucking stupid he just sounded because, honestly, what else is there to ask about subjects for?

he tripped up over his words some and he lowkey fucked up some but it’s all good, yoongi is the picture perfect image of cool and collected… with slightly pink tips decorating his blonde hair but, y’know, nobody’s perfect–just like that super old hannah montana song says, right?

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Namjoon had been up all night working on Jeongguk’s study guides. It’s  not really something new or something he was asked to do. He was doing it for  Jeongguk, and honestly, he’d do anything for this boy. They’d been friends  since forever, but it all started when he was tutoring the boy for one of the  classes he took back in his first year (this was during his second year and  since then, he just continued tutoring the boy), and eventually, he got to  know that Jeongguk actually has a cute older brother in the same house as  him.

He doesn’t really know what his natural hair color is as… it varies  when he’s around. So, don’t even bother asking him because he’s probably  gonna say rainbow, which doesn’t really help at all.

The study guides are mostly for the O.W.L.s, but some of them are  generally for Jeongguk’s core classes. He’s almost done, but he’s re-checking  everything to make sure that Jeongguk’s getting the right information and  materials for his classes.

He was starting to feel the exhaustion when he spots a familiar  looking beanie from his peripheral. Yoongi, probably. (Listen, he may or may  not have this teeny tiny crush on Jeongguk’s brother… it’s a lie he’s been  tutoring kook for a while and had known the brothers even more ever since  that one summer break they spent in Namjoon’s parents’ place in London. It  was interesting hanging out with the both of them (but during that time, he’s  sure Yoongi’s hair had been pink, until times when he’s asleep… it wasn’t).

He hears the hey, but he doesn’t look up. Nope. He doesn’t. He keeps  his eyes on the quill he’s holding and what he’s writing, but when he suddenly  asks about the study guides, he looks up confused, and holy fuck. What the  fuck. Why is he so close? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Namjoon blinks and tilts his head, confused. “W-What do y-you mean?”,  oh my god. Kim Namjoon, you’re fucked. Why did you stutter.

“I’m… I’m almost done with them.”, he mumbles rubbing the sleepiness  out of his eyes (Nope, it’s still there, Namjoon. You haven’t slept since  yesterday what the fuck do you think do you look like--)

Oh, fuck. He hasn’t showered at all, and what time is it? He doesn’t  even know…

“I… started them last night, and I-I’m just re-checking them. I got  it.”, he says with a smile, his hand coming to the nape of his neck. Oh no,  does that sound like he wants him gone fuck. Oh, fucking hell.

“Y-You can stay though. I don’t… I don’t mind company. It’s—It’s nice  actually. I don’t like staying here alone. It gets too quiet sometimes.”

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. . . REVIEWING STUDENT PROFILE . . REVIEW COMPLETED! ACCEPTED!

Please welcome [ KIM, NAMJOON ], a [ 17 ] year old [ PUREBLOOD ] wizard/witch. Raised as a [ KOREAN ], [ EUGENE ] is currently attending Hogwarts as a [ 6TH ] year in the [ HUFFLEPUFF ] house.

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