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It’s a little known secret that third year Hufflepuff Park Jimin’s biggest fan is not from his own house but a first year from Slytherin named Jeon Jungkook.
"Oh look who it is," his teammate, Yugyeom, laughs as they troop onto the field. "If it isn't our Jungkookie's biggest fan."
Jungkook turns to look and there he is, the little speck of orange and yellow holding a sign with his name on it. Unconsciously, a fond smile forms on his lips and his teammate catches it.
"Ooh Jungkookie~" he coos and Jungkook swats at him, cheeks flushing.
"Shut up."
"Aren't you cute~" Yugyeom says. "Well, if he's here cheering you on, you're gonna win for us right?"
Jungkook rolls his eyes and mounts his broom. "Just focus on hitting bludgers into people and leave the rest to me."
Right before the kickoff though, he chances another look at the stands to catch a glimpse of orange and yellow.
--
“I hate Arithmancy,” Jungkook groans. “Why did I take this class?”
“Beats me,” Yoongi said, squinting at his own textbook. “You never were good at math.”
Jungkook stabs moodily at his essay. “Ugh.”
“Slytherins generally aren’t good at anything other than being snots,” a voice behind them whispers not all too quietly.
Jungkook rolls his eyes. Gryffindors. Honestly, if they had time to be laughing at Jungkook, they were better off focusing on their own homework. Or working on their Quidditch team. They were probably just bitter they’d lost to Slytherin the other day.
“Honestly, how does the professor expect me to write five feet on the characteristics of glow worms?” Yoongi huffs. “They’re just worms that glow.”
There’s another bout of snickering behind them but Yoongi pays them no attention. Neither of them do at this point. It’s too much work to care. It won’t change anything and it’ll only give their house a worse rep than they already have.
So they’re not expecting what comes after.
“Honestly, you guys need to stop. Grow up already and stop bullying people like you’re in elementary school.”
Jungkook blinks at the pair of Hufflepuffs stalking angrily over to their table, glaring at the group of Gryffindors.
“Dude, chill,” one of them says. “We weren’t even talking about you.”
“But you were talking about them. Didn’t your mom teach you better than to badmouth people who haven't done anything wrong?”
He sounds so indignant, it’s hilarious. The other one nods fervently. “It’s not nice to make fun of anyone. Especially when they haven’t done anything to you.”
“It sounds like they’re the ones who should be in elementary school,” Yoongi murmurs but there’s a smile tugging at his lips.
The other Gryffindors seem aghast that they’re being talked down to by a pair of ‘Puffs. “Why are you defending Slytherins? Everyone knows they’re – “
“Well, they’re the ones doing nothing and you’re the ones making fun of them so I’m pretty sure you’re the ones in the wrong.”
“Why don’t you mind your own business, 'Puff?”
The fight has caught the attention of Madam Pince who is now swooping down the rows towards them.
“Uh oh,” Yoongi mutters and that’s all he can say before they’re all being kicked out of the library.
“Honestly!” one of the Hufflepuffs says angrily as the Gryffindors slink off after giving them the stink eye. “The Gryffindors think they’re such hot…shiz just because Harry Potter was a Gryffindor.”
Shiz? Jungkook wants to laugh but the ‘Puffs look so genuinely angry that he holds it back.
“That’s generally how they are,” Jungkook says. “But we’ve gotten used to it. It’s more trouble than it’s worth to tell them off.”
“That’s not okay,” the other ‘Puff says, frowning. “You shouldn’t let them bully you like that.”
Yoongi shrugs. “We get them in better ways. Slytherins aren’t dumb enough to hurt people directly. That shit gets traced back to you. Drop Peeves a couple galleons, he’ll do you a few favors and keep his mouth shut.” The Hufflepuffs look shocked. “Chill. I’m joking. I’m Yoongi by the way. Thanks for…that. You really didn’t have to. We would’ve been fine on our own.”
“I’m Seokjin,” the first one says, extending a hand. “And we didn’t do it for you specifically. We just hate when people pick on people for no reason.”
“Hoseok,” the other one says and Jungkook introduces himself as well.
“Well, we gotta find another place to study since we got kicked out of the library,” Seokjin says. “You guys want to come?”
“We have class in ten minutes,” Yoongi says apologetically. “Maybe next time.”
“Mm. Bummer. Join us for dinner then if you want to. See you later!”
--
That’s how they find themselves sitting at the Hufflepuff table.
“The kids should be coming soon,” Seokjin tells them. “So eat up while you can. Once Taehyung gets here, the plates start disappearing real fast.”
“Ah…okay,” Yoongi says awkwardly.
“Eat more, you’re so thin Yoongi, honestly, are you eating three meals a day?” Yoongi doesn’t. He sleeps in in the mornings and eats lunch if he remembers and Jungkook drags him to dinner. It’s funny seeing Yoongi being mothered by a ‘Puff when to the rest of the Slytherins, Yoongi’s a cold, intimidating pureblood but Jungkook guesses that’s the kind of people ‘Puffs are.
“ – need more meat on your bones. Here, have some potatoes. Ah Taehyung! Jimin!”
Jungkook looks up and oh. Orange and yellow. He looks down at his potatoes, suddenly flustered.
“Say hi to Jungkook and Yoongi, guys,” Seokjin says. “We’re friends now. Guys, this is Jimin.” So that’s orange and yellow’s name. “And this is Taehyung.” Beside him, Yoongi nudges him.
Jimin’s dressed warmly with a big black and yellow scarf wrapped around his neck. His orange hair looks soft and fluffy to the touch up close. He’s adorable. Jungkook wills himself to calm down.
Keep it cool, Jungkook.
“Hey there~” he hears Taehyung say.
“Hello.” Even his voice is cute. Jungkook can’t believe. He looks up from his potatoes.
“Oh,” he says, trying for casual. “You’re the…”
Jimin’s cheeks turn adorably red and Taehyung laughs from beside him. “Yup that’s him. Your number one fan.”
The word your sends a zing up Jungkook’s spine.
“Chill, maknae,” Yoongi murmurs from beside him and Jungkook grits his teeth.
“Hm,” he says, not trusting himself to say more. Jimin’s face falls a bit and Jungkook feels bad but what else could he say that wouldn’t degenerate into the awkward, stuttered rambling Jungkook’s known for?
He keeps glancing up at Jimin throughout dinner, willing himself to start a conversation. As much as he wants to though, and as painful as Yoongi’s pinches to his thighs are getting, he’d rather stay silent than embarrass himself.
--
“Wow, you finally get to meet your favorite fanboy and you don’t have the guts to say anything other than ‘Hm’? Weak,” Yoongi says.
Jungkook groans. “Don’t remind me. He was so cute. I was gonna say something embarrassing if I opened my mouth.”
“Small world, huh, that the two ‘Puffs we’d befriend would be friends with your fanboy.” Yoongi leans back comfortable against the couch. “At least we can keep sitting with them until you grow some balls and talk to the kid.”
There’s a pause between them.
“Did you see how small and cute his fingers were? I swear – “
“Oh, would you look at the time? I need to get to bed.”
--
By the fifth night of sitting with them and saying nothing, Jungkook has basically given up. He says as much to Yoongi who offers him zero sympathy.
“Honestly, you are a failure Jeon Jungkook. How hard is it to say ‘hello, how are you’?”
Jungkook drops his head into his Arithmancy textbook and whines.
--
“Whoo! That’s a pretty poster for you right there, Jeon,” Yugyeom laughs and Jungkook resists the urge to look around to see. It’ll only make Yugyeom laugh harder.
“You know you want to look~” his teammate sings and Jungkook sets his jaw.
“Shut the fuck up and mount your broom already, idiot.”
“Touchy, touchy,” Yugyeom says. “All right, all right.”
Later in the game, as Jungkook searches around for the Snitch, he catches sight of orange and yellow. It’s Jimin, holding a sign, tiny fingers clutched around the paper. When he locks eyes with Jungkook, he smiles shyly, all pretty and warm, and Jungkook smiles back before looking around again, focus returning. He’s gotta find the Snitch and make sure he does his fanboy proud.
--
"You're a muggleborn?"
Jimin turns to him, surprised, and Jungkook wishes he hadn't spoken.
"I...yeah..."
"Hm."
Jimin’s a muggleborn, Jungkook muses as he absently spoons potatoes into his mouth. Jungkook has never really interacted with muggles. What was it like living without magic? Jungkook couldn’t imagine how he’d live without magic.
Would Jimin’s parents like him if they met him? He’d imagine muggle parents to be casual and laid back. Jungkook’s only interaction with adults are with professors and his family, both requiring some kind of professional conduct. With his family, Jungkook’s etiquette is impeccable, polite, scripted words falling from his lips with ease. Would Jimin’s parents see it as uptight? Snobby?
Would Jimin even bring you to see his parents in that way?
Jungkook winces.
“Is something wrong?” Hoseok asks him, catching it. “Something up with the potatoes?”
“Nothing,” Jungkook says. “Just…choked…on…a... a piece of potato.”
Beside him, Yoongi snickers.
Jimin doesn’t react, staring absently into his potatoes and for a second, Jungkook wonders what it would sound like if Jimin had laughed too. Light and lilting, he’d bet. Like an angel’s.
--
“Hey Jungkook, someone’s here for you,” Jungkook blinks at BamBam standing at his door. “It’s a Hufflepuff.”
Was it Seokjin? He’d said he’d give Jungkook the notes during dinner though.
“Ah okay,” Jungkook says, sliding off his bed.
When he sees orange and yellow, Jungkook stops dead on the stairs.
“Jimin-hyung? What are you doing here?”
Yugyeom’s there too and he wiggles his eyebrows, winking cheekily at Jungkook before walking off. Jungkook makes a note to “accidentally” whack him with his broom during practice later.
Jungkook comes up to him. He’s so short, Jungkook thinks. He would fit so nicely in Jungkook’s arms, his soft orange hair brushing lightly against Jungkook’s chin. He’d probably bury his nose in it and do something embarrassing, like nuzzle. Nuzzling a muggleborn. His ancestors would have a fit but Jungkook could care less.
“Seokjin-hyung had class so he asked me to bring you his notes.”
Jungkook blinks. “You could’ve given them to me at dinner. No reason for you to come all the way down here.”
And hang out with Yugyeom who is the bane of Jungkook’s life.
“Ah…” Jimin seems to deflate a little and Jungkook panics a little. “How stupid of me.” Good going, Jungkook, his mind sneers, you done fucked up. “Well…since I came all the way down here anyways…”
Mentally berating himself for opening his big fat mouth, Jungkook presses his lips into a straight line to avoid further fucking up and reaches for the papers. Their hands brush and Jungkook almost jumps at how icy cold Jimin’s hand is. Of course it would be. Jungkook’s used to the cold of the Slytherin dorms but he’d heard the Hufflepuff dorms were always warm and cozy.
Offer him your cloak. It’ll warm him up and hopefully make up for your fuck up.
“You’re so cold,” Jungkook says. “Hold on.”
He practically runs up the stairs and to his room, rummaging around for a cloak. He grabs one and takes a deep breath before heading downstairs again.
Jimin’s standing there, eyes wide. Jungkook reaches around him to wrap the cloak securely around Jimin’s shoulders, smoothing out the collar and patting it down.
When he steps back, it’s almost too much. Jimin’s drowning in it. An adorable ball of fluff swimming in Jungkook’s cloak. What would he look like wearing Jungkook’s sweaters or jackets? He’d be swimming in those too. The thought of Jimin wearing Jungkook’s clothes sends something hotly possessive down his spine and pooling in his stomach.
“Ah…thank you,” Jimin says shyly. His tiny fingers reach out of the folds and tug a bit at the cloak. He’s so cute, Jungkook could combust right here, right now. “I…”
“You can give it back to me later,” Jungkook says. “Thanks for the notes.”
“Okay.” Jimin licks his lips and looks shyly up at him. “I’ll…see you at dinner?” The hopeful tone in his voice makes Jungkook want to immediately agree but the thought of the piles of Potions and Arithmancy homework sitting on his desk…
Jimin’s crestfallen face when he tells him he can’t almost breaks Jungkook’s heart and he wishes he could just neglect all his homework and bundle Jimin up in his arms to tell him he’ll go to all the dinners Jimin wants but unfortunately life doesn’t work that way.
“I’ll…see you around?” Jimin asks.
“Mm,” Jungkook says. For sure. He’ll go to tomorrow’s dinner. If he pulls an all-nighter, he’ll probably be able to squeeze in time for dinner tomorrow. He can summon the willpower by thinking of tiny fingers and warm smiles.
--
It’s the big game against Ravenclaw for the semi-finals. Jungkook’s put in so many hours training for this, he’s surprised he’s not dead on his feet right now.
“Where’s your fanboy? I don’t see him?” Yugyeom says.
Jungkook freezes.
What?
Jungkook looks around but doesn’t see orange and yellow. Did he not come?
“Oh, there he is,” Yugyeom says, but his tone isn’t teasing like usual. “Hmm. No poster today. Wonder why.”
There’s an icy feeling spreading through Jungkook’s chest and he looks down at his shoes, trying to replay the scene from a few days ago.
Did he do something wrong? Was it the cloak? Did Jimin find something weird in the pockets and hate him now? Had Jimin finally realized Jungkook was socially awkward at best and downright cold at worst and decided he was done liking him?
“Aww, don’t look so down, Kookie. Maybe he just forgot it.” Yugyeom’s words fall on deaf ears, Jungkook already too far down his spiral of thought.
“Oh god, he hates me now. I shouldn’t have given him the cloak. Or I should’ve gone to dinner,” he mutters to himself. Yugyeom gives him a weird look but doesn’t push him, sensing that Jungkook isn’t in the mood for teasing.
The thoughts plague him even when he’s up in the air. He should be looking for the Snitch, but all he can think of is. What did I do? How can I fix it? Can I fix it?
Something’s buzzing near his ear and irritation wells up in him. Merlin, give him a moment to think. He swats at it and his fingers close around cold metal.
??????
“AND JEON JUNGKOOK SEIZES THE SNITCH. 150 POINTS AND THE VICTORY TO SLYTHERIN!”
Jungkook doesn’t even feel the victory pats to his back, mind too preoccupied with orange and yellow and fluffy hair and the absence of posters.
--
“Why didn’t he have a poster?” Jungkook asks, almost whining. “He always has one.”
“Maybe he was busy or forgot it,” Yoongi yawns. “You’re overreacting.”
“I bet it was the cloak. Or the dinner. Ugh, I don’t know. How do I fix it?”
Yoongi sighs. “Just ask him tonight. I bet he just had an off day or something, okay? Chill.”
At dinner, Jungkook’s almost vibrating. He really, really wants to know? So why can’t he just ask?
A niggling thought in his mind tells him that it’s because he doesn’t want to hear an answer like “I’m not a big fan of you anymore. You’re kind of awkward and don’t know how to make conversation or act like a normal human being.” Jimin's congratulations to him had been half-hearted at best and he'd looked a bit reluctant even saying it. Jungkook hopes he's not reading too much into it and that Jimin really just had an off day.
Yoongi keeps nudging him to talk and Jungkook grits his teeth, mustering all his courage.
“You…” he says. Jimin looks up. His eyes are wide and questioning. Open. “Um…why didn’t you…” His tongue feels thick and heavy in his mouth and oh, there goes his courage. Jungkook is no Gryffindor. “N-Nevermind.”
He already knows Yoongi’s rolling his eyes at him without even looking. God, he’s such a failure. He slumps in his seat and pushes moodily at his potatoes.
--
He’s honestly so done with Arithmancy. There’s only a few more weeks left and Jungkook can’t wait until he’s free of the subject.
He stops dead in the hallway.
Is that…crying?
Jungkook looks to his left. It’s a bathroom. But a bathroom this close to the dungeon common room…a Slytherin?
He tries to sneak a peek through the door hinge. He’ll assess the situation after he sees who it is. Some people prefer to be left alone to cry. Jungkook’s one of them.
He’s expecting any hair color but orange.
Jungkook’s mind goes completely blank except for the !!!!!!!???!?!!??!?!? running nonstop through his mind.
Who? Where? What? Why? When? How?
He’s frozen in place, uncertain if he should go inside and comfort Jimin or leave him to cry in peace. Jungkook’s torn in indecision. If he goes in, what should he say? Are he and Jimin even close enough that Jimin would confide in him? Jungkook’s not good with words, not good with crying, and especially terrible with anything related to Jimin and feelings.
In the end, he leaves, mind still reeling, fingers aching to hold Jimin but too afraid of hurting him more to go through with it.
--
They’re not sitting at the Hufflepuff table today. Their Slytherin friends had complained that they never sat with them anymore so here they were. Jungkook pushes boredly at his potatoes, chancing a look over at the Hufflepuff table. Jimin isn’t there but Jungkook hadn’t expected him to be. There’s conversation happening around him but Jungkook’s more preoccupied with a certain orange-haired boy and the scene he’d witnessed in the bathroom.
“There was a kid outside our common room today,” Sangjoon says and Jungkook only half tunes in. “A ‘Puff. Said he was looking for you.” He wrinkles his nose at Jungkook who suddenly stills. “Why’re you always hanging with ‘Puffs nowadays? What if you guys catch their loser germs? Everyone knows ‘Puffs are -- ”
Yoongi levels him a look as cold as ice. “Do you really want to continue that sentence?” Sangjoon opens his mouth to say something but seems to think better of it, returning to his food.
“You said a ‘Puff was looking for me?” Jungkook cuts in. Things are starting to click in his mind. “Did he have orange hair?” Something hot and angry is rumbling in his chest.
Sangjoon blinks. “Yeah, I think so? I told him to get lost. Didn’t want to deal with mudbloods in our common roo – “
Jungkook sees nothing but red as he stands up and punches Sangjoon straight in the face. He goes down with a yelp and Jungkook launches himself over the table to sock him again.
He was the one who’d made Jimin cry. He was the one that had made one of the brightest people Jungkook knows cry all by himself in a dirty bathroom. He’d called Jimin a mudblood. Jungkook’s ready to kill and he can barely hear any of the yelling around him as he focuses on beating Sangjoon to a bloody pulp, the bastard. Jungkook isn't one for reckless action but fuck if he lets Sangjoon sit there with his smug little smile. Maybe there's some Gryffindor in Jungkook after all.
The professors have seen and are flying towards them right now. He doesn’t have time for this. He’ll deal with the consequences later. But first.
“You’re coming with me,” Jungkook hisses, hauling the boy up to his feet. He looks at Yoongi. “I need to get into the Hufflepuff common room.” Yoongi nods and Jungkook grabs Sangjoon by the collar and drags him out of the dining hall.
Sangjoon gets a good claw out of his face on the way there, that, and a retaliatory punch to Jungkook’s face that splits his lip, meaning that Jungkook hasn’t gotten out of the fight unscathed, but he can barely feel it.
His blood is still boiling.
Mudblood.
Someone like Jimin didn’t deserve that. Someone like Jimin who is pure and innocent and lovely should be stomping pieces of shit like Sangjoon beneath his feet regardless of his pureblood status.
When he gets to the door of the common room, it’s Taehyung that darts forward to open the door for them. No one dares talk to Jungkook except for Sangjoon who complains loudly but is silenced when Jungkook levels him with a glare. The air is practically rippling with tension. Taehyung’s face is also serious and set as the door swings open. Yoongi is quietly explaining the situation to a confused Seokjin and Namjoon.
“You’re an idiot if you think I’ll apologize to a mudblood,” Sangjoon spits at Jungkook who twitches at the mention of the word. “You’re fucking crazy. Let go of me!”
Jungkook ignores him, looking at Taehyung who points at a staircase, and dragging Sangjoon up it. Taehyung leads him to a door and Jungkook knocks on it impatiently.
“Open up!” he says. There’s a pause before he hears rustling and the sound of tiny feet padding over to the door. The door opens a little to reveal Jimin who stares at him with wide eyes.
Jungkook immediately lets go of Sangjoon with a push, sending him crashing down to his knees in front of Jimin with a yelp. Jimin takes a step back.
“J-Jungkook?” Jimin sounds adorably confused and a little frightened. He searches Jungkook’s face with big eyes. They look slightly puffy and Jungkook closes his eyes for a second against the anger that courses through him. “Wh-What?” Jungkook hooks a finger into Sangjoon’s collar and forces him to look up at Jimin.
“He’s going to apologize to you for being a rude ass,” Jungkook says. His voice is even but there’s no mistaking the rage simmering just beneath the words. “Or I will make him regret it.” The words are laced with deadly promise. Jungkook has never had qualms about where he’s placed. He’s a Slytherin, through and through.
Wisely, Sangjoon knows better than to fuck with Jungkook right now. “I’m sorry, okay? Let go of me!”
Jimin flinches a little, looking a bit hurt, and Jungkook’s jaw tightens. He jerks more forcefully at Sangjoon’s collar, almost choking him. “Sincerely. And for what?”
Sangjoon grits his teeth. “I’m sorry for calling you a mudblood.”
It’s probably as good as Jungkook’s going to get. He hoists the boy up easily and shoves him out the door. “Leave,” he says coldly. He turns to Taehyung who’s hovering in the doorway. “Can I…get a moment with Jimin…alone?”
Taehyung cracks a lopsided grin. “Yeah, sure. I’m not for spectacles like this but I will hurt you if you hurt him.”
Not if Jungkook kills himself out of guilt first. “I won’t,” he says and Taehyung nods at him before leaving, waving at Jimin as he leaves.
Jungkook closes the door behind him, leaving him and Jimin alone in the room.
He turns to look at Jimin, wondering how this conversation’s going to start. What should he say? “I know that son of a bitch hurt you but I hope his shitty apology kind of makes you feel better?”
“Th-Thank you!” Jimin blurts out into the silence. “I – oh! You’re bleeding! Let me – “ He turns around and starts digging through his trunk. Jungkook touches a finger to his cheek and it comes away red. Ah, shit. “Aha!” Jimin says triumphantly, placing a white box with a red cross on it on his bed. He wraps fingers around Jungkook’s wrists ((Tiny fingers!!! Touching!! Jungkook’s wrist!!!)) and pulls him over to sit on his bed. Jimin stands in front of him, bending down a bit and scanning his face anxiously.
“We should first get some alcohol on it,” Jimin says. He digs through the box and comes up with a bottle and a cotton swab. It doesn’t look like any potion Jungkook’s seen. Is it a muggle thing? Jimin apologizes, saying that it’ll sting and the thought makes Jungkook cringe, but Jimin’s eyes are worried and the fingers that grasp his chin to turn his face are gentle, and so Jungkook sits through it as best he can even though it hurts. “There, all done.” Jimin pulls back and studies the box on his bed. “What kind of bandage can I give you, hmm…”
They’re so close, Jungkook can count the eyelashes resting softly against Jimin’s cheeks. Jimin’s mouth is so close, he could kiss him if he just moved forward an inch. Jimin’s eyes flick back to Jungkook’s face, and he seems to realize how close they are. “I can just go to the hospital wing,” Jungkook says softly and Jimin pulls away.
“Right… wizarding…stuff…sorry. I just… I’m a muggle born so I just…force of habit. Sorry….” Jimin sounds flustered, pink staining his cheeks a pretty color. “Oh that Slytherin boy! Is he okay?” Jimin sounds upset. Jungkook has no idea why. In fact, he wrinkles his nose at the mention of Sangjoon. What a Hufflepuff thing to do though, Jungkook thinks wryly. To feel bad for people who’ve hurt you when they’re hurt back. Slytherin is the type to either cause the hurt back or laugh in their faces. “Oh no. I hope he isn’t hurt too badly, I – “
“Don’t think about him,” Jungkook interrupts. “He hurt you. He deserved it.” He deserved worse than what Jungkook dealt him, honestly. He’d have to see to that later.
Jimin deflates a bit, plucking nervously at his sleeve. “Well, he didn’t say anything wrong,” Jimin says sadly and Jungkook can’t believe the words that are coming out of Park Jimin’s perfect mouth. “It’s true that I’m a muggleborn, it wasn’t anything – “
Jungkook grabs his hands. How can Jimin even -- ? Hadn’t said anything wrong? Was Park Jimin deaf? “He didn’t call you a muggleborn,” Jungkook says as civilly as he can even as anger claws through him. “He called you a mudblood. And that’s not okay.”
Jimin looks at him helplessly even as he flushes red. “R-Right… I’ll just – um – I don’t – “ Jimin tries to pull his arm away but Jungkook doesn’t let him. He needs Jimin to understand. Mudblood isn’t a light term and he doesn’t want Jimin thinking it’s okay for anyone to say that to him.
“Hey,” Jungkook starts out softly. He licks his lips nervously. Jimin’s eyes follow the movement. “Why did you—that is – are you not – I –“ He can’t get the words out right; he’s already fucked up. And why was Jungkook even talking about this anyways? This wasn’t the important thing. The important thing was to tell Jimin that he’s amazing and wonderful and all kinds of perfect so what is Jungkook doing? His mouth won’t seem to stop though. “Are you not – my fan? Anymore?” Jungkook looks up at Jimin, embarrassed. Merlin, he sounds like a whiny child. Jimin’s staring at him blankly.
“Huh?”
Jungkook flushes. Had Jimin not even noticed? Was Jungkook just reading too much into nothing? “You…didn’t…bring a poster…last game…” He sounds like an idiot, making such a big deal out of a poster. Maybe Yoongi was right. Maybe he’d just forgotten it.
“Ah…that…I…” Jimin sounds adorably flustered, hands fluttering everywhere as he tries to explain. “I just…I thought…you didn’t like it, so I…”
Didn’t like it? What on Earth?
“What made you think I didn’t like it?”
“I heard…someone…” Jungkook frowns. Who? Did he need to beat up more people? Who was spreading these lies? Jimin seems to catch sight of his expression and takes on an apologetic look. “I just thought you…didn’t.”
“I do like it,” Jungkook says, hoping Jimin will hear the sincerity in his voice “I like it a lot.” Apparently he does because Jimin’s face flames. His fingers are playing with each other. ((So small and cute!! Jungkook wants to kiss the pads of his tiny fingers))
“Yeah?” Jimin says. ”I-I’ll make sure to bring it…next time…” Jimin bites his lip and looks at Jungkook uncertainly. “But you seemed to do better than you did when I brought it. You caught the Snitch in the first ten minutes.”
What was Jimin talking about? Jungkook hadn’t even been looking for the Snitch to be perfectly honest. He’d been too caught up in wondering why Jimin hadn’t – oh right. That. “Oh, that. No – I…” he scratches nervously at his hair. “It…kinda…flew at me when I was….distracted. And I thought it was a bug or something and… accidentally… caught it.” It sounds stupid. It is stupid. Jungkook is stupid.
Jimin giggles and holy fucking shit. He’d been wrong. It wasn’t like angels laughing. It was better. “Distracted?” Jimin asks teasingly and Jungkook might as well go and dive off the nearest cliff. His ears feel like they’re burning.
“I was…wondering why you hadn’t brought a poster. If I’d done something…or said something…when you came to the common room and now you hated me or something.” It sounds lame to Jungkook. He’s just lame in general.
Jimin blinks at him. “No!” he says forcefully, eyes earnest and Jungkook’s heart gives a squeeze of affection. “I’d never…” Never? Jungkook’s heart gives a happy leap at that. Jimin seems to catch himself and he looks away, hands drawing idly on his blanket. “W-Why would you be upset…if I wasn’t your fan?”
Oh god. This. Jungkook feels around for his courage.
“Because I want you to…like…me…” Jungkook says and the embarrassment claws at his throat. “Because I…” He chances a look up at Jimin to gauge his reaction. Jimin’s eyes are beseeching. Jimin presses closer. Jungkook can smell Jimin’s shampoo, he’s so close. It smells like some kind of flower. Jungkook wants to bury his nose in it.
“Because you…?” It’s a loaded question. You can do this, Jungkook, he tells himself. Three little words.
Jungkook takes a deep breath and locks eyes with Jimin.
“I like you, Jimin-hyung. A lot.” Embarrassment squirms up his throat again and he wants to squeal and run but he curbs the impulse, staring straight at Jimin to convey how serious he is.
“I like you too,” Jimin says, sounding like he’s in awe. “A lot.” Jimin breaks the eye contact first, plucking furiously at his sleeves. “I’ve been your number one fan since forever. Is this real? Am I dreaming? I seriously thought you hated me, I just, I don’t know.” He’s rambling now. Adorable, Jungkook thinks fondly as he watches the words tumble from Jimins’ mouth. “I was so worried you found me obnoxious or irritating or weird or – “
Jimin’s mouth is right in front of him and Jungkook leans forward and does what he’s been wanting to do since forever.
He kisses Jimin.
Jimin lets out a little surprised squeak but relaxes soon after, letting Jungkook lead. Jimin’s lips are impossibly soft, just like Jungkook had expected. When he pulls back, Jimin’s seems a little unsteady and he totters a little. “Can we do that again?” he asks, almost in wonder, and Jungkook laughs. Jimin flushes. “I mean – “
“We can do it as many times as you want.”
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First year Jeon Jungkook has officially accomplished all his dreams. He is lying in Park Jimin’s bed with Park Jimin in his arms, nuzzling into Park Jimin’s fluffy orange hair. He sighs contentedly. Jimin’s hair is as soft as he’d expected, maybe softer.
Jimin giggles a little. “That tickles.”
“Mm…shh,” Jungkook says.
--
“How did you become my fan?”
The way Park Jimin squirms when he’s embarrassed is the cutest thing and Jungkook doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of it.
“You’re going to hold the fact that I’m your fanboy over me forever,” Jimin pouts.
“You won’t be embarrassed about it soon and so I gotta take advantage while I can,” Jungkook replies.
Jimin whines and curls closer against him, burying his nose in Jungkook’s neck.
He can get used to this.
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“Oh. The poster’s back again,” Yugyeom says. “Wait…does that say…?’
“Yeah, that’s my boyfriend. Close your mouth, you’ll attract flies.”