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Jeon Jungkook came from a family consisting of a witch and a muggle. His childhood was rather funny, if he really thought about it. It consisted of his mother teaching him small little spells around the house, nothing too big, and his dad just sitting next to them, staring at them in unconcealed awe. He remembers getting a tiny little broom on his birthday, riding around the backyard with it. His dad tried to catch him, running after the boy and playfully scolding him.
His father understood magic on a surface level, but it was something that was expected from a muggle. Or, that’s what his grandparents from his mom’s side would always say. He didn’t really understand the dislike that his grandparents held for his dad, but then again, he was just a kid then, he didn’t really understand the whole blood thing.
As he grew older, he began to understand it more and more. He was a half-blood, yet some wizards and witches would still look down at him for it. He couldn’t even imagine how hard it must be for the wizards and witches who were muggle-borns.
When he received his letter from Hogwarts, his mother was ecstatic, and his father was worried. He didn’t know what Hogwarts was like. Neither did Jungkook, to be honest, but his mother had told him stories of a beautiful, ancient castle with high towers and windy turrets, surrounded with nature. A large lake on one side, a massive, dark forest on the other. Told him about the magnificent green-houses on the school grounds, and of course, the massive Quidditch field.
Jungkook knew everything he possibly could about Quidditch. He wasn’t athletic in any way, but he enjoyed the games his mother would take him to, and he loved reading, so his book-shelfs at home would be full to the brim with not only books about his favourite subject (Astronomy, thank you very much), but also Quidditch.
In all, Jungkook had a wonderful childhood, even if it was weird and funny at times. It was weird and funny, but it was sweet and wonderful, and most importantly, it was magical.
Kim Taehyung came from a rich, prominent pureblood family. Every single one of his family members came from Slytherin House, which was something that his parents expected of him, as well. Every single male member of the family had been a Slytherin, had been either a prefect or a Quidditch Team captain, sometimes both, so his parents had high expectations for the boy.
Taehyung grew up knowing everything there was to know about magic, money and luxury. He was thought to hate muggles and muggle-born witches, was thought to disrespect halfbloods.
He didn’t really understand the whole blood purity thing.
Well, he did understand it, but he didn’t see the point in being so hateful. While he might not have carried the same opinions as his parents, he still carried the same attitude as his older brother did.
He was too good for everyone, and feelings were for the weak.
He spent his childhood mainly with nannies, as his father was always working, his brother was away at school, and his mother… well, she enjoyed her beauty treatments and shopping sprees.
It was no wonder, that Taehyung grew up regarding the nannies as more motherly figures than he did his own mother.
His childhood wasn’t exactly unhappy, it did have nice moments, with all the trips the Kim family went on, all the nice dinners they attended, and all the meetings with the Minister of Magic.
Taehyung never stopped to think that maybe, just maybe, his childhood was more like a free-trial of adulthood than it was an actual childhood.
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Jungkook remembers his first day at Hogwarts. He remembers how extremely nervous he was when he first stepped on to platform 9 ¾. The steam-train seemed absolutely massive, smoke billowing from the main funnel of the train. He remembers seeing other kids, dressed in robes already, with luggage trolleys and cages holding owls or toads, or cats.
Jungkook himself had a cat, because he loved them. His cat was called Ginger, because it was ginger cat with deep green eyes. Yes, he was original like that. He remembers clutching the small kitten in his arms, doe eyes massive underneath the round glasses he wore, his mother gently gripping his shoulder as she led him to the train. He remembers being nervous as hell, stomach in knots, feeling like he was going to throw up, because he’s never been good at meeting new people, nor has he been good at making friends, especially under such pressure.
The boy has never even really had any friends, and he’s eleven years old now. That kind of sounds like the life of a loser to him, if he’s ever heard about one.
He remembers crying when it was time to go, because he was so sure he wouldn’t make any friends, so sure he’d be an outcast, and “mom, can I please stay home?”
His mom just laughed, kissed his forehead and told him he’d do wonderful. Told him that she hopes he’d be a Ravenclaw, just like she was, but that if he turned out to belong to a different house, it would be just as fine.
Jungkook boarded the train with his kitten snuggled in his arms, regular first-year robes already on as he sat in an empty carriage, sitting close to the window so he could wave goodbye to his parents.
He met Hoseok and Seokjin on the train, the boys being first-years as well, and despite being painfully shy and awkward with them for the entire train ride, the two boys still talked to him, involved him in the conversation, asking questions and telling him jokes that actually made him genuinely laugh.
Once the train reached the station, Jungkook wasn’t so afraid of life at this school anymore. He now welcomed it, anticipated it, because if his school years promised to be as wonderful as his chance meeeting of Hoseok and Seokjin, then the boy was excited.
Jungkook was sorted into Ravenclaw, along with Seokjing, while Hoseok, despite being an absolute ray of sunshine, was sorted into Slytherin. Jungkook’s mother had told him that a lot of great, dark wizards come from Slytherin, but she had also reminded him to never judge someone because of their Hogwarts House, because the house wasn’t the only indicator of a wizards’ traits. You could be a slytherin, but you could also be kind.
That’s what his mother told him, and Hoseok was one of the kindest people young Jungkook had ever met.
That same night, he first laid eyes on Kim Taehyung.
Jungkook, who had never had a crush on anyone, found himself falling for the pretty Slytherin boy. He first laid eyes on him when his name was called, and the boy came marching up the stage, his posture relaxed and carrying an arrogance you didn’t often get to see in eleven-year olds.
His hair was black as the midnight sky back then, and his eyes were dark, cold to everyone else, but, for some reason, they seemed warm to Jungkook.
Ever since that sorting ceremony, Jungkook would think about Taehyung. He’d see him in the halls of the castle, as well as in the Great Hall during meals. He’d also see him during Potions classes, Care for Magical Creatures classes, and Defence against the Dark Arts classes.
Ravenclaws and Slytherins had quite a number of classes together, and they always continued having the same exact classes every single year, without fail.
Jungkook remembers shyly asking Hoseok about Taehyung, as they were both in the same house, but Hoseok would just tell him that Taehyung was a rather cold guy, indifferent to anyone except his best friend Jimin, who was also a Slytherin.
Jungkook remembers sending Taehyung an anonymous card on Valentines Day in his third year, professing his crush, but not writing down his name, chickening out at the very last moment.
Taehyung received a lot of Valentines Day cards that year, just like he did every year since he stepped foot inside the castle. He shredded up every single one during lunch in the Great Hall, for everyone to see, just because he didn’t care. Jungkook’s card never even got opened.
Jungkook remembers when Taehyung became the Slytherin Quidditch team captain during their fourth year, replacing the previous captain who graduated. Slytherin house celebrated, because Taehyung was a very skilled player, one who always excelled in the games. Taehyung was extremely popular in general, with boys and girls falling at his feet, even though the Slytherin didn’t care in the slightest. He was cold, like ice, indifferent.
Jungkook remembers watching the first game Taehyung played as the captain, hand curled into small fists, fingers crossed, hoping that Slytherin would win, even though the game was against Ravenclaw.
He remembers smiling when he saw Taehyung smile. It was a rare sight, the stoic, cold-hearted Slytherin smiling very rarely.
Jungkook revelled in it, took a mental picture of the gorgeous smile decorating Taehyung’s face, lighting up his sharp features. He was only a teen, yet he already looked so handsome, so manly. Jungkook remembers going back to his common room that night, and crying. He cried, because he knew his deep crush on the Slytherin boy would never be requited. He cried, because Taehyung didn’t even know he exists. He cried, because he was desperately, hopelessly in love with a boy who didn’t even know his name, and a boy who would never love him back.
Jungkook made a name for himself in not only Ravenclaw House, but in Hogwarts in general. He was known as the sweet nerd. He had three good friends, - Seokjin, Hoseok and Hufflepuff Namjoon. Everyone loved him, because he was so kind and polite to everyone, always helping with any questions some might have with their studies, bringing delicious homemade cookies to Quidditch games, and never denying his help or advice.
Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs loved him as if he was their own. Even some Slytherins liked him, yet most of them remained either indifferent to him, or just plain mean. The boys would often make fun of Jungkook’s large, round glasses or his sweaters that he often wore in his downtime. They were soft and at least three times his size. Jungkook had one, that he absolutely adored.
It was a soft, Ravenclaw blue colour, with little constellations sewn into the material. His grandmother had made it for him for his birthday, because since a very young age, the boy loved astronomy. The stars, the moon and the constellations were his safe place. He could spend hours gazing up at the night sky, and he had wished for a telescope every single year for Christmas and birthdays, but a good telescope cost a fortune of money, and the boy didn’t exactly come from a wealthy family.
They weren’t poor, no, they were middle-class, but such things as telescopes were expensive, and Jungkook never dared ask too much of his parents. He knew they already spent a lot of money on his school books, robes, cauldrons and books on astronomy, that he loved reading.
He got made fun of a lot by Slytherin boys, who taunted his obsession with the subject and the celestial beings. Made fun of his glasses, made fun of his smaller size. Jungkook wasn’t small, per say, but compared to the boy’s in his year, compared to someone like Kim Taehyung, he was shorter, a bit more on the delicate side. He had delicate facial features, that he knew were a big reason why they taunted him.
It didn’t help, that Jungkook did enjoy wearing lip gloss and eye shadow from time to time, enjoyed styling his raven black hair, so that one strand curled over his forehead.
He had gotten used to the teasing, to the constant pushing and the way the boys would smack his books out of his arms, laughing about how “the nerd always carried books around”. He got used to his glasses getting broken at least twice during the semester.
He had simply gotten used to all of it.
*******
It was the first day of school after summer break. It was Jungkook’s first day as a sixth-year, and he was running late. He had Transfiguration as his first class, and he was late. God, Professor McGonagall was going to kill him, she hated tardiness more than anything.
The boy ran down the long hall of the first floor with the speed of the wind, his robe flowing behind him. He was sweating already, his Transfiguration books a heavy weight on his arms. The boy’s glasses were slipping down his nose, and he desperetaly tried to push them up his nose.
He was just rounding the corner to run through one of the courtyards connecting the two long, winding halls, while simultaenously pushing his glasses up his nose, when he collided with, what felt like, a hard wall.
There was a breathless sound of surprise from above him, as the boy went crashing to the hard ground. Jungkook landed on his ass, a whimper of pain escaping his lips, as his books came tumbling down to the ground. He heard a curse from above him, but his glasses were kind of askew on his face, and he was basically blind without them.
“What the fuck?” A deep voice boomed.
“I’m s-so sorry!” The boy immediately apologized, shaky hands coming to fix his glasses. He felt a hand on his arm, gently pulling him up, helping him stand up. “Oh, thank you!” The boy squeaked out, as he finally fixed his glasses, and gazed at the person he ran into.
He wishes he hadn’t, because in front of him stood Kim Taehyung.
And he looked pissed.