DISCLAIMER: We changed the HP canon slightly due to the NSFW nature of our fics: in that sense, all characters are adults, even if the original story suggests otherwise!
MAIN MASTERLIST | WIPs
all because of you | ksj
They say food is the ultimate way into someone’s heart. It would be a shame if Seokjin didn’t at least try to confirm this belief.
➺ Genre: friends to lovers; fluff, crack, smut
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all for you | myg
The moon might be his most painful burden - but you're his greatest comfort.
➺ Genre: werewolf!au, established relationship; fluff, angst, smut
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all of you | jhs
Time supposedly heals all wounds, but the scars you left behind never seem to fade.
➺ Genre: lovers to exes; angst, smut
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all about you | knj
Studying prophecies can be fun, but you’d much rather focus on the man whose gaze always seems to linger on you.
➺ Genre: strangers/classmates to lovers; fluff, crack, smut
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all into you | pjm
Teasing your boyfriend while being surrounded by your closest friends? Entertaining. But when he drags you away to punish you for it? That’s when you’re in for a ride.
➺ Genre: established relationship; crack, smut
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all before you | kth
Taehyung doesn’t believe in love. Doesn’t believe in all the butterflies and sweet words that lovers around him exchange. It just isn’t his style - but then why does his heart skip a beat whenever you’re around?
➺ Genre: friends with benefits; fluff, angst, crack, smut
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all over you | jjk
You just wanted to win the prize in potions class, but it seems as if your ex has other plans.
➺ Genre: exes to lovers; fluff, angst, crack, smut
Hello hello I saw this post a few weeks (months?) ago and I really want to use them as a prompt so I will lol. Hope you enjoy and if you ever want to request something, please do! I love to write and quarantine gives me time but my creative brain juice is drying up lol so help a girl out :)
How the Hogwarts houses flirt
Gryffindor: But is it morally okay for me to secretly wish your relationship doesn't work out?
Hufflepuff: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU AREN'T AN ANIMAL PERSON WE ARE GOING TO A PET STORE RIGHT NOW AND ADOPTING ONE
Ravenclaw: Let's be workout buddies. Marathons count even if they're for movies, right?
Slytherin: I don't like your clothes. Take them off.
RM:
You were studying in the library when the sharp, scraping sound of the chair next to you made you look up from your books. You had read so many spells in the last few hours, they were all darting before your eyes, taunting you. You sighed as you looked at your best friend, Namjoon, opening up the same book you had in front of you.
“How are you holding up?” He asked, “Getting any wiser?” You sighed in frustration as you slammed the book shut.
“No,” You picked up your wand and practiced some of the movements without voicing the spells. “The longer I look at them, the less distinguishable they are to me. The exam is in a few days, and Peter keeps nagging about our Hogsmeade date tomorrow. I don’t think I have time to go, but he’s so insistent. Maybe I can practice some on the way. Oh Merlin!” You exclaimed, as you accidentally thrusted your wand a bit too aggressively during your rant, and made one of the book stands collapse. Mrs Pince was behind you in an instant, and almost literally tried to throw you out of the library, whilst simultaneously waving her wand around to mend the fallen books.
“Maybe look at what she’s doing,” Namjoon said with a smirk, but changed his expression when he saw your gloomy face. “Hey, Y/N, don’t worry. I can help you study every day until the test comes. You can do this. Maybe just go to bed early today, get some rest, and we’ll continue the spells tomorrow.” You locked eyes with him and nodded, a forced smile on your face.
“I wish I could do tomorrow. Stupid Hogsmeade is waiting for me. I don’t even have enough sickles to last me a butterbeer or two.” You dodged one of the ghost that suddenly rounded the corner, and slacked dramatically against the wall of the corridor until you were seated on the ground, your bag full of textbooks discarded next to you. Namjoon scooted before you and stuck out his hand towards you.
“Why are you so nice?” You scoffed, but still took his hand and let him pull you up.
“I’m not.” He replied, as he gave you your bag and continued the walk.
“You are.” You said, matter-of-factly.
“Definitely not,” He stated. “For example, I took the last muffin during breakfast this morning, even though it was plainly obvious Jin wanted it.” You snorted, and stopped to look at him.
“You are still nice.”
“And for example, is it morally okay for me to secretly wish your relationship doesn’t work out?” He turned a bit red, but kept looking at you. You broke the eye contact as you walked away.
“No.” You said, as you pushed your bag on your shoulder. “But I do too sometimes.”
Jin
“Isn’t it the perfect weather for a quidditch game?” Jin exclaimed, as he eagerly looked up to the quidditch pitch you two were approaching. “A small breeze, not too cold, not to warm. No clear skies, but no dark clouds either, just cloudy enough to block the sun. Merlin, what I would give to be up on a broom right now!” If he would have on with him, he probably would have, you thought.
“Isn’t it the perfect day to watch a quidditch game without having someone shout in your ear all the time?” You said, and Jin squinted at you.
“Such a sour plum today, Y/N.” Jin said, as he threw his arm around you shoulders and bopped your nose. “It’s way too good of a day to not be happy.”
You entered the quidditch pitch, and the two teams were already warming up, flying in circles and throwing balls up and down the field. A quaffle came soaring towards you, but Jin caught it with his right hand. A figure quickly flew towards you, halting in mid air as he waited for Jin to throw back the quaffle.
“Hey Y/N, be careful around the pitch, okay? Don’t want any bruises on your pretty face.” Your boyfriend winked at you, and Jin reluctantly gave him the quaffle. You quickly wished him good luck and during your trek up to the best seats around the pitch, Jin was remarkably quiet.
“Okay, what’s up with you?” You asked as you finally sat down, way up high.
“I know he’s your boyfriend and all, but I still think I’m the better player.” He kept following the boy on the broom with eyes that almost shot daggers.
“Well, the team captain doesn’t think that.” You said, receiving one of the eye-daggers yourself. “I’m sorry Jin,” You lowered your voice, and put your hand on his. “I know how badly you wanted to play, but you were a starter last year! And first replacement if someone gets injured! Besides, you’re a prefect too! You won’t even have enough time to play and keep an eye on all the troublemakers in the school.” He smiled at that, and slightly squeezed your hand before he let go.
“You’re right, I know you’re right.” He let his eyes wander back to the game that was about to begin. “I also don’t like him as a person.” You laughed out loud.
“So you have said. Many times.” You rolled your eyes, but the smile lingered on your face. “He’s nice, Jin. At least to me.”
“Well, he better be.” Jin scoffed. You understood Jin, really. Your boyfriend didn’t have the best reputation. Him sending one of the bludgers into a Slytherin’s face just now and blatantly laughing about it didn’t help his case.
“He’s… interesting.” You just said. “I just want-”
“But is it morally okay for me to secretly wish your relationship doesn’t work out?” Jin intercepted, and you looked at him with shock in your eyes.
“Well, it’s not secret anymore.” You said, still a bit perplexed. You looked from Jin, to the brooms flying through the air, back to Jin, who was still looking at you. “But I guess, you should never give up that hope.”
He smiled at you, turning his eyes back to the game. After a few quiet moments, he started to commentate as usual. You relaxed, sat back in your seat, and finished watching the game, and your boyfriend being hit by a bludger in the face, with a sly smile on your face.
J-Hope
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU AREN'T AN ANIMAL PERSON? WE ARE GOING TO A PET STORE RIGHT NOW AND ADOPTING ONE!” Hobi yelled as you walked with him through the halls on your way to the courtyard, his voice echoing through the ancient castle walls, almost amplifying his voice even more.
“You are overreacting.” You said, grabbing his yellow-and-black scarf and gently pulling it to get his attention. It worked, as his eyes settled on you. “I just said I don’t necessarily see the need in people having pets at the castle.” You continued.
“The need is: pets are awesome and cute and fluffy and a buddy for life!” Hoseok beamed, no doubt thinking about his little black kitten, probably curled up on his bed, waiting for him in the dorms.
“I thought I was your buddy for life?” You teased.
“Yes,” He said, as he teasingly poked your side. “But you can’t always cuddle with me. A small, cute pet can! The pet can keep you warm at night if I can’t enter the dormitories and you can’t sneak to mine.” He reasoned, and you puffed out some cold air when you entered the path towards Hogsmeade. As you walked through the barren British air, your hands found his and your fingers intertwined, his heat radiating through the gloves and warming you up.
“I still don’t get it, don’t you have pets at home?” Hobi started again, and you sighed.
“Yeah, we have a dog that’s been in the family for ages. He’s old but still hanging on, he’s been there as long as me probably.” You smiled at the memory of your family hanging on the couch, the old, muffy dog sprawled on the floor.
“Okay, hear me out. A family dog is awesome too, but having one for yourself? Doesn’t that sound great?” He almost beamed as he spoke the words, and you chuckled.
“But that also means I have to take care of it, whereas my parents mostly take care of the old dog I have at home. Besides, I already have you to take care of, so in a way, you’re my pet.” Hoseok fawned fake hurt at this.
“Are you saying you don’t like me? After all, you aren’t an animal person.” You rolled your eyes, but a smile was still stuck on your face.
“Am I not taking you out on a walk right now? You can’t ask too much of me, Hobi.”
After a short while, you finally arrived at the wizard town. At Hogwarts, you’re allowed to keep some small animals, including cats and owls. Your mom has always been fond of frogs, so you were thinking about getting a toad, if you really had to get a pet. Hobi hated this idea, as a slimy toad would debunk his argument of your pet being the best cuddle buddy to have, besides him. You spotted the pet’s place and entered, a small bell signaling your arrival to the owner. Hoseok was gone in an instant, off to pet some cats. You sighed and strolled after him. Cats did not really interest you that much. Owls were okay, they could deliver notes and letters so they had a usefulness to them, but they would also defecate everywhere. You left Hoseok behind and finally ended up near the toads, their croaking drawing you in. You were looking at them, a total of five, and actually liked the little creatures. They weren’t fluffy, or cute, by default. They didn’t have big eyes or small, pink noses, but they were interesting.
You felt two arms wrap around you and the weight of a head leaning on you, which woke you from your daze.
“I want that one.” You said, pointing at the toad nearest to you, silently lounging on a rock. He wasn’t as warty as the others, and a shade of green. “I like that one.”
So Hobi bought it for you, along with a cage to fill with water and greens. So at night, you would listen to the song of the toad, and imagine it was Hoseok, then tell him that the next day to annoy him. But if one could not sing you to sleep, the other would.
Suga
It was a breezy Sunday afternoon, and you and your friends we’re lounging near the lake, trying to enjoy some of the sun before another busy week of classes would begin. Some people we’re discussing the latest quidditch game, arguing about whether Gryffindor had deserved the win. You just closed your eyes and tilted your head back, enjoying the warm sensation of the sunshine that shone on your face. Someone sat beside you, the grass rustling under this person’s body.
“I can’t believe this is our last taste of free time before our OWLS start.” Yoongi said, and you opened one eye to look at him. His normally neat attire was bit messy today, his tie hung loosely around his neck. His robe hadn’t even left the dungeons today, as he was just clothed in the simple pullover, the green and silver crest worn proudly on his chest.
“Me neither. You replied, shifting to sit up a bit more upright, and scooting a bit closer towards Yoongi. Unintentionally, of course. You yawned, and stifled it by holding a hand before your mouth. “Looks like the weekend still didn’t help me regain some much needed sleeping hours.” Yoongi laughed quietly.
“I think none of us sleep enough these days.” He looked at you, his eyes darting downwards towards the sweater you were wearing. You knitted it together with your grandma over the Christmas break, in your proud house colors. You loved it, as it reminded you of home and also smelled like home. “I don't like your clothes. Take them off.”
You raised your eyebrows to him, and simply said: “No.”
“Feisty.” He replied, and you stared back at him, continuing the intense eye contact.
“Are you trying to flirt with me?” You asked.
“What if I am?” He replied, and you lost the battle by looking away, trying to hide your blush.
“I’d advise you to try another tactic.” You just said, leaning back into the sun again, closing your eyes, and trying to escape this awkward conversation. You’ve liked Yoongi for a while now, but he isn’t the most talkative, and when you’re with the big group, it’s hard to find time alone to talk to him. This proved to be true this time too, as some other people decided to join you in this place of sunshine, and started some small talk with the two of you, ending the conversation.
You just exited the great hall, eating your belly round of the delicious foods served at supper, when you heard someone call your name. You turned around, surprised to see that it was Yoongi, catching up to you. He matched your pace easily, and didn’t say anything at first. You were perplexed, and also unsure of what to say, plus majorly crushing, which didn’t help the situation at all.
“Did you make this sweater yourself?” He asked, and you looked at him, chuckling.
“I thought you said you didn’t like my clothes.” Now it was his turn to blush, but he didn’t look away from you.
“You said to try another tactic, so I’m trying. Did you make it?” You slightly shook your head in disbelief, but also didn’t quite understand that he was in fact trying to flirt with you again.
“Yes, actually. Together with my grandma, she taught me over winter break.” You said, absentmindedly stroking over the slightly oversized sweater.
“I do like it.” He said, and you glared at him. “I do! Before was just a… failed attempt at being smooth, I guess.”
“I forgive you.” You said. “But only if you treat me to a butterbeer after the OWLS are over.” He beamed at this.
“Done. And maybe you can make a sweater like this in my house colors too?
“We’ll see about that.” You said, still smiling when you parted ways to enter your common room.
Summary: Everyone is always so quick to judge you, but after five years you’ve long since gotten used to it. Cue an angelic Gryffindor who’s way too cute for his own good and maybe things will start to change. So long as you don’t get in over your head, what’s the harm in making a new friend?
Pairing: Jimin x Hufflepuff!Reader
Word Count: 10.7k
Chapter: 1| 2
Tag: @peachymilkis
A/N: So here is the first chapter of the long awaited Jimin fic! I’m a horrible procrastinator with a tiny attention span so I’m very sorry for the slight wait! Now originally, this whole fic was just supposed to be in two parts, but I found out pretty quickly that doing it that way would not work. So, if everything goes to plan, there should be about eight, maybe nine chapters total, all around this length. I haven’t written the whole thing yet, I just barely got this finished, so I don’t know how long the wait for the rest of the chapters will be. Also, something to note, I tried hard to break the house stereotypes with this OC. More on that character to come. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the first chapter of my first big project! Let me know what you think, my inbox is always open!
*WARNING: Terribly boring relationship building and somehwat (?) of a slow burn! You have been warned*
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The air around you was cold as it nipped at your cheeks and bare fingers. October has just arrived to Hogwarts and along with it a natural chill. You shiver, huddling further into your coat as you make your way to the courtyard. Your eyes scan the area until they fall on one boy.
Kane Glore, your roommate's ex-boyfriend. The couple had just split the other day and she was absolutely heartbroken. She was too upset to even tell you the reason they had parted, the only thing coming from her mouth were sobs in broken fragments. You were going to talk to him yourself, you really were, but then you heard some questionable things from your friends in all houses. Rumor mill has it he cheated on her during the summer and that he just couldn’t be bothered with her anymore.
You couldn’t quite believe it to be honest. Throughout their entire relationship, Kane had been a respectful and affectionate boyfriend. The impression he had given you was the exact opposite of a cheater. However, you’ve been through your share of relationships and you’ve learned that it’s always the ones you least expect to hurt you that do the most damage.
So, keeping this in mind, you hid behind the large tree on the far left side of the courtyard, thankful that not many people were here today. Kane sat by the fountain in the very middle of the courtyard, talking amicably to three of his friends.
You readied your wand, the tip pointing directly at Kane, but a quiet voice in the back of your head stopped you from doing anything. The rumors could be false, they said, maybe he really didn’t do anything.
You shook your head, casting the doubtful thoughts aside. Whether or not the rumors are true, he still hurt your friend. She’s still sniffling about it and she can’t even meet his eyes these days. Whatever he did, it warrants a consequence. Embarrassment should be punishment enough.
Adjusting your wand, you trained your eyes on your target, excitement building up inside you. Making sure no one could see you, you said, “Cantis.”
Kane stopped mid-laugh as he screamed a high note. Immediately your hand flew to stifle your laugh as he broke out into song, all the while a look of pure confusion spread across his features. You couldn’t help yourself as you giggled, watching as his friends frowned up at him.
“Tarantallegra.” You whispered, tiny sparks spouting from your wand.
In the middle of his song, Kane stood up straight, his arms and legs flailing wildly in an unknown dance. His long limbs took him across the courtyard in large strides as laughter could be heard from everyone present. Even his friends let out a snicker or two as they waited for him to stop.
Gasping for breaths between your laughs, you steady your wand for your final spell. “Melofors.”
You watched in amusement as a pumpkin encases Kane’s entire head. The boy in question lets out a surprised scream, eliciting laughs from his fellow students. Your friend’s ex stumbles around the courtyard blindly, his singing now muffled by the big orange fruit on his head, and his legs still trying to keep up with their dance.
Having climbed up the tree, you sit on a large branch, coming out of your hiding place. Your laughter grows as Kane continues to flail around, now sounding more like a loud cackle. The courtyard is filled with laughter, even after Kane tumbles to the ground in a singing mess of limbs. Your laughing so hard your stomach begins to hurt when you hear-
“Finite Incantatem!”
Kane stopped singing and a hush fell over everyone. The laughter quiets as students stare at Professor McGonagall, fuming with anger. The Professor helps pull Kane to his feet as she casts a look around the courtyard. “Who did this to Mister Glore?”
Looks are thrown around the courtyard as people search for a guilty expression among them. Sensing unwanted problems, you quickly and silently climb down from your branch, trying your hardest to slip past unnoticed. You were able to make it about seven steps out before your name was called.
“Miss Y/L/N.” Your steps halted and your shoulders slumped in disappointment. Damn.
You turned around, a fake smile plastered on your face. You waved a hand. “Hey, Professor. How are you?”
She frowned in the way that only she does, her eyes knowing. Crossing her arms over her chest, she heaves a sigh. “I assume you are responsible for this fiasco with Mister Glore.”
You feigned offense, a hand flying to your chest. “What? Me?” You asked, eyes wide and shocked. “Where is the trust?” McGonagall arched an eyebrow, frown prominent on her face. She stood, unamused, and with a huff, you nodded your head.
“I wish I could say this was the first time you’ve done something like this, but sadly it is not.” McGonagall shook her head, disappointed and ran a hand down her face. “Miss Y/L/N, you will take Mister Glore to the hospital wing and then join me after school for detention every day for the next month.”
“What!” You exclaimed, more of a protest than an actual question. “But Professor, I-”
“Y/N dear, I appreciate your spirit but not when it comes to the expense of other students. You know that magic outside the classrooms and Great Hall is prohibited and chose to disobey our rules; continuously. I’m afraid I have no other choice.”
For a moment you just splutter, your mouth hanging open and your brain whirling, searching for ways to avoid this punishment. But unfortunately, seeing no possible way out of this, you allow your mouth to fall shut and you nod lamely. With much reluctance, you walk mutely over to Kane, your brain reeling with the thought of having detention with McGonagall for a month.
But as you try to explain to Madam Pomfrey why exactly you had attacked your fellow student, you decided that really, it was so worth it.
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Your spirits hung heavy as you packed away the rest of your things from Divination. A frown was tugging down the edge of your lips as you made your way to McGonagall’s for your first day of detention.
“Hey. Y/N! Wait up!” You heard your roommate, Laya, call from behind you. You slowed down for her to catch up to you. “You off to McGonagall’s?” she asked as she fell into step beside you.
Nodding your head, you tried hard not to think about what McGonagall would make you do today. Would she make you sit alone in a room for a whole hour (or more) or would she give you tasks to do while she grades papers? You sincerely hope she doesn’t decide to get too creative with your punishment, you’re going to be there for a whole month after all.
Laya pouts to herself, her eyes turning sad as she gives you a pitiful look. Bottom lip trapped between her teeth, she reaches an arm out to stop you. You turn to look at her, your brow knitted in confusion. She continues to chew on her lip, seemingly torn as she tries for words.
“You know, I really appreciate what you did for me, Y/N.” Laya settles, giving a smile as she takes her arm back from your shoulder. “You didn’t have to do that, but I’m really happy that you did.”
Your frown disappears as she says this, offering her a small smile back. You shrug, starting back on your way to detention. “It’s no problem, Lay. Was there ever any doubt that I would?” You joke as she laughs, apparently deciding to walk you to the Transfiguration classroom.
“No, definitely not.” The Hufflepuff conceded, nodding to herself. She smirked, a faint blush painting her cheeks in embarrassment. “You always stick up for me.”
The mention of this has you grinning for real this time. With Laya being as sweet and shy as she is, it’s safe to say this definitely isn’t the first time you’ve broken some rules on her behalf. But really, it isn’t your fault. You try to settle things the right way, but not many people seem to care about doing the same.
“And I always will.”
Laya perks up, beaming from ear to ear. By this time though, you’re just a hall away from McGonagall’s room, so instead of responding back just as sweetly, like she usually would, she settles for giving you a hug before she departs.
You watch her go, feeling lucky to have such a kind a friend as her. You tell yourself that you’re glad you have someone worth getting detention for.
You turn around, no longer dreading detention. You’re only going to be there for an hour, maybe two max. What’s the worst that can happen? With this in mind, you cross the last hall to get to McGonagall’s. However, as you near her door, you hear an unfamiliar voice.
The voice seems to be male, you deduct as you listen more intently. The person in McGonagall’s room appears to be singing and doing a rather good job at it, too. It’s a song you’ve never heard before, you think as you take in the gentle lyrics, sung by an even gentler voice.
You smile to yourself, already growing quite fond of the song, and whoever is singing it. Feeling a smirk form on your face, you walk up to the door and knock, startling the unknown boy from his private concert.
When he turns to face you, a wild expression on his face, you’ll admit you’re a bit surprised. Not by his fluffy blonde hair, wide chocolate eyes, or his plump pink lips. No, you’re more surprised by the name attached to the face.
“Park Jimin?” You ask, though clearly you know who he is. With all his popularity, you’d have to have been living under a rock not to. “What are you doing here?”
The Gryffindor blinks, processing your question slowly. His cheeks tint slightly pink and he rubs the back of his neck shyly. “Um, I’m here for detention.” He mumbles, so low you had to strain to hear him.
Your frown returns upon hearing his admission. You may not be any more than acquaintances with Jimin, but everybody and their mother knows that Jimin and detention are just things that don’t belong in the same sentence. Being a Gryffindor, you’ve heard your fair share of stories about him, but he somehow always ends up wriggling himself out of detention, the teachers never quite having the heart to punish him so harshly. So why now? What on earth could he have done this time to warrant such a punishment from his head of house of all people?
You’re about to ask just this when he beats you to the punch.
“So I take it the rumors I heard at lunch today are true, then.” He grins, all hint of bashfulness gone from his features. “You used magic on another student in the courtyard this morning?”
You blink, your thoughts about asking him about his detention fleeing from your mind at a rapid speed. Instead, you feel a smirk growing on your face as his words catch up to you.
“Wow, Park Jimin, were you talking about me?”
“What? No! Well, I mean the gossip was getting around to everyone, I just heard it from my friend Jung-”
You burst out into laughter as he fumbles to explain himself. You throw your head back as you laugh and Jimin joins you this time. His eyes disappear as he laughs, forming a sort of crescent moon and he shows off a set of perfect pearly white teeth.
No wonder he’s so popular, you think, he looks like he belongs on the walls of a damn art museum.
“What did they do to deserve such cruel treatment?” He prompted, steadying his breaths after all that laughing.
You shrug, leaning against the door frame that you still stood in. “Pretty sure he cheated on my best friend.” You divulged, to which he chuckled.
“Pretty sure? Didn’t bother asking to make sure?”
“Okay well, he still really hurt my friend, regardless of what he did or didn’t do!” You defended, a grin lifting your lips ever so slightly as you watch Jimin, cracking up at the sight of you getting all riled up.
Jimin nodded, a smirk that mirrored yours from minutes ago playing on his lips. “Mmhmm.”
“I’m serious!” You laughed, punching playfully at his shoulder, eliciting another chuckle from him. “I’m not the bad guy here.”
“I never said you were.” He pointed out with a smile; one that was warm and playful and made the thought of spending an entire hour in detention not so bad anymore.
“Besides,” he shrugs, making a show of looking around and leaning in close. “I’m not his biggest fan, anyway.”
Your arched your brow at this, intrigue prickling at your mind. “Really? And why not?”
Again Jimin looks around as if to make sure no one would be able to hear what he’s about to disclose. He whispers, “He always cheats off of me in Divination and- stop laughing this is a real problem! He’s getting all the credit for my work and I’m sick of it!”
Your hand flew to your side in your fit of laughter, the sound bouncing off the walls as Jimin waited for you to respond to his faux displeasure. “You tell him, Jimin.” You encouraged, causing Jimin to shake his head and puff out his chest.
“You know what, I will.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
He shook his head, the smile on his face seems to be temporarily stuck there. “I may be a Gryffindor, and even though breaking the rules appears to be our thing, but you seem to forget that we’re here for detention-”
“That you are, Mister Park.” Another voice replied from behind you, provoking you to turn your head to address the newcomer.
McGonagall glanced down at you before she walked past you to her desk. You and Jimin stayed quiet while she laid out her things. Their professor ignored you both as she went about organizing some papers on her desk before she turned back to confront you.
“I apologize for being late this afternoon, I was meeting with Professor Sprout about your detention, Miss Y/L/N,” McGonagall explained, causing you to offer her a little guilty smile. “And Mister Park, I’ve already told the Gryffindor Quidditch team that you will be late for practice this evening.”
You remained silent as she talked, your head cast down and your eyes struggling to stay in one place. You’ve never been one for regret, but you always feel like a scolded puppy under McGonagall’s condescending glare. She just has that sort of effect on people, you suppose.
“Now while I’m glad you two are getting along since you will be spending a lot of time together, this is not some sort of detention party- it is a punishment for strictly disregarding the school’s rules…”
You zoned out here, thoughts whirling around in your head. Does she mean to say that Jimin will be in detention with you for the whole month? Did he manage to land himself detention for a month as well? Was whatever he did that bad? You can’t even imagine the sweet, albeit admittedly cheeky, boy beside you doing something so drastic.
“... so as for today, the two of you will be cleaning the trophy room. Top to bottom.” McGonagall’s voice came back, dragging you away from your queries.
Sharing a look with Jimin, the two of you nodded your heads mutely, muttering a synchronized “Yes, Professor.”
“Good, now, unfortunately, I won’t be able to join you because I have much work to do. So I am trusting you both to get the job done.” You recall, eyes shifting over to you in a knowing manner. She’s about to let the two of you go before she seems to remember something and holds out both her hands. “And I would like your wands, please.”
“What?” You wondered aloud, eyes straying to her outstretched palms dubiously.
“You will clean the trophy room without magic, Miss Y/L/N.” She answered, her hands still open and empty.
Your professor gestured to her hands again and you and Jimin heaved heavy sighs, giving up the argument before it could even start. You know a lost cause when you see one.
Reaching into your pocket, you hand over your wand, which joins Jimin’s on McGonagall’s desk. She takes a seat and gestures for you two to get going.
Preparing yourself for a long hour of cleaning trophy cases, you and Jimin drag your feet to the staircase.
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You swear someone had it out for you.
Maybe it was Kane, being so loud and causing such a ruckus that he attracted the attention of teachers and got you caught. Or perhaps it was McGonagall, with her eyes like a hawk and her knack for handing out punishments. Truly though, in your heart of hearts, you think it’s the universe or the fates that have a bone to pick with you.
All that you know for sure is that you’ve never been this bored in your entire life and you’re only a quarter into your first day of detention.
Walking over to the next set of trophy cases, you wonder what the Head Boy from ‘47 would think if he knew that his case has collected more dust than your grandmother’s old wardrobe. You can hear Jimin wandering around on the opposite side of the room per your suggestion that the two of you split the work.
You can practically feel your brain cells diminishing from lack of stimulation and you decide that if you don’t want to end up with an IQ of negative two, you need to find something interesting to talk about.
“So, Jimin?” You say, addressing the only other person in the room for some sort of distraction. He hums a reply, letting you know that he’s listening as you work a little bit closer to where he’s currently cleaning the quidditch cups. “Are you ever going to tell me how you ended up with detention for a whole month?”
You can almost sense his embarrassment more than you can see it. “Oh, um, nothing too bad or anything. Really it’s not as interesting as you think.”
“How do you know what I think?” You mock, curious as to why he keeps putting it off. “Park Jimin, you are so cryptic, I swear. What could you possibly have done to finally, after five years of constantly managing to wriggle your way out of it, earn yourself a whole month’s detention?”
The blonde ceased his cleaning and looked over to you from across a rather rusted house cup. You could see the exasperation clear as day on his face, but you also didn’t miss the sliver of amusement he wasn’t quite able to hide.
“You’re not going to give this up, are you?” He inquired, though it was obvious he knew the answer before he even asked.
You shook your head gently, a smirk painting your lips and eyes filled with mirth. You leaned over the flat case, your head resting in your palm. You wiggled your eyebrows at him playfully as you waited for him to reveal his secret.
Jimin chuckled at your antics, but carefully set down his duster nonetheless. Facing you, he scratched the back of his neck, suddenly turning shy. “Well, long story short I- uh, snuck into the Ravenclaw common room and I-”
“You snuck into the Ravenclaw common room? Really?” You grinned, eager to hear how he’d accomplished such. You could feel your boredom slowly fading away like dust in the wind. Finally, you have something to talk about.
Sensing your excitement, Jimin nodded, his smiling expression growing to match yours. Questions popped up in your mind like mushrooms, one after another. Both your dusters lay forgotten on the ground, neither of you paying them any attention as you revel in this new bit of information.
“How did you even get in?” You asked, not bothering to hide the intrigue and astonishment that laced your tone. “Aren’t you supposed to answer some riddle to even get inside? Not to mention the fact that the Ravenclaw portrait would never let in a Gryffindor, anyway.”
“Well, I borrowed some robes from a friend of mine and it wasn’t too hard after that.” He shrugged, acting as if it were no big deal. However, to you, this was news. You would have thought it would be harder to sneak into the Ravenclaw common room, but you suppose not everything in Hogwarts is foolproof.
At this point, you were buzzing with interest and you couldn't stop yourself from asking question after question, your mouth running to catch up with your brain. Jimin laughed at your eagerness, answering each and everyone with a smile and a laugh.
“But seriously,” You exclaim, as you pick your duster back up to clean a house cup from ‘02. “Why did you even sneak in in the first place?”
For a second he didn’t answer, seemingly very interested in his discarded duster. He picked at it for another few seconds, almost in thought, before returned with a reply. “My uh- my friend Tae stole one of my textbooks that I left my homework in and he refused to give it back. So…”
“So you decided to break into his dorm and get it back.”
“Hey, don’t judge me! A guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do!”
“Who said I was judging?” You held your hands up in mock surrender, throwing Jimin a playful wink and causing him to laugh. “I was just wondering why he thought to steal your textbook in the first place.”
“If I’m being honest, I don’t know why Tae does half the things he does.” He rolled his eyes, but you still caught the faint hint of fondness in them before he went back to dusting.
“Sounds like a pretty cool guy to me.” You reply with a smirk, glancing back behind you to catch Jimin rolls his eyes.
“Of course you would say that.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You countered, turning to face him, a single hand on your hip.
Jimin’s eyes went wide as he took in your expression. His hands came up in the universal surrender gesture. He shook his head fervently, spouting a series of no’s. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way, I swear.”
You cocked your head to the side, taking in his worried demeanor. “Then what did you mean?”
“Just that I think you and Tae would get along.” He confessed, chocolate eyes searching yours for signs that you believed him. “Us Gryffindors are supposed to be the troublemakers, but sometimes I think you two might do a better job.”
“How so?”
Jimin looked close to pulling his hair out as he picked his words carefully. “I don’t know. I mean, word gets around and from what I’ve heard you seem pretty… rebellious for a Hufflepuff.”
You nod at this, letting his words sink in. You weren’t mad, really you weren’t. It’s not like you’ve never heard that before because you have. Many times actually people have commented on how different you seem. It’s as if there is always something wrong with who you are. People say you’re too bold or too wild to be a Hufflepuff and only a few truly agree with the house which you reside in.
Still, that doesn’t matter much to you anymore. Maybe it did once, but you’re long past caring about what people think of you. You actually think you’ve gotten used to always being talked about.
Looking at Jimin now though, you wonder if he would understand. He is one of the most popular kids in Hogwarts, let alone your year. You can only imagine the standards people put on him, being Gryffindor’s star Quidditch player, fifth-year prefect, and one of the lead singers in Muggle Choir. It suddenly hits you that as quickly as you two hit it off, you really don’t know him.
“Y/N?” The soft voice pulled you from your thoughts, shaking them out of your head. You glance up to see Jimin eyeing you with a look of concern, his perfect brows knitted together in worry. You hadn’t even realized you spaced out. “I didn’t offend you, did I?”
You shook your head quickly, which visibly eased some of the tension in his back. He grinned, his eyes doing that crescent thing again and making you return one back. “Don’t worry, I’m made of stronger stuff than that.”
“That’s good.” Jimin agreed. “I’d hate to offend one of the most interesting people at Hogwarts.”
You barked out a laugh as you scrubbed hard enough to see your reflection in the trophy case. “Wow, what a charmer we have here.” This made Jimin scoff, but you swore you heard some sort of laugh follow it.
You waited a while before you said anything else, but you couldn’t help yourself from telling him, “Hey, Jimin?”
“Yeah?” He replied as he busied himself with the rest of the Quidditch cups.
“You’re pretty interesting, too.”
Unfortunately, you didn’t happen to see him struggle to hide his smile behind his hand as he continued on with his cleaning. Though to be fair, he didn’t hear you as walked back to your dorm that afternoon by yourself, humming along to a song you don’t know.
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The Great Hall was buzzing with energy as students milled around, trying to get in some breakfast before their morning classes. A loud chatter was cast over the Hall, conversations flowing between friends as they usually did during meals. Meanwhile, you tasked yourself with making sure Laya didn’t fall asleep in her cereal.
“Hey! Wake up!” You scolded her for the third time that morning. Your roommate blinked furiously and rested her cheek against her palm, trying hard not to fall back asleep.
Laya frowned as she stared at you. She pouted in confusion as she let her eyes fall back closed. “I don’t understand how you’re not tired. We both stayed up doing that Herbology homework.” The raven-haired girl whined, catching herself before her head hit the table. “Why aren’t you exhausted?”
“I told you,” You rolled your eyes. “I went to bed before you did because I couldn’t find my Potions textbook.”
The Hufflepuff continued to pout as she pushed her cereal away in favor of the blueberry muffin that wouldn’t get milk in her hair. “Where’d you even lose that, anyway? Didn’t you have it in class yesterday?”
“I don’t know. The last time I remember having it was in class. Maybe I left it there.” You supplied between a mouthful of toast.
You heard a snicker from the person to your left and you turned around to see who had laughed at you. Your suspicion left once you saw that it was only your friend, Hoseok (who is extremely hard to miss with that bright red hair), knowing full well that that boy is sweeter than actual sugar.
“Something funny, Hoseok?”
Hoseok bit back into his apple as he answered, his eyebrows wagging playfully. “Oh nothing, it’s just the fact that you lose practically everything and just your luck, the homework that you left in it is due in fifteen minutes.”
“Yeah, I know. Don’t remind me.” You slumped, your mind trying to figure a way out of having to go to class empty-handed.
As you thought about how upset Professor Slughorn would be if you came to class without your finished assignment, you heard a voice call your name from across the hall. A familiar voice.
“Jimin?” You called as you met the already familiar set of brown eyes. The boy in question smiled as he neared you, slowing his light jog down to a quick walk. You could practically feel multiple sets of eyes on you and so you decided to get up and meet him halfway so that no unwanted eavesdroppers are given the chance to intrude on your (probably harmless) impending conversation.
“What’s up?” You asked when the two of you finally stood face-to-face. You took this short moment to take in his appearance; slightly disheveled today with his hair not quite brushed and his tie somewhat askew.
And he still looks fucking gorgeous, damn.
Jimin feigns hurt with a dramatic hand to his chest. “What, no ‘good morning’? No ‘how are you today, Jimin’?” He teases, his lips sullen in a pouty frown.
You rolled your eyes, however, you still had to restrain from smiling at his dramatic behavior. “Okay, I just saw you yesterday. Like, literally a few hours ago.”
“Something could have happened in a few hours, you know. You don’t know until you ask.”
“Did it?”
“...no- hey don’t look at me like that! Something could have happened and then you would feel bad for not asking.”
This time you didn’t even bother trying to conceal your smirk and Jimin huffed before shaking his head. “Was there a reason you wanted to talk to me or…” You laughed, steering the conversation back to where it was supposed to be.
“Oh, yeah! Here, one second.” The blonde shuffled around in his bag a moment before pulling out something familiar. “You left your textbook in the kitchens yester-”
“Oh my God! Jimin, thank you, you’re a lifesaver!” You snatched the book from his hands, immediately going to check if your homework was still where you’d left it.
Thankfully, your extremely important homework, one that you were proud of seeing as you’d actually done it for a change, was exactly where it was yesterday, tucked gently between page 571 and 572. You exhaled in deep relief and instantly packed it into your bag hanging off your shoulder.
You looked back up at Jimin and gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you so much, Jimin. You have no idea how crazy I was going looking for this last night.”
“No problem, Y/N.” He bowed teasingly like he had just done something monumental instead of simply returning your textbook. Though, you suppose it was rather significant if your Potions grade is of any concern. “Happy to help.”
“Yeah yeah.” You laughed at him, finding it hard to resist when he smiles at you like that. “I’ll see you in detention, right?”
“Yep.” He nodded, his head bobbing wildly and his hair falling a little ways into his eyes. “Kitchens again, today. Well, unless McGonagall gives us something else to do.”
“Right. Well, I’ll see you in Defense. Later, Jimin, I owe you one.”
“Bye, Y/N.”
The two of you waved your goodbyes and parted ways to your separate tables. It wasn’t until then you noticed exactly how many people seemed interested in yours and Jimin’s conversation.
As you turned around, people seemed unable to look you in the face. Their eyes dart away from yours like bullets, a tell-tale sign that they had been watching you. This makes you frown in confusion. Why would they be so curious about you and Jimin? Yeah, Jimin has a fair amount of popularity surrounding him and quite the (decent) reputation and perhaps you’ve heard your name whispered a few times, but what exactly do they think is going on? It’s not like you were forming some sort of cult or professing an undying love.
You try to ignore the stares of your peers as you walk back to your table with a lighter heart, something you’ve long since learned how to do. It's no secret that people find you peculiar or as Jimin put it, interesting. But you find that you don’t rather care, another thing you’ve learned during your time here. There always seems to be something not right with you, but you’d rather be odd than ordinary.
Sitting directly back down in your seat, you immediately go to finish your breakfast. However, as you eat, you can still feel a few more stares. When you look up, both of your friends are eyeing you expectantly.
Arching your brow and swallowing, you say hesitantly, “Yes?”
Laya doubles back as if you’d said something completely outrageous. “What do you mean ‘yes’? Since when did you talk to Park Jimin?”
You blink. “...since we became friends.”
Laya facepalms, her whole body rigid with exasperation. “Obviously, but since when were you friends?”
“Yeah,” Hoseok cuts in, licking orange juice off his lips. He regards you with a thoughtful expression, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think it was suspicion.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me you and Jimin were friends? I’ve known him since my second year, he’s kinda like a little brother to me!” Hoseok stops then, his face turning pensive and contemplative, a look not often seen on the sunny, carefree boy. A hand flies to his chin as he seems to get even deeper into his thoughts. “Actually now that I think about it, why didn’t Jimin tell me? We talk every day, what the-”
“Okay, calm down, Hoseok.” You finally stopped his rapidly growing ramble before he could really freak himself out. You rolled your eyes at your two nosy friends as you set your toast back down. “We’ve literally only hung out for like, three days so chill.”
“Three days?” Laya frowned again, her expression growing to match Hoseok’s. “Really? How? You haven’t really gone anywhere but detention this week.”
“Jimin’s had detention all week, too,” Hoseok answered, beating you to the punch.
“What he said.” You shrugged, eyeballing your toast in hopes of finally finishing it before Potions.
Laya didn’t say anything right away, but eventually, she turned to you with her eyes oddly serious. “You do know people will talk about this, right?”
You whined, struggling not to pout like a child. Will nobody let you eat your breakfast in peace? “What do you mean?”
“Jimin is one of the most popular boys in our year and you’re one of the most popular girls. You don’t think people will try to make something out of it?” Laya explained matter-of-factly, arching her brow as Hoseok nodded back in earnest.
“I guess they might, but I don’t care.” You scoffed with an air of indifference. “They always talk so what’s the point? It’s not like it’s anything new.”
“I’m just saying.” Laya held her hands up in surrender, giving up and grabbing an apple. “Just be careful. Rumors spread like fire at this school.”
“I agree, Y/N,” Hoseok adds, his food finished like you wished yours was. With a point of his finger for emphasis, he steadies you with a knowing look. “I don’t think Jimin would do anything to make it worse, but people do love to talk. It’s just the way things go.”
“Okay, okay. I appreciate it guys, really I do. And I guess I’ll be careful, but can I just eat my breakfast now?” You groaned, your empty stomach practically yelling at you for food.
Hoseok stole a quick glance at his watch and shook his head. “Looks like you’ll have to eat it on the way. First classes are starting soon.”
“What?” You swivel your head around to check the clock in the Great Hall, pouting when you see that he’s right. Fucking great.
“C’mon, Y/N, let’s go.” Laya picks your bag up off the floor beside you and hands it to you when you wrap the rest of your barely eaten toast in a napkin. “Wouldn’t wanna be late.”
“Yeah, whatever. You guys owe me food!” You point an accusatory finger at the two of them.
Hoseok rolls his eyes and leaves for his Charms class and Laya sighs good-naturedly. “Yeah, okay, sure, whatever, but let’s go. I’d rather not be late for Slughorn’s class for the second time in three days.” Suddenly you smirk, an idea popping into your head and you turn to smile at Laya.
“Hey, Laya?” The girl turns to you and you can feel your smirk widen. “Race ya!”
You take off down the hall without waiting for her response and you can hear her call out behind you. She splutters and yells, “Hey no fair! Wait up!”
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Your feet dragged along the stone floor tiredly. The rest of your body sags along with them, shuffling as you mindlessly drift away from the Quidditch pitch. The practice was a bitch today and you desperately want some rest after dinner tonight.
Thankfully, you had only been a half hour late because Professor Sprout let your team know you had detention today. They agreed to wait a bit to start practice, but Hoseok definitely didn’t go easy on you for missing warm-ups. You swear that boy turns into a completely different person out on that pitch.
Currently, your teammate is blathering on about a new play and you’re struggling to pay attention to her words. Right now your focus is only on one thing. Jimin.
You had mentioned to him in detention today that you’re lagging a bit behind in Divination. After a short conversation, Jimin offered to lend you his notes to study from. Knowing that Jimin is unbelievably good at this class, you immediately jumped at the chance. He said he'd give you his notes during dinner, but you have to actually find him first.
“-but I really think we’re gonna win our match against Ravenclaw with this play. Don’t you- Y/N are you listening?”
“Yeah, yeah, definitely.” You reply, not meeting her eyes as you continue to search for that familiar head of blonde hair.
“Oh really? Then what did I just say?”
Your eyes roam the Great Hall for the hundredth time when you finally, finally spot him right in the middle of the Gryffindor table. You recognize that smile immediately, having become fairly accustomed to it in the span of four days.
“Yeah, that’s great Daisy, can you excuse me for a second?” You don’t wait for her to respond before you’re off, beelining straight for the Gryffindor table. Truthfully, you feel a little bad for just leaving her like that, but you can just apologize later when your Divination grade isn’t in jeopardy.
As you get closer, you’re thankful to find that the seat next to Jimin is conveniently empty. Without any sense of hesitation, you squeeze yourself in beside him, plopping your hands onto the wooden table with a less than dramatic flourish.
As you expected, multiple sets of eyes instantly glared at you, more than likely for interrupting some conversation or another, but that wasn’t really your concern.
“Hey, Y/N!” Jimin smiled immediately, the familiar twist of his lips falling easily into place on his carefully constructed face. “Practice go alright?”
You’re about to answer when you catch the eyes of the surrounding Gryffindors. You don’t know any of them except for a girl in your year, Lisa. They don’t say a word, simply stare as you try to have a conversation with Jimin. You suppose it’s not really that surprising or outlandish. It’s not often that students eat their meals with someone other than their own housemates. Even if there is a healthy number of inter-house friendships- and other bonds- usually people don’t bother to leave their table for whatever reason, you’re not sure.
Besides, you’ve only just made friends with Jimin, so you’ve never had a reason to sit anywhere else, especially not the Gryffindor table. In your five years at Hogwarts, you’ve come across your fair share of self-righteous Gryffindors. However, as you glance at Jimin, looking at you expectantly with his trademark grin and crescent moon eyes, you can’t help but feel relieved that not all Gryffindors are that bad. Even if you’re starting to realize that maybe not all his fellow lions are as welcoming of your presence as he his, you find that you don’t really care as long as Jimin doesn’t.
Looking back to the boy in question, you nod swiftly, silently debating if grabbing a roll would be overstepping your boundaries. Deciding that anyone who objects can get over a single missing roll, you stretch your hand out to take one. You hear Jimin chuckle under his breath at this and you offer him a grin.
He returns the gesture and you swallow the bread before you continue. “Are your Divination notes still on the table?”
“Of course.” He replies with fake shock over his stunning features. “You really think I would just retract such a kind offer from my detention buddy? I thought you knew me better than that.”
You scoff, but it quickly turns into a laugh. You’re starting to find that you’re doing that a lot more often this past week. “We’ve only known each other for a week.” You point out to him. “Not even, actually, it’s just been four days.”
“Not true!” He objects, gesturing with his fork wildly. “Technically we’ve known each other for five years, we’ve just never been friends until now.”
“Oh, so is that what we are?” You arch an eyebrow at him, playfully. “That’s my mistake. I thought we were partners in crime.” You shrug, feigning indifference.
From your peripheral vision, you see Jimin shake his head with a fond smile. He nudged at your shoulder to grab your attention and you marvel in the way his smile seems to reach all the way to his eyes. You like that.
“We can definitely be partners in crime if that position is still open.” Jimin urges with a smirk, his statement coming out as more of a question towards the end.
You hum and pretend to mull it over. “I don’t know.” You sigh heavily as if such thoughts were deeply tiresome. Your left hand rubs pensively at your chin as you regard Jimin curiously. He just smiles sweetly at you in return, looking somehow simultaneously adorable and yet thoughtfully serious, and you swear he’s doing it on purpose.
“Aw, come on, Y/N.” He pleads, lightheartedly. “I’m giving you my notes and everything!”
His eyes seem to widen comically as if to accentuate just how grand a notion sharing his notes is and you can’t help the laugh that suddenly pushes past your lips. How can one boy be that cute?
After your small fit of laughter subsides, you nod your head to Jimin. “I guess you can continue being my partner in crime.” You tease.
“Great!” Jimin cheers gleefully, not hesitating for a second to show his relief. As if he hadn’t known you were just messing with him.
You chuckle lightly at his dramatics, even going as far to tell him so. He scoffs and glances back over to your own dining table, hardly sparing a look at the sea of gold. “You think I’m so bad, you obviously haven’t met the Head Boy.”
You smirk, your eyes landing on the tall and handsome Hufflepuff across the hall, stuffing his face with pumpkin pasties. “I’ve had a few conversations with him.”
Jimin nods and arches his brow as if to say, ‘You know I’m right’. You sigh, conceding. “And I guess I can admit that he’s slightly more dramatic than you.”
Jimin clicks his tongue in agreement, not quite smiling but still beaming with satisfaction. “Thank you.” The words roll off his tongue with ease and he goes to dig through his bag after finishing the vegetables on his plate.
You wait silently for him to find whatever he’s searching for, trying your hardest not to look at the other Gryffindors around you. But you can hear their whispers, mixing and fading along with those of the students behind you from the Slytherin table. You can practically feel their eyes on you and even if you can’t make out what exactly they’re saying, it doesn’t take a genius to guess who they’re referring to.
Instead of gifting them with the reaction they’re looking for, you stick to picking apart another roll and popping it happily into your mouth. It’s as you are finishing it that something akin to triumph leaves Jimin’s mouth and he’s pushing a few pieces of parchment into your hands.
“There you are, Y/N.” He smiles -when is he not smiling? you hope you never find out- looking rather proud of himself. “Those are the notes from today’s class, but if you ever need some others to study with you can just ask. I always keep all my notes in case I need to check back with them.”
Your eyes run over the parchment quickly, briefly looking it over. The notes are organized nicely and written in perfectly neat handwriting. He’s even made a bulleted list and you're taken a bit by surprise by just how neat and organized everything is.
Looking back up at him, you nod your head with a smile. “Thanks, Jimin. I guess now I owe you two.”
“I don’t really mind.” He waves off your concerns like batting away a fly. “Partners in crime help each other out.”
You chuckle at the use of the term you’d made up just to tease him. He seems to notice this and his smile widens and display his set of perfectly white teeth. You have to refrain from rolling your eyes at how unfairly gorgeous he looks without even trying.
“Well thanks, anyway.” You return, beginning to collect your things from where you’d laid them beside you. “I promise I’ll give them back in detention tomorrow. I just really need to look over them first.”
Jimin shrugs, not even batting an eyelash as he dismisses your words. “It’s fine, Y/N. I’ve gone over them several times so take as long with them as you need.”
Instead of replying, you just offer him a lift of your lips and he grins in response. Did he ever stop grinning? You’re not sure, but you are certain that you could look at that smile of his all day.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Jimin.”
“See ya, Y/N!”
Even after your conversation has ended, you find yourself smiling. You have no idea how, but Jimin just seems to have that kind of power over people. It’s as if the mere thought of him is enough to make someone’s day better. You wish more people were like that.
It’s as you’re lost in your thoughts, just vaguely aware of making your way to your own table, that a shout of your name registers behind you.
You turn, expecting to see Jimin who may have forgotten a paper or had given you one too many by mistake, but instead, you see Lisa jogging to meet you where you stand.
To say that you’re surprised is a bit of an understatement. You’d only ever talked to Lisa a handful of times before, like when you’d worked together on your Astronomy project last year, for example. She was fairly popular herself and well-liked among students across all houses and years. It’s not hard to understand why, either. With her long blonde hair and dazzling eyes, not to mention a killer sweet smile and charming personality, it’s difficult not to. You’d even made plans to talk and hang out more often after last year’s assignment. Granted they never came into fruition, but you have to say that she’s definitely one of the more humble and kind Gryffindors you’ve met over the years.
Still, none of this could explain why she would want to speak with you. Sure, you know each other and, yeah so you got along last year, but it’s not as if you two were exactly friends. In fact, even after you’d gotten closer during your project, you’d have to admit that Jimin is more of a friend to you than she is.
“Y/N.” She called out as you came within speaking distance of one another. The girl was radiating pleasantry as she stood in front of you and your curiosity is starting to grow as she rocks back onto the balls of her feet. “Hey, I didn’t get the chance to say hi back there.”
“Hey, Lisa. What’s up?” You ask, never one for beating around the bush.
The Gryffindor recognizes this and nods to herself. “So, I wanted to ask you because Jimin isn’t saying anything and there are some rumors going around, but I just wanted to be sure if they were true.”
You sigh, not quite sure if you know where this is going. “Rumors? What rumors?”
“Everyone is saying that you and Jimin are together.” She surmised, biting her lip as she eyed you carefully.
You frowned, but your face refused to give anything away. Turning the thought over in your head, you huffed in exasperation. “Really? I swear people will make up anything just to entertain themselves.”
“So it’s not true?” Lisa wondered, her pretty brown eyes alight with interest.
“No, it’s not. We literally just met a few days ago. We’re just friends.” You shook your head, not quite believing that people would make this up for fun. Can’t a boy and a girl simply just be friends?
Lisa nods in understanding, a look almost similar to the Cheshire Cat on her face. “Oh okay, I get it. You two seem pretty close for only knowing each other a few days, though.”
“Not you, too.” You groan, but there’s no malice in your tone. In fact, you enjoy talking to Lisa again. From the little time that you’ve known her, you’ve become aware that’s she’s not interested in the latest gossip as most others are. Still, she’s never exactly out of the loop.
“We’re just friendly people.” You defend with a pout, causing Lisa to laugh.
Her laugh rings in your ears, soft and sweet. “I’m just messing with you, I understand.” The blonde assures and you believe her. “I’ll tell everyone to stop spreading those rumors around if you want.”
“That’d be nice, thank you.”
“No problem.” She gives you a nice pat on the back, before she’s off, though not without telling you that the two of you should hang out soon. With easy agreement from you, you’re left to wander back towards your fellow Hufflepuffs and finally sit down to eat your dinner.
It wasn’t until Lisa brought it up that you noticed all the lingering stares and faded whispers that have seemed to surround you these days. For whatever reason, people just lived to talk about you, so it’s nothing you weren’t already used to. However, the rumor about you and Jimin seemed to be a widely believed one, if the extra gossip around you is of any indication.
If you’re being honest, you don’t mind the attention so much. Sure, you wish people wouldn’t make things up just because they have nothing better to do, but truthfully you’re more worried about how Jimin will take it. Being as popular and admired as he is, you’re sure he can handle it, but you wonder if the thought makes him uncomfortable.
Whatever the case, you hope it won’t drive a wedge between you and your new friend and you hope people will stop making things up for their own interest.
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It’s finally Friday and normally you’d be buzzing with excitement at the thought of the weekend. The always fierce competition between Gryffindor and Slytherin is in two days and you and Laya planned on wasting your Saturday away just doing whatever you want. However, today was different.
Today, you’re still stuck in detention, assisting the house elves with tonight’s dinner. As you stir the stew that the elf Talby asked you to, you try your hardest not to fall asleep mid-stir. The only sounds coming from within the four walls of the kitchen being that if the numerous elves running around in preparation.
At this point, you’re just thanking your lucky stars that you have-
“Hello? Earth to Y/N? Are you dead or just sleeping? How can you sleep standing up? That’s what horses do, are you a horse?”
-Jimin.
You sigh, reluctantly opening your eyes to steady Jimin with a glare. He just shrugs with a smirk, continuing to mash the assortment of potatoes in front of him.
Turning back to the stew, you stare at it regretfully. You love the house elves, really you do. They’re kind and some of them brutally honest, and most of the time their company is better than that of your fellow students. They always love to see you and Laya (and Hoseok but everybody loves him) and you’d be lying if you said the two (three) of you haven’t spent a few hours down there helping them out. Unfortunately, the fact remains that there are still quite a few more appealing alternative ways you’d rather spend your Friday evening.
You’re bored and lethargy is seeping into your bones and closing your eyes from lack of stimulation. Even Jimin, who isn’t much better off than you are despite his ever prominent smile, is blinking back his boredom.
You pout, stretching your arms above your head with a yawn. “I’m bored.” You drawled with a childish whine.
Jimin nods his agreement, resting his head in his palm. “Me, too. I wish we at least had some music or something.”
“Yeah me, too. Sucks that Hogwarts doesn’t invest in a set of speakers.” You lament, your shoulders slumping in disappoint from the simple thought.
“I wish, but Hogwarts just barely began to allow cell phones.” The boy shrugs with an air of disbelief, his hands pushing back his blonde hair. “I doubt they’d be willing to install speakers in such an old and historic castle.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” You sigh dejectedly, the sight of your stew beginning to annoy you. Maybe it’s just your mind creating something and making things up from sheer and utter boredom, but you swear it’s taunting you. Like it knows it’s just a reminder of how awful your Friday is going.
It’s quiet for a second, but then Jimin’s words come back to you. “Wait,” You paused, mulling over his words again. “Do you have speakers at your house?”
Jimin may be your newly acclaimed partner in crime, but you did just meet him five days ago. There’s still a lot of things you don’t know about him. The way he just so casually understood how speakers worked had you a little more than excited.
Jimin looked confused for only a moment until he nodded. “Yeah, my mum insisted that we have them. She’s always loved music and she told my dad that living without them would be equivalent to living in the Stone Age.”
“Thank God!” You exclaimed, your time in detention already seeming to lighten up. “Finally someone understands my struggle. Laya doesn’t understand because she’s lived in the wizarding world her whole life. I seriously think I’m having some sort of withdrawal being without the internet here.”
A snicker falls from Jimin’s lips, his potatoes now abandoned on the table. “Yeah?”
“Hell yeah.” You shot, your stew forgotten and your interest piqued. “Do you know how many times this year I’ve tried to play Spotify only to find that I can’t use it?”
“How many times?” He smiles, clearly amused and biting back a laugh.
“Too many.” You bristle with dissatisfaction, not bothering to hide your resentment.
Jimin’s falls silent for a moment and you glance over in his direction. He’s absentmindedly mashing the potatoes in their bowl now, his eyes glossed over. He seems to be lost in thought, his expression pensive. You decide to give him his time, dutifully going back to your stew.
After another minute or so, he finally responds. “How does internet work in the muggle world? Does it work the same as in the wizarding world?”
Your brows furrowed in confusion. Did he not live in the muggle world? He knows how speakers work and you’d thought he knew how the internet worked, too.
“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never lived in the wizarding world.” You explained to which Jimin frowns. However, he recovers quickly, smiling back at you and asking another question.
“What’s the muggle-world like? My mum tells me a lot of stories but I’ve never gone unless it’s to visit my grandparents.” His voice sounds slightly sad or disappointed as he talks, not meeting your eyes. Instead, they’re trained firmly on his hands which continue to squish a new set of potatoes. “They don’t live in any of the cities, though, so I’ve always wondered what’s it’s actually like out there.”
Admittedly, you were excited to be able to talk about the muggle-world with someone. Laya’s never been to the muggle-world and although Hoseok’s a fellow muggle-born, usually he’s off with Jimin and their other friends so you don’t get to talk to him as much as you’d like. But seeing Jimin now, looking at you with a smidge of hope and a little more curiosity, you decide that you don’t mind so much. It’s cute the way he’s staring at you now and if telling him all about your mundane world will keep that spark in his eyes, then you’ll do it happily.
Jimin is still waiting patiently for you to reply when you come back from your thoughts and you can’t help but laugh.
“I’m not sure there’s much to tell, to be honest.” Just the thought of someone who’s spent their whole life in a world full of witches and wizards finding your own world fascinating makes you chuckle under your breath. “Really it’s pretty boring compared to the wizarding world.”
Jimin shakes his head, a tiny smirk lifting his lips upward. “I think there’s more to it than what you give it credit for. I mean, without muggles us wizards wouldn’t have the internet.”
“That’s true.” You murmur, a feeling of satisfaction at the realization and a swell of pride rising within your chest. A smile threatens to play on your mouth and you don’t even try to suppress it. “Okay, then what do you want to know first?”
A hum radiates from his chest as he thinks, choosing his first question carefully. As he does this, you wonder if he’s never asked his other friends before. Hoseok himself is part of his little tight-knit bunch and you’re pretty sure Namjoon, a sixth year Ravenclaw is as well. If you’re correct, Namjoon is also a muggle-born, and they’ve known each other for years.
You’re about to ask him about this when his face lights up and you can see the gears in his head turn. He looks to you with excitement and anticipation shining in his soft eyes. “What’s your music like? Is it different from ours?”
A smile is gracing his features in a perfect twist of his lips and his eyes are alight and dancing with mirth. You can see real curiosity and intrigue growing in them the longer you stare and personally, that’s more fascinating to you than anything else.
“I’m not very familiar with your music, but I’m not sure how different the two could get.” You begin to think hard, trying to remember the very few songs you’ve heard from the wizarding world. It’s more difficult than you thought, considering you’ve only ever been exposed to that music while riding the Hogwarts Express.
Your eyes flicker back over to Jimin as he waits for you to finish your thought. As you look at him, a memory suddenly comes to mind. “Is that song that you're always singing from the wizarding world?”
He blinks, his face frozen as he stares at you mindlessly. For a moment, you’re not sure if he even registered what you said, but then pink begins to dust his cheeks and you know that he must have. Jimin sputters and seems to close into himself, all trace of the curious boy gone and a timid, bashful one in his place.
“Jimin?” You ask, reaching out to place a gentle hand on his shoulder. Fear that you’ve somehow offended or embarrassed mind floods your mind, and you desperately hope that isn’t the case.
His eyes avoid yours as he goes back to his task of mashing potatoes. You begin to panic, wondering what you said to cause such a shift, but then he speaks, quelling a few of your worries. “Wh-what song?”
“What do you mean, the song that you sing every day? Don’t you know what song it is?”
It’s like a light goes off in his head and his body tenses. He still doesn’t look at you, but he puts his kitchen tools down as he answers, “That song doesn’t exactly have a name.”
“What?”
“It doesn’t have a name.”
“How does it not have a name? That makes no sense.”
“It doesn’t have a name because, well, it’s not exactly finished yet.”
You frown in confusion as he says this, trying to understand what that means. If it’s incomplete and doesn’t have a name, how does Jimin know it, and so well at that? Where did he hear it from?
Your mind whirls as you ponder these questions, jumping from answer to answer until finally, it clicks. It suddenly makes so much more sense to you now. Why Jimin was so shy and tense and why he’s refusing to look you in the eye…
“Jimin,” You lick your lips, taking a step toward him cautiously. “Did you…write that song?”
“...Maybe.”
Immediately you’re grinning, your face split in half from how wide you’re beaming at him. You grasp onto his shoulder, a laugh spilling past your lips. “Jimin that’s great!” You exclaim, your excitement unrestrained.
Jimin turns slightly to face you. His eyes lift up to take a hesitant peak at yours. Like this, he looks rather shy and small, even if he does stand taller than you. He looks... vulnerable almost.
You hate it.
“Really?”
“Of course!” You try to encourage him, selfishly craving the warmth that you hadn’t realized his smile brings. “I’ve only heard what you’ve been singing so far, but it sounds amazing.”
“It does?” He mumbles, as if afraid you’re lying to him. He glances down at you through the hair that’s fallen in his face and you fight the urge to move it out of the way.
You nod fervently, doing your best to silence his worries. “Definitely! It’s soft and pretty and I’ve had it stuck in my head all week.”
“You have?”
A laugh pours out unbidden. His bashfulness has been replaced with that hopeful look, which you think, looks far better on him. “Yeah, I have. I’ve even caught myself singing it probably as many times as I’ve heard you sing it.” You tilt your head, your expression turning smug. “You do realize that you sing that song every day, right?”
Your companion blushes, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. “No, I- uh, wasn’t aware.”
“It’s okay, I don’t really mind.” You assure him, giving him a pat on the back and turning back to your stew. You pick up the spoon and start to stir. “I like it, hearing it makes me happy.”
You can practically feel the way his smile splits his face in half. His eyes sparkle like actual stars and you swear he seems to get taller. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him happier than at this moment and the thought that you caused it gives you an odd sense of accomplishment.
“You really mean that?” His voice is laced with uncertainty, but somehow he still looks optimistic. His eyes search yours for an answer, nervously, and you’re happy to give him the one he’s looking for.
“I really do.” You say sweetly, your mood lifted and feeling much more awake than you did at the start of detention.
Jimin laughs, his spirit much brighter now than a minute ago. “Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot to me.”
“Any time, Jimin.”
Time passes much more smoothly after that. You tell Jimin all about the muggle world while he educates you on life in its wizarding counterpart. The house elves may have gotten onto the two of you a few times for treating your detention like a time to catch up, but neither of you cared. It didn’t stop you from getting into a tiny food fight or from screaming Jimin’s song at the top of your lungs.
warnings: strong language and very dialogue-heavy, significant roles for Wonwoo (svt) and Jimin, non-reader-insert
A/N: Ravenclaw!Jungkook ideas with @kpopfanfictrash that got slightly out of hand lol. Might turn into a drabble series! Will replace the gif with something else later!
summary: Slytherin muggleborns starting an underground business selling ballpoint pens to purebloods at a galleon a piece (this prompt)
To call the state of the castle antique would be an understatement, if the creaking of the floors, the wood groaning under every calculated step they take, is anything to go by. The hallways look vastly different in the darkness of the night while the ancient building and its residents are sound asleep. One of the two boys sneaking down the stairs stumbles over his own feet when he misses a step, earning an aggravated and subdued hiss from the other.
“I can’t see shit! Why aren’t we using our wands?!” He heatedly whispers in his defense.
“I told you we’re going to attract unwanted attention if we use our wands as flashlights! But keep being this noisy and Filch won’t even need his cat to snitch on us before he’s dragging our asses back to bed and we miss the whole thing.”
“What are flashlights?”
“Shh!”
“I just…I really don’t like this, Jungkook...What if we get caught?” Wonwoo grabs his roommate by his sleeve, hesitantly shuffling behind him until he comes to a stop when Jungkook turns around, looking at him with furrowed brows. “You know we have N.E.W.T. exams coming up...We should head back to the dorms while we still can.”
Clicking his tongue in disapproval, Jungkook releases himself from Wonwoo’s grip. “You’re a bigger wimp than i thought, but fine, go back then.” He shrugs. “You won’t get any if you bail on me now, though.”
Wonwoo visibly battles the dilemma inside his head before letting curiosity win and reluctantly goes back to sauntering behind Jungkook when the latter turns around and goes ahead without him.
“Ravenclaws aren’t exactly known for their guts, Jungkook,” He continues matter-of-factly. “We’re known for making wise decisions and being rational in times of— ow!”
Jungkook ignores the scowl of his companion, who’s rubbing the painful spot on his arm where he punched him. “I swear to Merlin’s left nutsack that if you don’t shut your mouth right now, i’m gonna spell it shut. Got it?”
With one last glare, Wonwoo’s lips are sealed as they continue to make their way deeper and deeper down into the castle, getting occasional disapproving looks of the paintings when their sleep gets disturbed and looking over their shoulders to make sure there wasn’t a certain cat lurking around the corner. While getting points taken from Ravenclaw didn’t affect their N.E.W.T’s, it’s rather embarrassing to bring shame onto their house for being out of bed like a clueless first year.
One more stairway down in the dark and they reach the long, low room underneath the lake. Jungkook knows the way to the dungeons by heart. Wonwoo, not so much.
“Are we almost there?” He asks, uncertain and slightly shivering from the underground chilliness.
Jungkook nods, deeming it safe enough to whisper ‘Lumos!’ now the Slytherin common room is only a few more feet away. The rough stone walls and ceiling light up at once, not a speck of colour to detect in the grim palette of the unconventional dormitories. When he reaches the solid wooden door, he raises his fist to knock in a strange rhythm. The door opens slightly, a dash of bright orange locks peeking from behind the corner and forming a stark contrast with the rest of the setting.
“Password?” A gentle voice asks from behind the wooden obstacle.
“Jimin, it’s me.” Jungkook sighs, rolling his eyes at the unnecessary precautions.
“That’s not the password, Jeon. Try again.”
“Fine.” He groans. “Babbling bumbling band of baboons.”
“Come in!” Jimin beams while pulling the door to the common room open wide. “Honestly that’ll never not be fun— Oh? You brought a friend?”
“A classmate.” Jungkook elaborates while stepping into the noticeably warmer and more comfortable room, the fireplace blazing and making the gloomy dungeons look a lot cozier.
“I’m Wonwoo.” The dark-haired boy timidly introduces himself as he pushes his round rimmed glasses up his nose. “We’re here for the balls joint pens.”
Jimin’s grin widens and his eyes squeeze into crescents in amusement. Jungkook simply pats Wonwoo’s back.
“They’re called ballpoint pens, Wonwoo, and Jimin wouldn’t let us in here if we’d come for anything else than— No wait, scratch that, actually...” He muses, taunting Jimin while the latter’s cheeks get slightly flushed upon the insinuation.
“Yeah, anyway, follow me if you wanna check out the goods— not like that, you damn pervert!” Jimin irritably smacks Jungkook’s shoulder when he snickers.
“He’s a bit of a slut.” He explains to Wonwoo in a whisper, causing Jimin to spin around and toss a well-aimed pillow off the black chesterfield and towards his head.
They follow him further into the room, same rough stones as on the outside but round lamps hanging from the ceiling throwing a greenish light onto them. It’s hard to miss the massive oak table, decked in a green velvet cloth that says “Park’s Paradise of Muggle Merchandise” in silver embroidery. All sorts of different stationery lies neatly splayed out across the surface, from expensive looking calligraphy pens to ordinary pencils. Stars already start to twinkle in Jungkook’s eyes, while Wonwoo just rubs the back of his neck with a puzzled look on his face.
“These are the best quality on the market, boys. Real Bics, one galleon each.”
“Hey, i’m actually offering you a pretty solid deal here. They’re at least twice as expensive in muggle money.” Jimin pouts, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “And they’re French.”
“Don’t worry Jimin,” Jungkook swoops in, a smug smirk plastered on his face, “Wonwoo’s new to this stuff, so i got this.”
Jimin’s pout instantly vanishes to make place for a questioning expression. “Right.”
“So, the Bics! Tell me more!”
“Well, why tell you when i can show you?” Jimin smirks mysteriously as he picks one of the ballpoint pens up from the table to present it to Jungkook. “Wanna take this baby for a spin?”
Jungkook nods enthusiastically, taking the pen from Jimin’s hand and cradling it between his fingers like it was a precious jewel.
“I don’t get it,” Wonwoo shrugs, unimpressed, “They’re just pens? Non-magical at that? Why are you drooling over them?”
Jungkook looks at him as if he’d just grown two heads.
“Uh, i don’t know about you but i’m tired of my hand not being able to keep up with my brain when i have to dunk a quill into an ink pot every two sentences.”
“There’s literally a dozen different Infinite Ink quills on the market, Jungkook.” Wonwoo deadpans, silently cursing himself for falling for Jeon Jungkook’s big talk once again, risking getting caught for worthless muggle pens while he could’ve stayed in his soft, safe and warm bed instead.
“Are you stupid?” Jungkook scoffs, all the while twirling the bic between his fingers, “Have you forgotten we’re not allowed to bring enchanted stationery to our exams? They’d get confiscated in a second.”
“Muggle items aren’t even allowed on school property.” Wonwoo counters, although less confident than he started out in this argument.
“Exactly!” Jimin chimes in cheerfully before giving a curt nod, “Show him, Jungkook.”
The smug seventh year Ravenclaw entwines his fingers, knuckles cracking with the stretch while his lips curl into a lopsided smirk. “With pleasure.”
Wonwoo wasn’t sure what to expect, sceptical about anything Jungkook gets excited about, but also a tad bit curious. Instead of returning to the Ravenclaw dormitories, like he knows he should, he watches his roommate fiddle with an ordinary quill of the sort they use every day, after dismantling one of those so called ballpoint pens. Maybe the exciting part has yet to come.
He holds up his finished product with pride and Wonwoo was convinced that, in strong contrast to his own, it probably sparkled from Jungkook’s point of view.
“I present to you: the untraceable Infinite Ink quill!” He announces. “well, infinite-ish.”
“I offer refills at fifty percent on first purchase!” Jimin excitedly cuts in from behind him.
A few quiet moments pass by when Wonwoo just pinches his nose bridge, screwing his eyes shut as he silently tries to collect his patience while the duo awaits his verdict expectantly. “This is the project you’ve been working on for the past month? An illegal muggle quill?”
Jungkook indignantly furrows his eyebrows. “Can’t a man have a hobby? You have your, uh, weird frog choir, I have my muggle stuff.“ He shrugs. “Same thing but mine’s cooler.”
“I have to admit it’s refreshingly harmless compared to your former experiments.”
“Listen, I never forced my guinea pigs to drink that Blemish Blitzer, alright? They did it all by themselves.”
“For fucks sake, Jungkook, stop referring to people as your guinea pigs!” Wonwoo throws his hands up in exasperation. “They wanted to get rid of their acne, not get zits the size of a snitch!”
“That was months ago, get over it.” Jungkook rolls his eyes as he stubbornly crosses his arms. “They all got treatment from madam Pomfrey and now their skin looks better than ever before, so no one’s even talking about that little accident—”
“Literally everyone is still talking about it.”
“Only the first years and I don’t give a shit about what they—”
“Hey, are you buying or not?” Jimin loudly interrupts the roommate’s quarrel, visibly tired and annoyed. “Cause if you aren’t, get the fuck out of this common room before we get caught and i can kiss my profit goodbye.”
Jungkook dramatically clutches his chest. “Is money all you care about? What about my feelings, Jimin?!”
“Can’t buy my date a drink with your feelings, Jeon.” He quips cheerfully.
“Seriously, is there even anyone you haven’t dated left on this campus?” Jungkook murmurs before getting another pillow thrown in his face. “Where do you keep getting those fucking pillows?!”
“Same place you keep your inside voice.” Jimin hisses, but immediately flips his switch as he turns back to Wonwoo, plastering a captivating smile onto his cute face. “So, do you want me to wrap yours or can i just give it to you like this?”
Jimin’s small hand finds the back of Jungkook’s head in another slap when he hears him snicker again.
“Uh...No, thanks. I think i’m good here.” Wonwoo’s lips press together in an awkward smile, hands held up apologetically. “Not interested.”
“Fine, suit yourself.” Jimin sighs and drops his retail face, gesturing vaguely at the door. “Off you go, then.”
“This is a hole in the market, Wonwoo!” Jungkook adds. “You’ll regret not getting one while they were still cheap during our N.E.W.T’s.”
Wonwoo’s already making his way towards the door as he holds up an insincere thumb for his roommate. “Yeah, sure. whatever. I’m going back to the dorm.”
This is it! The last page of the fifth and final exam he needs to execute seamlessly until the end to have a perfect score on all of them! Wonwoo’s heart beats wildly in his chest, pumped with adrenaline and excitement from the prospect of having a perfect all-kill on his exams! He’s been killing it so far, taking his sweet time to read the questions and think over his answers. He’s known for using every given second on a test, not scrabbling down the first thing that pops into his mind and handing it all in before half of the time was over, like Jungkook does. No, he’s extremely meticulous, priding himself in his perfectionism even when there’s only ten minutes left on the clock.
He smiles to himself, reading the questions. He already knows exactly what he’s going to write! His quill just needs a little more ink—
His face goes pale when his ears register the soft thud of the point of his quill hitting the bottom of the ink pot. Empty.
His hand shoots up, beckoning the supervisor to ask for a new pot. She spots him immediately and heads over to his desk to find out what the problem is but why is she going so damn slow?
“What is it, dear?” She asks sweetly, her brown curls bouncing a little as she tilts her head in curiosity.
“I ran out of ink. Can i get a new ink pot, please?” He asks politely, ignoring the sweat beads forming on his temples as he watches the seconds tick by on the clock, the sound pounding in his ears.
“Oh, of course! Just a second, dear.” She smiles, turning to get one from her own desk at the front of the classroom. He really wants to tell her to hurry the fuck up but he knows he can’t, only adding to the frustration.
Only two minutes have passed before she’s fetched the fresh ink pot and placed it on his desk. Two crucial minutes, making his entire planning and time management utterly useless. There’s no way he’s going to be able to even write fast enough to complete this whole page in the remaining five minutes that are left. Dread fills his entire body as he scrambles to write what he can, knowing he can kiss his perfect all-kill of Outstanding scores on every test goodbye.
From the corner of his eye, he watches his roommate twirl a familiar quill between his fingers as he comfortably leans back in his chair, his ink pot as full as it has been at the start of the test. Jungkook catches his gaze and he smiles a smug half-smirk Wonwoo recognizes as the non-verbal translation of ‘told you so’ as he sends a cheeky wink his way, demonstratively holding up his convenient creation.
