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It was just a stupid dare. That’s all it was supposed to be.
How the fuck did this happen? Jimin thought to himself as he stood in front of a very confused, very upset-looking Min Yoongi, his arms securely wrapped around himself to protect himself from the elder’s potential wrath.
As Jimin’s nose and chin finally returned to their normal shape and size, Yoongi covered his face with his hands, a red tint spreading from his neck all the way up to the tips of his ears. Jimin barely had time to call after him before Yoongi was taking off, sprinting down the empty hallway to get away from Jimin.
Jimin’s hands were shaking as the final effects of the potion wore off. He shivered under his robes as a cool autumn breeze washed over him from a nearby open window.
How did this happen?
***
It all started when Jimin had woken up to what seemed like hundreds of text messages from his muggle friends and his family. Being a muggle-born, Jimin was one of few students at Hogwarts who owned a smartphone that he used to keep in contact with his friends and family.
His younger brother had sent him a link to a popular online shopping website. Bro look at these prices!!!! Its lit.
Jimin had blearily clicked on the link through half-closed eyes. Sure enough, all items were marked thirty to seventy percent off on the website. Squinting slightly at the screen, Jimin saw that the banner of the websites read “Singles’ Day Sale! Buy Something for the Most Special Person in Your Life: Yourself!”
Jimin jolted awake and immediately checked the date on his phone.
November 11.
Jimin groaned before checking the rest of his messages. His parents and friends had all sent him a little bit of money, telling him to treat himself and to “not feel blue, perhaps you’ll find someone by next year so you won’t have to celebrate this holiday again!”
Jimin found himself pouting at how everyone had automatically assumed that (yet again) he was single on Singles’ Day. It wasn’t like he was trying; he had a crush, it was just a matter of getting said crush to acknowledge his existence more often.
Nevertheless, Jimin spent fifteen minutes buying a couple of items for himself before everything sold out. He had them all mailed to his muggle address, since there was no way any muggle mailman in his right mind would drive hours to get to Hogwarts, if he could even find it (not likely, considering how tightly guarded the school was against muggle interference). He could wait until winter break to open them, anyways.
Yawning, Jimin pulled himself out of bed and tried to make himself presentable for breakfast, throwing on a clean pair of robes and straightening his thick-framed glasses on his nose.
There was a knock on his dorm door.
“Ready to go?” Yoongi asked gently.
Jimin gave him a small smile. “Yeah. Just one sec.” He shoved all of his textbooks and notebooks into his bag before grabbing his wand.
Yoongi grabbed his hand as they took the walked through the Slytherin common room and then ascended the stairs up to the ground level of the Hogwarts castle, a gesture that had become familiar to them over the years.
Jimin always enjoyed the comfortable warmth and pressure of Yoongi’s hand against his, but recently, now that his feelings were making themselves more obvious than ever, it had become somewhat stressful for Jimin. He obsessed over whether Yoongi could feel his palms grow hot and sweaty the way he was painfully aware of, or if Yoongi had figured out that the pink flush to Jimin’s cheeks wasn’t from exertion from climbing a few flights of stairs. Worst of all, Jimin worried relentlessly over if Yoongi could hear how fast his heart beat whenever they were so close together like this, only a few centimeters separating their shoulders.
Yoongi finally released his hand once they reached the dining hall. Jimin’s lungs filled with air again, his face uncomfortably warm from the interaction.
“Happy Singles’ Day, Jimin!” Hoseok, a fellow muggle-born, exclaimed as soon as Jimin took a seat at their usual table. Yoongi quickly plopped down into the seat beside him. “Did you buy anything for yourself this morning?”
Jimin shrugged. “Just a couple things that were super cheap. How about you?”
“I bought some more shoes,” Hoseok replied with a happy smile.
From across the table, Seokjin loudly sighed. “I swear to god, if you bought more of those ugly ass, absurdly expensive ‘balling seagull’ shoes—”
“For the last time, they’re Balenciaga, not ‘balling seagull’!” Hoseok interrupted. “And they’re wonderful. You cannot tell me otherwise.”
“They also cost as much as a most people’s monthly salary,” Yoongi muttered.
Hoseok stuck his tongue out at Yoongi. “Well, I bought counterfeit ones for a tenth of their normal price, so take that!”
“That was…a peculiar boast,” Namjoon remarked from next to Yoongi. “But speaking of ‘balling seagulls’…”
He gestured across the room to where Jungkook was running into the dining hall, late to breakfast as usual. Jungkook’s hair was ruffled, probably since he had rolled out of bed approximately five minutes earlier, and he stared around the room in confusion for a few moments until Taehyung waved at him to get his attention.
Jungkook’s face instantly relaxed into a smile as he rushed over to their table.
“Sorry I’m late!” he said as soon as he took a seat at the table. “Did I miss anything important?”
“Oh, you know,” Yoongi started while poking at his food with disinterest. “We were just discussing how we should all form a highly successful boy group that creates music with highly profound political and societal messaging. And how the apocalypse is imminent.”
“Oddly specific,” Jungkook replied, unfazed by Yoongi’s antics. “I like it. How long did it take you to come up with that one?”
“Came up with it last night,” Yoongi muttered while chewing on a mouthful of food. “I realized that my ‘we were discussing how to plan a successful murder’ from yesterday was rather subpar in comparison to what I’m capable of.”
“Hoseok bought more of those atrociously hideous shoes!” Seokjin cut in. He pointed a finger at Hoseok. “Tell him how ugly those shoes are, Jungkook!”
“Right, because Jungkook is our resident expert on fashion,” Hoseok mumbled while rolling his eyes. “He literally thinks a white T-shirt and ripped jeans are the pinnacle of high fashion.”
“You forgot to add a beanie and a pair of Timberlands,” Jungkook responded. “But yeah, Seokjin is right. Those shoes are super fucking ugly.”
Hoseok narrowed his eyes. “Maybe you should look in a mirror before you start judging what you think is ugly.”
“You don’t mean that,” Jungkook replied with a cheeky smile on his face.
Hoseok huffed petulantly. “Maybe I do mean it. How would you know?”
“Say it to my face,” Jungkook challenged him, his smile growing wider and wider. “Tell me you think I’m ugly and I’ll believe you.”
Hoseok sputtered for a moment, his face turning cherry red. “W-What? Why would you—You know, you’re so annoying sometimes, like. I can’t even right now—”
“Can you two keep the bickering to a minimum?” Namjoon interrupted. Under his breath, he murmured, “I swear, these two have such a weird way of flirting with each other…”
The last comment caused both Jungkook and Hoseok’s cheeks to flush with embarrassment. Jimin turned to face Yoongi, who proceeded to dramatically roll his eyes at their friends, causing Jimin to giggle.
Hoseok cleared his throat after a moment. “Anyway, what I was trying to say before everyone started trying to attack me for my fashion sense—”
“Can having no fashion sense really be considered a type of fashion sense?” Seokjin wondered aloud. Jungkook cracked up, trying to hide his laughter behind his hand, but Hoseok still threw a hard-boiled egg at his head. Jungkook, Ravenclaw’s star seeker, caught the egg with his free hand easily.
“Anyway,” Hoseok said more forcefully as Jungkook proceeded to eat the very egg that had just been chucked at his forehead by shoving the whole fucking thing into his mouth. “We should celebrate. It’s Singles’ Day and we’re all single!”
Taehyung snorted lightly. “Keep your voice down, that’s not exactly something we need to broadcast to everyone.”
Jungkook said something incoherent around the whole hard-boiled egg in his mouth.
“If Jungkook and Hoseok got their shit together, then maybe we wouldn’t have to celebrate Singles’ Day with them every single fucking year,” Yoongi whispered to Jimin, causing Jimin to almost choke on his orange juice.
“I may or may not have picked up a couple of things from the potions storage room recently,” Jungkook said. “And I’m saying that those things have a correlation to celebrating Singles’ Day, but that’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“So I guess we’re playing Truth or Dare again tonight,” Taehyung sighed. He placed his fork back on the table as his face took on a pensive look. “I’m in.”
“I can’t. I have an exam coming up,” Yoongi said without lookin up from his food.
“I have Quidditch practice,” Seokjin said with a small, apologetic shrug.
“I refuse to take part in activities that could possibly end in me losing a limb or worse, losing my dignity,” Namjoon answered. “So no.”
“Dignity is overrated,” Jungkook muttered. He turned to Jimin with a serious look on his face. “What about you, Jimin? Will you join your brethren to fulfill the prophecy?”
“Sure,” Jimin replied. “I have time to kill tonight and I’m ready to make some terrible mistakes.”
Hoseok smile widely. “Then it’s settled. Let’s meet in the Hufflepuff common room at eight. Bring your worst intrusive questions and humiliating dares.” He paused for a moment, tapping his finger against his chin in thought.
“Make sure to leave your sanity and dignity behind, though,” Hoseok added as an afterthought. “And your sense of shame. They won’t be necessary for our purposes.”
“Wow, that doesn’t sound weirdly ominous at all,” Jimin mumbled sarcastically.
Only Yoongi had heard him, and they shared a brief smile that was enough to send Jimin’s heart racing. Yoongi’s smile was really pretty. Jimin enjoyed seeing it just a little too much.
***
The school day seemed to pass in a blur, and before he knew it, Jimin was heading back up the stairs of the Slytherin common room. He hummed lightly to himself as he made his way over to the kitchens, where Taehyung was already waiting for him.
Jimin offered his friend a smile and they chatted for a few moments as they waited for Jungkook to arrive. Once their youngest friend finally arrived, his blue and silver scarf flapping in the air as he jogged over, Taehyung walked over to tap on a barrel in the corner of the kitchen a few times in a rhythm that Jimin still had yet to decipher. The door to the Hufflepuff common room immediately appeared beside the barrel.
The three of them descended down a sloping, dirt-covered passage way until they reached a low-ceilinged room filled with yellow and black furniture.
Hoseok leaped up to greet them. “Ready to get started? The night is young, and we have some mistakes to make.”
They arranged themselves in a small circle on the ground, away from the other students in the room who were still chatting and working on assignments together.
“So,” Jungkook began with a devilish smile on his face. He gestured to his satchel. “I have a few items for your consideration.”
He pulled out a small package. “Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans.” Taehyung made a small, excited noise. Jungkook pulled out a small flask. “A new potion from Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. No idea what it does yet.” Hoseok reached over to begin inspecting the label on the potion. “And lastly, the one I’m proudest of, a fresh flask of polyjuice potion, nicked from the potions storage room by yours truly.” Jungkook glanced around at them with a wide smile. “I think it’s enough to last around ten to fifteen minutes, but there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?”
“I like the way you think,” Hoseok agreed. He spread his hands wide. “Well, let’s get this show on the road. Taehyung, truth or dare?”
Taehyung tapped his finger against his bottom lip in thought for a few seconds. “Hm. Dare.”
“Pass me the demonic jellybeans,” Hoseok said to Jungkook. He shook a few out onto his hand and pulled out a mysteriously-colored speckled bean. He held it out to Taehyung. “Eat up.”
Taehyung placed the jellybean in his mouth and chewed tentatively. His face immediately scrunched up as he gagged, barely managing to swallow the thing. “R-Rotten egg flavor,” he said in explanation as he coughed loudly. “Disgusting.”
Hoseok grinned. “Sometimes it be like that. Now, pick someone else in the circle.”
“Jungkook, truth or dare?” Taehyung asked, his expression still a little sour from the jellybean experience.
“Truth,” Jungkook answered immediately.
“Aw, are you scared, Jungkook?” Hoseok goaded. “Not feeling particularly daring today, huh?”
“No, I just don’t want to eat fucking grass or vomit flavored shit right now,” Jungkook replied. He turned to face Taehyung. “Do your worst.”
Taehyung hummed contemplatively. “Hm…So Jungkook, what really happened last month when you and Hoseok disappeared together for five hours?”
Jimin watched in amusement as the color of Jungkook’s cheeks and neck steadily darkened until he was scarlet. Hoseok, on the other hand, was cracking up, hitting the floor with one hand as he laughed. Upon closer inspection, Jimin realized Hoseok’s face was just as red as Jungkook’s.
“We’re waiting, Jungkook,” Taehyung teased. “Do you have something to hide?”
Hoseok stopped laughing to nudge Jungkook. “It’s okay. You can tell them if you want. I don’t care.”
That just seemed to distress Jungkook further.
“Fuck,” Jungkook muttered after a long moment of silence. “I changed my mind. Dare.”
Taehyung raised his eyebrows. “Interesting.” He reached over for the bag of jellybeans and pushed them towards Jungkook. “Eat a handful of these without gagging or spitting anything out.”
Jungkook seemed oddly solemn as he shook out several jellybeans onto his hand. Without warning, he abruptly shoved everything into his mouth, chewing and swallowing evenly. The only sign of discomfort Jimin noticed on Jungkook was the fact his eyes were watering slightly.
Jungkook swallowed harshly and gave himself a moment before he said, “Okay. Jimin, truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“When was the last time you kissed someone?”
Jimin frowned slightly as he thought. “Maybe a year ago. It wasn’t all that memorable, to be honest.”
“That was weak, Jungkook,” Taehyung said. “Of all things you could have asked…”
Jimin laughed before turning to Hoseok and asking him to pick truth or dare. Hoseok ended up with a mouthful of jellybeans and a pained expression on his face. They continued for a few more rounds until Taehyung turned to Jimin with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“So, Jimin…truth or dare?” he asked with raised eyebrows.
“Uh…” The idea of eating more jellybeans was not appealing to Jimin at all, considering he had been forced to consume a soap-flavored one during the previous round. “Truth.”
Taehyung smirked. “Alright…Do you mind telling us exactly why you get so red and blushy around Yoongi these days?”
Jimin immediately buried his face in his hands. “Don’t make me say it out loud!”
“You picked truth, though…” Jungkook said, a shit-eating grin on his face.
“I…Guys, it’s literally Singles’ Day, can we not talk about this right now?” Jimin pouted.
“Well, with some luck, you won’t be single next year,” Hoseok muttered. The flush on Jimin’s cheeks darkened.
“I…um.” Jimin forced himself to swallow hard to steady his voice. “I…like…him?”
“So why haven’t you done something about it already?” Taehyung pressed.
Jimin considered sticking his tongue out and telling Taehyung that he was only allowed to ask one question at a time, but he ultimately decided to just be honest with his friends. “Because I don’t really think he likes me that much. We talk and hang out sometimes, but he’s obviously closer with other people…He probably doesn’t see me as anything more than a kid.”
Hoseok frowned. “I think you’re seriously misreading this.”
Jimin shrugged. “It’s okay. You don’t need to comfort me or anything. It is what it is.” He took a deep breath. “Anyways, Jungkook, truth or dare?”
Taehyung and Jungkook still seemed a bit troubled by Jimin’s words, but nevertheless, they continued playing. Hoseok ended up drinking the mystery potion Jungkook had brought along, which made Hoseok’s head sprout antlers for ten minutes. It was getting later and later in the evening, and by round eight or nine, they were the only people left in the Hufflepuff common room. Taehyung ended up forcing Jungkook to sit in Hoseok’s lap for two rounds, and ordeal that left them both flustered and sputtering for several minutes.
“Jimin, truth or dare?” Hoseok asked, face still red after Jungkook finally slid off his lap.
“Truth.”
Hoseok pouted. “You’re no fun. You’ve only picked dare once tonight.”
Jimin glared at him. “Fine. Dare.”
That seemed to placate Hoseok.
“Pass me the polyjuice potion, Jungkook,” Hoseok instructed. He seemed utterly delighted. “This is going to be so much fun.”
Jungkook handed the flask over to Hoseok, who popped the cap open quickly. He swished the liquid inside around for a few seconds before making eye contact with Jimin again.
“I dare you…to pretend to be me for the next fifteen minutes,” Hoseok said, already reaching up to yank a hair off of his head to deposit in the potion. “You have to go back into the hallways and talk to anyone who greets you without them realizing you’re not me. And then you’ll come back and tell us everything that happened.”
Jimin had an uneasy feeling about this. “Uh. Okay. What if someone figures it out, though?”
“Then I suppose we’re all screwed,” Hoseok replied casually. “Just play it cool. Like I would.”
Jimin rolled his eyes. “Sure.”
Hoseok handed the flask over to Jimin. “Now drink up.”
Jimin swirled the liquid, which was steadily turning a golden color and wafting off a scent that smelled faintly of strawberries. He hesitated for half a second longer before raising the flask to his lips and downing it. It went down smoothly, the taste a pleasant mix between floral and fruity flavors.
For a moment, nothing happened. And then,
Jimin felt his limbs elongate slightly, his nose slimming down, and his cheekbones rising up on his face. His lips shrunk slightly and his legs slimmed. It wasn’t exactly a painful process, but it was uncomfortable and Jimin’s body felt heavy and clunky once the transformation was complete.
“Holy shit,” Taehyung whispered with wide eyes.
Jungkook yanked Jimin to his feet and pulled him over to the nearest mirror so he could see. Sure enough, Jimin looked like a perfect copy of Hoseok. Jimin waved his hand in front of the mirror and raised his eyebrows a few times, still utterly amazed whenever his reflection (or Hoseok’s reflection, rather) did the same.
“Well,” the real Hoseok finally said while pushing Jimin towards the entrance to the common room. “Off you go. See you in a few minutes! We’ll keep playing while you’re gone.”
Jimin gulped and took on last glance at his amused friends before heading back down the corridor to the kitchens. It was rather late, and so Jimin desperately hoped that he wouldn’t run into anyone at all while he roamed the hallways. As he turned into a dimly lit hallway, Jimin felt his nervousness increase. Could he get in trouble for this? Technically, students weren’t supposed to have polyjuice potion in their possession at all, let alone actually use the potion.
His nervousness eventually faded and he walked through several corridors without running into a single person. This wasn’t so bad, was it? He could do this.
Jimin felt himself relax slightly as he continued walking along abandoned hallways in the castle. He nearly forgot that he was still disguised as Hoseok until he heard a loudly whispered call of Hoseok’s name.
“Hoseok!” someone whispered.
Jimin whirled around, subconsciously looking for Hoseok until he remembered that he was Hoseok.
“Oh, um…Yes? Who’s there?” Jimin answered quietly, feeling his nervousness returning in full force. Was that how Hoseok talked? Or was he getting it completely wrong?
He squinted into the shadows of the hallway for a moment before he recognized the form of the person speaking to him.
Yoongi slowly approached him. Jimin noticed there was a satchel tucked under his arm. “Hey.”
Jimin panicked. “H-Hello,” he responded in Hoseok’s slightly lower voice.
Yoongi gave him a strange look but it quickly smoothed over as his face returned to an expression of indifference. “Where’s Jimin?”
Jimin entire mind went blank. “Uh. What?”
“You know what!” Yoongi hissed at him. “Now where is he?”
Jimin’s eyebrows furrowed. “W-What?” he repeated.
Yoongi looked exasperated. “Oh, come on. I got all the fucking chocolates and shit ready!” He gestured at the satchel widely. “Now tell me where he is!”
Okay, now Jimin was just super confused. He tilted his head at Yoongi. “Why do you need to see Jimin so badly again?”
That just seemed to piss Yoongi off even more. “Because I’m confessing, you dumbass! We literally talked about this over and over again last week!”
“C-Confessing?” Jimin repeated. There was…no fucking way. Did he hear that wrong?
Yoongi narrowed his eyes. “Are you fucking with me right now? Because I swear to god, this is not the time, Hoseok.”
Play it cool, Jimin suddenly recalled Hoseok’s instructions. “Uh, no. Of course not. Why would you think that?” Shit, that wasn’t very cool.
Yoongi still looked suspicious but he dropped it. “Seriously, though. Where is Jimin?”
Jimin scrambled for something to say. “Oh, um...Jimin’s a little occupied right now,” he lied. He needed to stall for time. Desperately. “Why don’t you practice your confession with me?” Jimin blurted out.
Yoongi’s cheeks instantly flushed pink. It was so fucking cute and Jimin’s heart felt weak.
“Um. Okay. Here goes…” Yoongi took a deep breath. “Heyjiminireallylikeyouandstuffandihaveforawhilepleasebemyboyfriendyeahhaha.”
Jimin blinked at him a few times. “What.”
Yoongi’s face was impossibly red as he inhaled deeply and tried again, this time speaking four times slower. “Jimin. I’ve really…liked you for so fucking long and it’s kind of killing me. Please accept my pathetic chocoates and be my boyfriend. Yeah. Only if you’re cool with it though.”
Jimin inhaled sharply, unable to believe his ears. “H-Holy shit.”
“Was that okay?” Yoongi babbled. “Oh my fucking god, I’m so nervous. He’s…He’s going to reject my sorry ass so hard and it’s going to be so fucking awkward oh my god…Maybe I just shouldn’t bother at all…”
“No!” Jimin nearly shouted. He cleared his throat slightly and lowered his voice. “I mean. No, you’ll be fine. Just wait a few minutes and…you know…”
An uncomfortable sensation began in Jimin’s toes as Yoongi shuffled nervously on his feet. “Yeah. Okay. Thanks, Hoseok…”
“No problem,” Jimin replied, but his voice sounded off, closer to Jimin’s natural pitch than Hoseok’s usual one. What was happening? Why was Yoongi suddenly getting taller? Why was his face tingling strangely right now?
“What’s happening to you?” Yoongi suddenly asked. “You’re literally shrinking. What the fuck?”
Jimin could feel himself panicking as he realized what was going on. He immediately started backing away down the hallway. “Y-Your eyesight must be bad then! You’re imagining things. Haha…”
“Holy shit,” Yoongi said. “What’s wrong with your face?”
Jimin’s lips were enlarging, his cheeks returning to their natural fullness, his limbs shrinking to their normal length. He started backing away from Yoongi as fast as he could without running, but it was too late.
“J-Jimin? What?” Yoongi gasped. “What the fuck?”
Jimin held his hands up defensively. “I promise it’s not what it looks like!” A boldfaced lie.
Yoongi shook his head, fear and confusion in his eyes. “I…you…” He shook his head again, and even from a few meters away, Jimin could see the other boy’s hands shaking. Yoongi wrapped his arms around himself protectively. His entire face was red and his eyes were glassy as he stared at Jimin.
“Yoongi, wait…” Jimin started, but the boy was already taking off, running back down the hallway, away from Jimin.
***
It took Jimin a moment to get over his shock and run after Yoongi. He searched all adjacent hallways and briefly entered the Slytherin common room to look for the elder, but he found no signs of Yoongi anywhere.
Dejected, Jimin trudged his way back to the Hufflepuff common room.
“Where the hell were you?” Hoseok demanded as soon as he entered the low-ceilinged room again. “You were gone for almost forty-five minutes! We were getting ready to send out a search party or some shit!”
Jimin shrugged. “Just…got caught up in some things.”
Taehyung forced him to sit back down on the floor. “Spill. What happened?”
Jimin shook his head. “I’m tired. I’ll tell you guys about it later. Right now I just want to sleep…”
His friends didn’t seem convinced. “Are you sure?” Jungkook asked. “Did something really bad happen? You can tell us, you know.”
“No, just…I don’t feel like talking right now.” Jimin waved his hands around tiredly. “Later.”
Hoseok frowned but didn’t press further. “Okay. Goodnight, Jimin. See you tomorrow.”
Jimin yawned and nodded before getting up and slowly making his way back to the Slytherin common room, a heavy feeling sinking into his chest.
***
“What in the living hell did you do?” Namjoon demanded the next day as Jimin sat down in his usual seat for breakfast.
He had waited and waited and waited to see if Yoongi would walk with him to breakfast as usual, an explanation and an apology on the tip of his tongue, but the elder never showed, leaving Jimin to make his way to the dining hall alone.
Yoongi wasn’t sitting at their table either. Jimin had a feeling the other boy’s absence had something to do with himself, which just made him want to curl into himself even more.
Jimin ignored Namjoon and sipped his orange juice as nonchalantly as he could. He could feel his friends staring daggers into his head, but he really wasn’t sure what to say.
After a painful minute and a half of silence, Seokjin sighed loudly. “Listen, Jimin. I have no idea what you did, but Yoongi is a mess so, like, I’m prepared to fight you. With words first, of course, because I’m not a monster who beats up small children, but if you don’t start giving me an explanation in the next ten seconds or so…” Seokjin trailed off ominously, a disturbingly serene smile on his face.
Jimin wasn’t sure if it was the guilt or the fear of Seokjin’s wrath that made him crumple.
“I really screwed up,” he whined into his hands, desperately avoiding eye contact with the other five people seated at the table. “I really, really screwed up.”
“No shit,” Hoseok muttered. “Now spill.”
Jimin’s voice shook as he launched into a rambling retelling of all the events from the previous night, from when he had first taken the polyjuice potion to when Yoongi had sprinted away from him in humiliation.
It was quiet for a long moment after Jimin finished. Hesitantly, Jimin peeked out at his friends between his fingers.
And watched as they all promptly dissolved into breathless laughter.
“Stop laughing,” Jimin hissed pitifully. “It’s not funny!”
“But it is,” Jungkook replied, his eyes shining and nose crinkled up in amusement. “This is the funniest thing ever.”
“I swear, you two are idiots,” Hoseok muttered while shaking his head.
Jimin pouted. “Don’t be mean.”
Hoseok just snickered in response.
“So what’s the plan?” Taehyung asked. “Chocolates, teddy bears, flowers…?”
Jimin sighed. “There is no plan. I’ll just apologize to him in person when I see him.”
Seokjin frowned. “Hoseok’s right. You are an idiot.”
Jimin glared at him. “Well, what else am I supposed to do? He clearly hates me!”
“Did none of what he said to you last night register in your brain?” Namjoon questioned. “He doesn’t hate you. He’s just embarrassed.”
“But…But…” Jimin stuttered as he fumbled for an excuse. “Seokjin said he was a mess because of me!”
Namjoon waved him off. “Seokjin was just being dramatic. Yoongi’s just sulking around a lot, that’s all.”
Jimin folded his arms on top of the table and rested his head on them. “So he doesn’t hate me?” he said in a small voice.
“He literally confessed you to last night! How much more obvious can we make this to you?” Jungkook said exasperatedly. “He likes you, dumbass!”
“And you like him,” Taehyung finished.
Jimin’s lip quivered, a bit of uncertainty still in the back of his mind.
“Listen, Jimin. I helped him plan out his confession and trust me when I say the man is whipped for you. ‘Will Jimin like this? Will Jimin be okay with that?’” Hoseok mocked in a low-pitched voice. “I’ll be honest; I didn’t expect this situation since I thought it was going to wait until tomorrow to confess but I mean…there are worse things that could’ve happened. Now you know where he stands, right?”
“…right,” Jimin agreed reluctantly. “I just…need to find a good way to explain everything to him and hope that he doesn’t hate me.”
Namjoon rolled his eyes. “Yoongi would never hate you. He thinks you shit rainbows or something. He’s head over heels for you.”
“So…about those plans I mentioned…” Taehyung cut in. “I may or may not have just sent in an order for a bouquet of roses to be delivered around four…”
Jimin swallowed hard. “Okay. Let’s do this, guys.”
***
Jimin wrung his hands in front of himself nervously. He was standing inside one of Hogwart’s many abandoned and empty towers, a bouquet of red roses lying a few feet away from him on the floor as Jimin tried to calm his nerves.
Taehyung and Hoseok had given him a small pep talk a few minutes ago, but Jimin still felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest as he waited for Yoongi to arrive.
Jimin started counting his breaths to distract himself while he waited, desperately trying to ignore the growing nervousness in the pit of his stomach.
“Hoseok? What was it you wanted to talk to me about?” a voice suddenly called out, startling Jimin out of his haze.
Jimin glanced over and saw Yoongi emerging from the staircase, the other boy’s mouth instantly forming an O shape once his eyes landed on Jimin.
Yoongi frowned, a harsh line forming in between his eyebrows. “What is this?” he asked.
“Well, I—” Jimin started.
“You don’t need to mock me any further,” Yoongi interrupted icily. “I’ve already embarrassed myself enough.”
Jimin gaped at him for a moment before he collected himself and tried again. “But…” He scrambled to pick up the bouquet of roses from the floor. “I’m here to confess.”
Yoongi sighed before pushing his hair out of his eyes. “It’s okay. You don’t need to do this, Jimin. I don’t need your pity.”
“No, you don’t understand.” Jimin felt a growing sense of uneasiness. “I’ve liked you for so long…”
That seemed to set Yoongi off.
“Then why did you do that last night?” Yoongi demanded angrily. “Why did you keep pushing for details? Why did you basically corner me into admitting everything to you? Did you have a good laugh about it afterwards?”
“I didn’t mean to!” Jimin said defensively. “I was just curious and it just—”
“Go hang out with Taehyung or something,” Yoongi cut in while staring steadily out of the window at the leaves beginning to cover the school grounds. “I want to be alone right now.”
“I like you,” Jimin repeated desperately, feeling more and more frustrated as the minutes ticked by. “I really mean it. You have to believe me.”
Yoongi let out a humorless laugh. “Yeah, sure. And pigs fly.” He sighed heavily while still pointedly avoiding eye contact with Jimin. “Listen, Jimin, you don’t need to do this make me feel better or spare my feelings or whatever—”
“No, you listen,” Jimin interrupted, stepping forward to shove the bouquet of roses into Yoongi’s chest. Yoongi reflexively clutched at the bouquet, his eyes widening at Jimin. “I’ve liked you for so fucking long and you’re ruining my confession right now.”
“I…What…” Yoongi gaped at Jimin, staring between Jimin’s face and the flowers a few times as if to verify that they were really there.
Jimin shushed him before clearing his throat. “So, uh…” Jimin’s face felt uncomfortably hot now that he had Yoongi’s undivided attention. “I’m really sorry about what happened last night. I didn’t mean to trick you into admitting your feelings or anything. I really didn’t know. I’m sorry.” Jimin took a deep breath to collect his thoughts. “But I’m not sorry it happened. Because otherwise I would have never found the courage to tell you that I like you. And I have for years. And I’ve been so scared that you don’t see me as anything more than your annoying younger classmate who hangs out with all your friends that I just…decided not to say anything. So yeah.” Jimin fiddled with his fingers nervously. “This is me…saying something…” Silence. “It would be kind of nice if you could say something too…right about now…”
“Holy shit,” Yoongi whispered.
In a split second, all of Jimin’s insecurities and worries came rushing back to him. “Did I misread this whole situation? Oh my god, I’m sorry…Do you want me to leave or—”
“We’re boyfriends,” Yoongi said conclusively, ignoring Jimin’s mini existential crisis.
“Uh…” Jimin started. “What do you me—”
Yoongi reached over and tangled their fingers together, a sudden joy and excitement gleaming in his eyes. “I’m going to hold your hand for at least seven hours a day.” He leaned in to kiss both of Jimin’s cheeks quickly, which resulted in Jimin letting out a small squeaking sound. “And kiss both of your cheeks at least ten times a day.” Jimin squealed as Yoongi pulled him in for a tight hug. “And hug you at least five times.” He reached up to gently push his fingers through Jimin’s hair. “And run my—”
Jimin closed the distance between them to press his lips to Yoongi’s.
Yoongi pulled away and blinked up at him hazily.
“And we’ll do that at least fifteen times a day,” Jimin whispered, the flush on his cheeks growing hotter by the minute.
Yoongi’s face was pink as he smiled widely. “Yes.”
They burst into giggles at the same time, hands still messily intertwined the bouquet of roses lying forgotten on the floor as they laughed and kissed inside the abandoned tower.
***
“This looks…extremely inefficient,” Namjoon observed as he watched Yoongi and Jimin attempt to eat their breakfasts while still holding hands.
Jimin’s left hand jerked awkwardly as he tried to scoop some scrambled eggs into his mouth, and half of the eggs ended up on his chin instead of inside his mouth.
Jimin pouted and Yoongi laughed.
“Here,” Yoongi said, pressing a forkful of eggs against Jimin’s lips. Jimin smiled and carefully scraped the eggs off the fork with his teeth before chewing. Yoongi winked at him afterward, which made Jimin blush scarlet.
“Absolutely disgusting,” Hoseok muttered under his breath. “I can’t believe what I’m seeing right now.”
“Agreed,” Jungkook said. “Being forced to witness this every morning is cruel and unusual torture.”
Jimin stuck his tongue out at the both of them. “If you two weren’t so dense all the time, then you guys could be just as disgusting together.”
“Yeah, you two seriously need to get your shit together,” Taehyung agreed, gesturing at Hoseok and Jungkook with his fork.
Jungkook and Hoseok both sputtered, immediate denials falling from their lips as their faces and necks turned bright red.
Jimin turned to Yoongi, who dramatically rolled his eyes at their friends’ antics. Idiots, he mouthed to Jimin with a small knowing smile.
Jimin giggled, squeezing Yoongi’s hand in his briefly before leaning over to press their lips together, ignoring the sounds of chaos and screeching around them.