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The Hogwarts Express glided along the tracks, carrying students back for another year at the wizarding school. The train was full of excitement, chatter, laughter, and the occasional hoot of an owl filled the air. The smell of sweets from the trolley mixed with the crisp autumn breeze coming through the windows. In one of the compartments, three close friends sat together, relaxed and happy to be reunited.

Park Jimin, now in his third year, sat by the window, watching the countryside blur past. His Slytherin robes were neat, and the green and silver crest on his chest marked his house proudly. He had an effortless grace; the kind that made people admire him from a distance. Across from him, Min Yoongi sat comfortably, his dark eyes half-closed as he listened. Meanwhile, Kim Taehyung, full of energy as always, leaned forward, his Hufflepuff tie slightly askew as he spoke animatedly.

“This summer felt like it lasted forever,” Taehyung groaned. “My parents wouldn’t stop talking about the Ministry of Magic. If I had to hear one more lecture about wizarding law, I would’ve hexed myself.”

Jimin laughed, nudging him playfully. “That’s what happens when you come from an important wizarding family. They want to make sure you’re ready for the future.”

Yoongi smirked, cracking one eye open. “Or they just want to make sure you don’t mess things up.”

Taehyung gasped dramatically. “You two have no faith in me. I’ll have you know I read three whole books this summer.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow. “Three? Impressive.”

Yoongi tilted his head. “And did those books happen to have moving pictures?”

Taehyung hesitated. “...Maybe.”

Jimin chuckled, and Yoongi shook his head. The train took a turn, and through the window, they could see the dark forests surrounding Hogwarts. Their friendship was something special, people often questioned how a Hufflepuff and two Slytherins got along so well. But they didn’t care. They were inseparable since childhood, and that was all that mattered.

Jimin leaned back and smiled. “So, what’s our plan for this year? Academic excellence? Social domination? Or should we just accept that Taehyung will land himself in detention by the second week?”

“Second week?” Yoongi scoffed. “That’s generous.”

Taehyung gasped in mock offense. “I’m a changed person! This year, I’m taking my studies seriously.”

Jimin and Yoongi exchanged a look before saying in unison, “Sure you are.”

Taehyung groaned. “You two are impossible.”

“What about you, Jimin?” Yoongi asked. “Still planning to have the entire school wrapped around your finger?”

Jimin rolled his eyes but smiled. “I don’t know where people get these ideas.”

“Oh, come on,” Taehyung said. “You’re top of the class, great at everything, and somehow still the most charming person in the school. It’s kind of unfair.”

Jimin sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t care about all that. As long as I have you two, I’m happy.”

Taehyung placed a hand over his heart dramatically. “That was so touching, I almost cried.”

“Almost?” Yoongi smirked. “I bet you actually did.”

Taehyung crossed his arms. “Mark my words, I will make something of myself this year.”

Yoongi chuckled. “You already have, Tae. We wouldn’t trade you for anything.”

The train began to slow, and in the distance, the warm lights of Hogwarts appeared. Jimin turned back to the window, his expression soft. “It never stops feeling magical, does it?”

Taehyung, for once, was quiet. “No. It really doesn’t.”

Yoongi stood up and stretched. “Let’s go before we get stuck behind a herd of first-years.”

They grabbed their things and joined the crowd in the corridor. When the train doors opened, cool evening air washed over them. The station was full of excited voices, especially from the nervous first-years who were about to see Hogwarts for the first time.

Jimin smiled to himself. No matter how much people whispered about him, no matter what expectations surrounded him, Hogwarts still felt like home.

The Great Hall was as breathtaking as ever. Floating candles cast a warm glow over the long tables, and the enchanted ceiling reflected the night sky. At the front of the hall sat the Sorting Hat, waiting to assign the first-years to their houses.

Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi made their way into the hall, surrounded by the buzz of students reconnecting after the summer. Taehyung bounded off toward the Hufflepuff table while Jimin and Yoongi made their way to Slytherin’s long table, greeted by their housemates with nods and quick embraces.

“How was your summer?” a fellow Slytherin asked.

“Uneventful,” Yoongi said lazily, helping himself to a goblet of pumpkin juice.

Jimin smiled, slipping into conversation with a few friends. But as they chatted, the large doors to the Great Hall swung open, and the first-years trickled in. The room quieted as everyone turned to watch the new students make their way toward the front, nervous and wide-eyed.

That’s when Jimin saw him.

A boy, tall, broad-shouldered, and undeniably handsome, stood among the group. His long dark hair was slightly tousled, and his eyes, large and starry, darted around the hall, taking in every detail with an almost childlike wonder. He couldn’t seem to keep still, shifting on his feet, his fingers fidgeting with the edges of his robes. His excitement was obvious, vibrating off him like a restless hum of energy.

Jimin felt a strange warmth spread through his chest. It was sudden, unexpected, a flicker of fondness he couldn’t quite place. He barely knew this boy, and yet, something about him was… captivating. Shaking off the feeling, Jimin sat back, silently observing as the Sorting Hat was placed upon the boy’s head.

The Sorting Hat barely touched Jungkook’s head before calling out, “Gryffindor!” The hall erupted in cheers as he walked over to his new housemates, smiling as he received pats on the back.

Jimin watched him for a moment longer, a small, amused smile tugging at his lips. Something about Jungkook felt different. Important.

As the Sorting ended, the headmaster welcomed everyone to another year at Hogwarts. The feast began, and the hall filled with laughter and conversation. Platters of delicious food appeared before them, roast chicken, mashed potatoes, steaming pies, and golden treacle tarts. Students eagerly reached for their favourites, and the air buzzed with cheerful voices.

Taehyung joined them on their table and grabbed a handful of sweets and grinned. “Another year of late-night feasts in the common room?”

“You mean another year of sneaking into the kitchen?” Yoongi corrected, taking a sip of pumpkin juice.

Jimin smirked. “As long as we don’t get caught.”

Taehyung waggled his eyebrows. “Who? Us? Get caught? Never.”

The trio laughed, clinking their goblets together. No matter what challenges lay ahead, they knew they would face them side by side.

Hogwarts had a way of bringing people together, and tonight, something new had begun.

***

The Sorting Hat had barely finished announcing “Gryffindor” before Jungkook found himself standing to the applause of his new housemates. He flashed a bright, nervous smile, adjusting his robes as he made his way to the Gryffindor table. His eyes were wide with excitement, and his heart raced. He had dreamed of this moment from the moment he found out he was a wizard, but now that it was finally happening, he felt like he could hardly believe it.

At the Gryffindor table, Jungkook slid into an empty seat, his fingers tapping against the wooden surface in his usual fidgety manner. His legs bounced under the table, and he couldn’t stop moving. He caught the eyes of a few of the other first-years who were also buzzing with excitement.

One boy, with dark, intense eyes and a calm demeanour, smiled at him. “I’m Kim Namjoon,” he said, offering a hand. “I’m the Gryffindor Prefect.”

Jungkook shook his hand enthusiastically. “I’m Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook,” he said. “This is all… so overwhelming.”

Namjoon chuckled. “It’s a lot to take in. I remember my first night here.” He paused, glancing around at the other students who were still settling into their seats, chattering eagerly. “You’ll get used to it. You’ll find your rhythm here.”

Jungkook shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his fingers twitching again. “I’m not sure I’m cut out for all this...magic,” he admitted. “I come from a Muggle family, so this is all completely new to me. I’m nervous, but also really excited. I feel like I’m supposed to be here, but at the same time, it’s so different than anything I’ve ever known.”

Namjoon nodded understandingly, his expression softening. “I can relate. I’m sure it’s a lot to handle, but trust me, you’ll get the hang of it. And hey, magic’s not always about precision. It’s about discovery, and you’ll find your own way. Besides, you’re in Gryffindor, where bravery is just as important as skill.”

Jungkook’s smile returned, his nerves easing just a little. “I think I’m going to need a lot of bravery to make it through this year.”

Namjoon laughed. “That’s what I thought too. But you’ll find that once you start making friends, it gets a little easier.” He gestured around the table, where several students were talking excitedly about their train journey. ““These are your new classmates,” Namjoon said, gesturing around the table. “And over there are my best friends, Kim Seokjin, a fifth-year Ravenclaw and the most senior member of the group, but don’t let that fool you, he’s got a calm and caring nature, and he’s always happy to help. And that’s Jung Hoseok, he’s a fourth-year Hufflepuff, and the sweetest guy you’ll ever meet. He’s always got a smile on his face and is the most supportive friend anyone could ask for.”

Jungkook took in the sight of the students Namjoon had pointed to, feeling his nerves begin to settle. Their easy-going, friendly demeanour made him feel a little more at ease.

Namjoon continued, “And you’ll definitely want to get to know them better. Seokjin’s got a wealth of knowledge, and Hoseok will make sure you’re never feeling down.”

Jungkook smiled, his excitement growing. “Sounds like a great group.”

Namjoon nodded, his smile widening. “It really is. You’re in for a lot of fun. But for now, let’s get you settled. The common room is just down the hall.”

Namjoon led the way through the bustling Great Hall and toward the Gryffindor common room, weaving through the crowded tables, the air thick with excited chatter, laughter, and the clinking of utensils. The warmth of the Hall seemed to envelop Jungkook, and every glance left him in awe. The floating candles above them cast a soft, flickering glow, their flames dancing in the air as though suspended by an invisible charm. They created pools of light that illuminated the long, wooden tables and the faces of the students seated at them, their eyes wide with wonder and anticipation.

As they walked, Jungkook couldn’t help but be captivated by the enchanted portraits lining the walls. The people in the paintings moved and conversed with each other, some offering polite nods as the students passed, while others bickered playfully, their voices mixing with the general noise of the Hall. Occasionally, a portrait would smile knowingly at Jungkook, as if it could see his amazement and excitement.

The castle itself seemed to hum with ancient magic, a presence that was both comforting and slightly overwhelming. The stone walls seemed to breathe with the weight of centuries of history, and every hallway echoed with the soft murmur of old secrets. The cold, polished floors beneath his feet seemed to shift subtly with each step, as if the castle was alive, guiding him forward.

Jungkook's heart raced as he took it all in, the grandeur of the place, the unspoken promise of adventure, the feeling that magic wasn’t just something he would learn about but something that would become part of him, part of his very existence.

Once inside the Gryffindor common room, Namjoon turned to Jungkook with a smile. “The password for the common room is ‘Courage,’” he said, his voice carrying the quiet authority of someone who had spent years in these halls. He stepped toward the entrance, where the portrait of the Fat Lady hung on the wall, her round face painted in cheerful hues, and her frame big enough to serve as both a gateway and a puzzle.

The Fat Lady’s eyes twinkled as she regarded Namjoon with a knowing look before swinging open at his command. Jungkook followed closely behind, his heart racing in anticipation of what lay beyond. The moment he stepped through the entrance, he blinked in awe. The Gryffindor common room was unlike any space he had ever seen, a perfect blend of cozy warmth and grandiosity.

The stone walls of the room were adorned with tapestries of heroic lions, their golden manes shining in the firelight, as if they were alive. The air was thick with the smell of crackling wood from the large, roaring fireplace that dominated one wall. The flames danced and flickered, casting long shadows and a golden glow across the room, making the deep red and gold furnishings seem even more inviting. Plush armchairs and sofas were arranged in a casual, welcoming manner, perfect for late-night conversations, studying, or simply relaxing after a long day.

The room was spacious yet intimate, with high ceilings that arched above, giving it an open, airy feeling. Large windows lined one side, revealing a sweeping view of the castle grounds and the distant Forbidden Forest, all bathed in the soft light of the setting sun. In the corner of the room was a grand piano, occasionally played by students with a flair for music, its keys seeming to resonate with magic of their own.

A group of students gathered around the fireplace, laughing and chatting, while others were scattered about in different corners, deep in conversation or buried in their books. The entire room buzzed with a sense of camaraderie, as though everyone there shared a bond that went beyond mere friendship, one rooted in shared values, bravery, and loyalty.

Namjoon gestured toward a hallway off to the side, where a set of wooden doors led to the Gryffindor dormitories. “Pick any room in the dorrmitory,” he said. “You’ll have a room to yourself. No matter who the students are, we all get our own space here. But we gather in the common room whenever we want to hang out or relax together. It’s the heart of everything.”

Jungkook nodded, his gaze lingering on the cozy, inviting space. There was something about the place that immediately made him feel like he belonged here, like this was where he was meant to be.

"Thanks for everything, Namjoon," Jungkook said, his voice filled with sincere gratitude.

“No problem,” Namjoon replied. “We’re all in this together. Just remember, if you ever need help, don’t hesitate to ask. I’ll be around, and so will my friends. Welcome to Gryffindor.”

As Namjoon left him to settle in, Jungkook let out a deep breath, feeling the weight of his first day settle on his shoulders. His journey at Hogwarts had only just begun, and already he could feel the magic of the place seeping into his bones. He wasn’t sure what the future held, but one thing was for sure, he was ready for it.

As Namjoon left him to settle in, Jungkook stood in the middle of the Gryffindor common room, taking it all in. The warmth of the fire, the soft hum of voices, the golden hues of the room, all of it felt like a dream, a magical world that he had once only read about in books. He let out a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing as the weight of his first day at Hogwarts finally began to settle in.

The excitement, the nerves, the overwhelming sense of wonder, it was all still fresh in his mind. He had just arrived, yet everything already felt so real. His fingers tingle as if the magic of the place was seeping into his very bones, wrapping around him in a way he couldn’t quite explain. It wasn’t just the spells or the magical creatures, it was the atmosphere, the legacy, the feeling that Hogwarts itself was alive and ready to embrace him.

He wasn’t sure what the future held. There were so many unknowns, so many things he didn’t understand about this world he was now a part of. His mind raced with questions, about magic, about his classes, about the people he would meet and the challenges he would face. But despite all of that, despite the uncertainties and the newness of everything, there was one thing Jungkook knew for sure, he was ready for it. Ready to learn, to grow, and to become part of something greater than himself.

With a quiet sense of determination, he turned away from the door to his new room and walked back into the common room, feeling a sense of belonging that he had never felt before. His journey at Hogwarts was just beginning, and he was eager to see where it would take him.

As the weeks unfurled, Jungkook gradually adjusted to the rhythm of life at Hogwarts. What had initially been a whirlwind of overwhelming sights, sounds, and spells began to settle into a comfortable routine. The castle’s towering spires, the labyrinthine hallways, and the grand, enchanted rooms, everything now felt familiar, as though Hogwarts had always been a part of him. He was learning the ways of magic, but more than that, he was discovering a world where his every sense was awakened.

His first lessons were a blur of incantations and enchantments. In Charms, under the instruction of Professor Flitwick, Jungkook found his fascination with magic deepening. The tiny, effervescent wizard with his high-pitched voice made each lesson feel like an adventure but also dull at times. When Jungkook had first successfully summoned a feather to float, his heart had leapt in his chest. The thrill of seeing the magic work, so simple, yet so wondrous, was nothing short of exhilarating. Every flick of his wand felt like a step closer to understanding the world around him.

Herbology, too, had been a revelation. Professor Sprout, with her hearty laugh and earthy smile, had welcomed them into the warm, sun-dappled greenhouse with a quiet, infectious enthusiasm. Jungkook had never imagined that magical plants could hold such intrigue, but there was something undeniably captivating about the way the plants reacted to his touch. Under Professor Sprout’s watchful eye, he grew fond of the plants he had once thought of as simple oddities, each one more fascinating than the last.

But it was Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall that tested his patience in the most unexpected ways. Her stern, precise manner was intimidating at first, but Jungkook soon realized that beneath the severity was a deep respect for the craft. He had never encountered a subject so demanding, transforming objects with nothing but words and intent, but as his matchstick finally turned into a needle on his fifth try, a surge of pride swept over him. The challenge of Transfiguration made every success feel like a triumph.

Defense Against the Dark Arts was a class he hadn’t quite expected to love, yet Professor Lupin’s gentle manner and captivating stories had made the subject fascinating. He spoke of his own experiences with dark magic, and Jungkook found himself listening, rapt, as the professor guided them through the intricacies of defending oneself against the most dangerous spells. Every lesson felt like a piece of an ancient puzzle slowly falling into place.

Potions, however, was where Jungkook often found himself frustrated. Professor Snape, with his icy glare and no-nonsense approach, had earned a reputation long before Jungkook ever stepped foot into the dungeon classroom. The Potions Master was gruff, his sharp words cutting through the silence, but Jungkook quickly realized that Snape wasn’t as malicious as some had made him out to be. The professor’s expectations were high, yes, and his lessons were challenging, but there was no spite in Snape’s criticisms. Instead, it was a push for perfection, an invitation to rise to the occasion. And, when Jungkook finally succeeded in brewing a potion correctly, the brief, rare nod of approval from Snape was more rewarding than he’d ever anticipated.Jungkook’s days were filled with wonder, his nights spent in the cozy Gryffindor common room, surrounded by his new friends, who were as eager as he was to learn the secrets of this incredible world.

***

The candle-lit hallways of Hogwarts hummed with quiet chatter as students bustled about, their robes swishing over the stone floors. Jungkook trailed behind Namjoon, his Gryffindor prefect badge gleaming under the torchlight. Every inch of the place buzzed with an ancient, honeyed kind of magic, the kind that tickled the skin and made the air feel thick with wonder.

"Here we are," Namjoon said, stopping before a heavy oak door in the Ravenclaw Tower. He rapped his knuckles against it once, and immediately, a voice from within barked, " If this is another first-year who can’t answer the riddle, I swear on Merlin’s beard, "

The door swung open, revealing a broad-shouldered young man with the most impeccably combed hair Jungkook had ever seen. His deep brown eyes flicked over Namjoon before settling on Jungkook. He crossed his arms.

"Oh," he said. "You’re not a lost first-year."

"Good observation, Seokjin,’" Namjoon deadpanned. "This is Jungkook. First-year Gryffindor. I figured he should meet my close friends."

Seokjin’s face softened with exaggerated grace. He threw a hand over his heart. " Ah, a fresh victim,  I mean, a new friend . Welcome, little one."

"I’m not little," Jungkook shot back, puffing up his chest.

Seokjin hummed, inspecting him like one might inspect a strange creature at the pet shop. "You look like you belong in a bakery window, honestly. All round eyes and enthusiasm. Are you sure you’re not a lost pixie?"

Jungkook, brimming with nervous energy, huffed. "Well, you’re full of yourself."

Namjoon sighed, rubbing his temples. "This is exactly why I wasn’t sure if introducing you two was a good idea."

But Seokjin grinned, clearly entertained, and before Jungkook could blink, he had thrown an arm around his shoulders in an overly theatrical manner. "I like him. I shall keep him."

"I’m not a pet!" Jungkook yelped, trying to wriggle out of Seokjin’s grip.

"If you say so," Seokjin declared.

Just then, a new voice chimed in from the corridor.

"Are you adopting strays again, Jin?"

Jungkook turned to see a lanky young man strolling toward them, his bright smile practically glowing in the dim light. His golden hair caught the flickering torch light as he practically bounced over, his Hufflepuff robes slightly askew, as if he had just been running.

"Jungkook, this is Hoseok," Namjoon introduced. "Hobi for short. Be warned, he’s, "

", a delight ," Hoseok cut in smoothly, offering Jungkook a hand.

Jungkook took it, blinking when Hoseok promptly pulled him into a hug. He smelled like cinnamon and something warm, like magic spun from laughter itself.

"We’re going to be best friends," Hoseok announced, stepping back with a dramatic flourish.

Seokjin scoffed. "You just met him."

"And?" Hoseok wiggled his eyebrows at Jungkook. "You seem fun. Are you fun?"

Jungkook, who was still recovering from being manhandled by two strangers within the span of five minutes, hesitated, then grinned. "I can be."

Hoseok gasped. "Good answer."

Seokjin nodded sagely. "Excellent. You’ve passed the test."

Namjoon, watching all this unfold, muttered under his breath, "What test?"

Jungkook laughed, and for the first time since arriving, the nerves in his chest melted away like sugar in tea. 

"So, first-year," Seokjin said, throwing an arm around Jungkook’s shoulders. "Welcome to the greatest school of magic in the world. And, by default, the greatest tour guides you could possibly have."

Namjoon sighed. "That’s debatable."

"Shush," Seokjin said, flicking his robes dramatically. "The tour begins!"

Jungkook practically bounced on his heels, his excitement barely containable. His eyes swept over the vast landscape before him, a sprawling emerald field leading down to a glittering black lake, the dense shadows of the Forbidden Forest stretching beyond it.

"Alright," Hoseok said, pointing to the dark line of trees swaying in the distance. "That over there is the Forbidden Forest. Which, as the name suggests, is forbidden . So naturally, at some point, you’ll be dragged into it against your will."

Jungkook blinked. "What?!"

Namjoon rolled his eyes. "He’s exaggerating. You’re not allowed in there unless you fancy getting eaten by a werewolf or cursed by a vengeful tree."

"Or," Seokjin added brightly, "if you’re very lucky, you might spot a unicorn."

Jungkook’s mouth fell open. "Unicorns?"

"Of course," Namjoon said. "Hogwarts is full of magical creatures, though most of them don’t appreciate being gawked at by first-years."

Jungkook turned back toward the forest, squinting into the darkness as if he might spot a silver mane flickering between the trees. His heart pounded with excitement. A real unicorn .

Hoseok grinned at his expression. "Come on, kid, there’s more to see."

They led him down toward the lake, where the water stretched like black glass beneath the starlit sky. A faint ripple disturbed the surface, and Jungkook could’ve sworn he saw something, something large , gliding just beneath the water.

"That’s the Great Lake," Namjoon explained. "Technically, you’re not supposed to swim in it, but people do anyway."

"And sometimes they don’t come back," Seokjin added cheerfully.

Jungkook gulped. "Why not?"

"Oh, you know," Hoseok said casually, "giant squid, grindylows, merpeople who don’t take kindly to intruders, "

", and the occasional poltergeist trying to drag you under for fun," Seokjin finished.

Jungkook stared at the water, torn between awe and horror. "This place is insane ."

"Yes, and we love it," Seokjin declared. "Now, onward!"

They trudged back up toward the castle, its great stone walls looming above them, glowing under the moonlight. The warm, golden windows flickered invitingly, as if whispering secrets of centuries past.

Inside, the tour continued. Jungkook was shown the winding staircases, some of which moved while you were on them, he learned this the hard way when he nearly fell backward into Hoseok’s arms. "First rule of Hogwarts: never trust a staircase," Hoseok said wisely.

The Great Hall was even more mesmerizing when empty, the enchanted ceiling reflecting the real night sky above them, constellations twinkling like diamonds. The four longhouse tables stretched endlessly across the hall, and Jungkook swore he could still hear the echoes of dinner chatter from earlier in the night.

They passed by hidden corridors, secret passageways (which Seokjin promised to teach him about "once he was deemed worthy "), and classrooms that still smelled of candle wax and old parchment.

By the time they reached the Gryffindor common room, Jungkook felt like he had walked through a dream.

"That," Namjoon said, clapping him on the shoulder, "was the express version of the Hogwarts tour. You’ll get lost at least ten times before you remember where anything is, but don’t worry, everyone does."

"Or you can just befriend a Ravenclaw ," Seokjin said, flipping his hair. "We have an excellent sense of direction."

Hoseok snorted. "Says the guy who got lost in his own dormitory last week."

"That was one time !"

Jungkook laughed, warmth bubbling in his chest. He had only been at Hogwarts for a few hours, and already, it felt like home.

"Alright, off to bed, first-year," Namjoon said, steering him toward the Gryffindor entrance. "You’ll need your energy for tomorrow."

Jungkook turned back one last time to Seokjin and Hoseok, who were waving dramatically like he was sailing off to war.

"Good luck, young one!" Seokjin called.

"Sleep well, don’t let Peeves steal your socks!" Hoseok added.

Jungkook grinned as he disappeared inside the common room, his heart still pounding with excitement.

He couldn’t believe it.

He was finally here.

And the adventure was just beginning.

***

Jungkook had only been at Hogwarts for a few weeks, but he already felt like he had known Namjoon, Hoseok and Seokjin for years . It wasn’t something that happened overnight, no grand moment of sworn brotherhood or dramatic, life-changing incident. Instead, it was a steady, inevitable thing, like the way the castle itself settled into your bones the longer you stayed.

It started with Seokjin appearing at breakfast every morning to ruffle Jungkook’s hair and say something entirely unnecessary like, “Have you grown overnight? You’re like a particularly excitable bean sprout.”

It continued with Hoseok, who, despite being in Hufflepuff, somehow managed to find Jungkook between every class to sling an arm around him and say, “Oi, first-year, eaten yet? If not, I know a shortcut to the kitchens.”

By the end of the first month, it was impossible to go anywhere without them.

"Jungkook," Seokjin said one evening, setting a thick Potions textbook down on the Gryffindor common room table. "Your handwriting looks like a banshee trying to take notes in the middle of a storm."

Jungkook scowled. "It’s fine ."

"It’s not fine," Seokjin said gravely. "It’s a crime against parchment."

Hoseok, who was sprawled on the couch with his legs dangling over the side, chuckled. "Give the kid a break, Jin. He’s doing his best."

"His best is going to get him detention when Snape can’t read his essay and thinks he’s written a hex by accident."

Jungkook groaned. "You’re worse than Namjoon-hyung."

Seokjin gasped, pressing a hand to his chest. "How dare you! I’ll have you know I’m infinitely more fun than our dear Gryffindor prefect."

"Namjoon’s just responsible," Hoseok said, reaching over to steal a chocolate frog from Jungkook’s stash. "Which is good. We need at least one of those in our lives."

Seokjin huffed. "I am responsible!"

Jungkook and Hoseok exchanged a look.

"Sure, hyung," Jungkook said. "And I’m a perfectly organized student."

Seokjin narrowed his eyes. "You are both traitors ."

Time passed in a blur of laughter and chaos. It didn’t matter that they were from different Houses, or different years, somehow, the three of them just fit .

Hoseok would drag Jungkook to Hufflepuff’s common room, where the atmosphere was warm and cozy, filled with the scent of baked goods from the kitchens below. Seokjin would invite them to Ravenclaw Tower, where Jungkook inevitably failed to answer the entrance riddles but was always let in anyway because "he’s with me," Seokjin would say, waving off the enchanted knocker like a king granting passage.

And in return, Jungkook would pull them both into Gryffindor’s common room with Namjoon, where the fire burned bright and the atmosphere buzzed with energy, just like their friendship.

One day, as they sat by the Black Lake, tossing pebbles into the water, Jungkook grinned and said, "I think I won the lottery with you guys."

Seokjin smirked. "Of course you did. We’re incredible ."

***

Jungkook had never felt this excited for a class before. Sure, Hogwarts was full of magic, actual magic, but something about Flying Lessons set his heart racing in a way that no amount of spellbooks or potions ever could.

"Alright, first-years," Madam Hooch called, her piercing yellow eyes scanning the students gathered on the training field. "Step up beside your broomsticks. No dawdling."

Jungkook hurried to his broom, a school-issued Cleansweep that looked slightly worn but well cared for. Beside him, a nervous-looking Gryffindor boy kept shifting from foot to foot, while a girl from Ravenclaw was adjusting her gloves like she was preparing for battle.

"Now, stick out your right hand, over your broom, and say Up! " Madam Hooch instructed.

"Up!" the students chorused.

Jungkook’s broom immediately shot into his palm as if it had been waiting for him. He grinned. Around him, other students were struggling, some brooms wobbled hesitantly, some stubbornly refused to move, and one overenthusiastic broom smacked a Slytherin boy in the face.

"Excellent," Madam Hooch said, giving Jungkook an appraising glance. "Now, mount your brooms, but don’t kick off until I say so."

Jungkook swung a leg over the broom with ease, gripping the handle like it was the most natural thing in the world. His fingers itched to fly .

"On my whistle, gently push off the ground," Madam Hooch continued. "And remember, gently! "

She blew the whistle, and, 

Jungkook soared.

The moment his feet left the earth, it was as if something inside him clicked into place. The wind rushed through his hair, and the castle, the students, even the entire world seemed to fall away beneath him. There was only the sky, wide and endless, and him, cutting through it like an arrow.

"Jungkook!" Madam Hooch’s voice echoed sharply through the air.

Oh. Right.

He was supposed to come back down .

Reluctantly, he pulled the broom into a slow descent, his heart still hammering in his chest as he landed smoothly on the grass. The other students were gaping at him.

Madam Hooch strode over, her sharp eyes gleaming. "Where did you learn to fly like that, boy?"

Jungkook blinked. " I,  I didn’t. That was my first time."

Madam Hooch stared at him for a long moment, then gave a small, approving nod. "Follow me."

Jungkook hadn’t expected to be pulled from class. He definitely hadn’t expected to be led through the stone corridors of the castle at Madam Hooch’s brisk pace, past suits of armor and startled students, until they reached the entrance to Professor McGonagall’s office.

The stern-looking Head of Gryffindor House glanced up from her desk as they entered. "Madam Hooch? What is the meaning of this?"

Madam Hooch wasted no time. "I’ve found your new Seeker."

McGonagall’s eyebrows shot up. "I beg your pardon?"

The flying instructor gestured to Jungkook. "First-year. Natural talent. He flies like he was born on a broomstick."

McGonagall’s eyes narrowed as she looked at Jungkook. He resisted the urge to fidget.

"A first-year?" she murmured. "It’s highly irregular."

"But he could win us the Cup , Minerva," Madam Hooch insisted.

Jungkook’s heart leapt. The Quidditch Cup? He had heard about it, of course, Gryffindor’s legendary rivalry with Slytherin, the roaring crowds, the dazzling plays.

McGonagall tapped her fingers against her desk, considering. Then, finally, she stood. "Come with me."

Jungkook, still barely processing what was happening, followed as she led him out of her office, through winding corridors, until they reached the Quidditch pitch.

The Quidditch pitch stretched wide before them, bathed in golden afternoon light. Waiting for them near the center was none other than Kim Namjoon, his prefect badge gleaming as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Professor?" Namjoon asked, brow furrowed as he turned to McGonagall. "What’s going on?"

McGonagall’s lips curved ever so slightly. "I may have found your new Seeker," she said, nodding toward Jungkook.

Namjoon turned to him, eyes widening in surprise. "Jungkook? I leave you alone for a few classes and now you’re our Seeker?"

Jungkook gave a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh… maybe?"

McGonagall folded her arms. "I want you to test him."

Namjoon still looked slightly baffled, but he only sighed and gestured toward the broom shed. "Alright, kid. Grab a broom. Let’s see what you’ve got."

Jungkook could barely contain his excitement as he selected a broomstick, his heart thundering in his chest. The moment his feet left the ground, it was like stepping into another world. He wasn’t just flying, he was soaring. The air rushed past him, cool and crisp, his body moving as if he were born to do this.

Namjoon released a Snitch into the air. It flickered gold for half a second before disappearing. But Jungkook didn't hesitate.

He felt it before he saw it.

His body reacted instinctively, the broom responding like an extension of himself. He dipped, rolled, and then dived, chasing the flicker of gold with unwavering focus. In a flash, his fingers closed around the Snitch, his grip firm as he skidded to a stop mid-air, panting.

A stunned silence followed.

Namjoon let out a low whistle.

McGonagall’s lips twitched, perhaps the ghost of a smile. "Well, Mr. Kim?"

Namjoon was staring at Jungkook like he was some kind of legend come to life. Then, a slow grin spread across his face.

"We have our Seeker."

Jungkook could barely breathe as he walked back to the Gryffindor Tower. Him. A Seeker. On the House team!

The moment he stepped through the portrait hole, he was ambushed.

"IS IT TRUE?" Seokjin shrieked, launching himself at Jungkook and shaking him by the shoulders.

Hoseok was already bouncing on his feet. "Did they really make you Seeker? A first-year?"

Jungkook, still dizzy from everything, just nodded. "I, I guess so."

Seokjin let out a dramatic wail. "My baby is Gryffindor’s Seeker, oh, the glory! The fame! The scandal!"

Hoseok beamed. "Merlin’s beard, this is incredible. Do you have any idea how rare this is?"

Jungkook barely had time to respond before Namjoon entered the room, looking entirely too smug. "Alright, alright, let the kid breathe. He’s not a Snitch, you don’t have to smother him."

Seokjin sniffled theatrically. "I suppose, as his honorary older brother, I’ll have to sit in the stands and throw roses every time he catches the Snitch."

"Or," Hoseok snorted, "just scream like a lunatic, like the rest of us."

Jungkook couldn’t stop smiling. This place, this castle, was already starting to feel like home. And with friends like this, he knew, 

His Hogwarts journey was only just beginning.

Jungkook’s appointment as Gryffindor’s new Seeker spread through the school faster than a pack of enchanted Howlers. First-years weren’t allowed on House teams, ever, so the news sent waves of excitement and murmured speculation through the corridors.

Seokjin, naturally, claimed full responsibility.

"I always knew he was special," he would say dramatically to anyone who would listen. "The moment I saw him, I thought, there is a prodigy, a once-in-a-century talent, "

"Jin-hyung," Jungkook interrupted once, "you didn’t even see me fly."

"Details, details," Seokjin huffed.

Hoseok, on the other hand, was more interested in flying itself. "Honestly, mate," he said one evening as they lounged by the fire in the common room, "I’ve never seen someone move like that in the air. It’s like you’re meant to do it."

Jungkook shrugged, though warmth spread through his chest at the praise. "I dunno. It just feels right."

Namjoon, ever the responsible prefect and now his Quidditch Captain, made sure Jungkook didn’t have time to bask in his newfound status.

"Just because you’re a natural doesn’t mean you don’t need to practice," Namjoon told him sternly the next morning, dragging him to the pitch at sunrise.

Jungkook groaned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "You know, Gryffindor’s supposed to be known for bravery, not torture."

Namjoon ignored him and tossed him a broomstick. "Mount up, kid. Time to learn how to really play Quidditch."

Quidditch wasn’t just about flying fast and chasing the Snitch. There were rules, strategies, and teamwork involved. Namjoon drilled them into Jungkook’s head every day after classes.

"Alright," Namjoon said one afternoon as they hovered above the pitch, "run me through the positions."

Jungkook rolled his eyes but answered anyway. "Three Chasers, two Beaters, one Keeper, and one Seeker. Chasers score with the Quaffle, Beaters handle the Bludgers, the Keeper defends the goalposts, and the Seeker, "

", wins the game," Namjoon finished, nodding approvingly. "Good. Now, tell me your job."

Jungkook grinned. "Catch the Snitch."

"Not just that," Namjoon corrected. "You have to find it first. The Snitch is fast, unpredictable. You need to keep track of it and the game. Otherwise, you’ll be chasing shadows while the other team racks up points."

Jungkook frowned. "So I have to… do both?"

Namjoon smirked. "Welcome to being a Seeker."

As the first match of the season against Slytherin loomed, excitement crackled through the Gryffindor common room like static electricity.

Jin was, of course, entirely insufferable.

"My little Jungkookie, making history!" he would sigh dramatically. "I should commission a statue in his honor. No, a tapestry! Perhaps I’ll start taking bets on how fast he catches the Snitch, "

"Hyung, please," Jungkook groaned.

Hoseok, meanwhile, was hyping him up in a different way. "I believe in you, mate. Just don’t get knocked out by a Bludger, yeah?"

Jungkook laughed, but nerves curled in his stomach. Could he really do this? What if he let everyone down?

Namjoon seemed to sense his unease. The night before the match, he clapped a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder and said, "Don’t overthink it. You’re good, Jungkook. Just trust yourself."

Jungkook took a deep breath and nodded.

Tomorrow, he would step onto the Quidditch pitch not as just another student, 

But as Gryffindor’s Seeker.

And he would make sure to soar.

**

The start of a new term at Hogwarts always came with a rush of excitement, freshly brewed potions bubbling in the dungeons, the scent of old parchment in the classrooms, and the sound of enchanted quills scratching against scrolls. Jimin had always loved this feeling, the quiet anticipation of what the year would bring.

As he walked through the stone corridors alongside Taehyung, he adjusted his Slytherin tie with a smirk. "Third year. We’re practically veterans now."

Taehyung, his Hufflepuff robes slightly wrinkled as always, grinned. "Veterans who still get lost trying to find classrooms?"

Jimin chuckled. "I was being optimistic. "

Their first class of the day was Charms, where Professor Flitwick stood on a stack of books, his tiny form barely peeking over his desk. The classroom was filled with students murmuring sleepily, still shaking off the morning fog. Jimin slid into his seat, watching as Taehyung immediately pulled out a roll of parchment and began doodling.

"Seriously?" Jimin whispered. "This early?"

Taehyung just grinned. "It helps me focus."

Jimin rolled his eyes but let it go. As the lesson began, students waved their wands, filling the air with glowing sparks and flickering bursts of magic. It was in these moments that Jimin truly appreciated Hogwarts, where learning didn’t mean just reading from textbooks but feeling the magic in your fingertips.

After a long day of classes, Jimin made his way toward the entrance of the Slytherin common room, hidden behind a stretch of damp stone in the dungeons. He muttered the password, and the wall slid open soundlessly, revealing the familiar green-tinged glow of his house’s sanctuary.

The Slytherin common room was a world of its own, elegant and shadowed, with high-backed chairs and dark green sofas arranged in clusters. The Black Lake loomed beyond the large windows, casting shifting patterns of light across the stone walls. Flickering torches and enchanted lanterns cast an eerie yet comforting glow.

Jimin spotted Yoongi instantly, lounging in one of the armchairs near the fireplace, his robes slightly rumpled, a book open in his lap. The warmth from the flames made his pale complexion glow softly. He didn’t even look up as Jimin approached.

"Long day?" Yoongi asked, lazily flipping a page.

Jimin groaned, dropping onto the couch beside him. "I swear, if I have to hear the words ‘proper wand technique’ one more time, I might hex someone."

Yoongi smirked. "I’d pay to see that."

The common room was quieter than the rest of the castle, Slytherins preferred hushed conversations over loud chatter, the murmuring voices blending into the crackling of the fire. Jimin had always liked this about his house. There was a certain order to it, an unspoken understanding among its members.

A group of first-years sat near the window, still wide-eyed and whispering excitedly about their first day. Jimin remembered that feeling, the rush of stepping into a house he wasn’t sure he fit into at first. But now, three years in, he couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

Yoongi shut his book with a quiet thud and stretched. "Come on. Kitchens before curfew?"

Jimin grinned, already standing. "You read my mind."

As they slipped out into the dimly lit corridors, the castle seemed to hum around them, filled with the whispers of moving staircases and the rustle of unseen magic. Another year had begun, and Jimin knew there was no place he’d rather be.

The rumors started like wildfire.

It was only the second week of the new term, and already, everyone was talking about the new Gryffindor first-year. Some were whispering about how he’d arrived at Hogwarts wide-eyed and eager, gaping at the castle like a starstruck child. Others were murmuring about his raw talent, how he’d been plucked right from under McGonagall’s wing and tossed onto the Gryffindor Quidditch team like some sort of prodigy.

Jimin hadn’t paid much attention to it at first. First-years always had their little moments of glory. A Ravenclaw would answer a few too many questions in Transfiguration, a Slytherin would show an unnatural skill for brewing potions, a Hufflepuff would earn points for some grand act of kindness. It was just how things went.

But then Taehyung wouldn’t shut up about im.

"I’m telling you, Jimin," he said one afternoon, flopping onto the grass outside the Greenhouses. "The kid’s insane. He caught the Snitch in his first practice match. I saw it with my own eyes."

Jimin shot him a bored look. "You’re a Hufflepuff, why do you care?"

Taehyung rolled onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow. "Because it’s wild! Everyone says he’s a natural. Not just fast, like, unnaturally good. Like he knows where the Snitch is before he even sees it."

Jimin arched his brow. "Sounds dramatic."

"I’m just saying, first-years aren’t supposed to be on House teams. That rule’s been around forever," Taehyung pointed out. "But they made an exception for him. Why do you think that is?"

Jimin hummed noncommittally, plucking at a blade of grass between his fingers. "I don’t know, Tae. Maybe McGonagall’s gone soft in her old age."

Taehyung snorted. "Right. And maybe Snape’s going to start knitting scarves for Hogsmeade trips."

That got a laugh out of Jimin.

Still, the talk of the ‘Gryffindor Golden Boy’, as he was quickly being called, kept coming.

By the time Jimin met Yoongi in the Slytherin common room later that evening, the rumors had evolved.

"He’s from a Muggle family, apparently," Yoongi muttered, reclining in his usual armchair. The low flickering light from the Black Lake cast shadows across his face. "Got his letter and just rolled with it. No hesitation, no ‘oh my God, magic is real.’ Just took it in stride."

Jimin furrowed his brows. "That’s weird."

"Is it?" Yoongi flipped a page in his book. "Some people are like that. Adapt fast. Doesn’t mean he’s special."

"You don’t believe the hype?"

Yoongi snorted. "Please. I’ll believe it when I see it."

Jimin thought about it for a moment. "You know, people are already making ridiculous bets on him."

Yoongi groaned. "Of course they is."

"Swears the kid’s gonna catch the Snitch in record time in his first real game."

"Idiotic."

"But what if he does ?"

Yoongi glanced up from his book, eyes gleaming in the dim light. "Then Gryffindor’s just gained their best player in a century. And the rest of us are in trouble."

Jimin hummed in agreement.

***

Jimin had expected the excitement to die down by now.

Sure, when the news had first broken that a first-year was joining the Gryffindor Quidditch team, it made sense that everyone had lost their minds. It wasn’t every day that Hogwarts bent its own rules for a student. But that had been weeks ago. The match against Slytherin was just around the corner, and yet, the buzz hadn’t faded. If anything, it had only gotten louder.

Jimin wasn’t the type to get caught up in school gossip, but even he had to admit, he was starting to get curious.

"Alright, so what is it about this kid?" he finally asked, lounging in the Slytherin common room with Taehyung and Yoongi. "Why is everyone still talking about him?"

Taehyung, who had been flipping through his Potions textbook half-heartedly, immediately perked up. "You haven’t seen him fly yet?"

Jimin shook his head. "No. Have you?"

"Only a little, during practice," Taehyung admitted, setting his book aside. "But even that was enough to tell, he’s unreal."

Jimin blinked. He could count on one hand the number of times Taehyung had sounded genuinely impressed by something.

"That good?" he asked, tilting his head.

Yoongi, who had been sitting quietly with a quill in hand, finally spoke up. "I don’t know about legendary, " he said, twirling the quill between his fingers. "But he’s fast. "

"Like… Slytherin Seeker fast?" Jimin asked, referring to their team’s current Seeker, a fourth-year named Choi Sungho, who had a reputation for being one of the quickest at Hogwarts.

Yoongi hummed, considering it. "Faster."

Jimin raised an eyebrow. "That’s a big claim."

"It’s not just speed," Taehyung cut in, clearly eager to discuss this. "It’s instincts. You should’ve seen him during practice, he moves like he already knows where the Snitch is going to be."

Jimin frowned slightly. That was unusual. Most Seekers, even the good ones, relied on sharp eyes and quick reflexes. But the way Taehyung was describing it, this kid didn’t just react, he anticipated.

"Alright," Jimin said slowly. "I get why people are talking. But it’s still just one match. What if it was a fluke?"

Yoongi let out a low chuckle. "That’s what I thought too, but every time I hear someone talk about him, they say the same thing, he’s different. "

Jimin exhaled through his nose, still processing. Hogwarts had seen its fair share of Quidditch prodigies, but the fact that the entire school was still raving about this kid weeks later…

That was new.

"You have to come to the match," Taehyung said suddenly, eyes bright.

Jimin rolled his eyes. "You just want someone to sit with."

"Obviously." Taehyung grinned. "But also, don’t you want to see for yourself? I mean, come on, when was the last time a first-year played for Gryffindor?"

"About a century ago," Yoongi muttered.

"Exactly!" Taehyung said, turning back to Jimin. "You can’t tell me you’re not even a little bit curious."

Jimin considered it. He wasn’t opposed to going, he liked Quidditch well enough, though he’d never been the type to follow every match religiously. But seeing the way Taehyung’s excitement practically radiated off him, and hearing Yoongi, who wasn’t usually one for hyperbole, acknowledge Jungkook’s talent...

Maybe it was worth watching.

"I’ll think about it," he said, stretching his arms over his head.

Taehyung gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. "You’ll think about it?!"

Jimin smirked. "Yeah. Keep talking, and I might decide against it just to annoy you."

"You’re so mean," Taehyung whined, nudging him with his elbow.

Yoongi just shook his head, amused. "You should come. Even if it’s just to watch Gryffindor lose."

Jimin huffed a quiet laugh. "That would be entertaining."

"See?" Taehyung grinned. "You’re already invested."

Jimin didn’t admit it, but maybe, just maybe , he was.

It took Taehyung a whole day of relentless teasing and Yoongi’s quietly persuasive support to get Jimin to finally agree.

"You better be there," Taehyung had said that evening in the common room, not-so-subtly reminding Jimin every five minutes about how rare this was.

Jimin had groaned, but in the end, he couldn’t say no. Part of him, no matter how much he wanted to avoid admitting it, was genuinely curious. And a bigger part didn’t want to hear the end of it from Taehyung and Yoongi if he didn’t go.

"Fine," he’d muttered, tossing his Potions book aside in frustration. "I’ll go."

Taehyung’s face immediately broke into a grin, and Jimin rolled his eyes, but there was a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips despite himself.

"YES!" Taehyung cried, leaping into the air. "I knew it!"

Yoongi, who had been quietly scribbling in his journal, gave Jimin a nod of approval. "You won’t regret it," he said simply. "Just don’t expect to get much work done afterward. People will be talking about this for days."

Jimin shot Yoongi a skeptical look. "We’ll see about that."

***

The day of the match arrived sooner than Jimin had expected. Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Everyone in the school was buzzing about it, but what made this match particularly interesting was the new first-year Seeker for Gryffindor, Jungkook. The fact that a first-year had even made the team was almost unheard of, let alone as Seeker. The more Jimin thought about it, the more he had to admit there was something intriguing about the whole situation.

As he walked with Taehyung and Yoongi toward the Quidditch pitch, the buzz around the school felt almost tangible . Students were flocking toward the stands, their voices rising in excitement, laughing, shouting, and debating who would win. The usual rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin had reached fever pitch this time, only enhanced by the added spectacle of Jungkook’s debut.

Jimin, though, wasn’t exactly bouncing off the walls. Quidditch wasn’t his thing. It was fun enough to watch when he had time, but he’d never been one of those students who lived and breathed the game. The way Taehyung was nearly vibrating with excitement, however, was enough to make anyone feel a little bit more invested.

As they took their seats, Jimin settled in beside Taehyung and Yoongi, who both leaned forward, their eyes already glued to the field. The atmosphere was electric, with students wearing their house colors and waving scarves, all chanting for their teams.

Jimin’s gaze was fixed on the stands as he noticed a few familiar faces in the Gryffindor section, all eagerly waiting for the match to begin. Seokjin, naturally, was among them, practically bursting with pride over the new Seeker.

The Slytherin team lined up across the pitch, their green and silver uniforms gleaming in the sun, and the sight of them made Jimin feel a sense of pride, this was his team. He caught the eyes of a few of his teammates as they took their positions, giving them a nod. Among them, Choi Sungho, their Seeker, looked determined. He was an experienced player, and Jimin knew the game wasn’t going to be easy for anyone.

But then, the Gryffindor team took the field, and Jimin’s eyes immediately found Jungkook. He was standing with the other players, his broomstick in hand, but it was the way he held himself that caught Jimin’s attention. There was an energy around him, something that made him stand out. He wasn’t just a first-year. He carried himself like a player who had been part of the team for years, like he’d been born for this moment.

Jimin frowned slightly. This kid...

Taehyung elbowed him, whispering urgently, "Look at him! Isn’t he a natural?!"

Jimin forced himself to keep his expression neutral, but inside, something shifted. It was clear that Jungkook wasn’t just another Quidditch player. This kid had something special.

The game began with a roar from the crowd.

Jimin wasn’t one to shout or cheer, so he leaned back in his seat, arms crossed, watching as the players flew into action. Gryffindor and Slytherin were evenly matched, each side scoring points, diving through the air, and weaving around the Bludgers. Jimin could see how skilled the players were, but his attention kept flickering back to Jungkook, who seemed to be everywhere at once, darting across the pitch with unnatural speed.

"Look at him go!" Taehyung whispered, practically bouncing in his seat. "He’s faster than anyone on our team!"

Yoongi, who had remained calm the entire time, finally spoke up. "Don’t get too excited. Our Seeker’s no slouch either."

Jimin watched as Choi Sungho skillfully dodged a Bludger and zoomed after the Quaffle, but it wasn’t long before Jungkook was right behind him. The first-year Seeker was a blur of motion, anticipating the Snitch’s every move.

The crowd grew louder. Jimin could barely hear anything over the deafening cheers and gasps as the players raced to keep up. But Jungkook… Jungkook had something about him.

Suddenly, there it was. The Snitch, a flicker of gold in the corner of the field.

Jimin’s breath hitched as he saw Jungkook’s eyes lock onto it. The kid’s whole body went rigid with focus. In one swift motion, he leaned forward on his broom, chasing it with a relentless speed that had the crowd roaring. It was almost as if he knew exactly where it would go before it even appeared.

The Slytherin Seeker tried to follow, but Jungkook was too fast.

The Gryffindor first-year darted forward, outmaneuvering his opponent, and in one graceful motion, he grabbed the Snitch from the air.

The crowd erupted.

Jimin was frozen for a moment, staring at the scene. Jungkook had caught the Snitch, right in front of the entire school. The buzz was immediate and overwhelming. Gryffindor had won, and the youngest Seeker in decades had just made history.

Jimin sat back, a strange mixture of disbelief and admiration settling over him. Maybe this kid wasn’t just some “golden boy” after all. He was the real deal.

"See?" Taehyung shouted over the noise, grinning from ear to ear. "I told you!"

Jimin blinked, breaking out of his daze. He couldn’t help it, he smiled.

This match, this kid, he was something special.

**

The game had barely ended, but the air was already thick with excitement. The stands were filled with loud cheers, and Gryffindor students were practically jumping over one another to reach the pitch. Jungkook hovered in mid-air, gripping his broom tightly as the final whistle blew, signaling Gryffindor's victory over Slytherin.

His heart raced as he looked at the crowd below, the golden Snitch still clasped in his hand. The realization hadn’t quite hit him yet. He’d just caught the Snitch in the very first match of the season, securing Gryffindor’s victory, and he was the hero of the hour.

"YES!" he screamed in exhilaration, pumping his fist into the air. The crowd's roar grew louder, and in that moment, Jungkook couldn’t remember a time when he had felt more alive. His teammates circled around him, grinning widely and slapping him on the back.

He had done it.

The team’s celebrations were cut short as Jungkook flew down to the ground, still holding the Snitch in his hand. His eyes quickly scanned the sea of Gryffindor students, and there they were, his friends.

Seokjin, Hoseok, and Namjoon were already waiting for him, each of them grinning ear to ear. As soon as Jungkook landed, Seokjin was the first to tackle him in a massive hug.

"Jungkookie!" Seokjin shouted, lifting him off the ground for a second before setting him back down. "You did it! I told you, didn’t I? You’re going to be famous!"

Jungkook chuckled, his face flushed from the excitement. “I can’t believe it, hyung. I actually caught it!”

Namjoon, who had been watching the match closely as the Gryffindor Quidditch captain, approached with a proud smile. He had played in the match himself, but there was no denying that Jungkook had stolen the spotlight. “You were incredible out there,” Namjoon said, his voice steady but full of admiration. "First match, first year, and you just dominated . You’re going to be an amazing Seeker for us."

Jungkook felt a rush of warmth at Namjoon’s words. As the captain, Namjoon was always the steady force, the one who held everything together. To get his approval meant a lot.

“Thanks, hyung," Jungkook replied, his voice slightly breathless from all the adrenaline. “I’m still trying to process everything. This is all just... so unreal.”

Hoseok, ever the energetic one, bounced on his toes next to Namjoon. “Unreal? It’s pure magic ,” he said, laughing. “I mean, the way you flew, it was like you were born for this, Jungkook! I’m so proud of you!”

Jungkook smiled, feeling a mix of happiness and disbelief. “I couldn’t have done it without you guys,” he said, gesturing to his friends. “I’m just, wow.”

Seokjin raised an eyebrow, winking. “What did I tell you? My baby brother is a legend in the making.”

Jungkook groaned at the nickname, but there was no denying the pride in his chest. Seokjin’s dramatic flair was something he had gotten used to, but it still made him laugh every time.

Before he could say anything else, Namjoon clapped him on the shoulder. “Alright, rookie,” he said, his voice soft but commanding. “You’ve made the team proud today. But remember, we don’t stop here. We keep practicing, we keep improving. You’re part of the team now, and that means you’ve got a lot of work ahead of you.”

Jungkook nodded, his expression growing serious for a moment. Namjoon was right. This victory felt amazing, but it was just the beginning. There was a lot more to Quidditch than just catching the Snitch.

“I’m ready,” Jungkook said, determination flashing in his eyes.

Namjoon smiled, his pride for Jungkook evident. “I knew you would be.”

The group stood together for a moment, the sounds of celebration still echoing around them. It was then that Jungkook noticed how many people were already rushing over to congratulate him. His teammates, other Gryffindors, even some Hufflepuffs, everyone seemed to be caught up in the excitement.

Seokjin, never one to let a moment of glory go unnoticed, dramatically swept his hand in the air. “Alright, alright! Let the world know! My brother here just made history! We’ve got the Seeker of the century on our team!”

Hoseok snorted, a grin spreading across his face. “You’re not that dramatic, Jin-hyung.”

Jungkook laughed at his friends’ antics, feeling truly at home. But before he could say anything else, a familiar voice called out from the crowd.

“Jungkook!”

It was the rest of the Gryffindor students, some of his teammates, some of the younger students, all rushing over, eager to congratulate him. Jungkook felt a surge of gratitude as he was enveloped by them, their cheers and high-fives overwhelming him. In that moment, surrounded by his teammates and friends, he felt like he had truly found his place in the world.

As Jungkook stood in the midst of all the excitement, trying to catch his breath after the thrilling victory, his eyes scanned the stands, still buzzing with energy. He smiled as his teammates slapped him on the back and the Gryffindor crowd cheered, but something caught his attention, a figure standing out in the crowd, away from the chaos.

He saw him from the corner of his eye, tall, with a presence that seemed to glow, even amidst the cheering and clapping. The way he stood there, so effortlessly composed, caught Jungkook off guard. There was an undeniable grace to him, like a dancer frozen mid-motion, his posture perfect, his gaze steady. Even from a distance, Jungkook couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was. It was more than just his good looks, though, there was an air of confidence and elegance about him that made him seem almost untouchable. It was the kind of beauty that didn't demand attention but commanded it all the same.

The figure was wearing a Slytherin scarf, but it was his demeanor that captivated Jungkook more than anything. He stood next to two others, one who looked like he had just stepped out of a painting, a striking individual with sharp features and an intensity that seemed to match his piercing eyes. This one had dark hair that fell across his forehead in messy waves and a quiet energy about him, almost like he preferred to remain in the shadows, observing rather than engaging. His posture was relaxed, but Jungkook could tell he was always alert, always aware.

Then there was the other figure beside him, someone who stood out for an entirely different reason. This person had a carefree, almost whimsical aura about him. He was laughing at something, his wide grin infectious. His hair was light, a soft shade of brown, and he had an easy smile that made it impossible not to smile along with him. His eyes twinkled with warmth, like he saw the world in a way few people could. He was wearing the bright yellow and black of Hufflepuff, and his presence seemed like the embodiment of sunlight.

But it was the first one,  the one with the Slytherin scarf, that Jungkook found himself drawn to most. There was something about him that was magnetic, like a gravitational force pulling Jungkook in, even from across the field. The way his eyes seemed to capture every detail, the way he stood with a kind of quiet confidence, it was as if the world around him blurred, and all Jungkook could focus on was him.

As Jungkook’s gaze lingered on the stands, where Jimin stood with his two friends, Jin, Namjoon, and Hoseok couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes softened, a hint of curiosity mixed with admiration. They followed his line of sight and saw Jimin standing among the crowd, a slight smile on his face as he clapped for the Gryffindor team’s victory. His calm presence, even in the middle of all the excitement, seemed to radiate a quiet grace, and there was no mistaking the subtle way he held himself. His two friends, Taehyung and Yoongi, were with him, and it was clear to anyone watching that they were a tight-knit group.

Jungkook’s expression, however, spoke volumes. He was still on the pitch, but his focus had shifted entirely from his teammates to the Slytherins in the stands. He was captivated, unable to tear his eyes away from Jimin and his friends.

Namjoon, ever observant, chuckled softly, glancing over at the other two. "Looks like Jungkook’s got an eye on someone," he remarked with a knowing smile.

Hoseok’s grin grew wider, though he kept his voice teasing. "Someone’s in for it. Jimin’s not the easiest person to get close to. He’s got that whole ‘untouchable’ aura, you know? It’s not surprising, though. He’s got this way of carrying himself that makes everyone watch him, even if he’s not trying to stand out."

Jin leaned in, lowering his voice a little. "You’re right. Jimin's one of those people who doesn't have to do anything and still somehow gets attention. But the thing is, he doesn’t seem to want it. It’s the same with Taehyung and Yoongi, really. They’re not the type to beg for attention. They’re all about being together, doing their own thing. But, from what I’ve noticed, they’ve got an undeniable charm. They attract attention without even trying."

Namjoon nodded thoughtfully, his gaze still on Jungkook, who was now laughing at something his Gryffindor teammates were saying. "It’s true, there’s a quiet strength in him. When he speaks, people listen, even if he’s just making a casual comment. And Taehyung and Yoongi… they’re both interesting in their own right."

Hoseok leaned back against the railing, his eyes still on the trio. "Taehyung’s got that quirky energy, right? He’s fun-loving, spontaneous, and kind of unpredictable, but there’s also this sharpness to him. Like, he can go from being carefree to dead serious in an instant, and it catches you off guard every time. I think he’s a little like Jimin in that way. He knows when to be playful, but he also knows when to shut everything out and focus."

Jin smiled softly at Hoseok’s words. "I think that’s the magic of their friendship. Taehyung keeps things light, and Yoongi keeps everyone grounded. But when it comes down to it, Jimin’s the one who brings them all together. He’s like the quiet anchor. You don’t realize how much he’s holding everything together until you see them all apart."

Namjoon nodded again, his expression more serious. "Yoongi’s got a very quiet intensity to him. He’s a lot more reserved, and I think he trusts very few people. But he watches everything. People might think he’s just being quiet, but he notices things, details that others might miss. And he’s sharp, like he can read people in a way that feels almost unnatural. He’s got a mind that processes things faster than anyone I know."

Jin paused, his eyes softening as he glanced back toward the stands. "You’re right. They’ve got this unique bond. It’s not something you see every day. They just work, all three of them. Jimin leads in his own way, without being bossy. Taehyung follows his heart, and Yoongi... well, he’s the quiet force behind everything."

Hoseok grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, I think Jungkook’s going to have his hands full with Jimin. He’s not someone you can just impress with a few fancy moves on a broomstick. But that’s part of what makes him interesting, right? I’ve never seen someone so effortlessly magnetic."

Namjoon chuckled, his expression thoughtful. "Yeah, but it’s also why he’s so guarded. He doesn’t like to let too many people in. It’ll be interesting to see how they interact. Jungkook’s got a lot of heart, and Jimim, well, Jimin’s sweeter than he lets on."

Jin smiled, resting his arms on the railing as he looked at Jungkook, who had finally turned his attention back to his friends. "Jungkook’s young, but I think he’ll handle it. Jimin’s not as unapproachable as he seems. It’ll be interesting to see it all pans out

Hoseok and Namjoon both nodded, and the three of them watched in silence as the Gryffindor team celebrated their victory. The sounds of laughter, excitement, and congratulations filled the air, but there was an unspoken understanding between them.

**

Days passed, and the excitement from the Quidditch match slowly began to settle down, but Jungkook couldn't stop thinking about Jimin. Every time he caught a glimpse of the Slytherin in the hallways or saw him laughing with his friends, his heart would flutter uncontrollably. He had never felt so drawn to someone before, and it made him feel both excited and slightly out of his depth. There was something about Jimin, his grace, his presence, the way he seemed so effortlessly confident, that captivated Jungkook.

It was just after lunch one day when Jungkook found himself walking down the main hall toward the Gryffindor Tower, his thoughts still swirling with the memory of Jimin’s smile. He had tried to act normal around his friends, but every time he thought of Jimin, his stomach fluttered, and he couldn’t help but feel like a lovesick fool. He wasn’t the type to get this way over someone, but Jimin was different. And every time they crossed paths, it felt like his heart was doing somersaults.

And there he was.

Jimin stood by a statue, casually chatting with his friends, his laughter ringing through the hallway like music. Jungkook’s steps slowed as he spotted him from across the hall. His heart skipped a beat. Jimin was everything Jungkook had imagined and more. The way he carried himself, confident, yet calm, like he knew exactly who he was, it made Jungkook feel like a nervous wreck.

Without even thinking, his feet moved, carrying him closer to Jimin. It was like he was being pulled in by some invisible force. His heart pounded in his chest, his thoughts jumbled together in a chaotic mess. Before he could second guess himself, he was standing just a few feet away from Jimin, his eyes wide and his grin almost too eager.

"Hey, Jimin," he said, his voice way too bright and excited, but he couldn't help it. He was like a puppy around Jimin, wagging his metaphorical tail. "It’s, uh, nice to see you again."

Jimin looked up, his eyes meeting Jungkook's. There was a slight lift of his eyebrow, but his smile remained unreadable. "Jungkook, right?" he said, his voice smooth and easy, like honey. "You’re the new Seeker who caught the Snitch, aren’t you?"

Jungkook’s heart skipped another beat, and he felt a rush of pride at the mention of his accomplishment. "Yeah, that’s me!" he said, his grin widening. But his excitement quickly turned to flustered nervousness as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I, uh, just wanted to say… you looked really good cheering up there in the stands."

Jimin’s eyes twinkled with amusement as he looked Jungkook over, clearly entertained by his awkwardness. "Oh, really?" he said, his lips curving into a teasing smile. "You were paying attention to that?"

Jungkook’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, but he couldn’t back down now. "I, uh, yeah, I mean… how could I not? You’re pretty hard to miss," he said, his words coming out more honest than he intended, and he immediately regretted it, but the moment they were out there, he couldn’t take them back.

To his surprise, Jimin didn't seem annoyed. Instead, he looked amused, and Jungkook’s heart skipped another beat. "Flattery?" Jimin said, clearly enjoying his reaction. "I’m not sure I’ve heard that one before."

Jungkook blinked, trying to recover. "Oh, I swear I’m not just flattered by you, Jimin. You’ve got that… charm thing down. It’s kinda impossible not to notice, you know?" He felt like a fool, but he was determined to keep the conversation going. He wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip away. "I was thinking maybe, I could show you some of my moves sometime?" he added with a playful grin. "I mean, since you’ve been watching me, you must have some thoughts about my flying skills."

Jimin raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by Jungkook’s enthusiasm, but he remained composed. "Is that an invitation, then?" His voice was smooth and teasing, though his expression remained neutral, not giving away any of the emotions Jungkook was desperate to read.

Jungkook nodded eagerly, his puppy-like energy impossible to hide. "Totally. I’ll even give you a front-row seat. Watch me catch that Snitch again. You know, I’m kind of a natural at it." He let out a nervous laugh, trying to play it cool, but he couldn’t stop the excitement bubbling inside of him.

Jimin’s gaze was sharp, his lips curling into a knowing smile. "You’re confident. I’ll give you that," he said, his eyes lingering on Jungkook for a moment too long. "But I’ll need to see these moves for myself before I can say anything."

Jungkook couldn’t stop the wide grin spreading across his face. "Oh, trust me, you won’t be disappointed," he said, his voice full of confidence, even though he was internally screaming. "I’ll make sure of that."

Jimin chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I’ll hold you to that, then." He leaned back slightly, crossing his arms as he regarded Jungkook with a hint of interest. There was something in his expression that made Jungkook’s heart skip once more, but Jimin didn’t give anything away. His smile was playful, but there was something about it that made Jungkook feel like he was being gently teased.

Just as Jungkook was about to say something else, anything to keep the conversation going, Jimin’s friends appeared, stepping up to join them. One was the energetic Hufflepuff, who had a wide grin on his face, and the other was the quiet Slytherin, who seemed more aloof but still regarded Jungkook with a curious glance.

"Hey, Jimin," the Hufflepuff said with a mischievous glint in his eye, clearly noticing the exchange between Jimin and Jungkook. "Making new friends, I see?"

Jimin chuckled, glancing at Jungkook before looking back at his friend. "Something like that," he said, his tone light, though there was a teasing glimmer in his eye. "Jungkook here was just offering to show me his broomstick skills."

The Hufflepuff grinned wider. "Well, if you need a second opinion on his flying abilities, you know who to ask." He winked at Jungkook, who flushed again, a bit embarrassed by the attention.

The Slytherin, on the other hand, said nothing at first, just observing the two of them with a quiet gaze. Finally, he spoke, his voice dry and sarcastic. "You really think he’s going to impress you?" His eyes flicked to Jungkook, though his expression remained unreadable. "You might want to prepare yourself for disappointment."

Jimin just shrugged, his smile softening, though there was a spark of amusement in his eyes. "I’m sure I’ll be fine," he said, looking at Jungkook once more. "But I’ll make sure to keep my expectations in check."

Jungkook, still flushed but determined to make an impression, nodded quickly. "I, I’ll be ready," he said, his voice much more rushed than he intended, but he couldn’t help himself. "I’ll make sure you’re impressed, Jimin."

With that, Jimin's gaze softened ever so slightly. "I’ll hold you to it."

Jungkook stood there for a moment longer, unsure if he had said everything he wanted to, or if he should say something else. His mind was racing with excitement, but before he could get another word out, Jimin turned to walk away, his friends following behind him. Jungkook stood there, feeling like his heart was pounding in his ears. He had done it. He had flirted with Jimin, awkwardly, sure, but still, he had done it. And despite how out of his depth he felt, there was something in Jimin’s smile that made him think he might not have completely messed it up.

Jungkook turned away with a goofy grin on his face, his heart soaring. The next time they talked, he’d be ready. He would be even better. And Jimin… Jimin would be impressed.

***

The next Quidditch match was just around the corner, this time, Gryffindor was facing off against Ravenclaw. Jungkook was already buzzing with excitement. Not just because it was another chance to show off his skills on the broomstick, but because he had a little something extra on his mind. He was determined to keep his promise to Jimin. The teasing, playful banter from their last interaction had only fueled his desire to impress him even more.

He knew he had to do better this time, to stand out and make Jimin notice him in a way that wasn’t just fleeting or casual. The last time they’d spoken, Jimin’s teasing smile had left Jungkook more determined than ever to win his attention, and now, the entire school would be watching. It was his chance to really show off.

As the match began, Jungkook was a whirlwind of motion on his broom. He zipped around the pitch with precision, his eyes constantly scanning for the Snitch. But even with his focus on the game, his thoughts kept drifting back to Jimin, who was sitting up in the stands with his friends, his gaze occasionally flicking down to the field.

The crowd was loud with excitement, but Jungkook barely noticed. He had one goal in mind: impress Jimin.

Every time he flew past the stands, he made sure to make a grand show of it, flipping, twisting, and darting across the sky as if to get Jimin’s attention. Every time he saw Jimin’s eyes flicker in his direction, he would give a flashy wink or a grin, hoping to leave a lasting impression.

But Jimin, ever the mystery, was unfazed. He would raise an eyebrow, maybe chuckle, but didn’t break his stoic composure. His playful gaze, however, never fully left Jungkook. The challenge was there in Jimin’s eyes: impress me more .

And Jungkook wasn’t about to back down.

The match was nearing its climax when he finally spotted it, the Snitch. It glinted gold under the midday sun, just waiting for him to swoop in and grab it. His heart raced, and he shot off toward it with all the speed he could muster.

As he sped across the pitch, a plan started to form in his mind. He needed to do something bold, something outrageous, something that would make Jimin take notice.

With the Snitch only inches away, Jungkook’s heart pounded in his chest, but his mind was locked on one goal: making Jimin’s attention his.

The crowd gasped as Jungkook stretched out his arm, his fingers brushing against the tiny golden ball. With a final, swift movement, he caught it, securing Gryffindor's victory in the match. The stadium erupted into cheers, but Jungkook was already looking up at the stands. His eyes immediately found Jimin’s.

Without missing a beat, he yelled over the roar of the crowd, his voice loud and clear, "Jimin! I caught the Snitch! Now go on a date with me!"

For a brief moment, the entire pitch seemed to fall silent, as if everyone was waiting for Jimin’s reaction. The playful, cocky smirk on Jungkook’s face quickly turned into a wide, hopeful grin. He had just shouted that in front of everyone, he was completely laying it all out there.

From the stands, Jimin’s gaze locked onto him, and Jungkook held his breath, waiting. For a moment, Jimin didn’t say anything, but then the Slytherin’s lips curled into that signature playful smile. He leaned forward slightly, his voice cutting through the sudden silence.

"You caught the Snitch, huh?" Jimin called out, his tone mocking in the most charming way. "Nice work. But you know," he paused, letting the words linger, "if you want me to go on a date with you, you’re going to have to impress me a lot more than that."

The challenge was there in his voice, his words teasing but still playful. The entire stadium waited for Jungkook’s response, the tension hanging thick in the air.

Jungkook’s grin didn’t falter, though his heart was racing even faster now. This was it. The ultimate test. He couldn’t back down.

"I’ll impress you, Jimin," he yelled back, his voice unwavering. "I’ll show you I can do a lot more than catch a Snitch!" He was determined now. He would keep going, keep proving himself until Jimin finally saw him for the kind of guy he was, fun, confident, and, most importantly, worthy of his attention.

Jimin simply raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. He leaned back slightly in his seat, crossing his arms. "I’ll be waiting for something better, then," he called out. "Show me what else you’ve got, Jungkook."

And with that, the playful back-and-forth ended, but Jungkook knew he couldn’t stop there. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

As he descended to the ground, still clutching the Snitch, his thoughts were racing. I’ve got to step it up. I’ve got to do something even bigger next time . Jimin had thrown down the gauntlet, and Jungkook was determined to pick it up.

The crowd continued to cheer as he landed, his teammates rushing to congratulate him, but all Jungkook could think about was how Jimin’s smile had made his heart race. That smile… that challenge… It meant he was on the right track. Jimin was playing hard to get, but Jungkook was used to that. It only made him want to try harder.

***

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, and Jungkook was hanging out with his usual group of friends, Namjoon, Jin, Hoseok, and a few others, at one of their favorite spots near the Gryffindor common room. They were lounging around, talking about everything and nothing, with snacks scattered all over the table and the sound of idle chatter filling the air. Jungkook was feeling particularly relaxed, and for the first time in a while, his mind wasn’t consumed with the pressures of Quidditch or his schoolwork. It was a peaceful day.

But, of course, that peace was short-lived.

As if on cue, the doors to the common room opened, and in walked Jimin, his presence impossible to ignore. He was flanked by his usual companions: Taehyung, with his wild, carefree energy, and Yoongi, the ever-mysterious Slytherin who seemed to say as little as possible while still exuding a certain quiet intensity. They were talking amongst themselves, but the moment Jungkook laid eyes on Jimin, his entire focus zeroed in on the Slytherin.

Jimin moved through the room with a fluid grace that took Jungkook's breath away. He was laughing at something Taehyung had said, his eyes sparkling with amusement, and Jungkook could feel his heart rate pick up just from the sight of him. His thoughts were immediately flooded with everything he’d been feeling for the past few weeks, the way Jimin had teased him, the way he’d challenged him, and the way he seemed completely unfazed by Jungkook’s flirty attempts.

Jungkook couldn’t help himself. He had to do something, anything, to grab Jimin’s attention again. He stood up a little too quickly, knocking over a few of the snacks on the table in his eagerness.

Namjoon shot him a questioning glance but didn't say anything. He knew exactly what was going on. The others were equally aware of Jungkook’s infatuation with Jimin, though they had learned not to bring it up too often, especially when Jungkook was in one of his puppy-dog moods.

Jungkook’s eyes never left Jimin as he made his way toward their group, and when he was close enough, Jungkook flashed a bright, confident grin.

"Hey, Jimin," he said, his voice a little too eager, though he couldn’t help it. He’d been thinking about this moment all week, trying to come up with the perfect way to impress him.

Jimin glanced over at him, an eyebrow raised in mild surprise. His lips curled into a small, teasing smile as he leaned against the doorframe, looking effortlessly casual. "Jungkook," he greeted, his voice smooth, his eyes flicking over to the others, but not giving Jungkook the full attention he was desperately craving.

"I was just thinking," Jungkook began, moving a little closer to Jimin, "you’ve got to stop being so distracting in the stands. I can’t concentrate on the match with you looking so good up there."

He dropped the line with a wink, trying his best to sound smooth and confident, but the flustered look on his face betrayed him. He caught a glimpse of Namjoon shaking his head with a smirk, clearly amused by the whole scene.

Jimin tilted his head slightly, clearly fighting the urge to laugh. "Oh? So now I’m distracting you, huh?" He leaned forward just a bit, crossing his arms over his chest, and Jungkook could have sworn the smirk on his lips was almost too knowing. "I didn’t realize my presence had that effect on you, Jungkook."

Jungkook’s heart skipped, and he pushed forward, trying harder to make an impression. He stepped a little closer, now only a few inches away from Jimin, and placed a hand lightly on the back of his neck, as though trying to ease the nervous energy that was building inside him. "What can I say?" he replied with a soft laugh. "I guess I just can’t help myself when you look so... irresistible."

He could feel his palms starting to sweat, but he kept his composure, eyes locked on Jimin’s, waiting for a reaction.

Jimin’s expression remained calm, though his lips quirked up ever so slightly at the corners. "You’re pretty bold for someone who can barely keep their cool," he said dryly, a teasing note in his voice. "I can’t tell if you’re actually trying to impress me or if you just enjoy making a fool of yourself."

Jungkook's grin only grew wider, the playful energy between them making his pulse race. "Is it working? Do you find it impressive, Jimin?" he asked, his voice dripping with charm, though the underlying nervousness was still there. He wasn’t going to let up. Not when he was so close.

Taehyung, who had been watching the exchange with a smirk, leaned in from behind Jimin and nudged him with his shoulder. "Careful, Jimin," he said loudly, glancing over at Jungkook. "If you keep teasing him, he might just ask you out right here in front of everyone."

Jimin shot a look at Taehyung, clearly amused by the comment, but he didn’t let himself laugh. He was playing it cool, as always. "I’d like to see him try," he responded, his eyes shifting back to Jungkook, who, for once, felt like he was in over his head.

Jungkook wasn’t going to back down. He wasn’t going to let Jimin think he could get away with being so effortlessly aloof. "You’re on, Jimin," he said, a grin tugging at his lips. "I’ll keep trying until you say yes. And trust me, I’m just getting started."

Jimin gave him a sideways glance, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Oh, I’m sure you are. But you’re going to have to do a lot better than that to impress me," he said, voice calm, but the playful challenge was evident.

Jungkook, now more determined than ever, took a step back, nodding slowly as he gathered his thoughts. "Don’t worry," he said confidently. "You’ll see. I’ve got plenty of tricks up my sleeve."

Jimin chuckled softly, but there was something in his eyes, something intrigued, something impressed, that Jungkook definitely hadn’t missed. "You’re persistent, I’ll give you that," Jimin said, his voice light but still with that cool edge. "But persistence doesn’t win me over. You’ll have to do a lot more to catch my attention."

Taehyung, unable to resist, grinned and chimed in. "Good luck with that, Jungkook," he said, half-teasing, half-encouraging. "He’s a tough one to impress."

Jungkook smiled, unfazed by the challenge. "I’m up for it," he said confidently, glancing at Jimin again. "Just wait and see. One way or another, I’ll win you over."

Jimin shrugged nonchalantly, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. "We’ll see, won’t we?" he replied, his voice light and teasing.

Jungkook stood there for a moment, still beaming with that determination in his chest, his heart racing just a little faster at the thought of impressing Jimin.

This wasn’t over yet. Far from it.

As Jimin and his friends made their way toward the exit, Jungkook felt a thrill rush through him. It was only a matter of time before he’d make Jimin see that he was more than just the goofy, eager Gryffindor. He would show him that there was more to him than met the eye.

***

It was the crisp, chilly afternoon just a few days before the Christmas Ball, and Hogwarts was buzzing with excitement. Students were busy making preparations for the biggest social event of the year, an event that was less about the formal dances and more about getting to enjoy the company of friends, showing off their dancing skills, and, of course, asking someone special to be their date. The air was thick with whispered conversations about who was going with who, who was planning to make a grand entrance, and who might be lucky enough to get a date.

Jungkook, though, wasn’t concerned about any of that. His mind was entirely focused on one person.

Jimin.

He had been working up the courage for days, trying to figure out the perfect moment to ask him. He had been pacing in his dorm, practicing in front of the mirror, figuring out how best to phrase it so he wouldn't make a fool of himself, again. He had to get this right. After all, the Christmas Ball was the perfect opportunity to show Jimin he wasn’t just some goofy Gryffindor with a puppy-dog crush.

He had his plan. He’d wait until Jimin was out of his classes, away from his friends, and then he’d ask, sweet, simple, confident.

And so, it was the moment Jimin stepped out of the Slytherin common room, a few books tucked under his arm, his hair messy from the day’s classes, that Jungkook found himself standing in front of him, heart pounding. He had been pacing nearby, waiting for this exact moment. He took a deep breath, and before he could lose his nerve, he stepped in front of Jimin with a beaming grin.

"Hey, Jimin!" Jungkook said, his voice just a little too eager, but he couldn’t help it. He was excited. "Got a second?"

Jimin stopped, looking up at him with a mild raised eyebrow, clearly surprised to see him standing there. The corner of his lips twitched, clearly trying to suppress the smirk that was threatening to break out. "Jungkook?" he asked, his voice light and amused, but with an air of curiosity. "What’s up?"

Jungkook squared his shoulders, trying his best to look cool and collected. He couldn’t show how nervous he felt, even if his heart was thundering in his chest. This was it. The moment. "Well, I’ve been thinking about the Christmas Ball," he started, glancing around quickly to make sure they weren’t interrupted by the usual crowd. "And, uh... I was wondering if you’d like to go with me?"

There it was. Out in the open. His face flushed slightly, but he couldn’t stop smiling, despite the anticipation building in his chest. He was waiting for Jimin’s answer, his entire being focused on the boy in front of him.

For a moment, there was silence. Jimin blinked, his expression unreadable, before that playful smile finally tugged at his lips. He leaned in slightly, his voice teasing as he responded.

"You want me to go to the ball with you?" Jimin repeated, his tone light but laced with amusement. "And why should I say yes, exactly?"

Jungkook blinked, surprised by the question, but he didn’t let his grin fade. He had expected this, kind of. He knew Jimin had a way of keeping things casual, always making him work a little harder for his approval. "Well, you know," Jungkook said, trying to sound casual but clearly unable to hide his excitement, "I think you’d have a pretty good time. Plus, I’d be honored to have you as my date." He felt his face warm again, but he tried to play it cool.

Jimin chuckled softly, a sound that made Jungkook’s heart race. "You really think you’ve got what it takes to impress me, don’t you?" he said, his voice playful but with a hint of something else, something that made Jungkook’s stomach flip. "You’ve got to do better than that, though. I don’t think I’m convinced yet."

Jungkook’s grin faltered for just a split second, but he quickly regained his confidence. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice a little more animated now. "I’m asking you to the Christmas Ball. What more do you need?"

Jimin raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying this. "Well, first of all," he began, his gaze shifting to meet Jungkook’s with a playful, almost challenging look, "you could try being a little more creative. A little more... convincing." He shrugged nonchalantly, as though he wasn’t the least bit fazed by Jungkook’s attempts. "But I mean, if you want to take me out, you’ll have to try harder than that."

Jungkook’s heart sank for a split second, but then a fire lit inside him. If Jimin wanted more, then he’d give him more. He couldn’t back down now. Not when he was so close. Not when he had already put his feelings out there.

"Alright," Jungkook said with a determined grin, "you want me to try harder? You’ve got it."

Jimin gave him a knowing look, clearly enjoying the challenge. "You better," he replied, his smile teasing but still unreadable. "I’m not one to settle for half-hearted efforts."

Jungkook let out a small laugh, feeling a surge of energy rush through him. "Trust me, Jimin," he said with a playful wink, "when I’m done, you won’t be able to say no."

Jimin’s eyes twinkled with amusement, but he shrugged in that nonchalant way he did so well. "We’ll see about that, won’t we?"

With that, Jimin began to walk away, leaving Jungkook standing there with a flushed face and a grin that refused to fade. He couldn’t believe it. He had just been rejected, kind of, but it wasn’t the crushing rejection he had feared. No, Jimin was playing with him. Challenging him. It was exactly what Jungkook had expected from the Slytherin.

***

The Astronomy Tower was quiet as the cool night air breezed through the open windows, the dim glow of the stars above casting a soft light over the three students standing near the edge. Jimin, Yoongi, and Taehyung were lounging casually, their gazes drifting to the sky, the conversation flowing lazily between them.

Jimin had been unusually quiet for the past few minutes, his thoughts far from the peaceful surroundings of the Tower. His mind kept wandering back to Jungkook. It had been days since Jungkook had asked him to the Christmas Ball, and though Jimin had teased him about needing to "try harder," the truth was... well, Jimin was still processing. Jungkook’s puppy-like enthusiasm, the sincerity in his eyes, and his constant efforts to impress him had left an impression, even if he was trying hard not to let it show.

Yoongi, the observant one, seemed to notice the shift in Jimin’s mood and raised an eyebrow. "You’ve been a little quiet, Jimin," he remarked, leaning back against the stonewall of the tower. "You thinking about our favorite Gryffindor again?"

Jimin didn’t immediately respond, his gaze still fixed on the stars. He knew Yoongi was referring to Jungkook, and for some reason, that made his chest feel tight. "I’m not thinking about him," he muttered, even though he wasn’t sure he believed himself.

Taehyung, who had been watching Jimin carefully, let out a soft chuckle. "It’s obvious you’re thinking about him," he teased, grinning widely. "You’ve got that look on your face. You know, the one where you’re trying not to care, but you clearly do."

Jimin rolled his eyes, though his lips twitched upward in spite of himself. "I don’t know what you’re talking about," he replied, though his tone lacked its usual sharpness. "I just, he's... persistent. That’s all."

Yoongi’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "Persistent, huh?" He pushed himself off the wall and walked over to where Jimin was standing. "I think he might be in over his head."

Taehyung leaned in with a mischievous grin. "Maybe you should take pity on him," he suggested. "I mean, he’s clearly trying so hard. Do you really want to leave him hanging?"

Jimin shot both of them a look, but it was hard to stay annoyed with them. Yoongi’s teasing was never malicious, and Taehyung’s playful nature always made it impossible to stay upset for long. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, but the truth was, they had a point. Jungkook had been relentlessly trying to impress him, and while it was undeniably amusing, there was something endearing about it.

Just then, the faint sound of something whooshing through the air cut through the quiet, and Jimin's eyes widened when he saw a figure coming toward the Astronomy Tower, flying on a broomstick.

Jungkook.

He was zipping through the air on his broomstick with the grace of someone who was born to be on it, his black robes trailing behind him like a shadow. Jimin hadn’t expected him to come here, let alone in such dramatic fashion, but Jungkook had a habit of surprising him in ways that made him hard to ignore.

Jimin blinked, trying to hide his amusement, and Yoongi and Taehyung exchanged looks as they saw Jungkook’s approach.

As Jungkook flew closer, he pulled out his wand, twirling it expertly in the air. He had an almost playful glint in his eyes, and Jimin had to admit, he looked pretty impressive up there, despite the ridiculousness of it all.

Jimin watched as Jungkook’s wand flicked through the air, drawing sparkling lines that shimmered in the night sky. At first, Jimin wasn’t sure what he was doing, but then the words began to appear in bright, swirling light:

GO ON A DATE WITH ME.
LET'S GO TO THE BALL TOGETHER.

Jimin couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped his lips. The display was so over the top, so Jungkook, it was hard not to be impressed, even if he didn’t show it on his face.

Yoongi was the first to break the silence, letting out a low whistle. "Okay, I’ll give him this one. That was… creative."

Taehyung laughed, his voice light. "He really knows how to make a grand entrance, huh? This guy’s dedication is something else."

Jimin stood there, arms crossed, but he couldn’t hide the amused glint in his eyes. Jungkook had certainly gone all out. His heart was thumping a little faster than usual, but he wasn’t about to let Jungkook think he was winning just yet.

"Jungkook," Jimin called out, his voice carrying easily through the air as Jungkook hovered on his broomstick, waiting for Jimin’s response. "You really think this is going to impress me?"

Jungkook’s eyes lit up, his smile widening. "Is it working?" he asked, almost breathlessly, though he was trying to play it cool.

Jimin smirked, trying not to let his heart race too much at the sight of the Gryffindor in front of him, looking so eager, so excited. "You’re getting closer," he said, his tone teasing but not unkind. "But not quite there yet."

Jungkook’s eyes sparkled with determination. "So... what do I need to do to convince you?" he asked, leaning in slightly, hovering just out of reach. "I can do more if that’s what it takes."

Jimin’s expression softened for a moment, though he quickly masked it with another playful challenge. "Alright, how about this," he said, leaning against the stone railing of the tower, crossing his arms. "If you can catch the Snitch the quickest, I’ll think about it."

Jungkook’s face lit up as though he had just been handed a victory. He nodded eagerly, his grip on his broomstick tightening. "Deal!" he said without hesitation, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "I’ll catch it before you can blink, Jimin."

Jimin raised an eyebrow, his voice still light. "We’ll see about that, won’t we?" He glanced over at Taehyung and Yoongi, who were both watching with amused smiles. "You heard him, right? He has to catch it first."

Yoongi chuckled under his breath. "He’s not going to back down, is he?" he asked Taehyung, who was watching Jungkook with an affectionate grin.

"Nope," Taehyung replied, clearly entertained by the entire exchange. "He’s got this whole puppy-dog energy. No way he’ll let this go."

Jimin turned his gaze back to Jungkook, who was now flying higher in preparation, clearly revving himself up for the challenge. The excitement in his eyes was undeniable, and though Jimin kept his face impassive, he couldn’t help but feel a little impressed. Jungkook was serious about this, and there was something about the determination in his gaze that made Jimin’s heart flutter, despite himself.

"Alright," Jimin said, finally relenting. "Let’s see if you can catch it first."

With a final glance at his friends, Jimin allowed himself to enjoy the moment. Jungkook was more than just persistent. He was trying, really trying. And whether he admitted it or not, Jimin was starting to feel something shift inside him. He couldn’t deny that Jungkook had impressed him, he just wasn’t ready to admit it out loud yet.

"Bring it on, then," Jimin murmured under his breath, his lips curving into a small, knowing smile. "Let’s see what you’ve got, Jungkook."

***

The atmosphere in the stadium was electric. The crowd’s cheers were deafening as the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff teams flew through the air, chasing the elusive Snitch. The match had been fierce, with both teams playing exceptionally well, but all eyes were on Jungkook, the Gryffindor Seeker. It was clear he was closing in on the Snitch, his concentration unwavering, his movements fluid and confident. Jimin sat in the stands, feeling a flutter of excitement in his chest. He had promised to watch, and despite himself, he was getting swept up in the thrill of it all.

Jimin’s gaze never left Jungkook. His heart pounded in his chest, and he could hardly keep himself from standing up and cheering, but he held back, leaning forward in his seat, a small smile tugging at his lips. The idea that Jungkook could win, that he might catch the Snitch and finally impress him enough to get a yes, was an exciting thought.

Jimin was waiting for the moment. He had told Jungkook he would consider going on a date with him if he caught the Snitch first. The anticipation was building, and as the match neared its climax, Jimin was practically on the edge of his seat. He couldn’t wait to see Jungkook's reaction when he finally succeeded.

The Snitch darted around the field, its golden wings flashing as it taunted the players, but Jungkook was right on its tail. He was so close, Jimin could almost see the grin that would spread across his face when he caught it. The crowd erupted in cheers as Jungkook reached for it, his hand outstretched.

But then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed.

A bludger, hit with terrifying precision, streaked through the air, aimed directly at Jungkook. Before he could react, it slammed into his head with a sickening thud. The crowd gasped as Jungkook’s body jerked violently, his broom swaying uncontrollably beneath him. He toppled from the air, crashing to the ground with a loud thud.

Jimin’s heart stopped. His breath caught in his throat as he watched Jungkook crumple to the ground, the force of the blow knocking him unconscious. There was a brief moment of stunned silence in the stadium before the shouts and gasps filled the air. Jimin didn’t hear them. All he could hear was the frantic pounding of his own heart as his mind raced.

He stood up, his legs shaking, barely aware of the people around him. All the excitement that had been building in his chest evaporated, replaced by a cold, gnawing concern. He didn’t care about the match anymore. He didn’t care about the Snitch. Jungkook was hurt.

Without thinking, Jimin bolted from the stands, not waiting for anyone to stop him. His feet hit the ground, and he was running, faster than he’d ever run before, his eyes fixed on the figure of Jungkook lying motionless on the grass.

His friends, Taehyung, Yoongi, and the rest, were shouting at him, but Jimin couldn’t hear them. He didn’t hear anything except the sound of his own breath, his pulse pounding in his ears. He was already kneeling beside Jungkook before anyone could catch up to him.

"Jungkook!" Jimin’s voice was sharp, panicked, as he gently shook his friend’s shoulder, hoping for some sign that he was okay. But Jungkook remained still, his face pale, his eyes closed. Blood dripped slowly from a cut on his temple, his broom lying abandoned nearby.

Jimin’s hands shook as he pressed his fingers against Jungkook’s neck, feeling for a pulse. He could barely breathe. He could feel it, the pulse was there, weak but steady, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to heal him. He needed to make sure he was okay.

He muttered a quick spell under his breath, his hands glowing as he cast a healing charm over the wound on Jungkook’s head. The blood stopped, the skin began to mend, and the bruise faded, leaving no trace of the injury. Jimin’s heart still raced, but the immediate danger was gone.

But Jungkook didn’t wake up.

Jimin hovered over him, his breath uneven, his heart still pounding with worry. "Jungkook," he whispered again, his voice softer this time, trying to coax him awake. But there was no response. His brows furrowed in concern, and for the first time, Jimin allowed himself to feel the full weight of his anxiety. It wasn’t just that Jungkook had been hurt, it was the overwhelming fear that he might not wake up.

He felt a presence beside him, and when he looked up, he saw Yoongi and Taehyung arriving. Yoongi’s expression was hard to read, but there was concern in his eyes as he crouched down beside Jimin.

"You did what you could," Yoongi said quietly, his voice calm but firm. He glanced at the unconscious Jungkook. "He needs to get to the hospital wing. We can’t waste time here."

Taehyung, always the optimist, placed a hand on Jimin’s shoulder, his face serious. "Yoongi’s right. You did all you could. Now we need to get him to Madame Pomfrey."

Jimin nodded, his jaw clenched as he carefully cradled Jungkook’s head in his lap. His worry was palpable, his mind racing with thoughts of what could have happened, of what might still happen. The match didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except getting Jungkook help.

Without another word, Yoongi and Taehyung helped lift Jungkook gently, their actions swift but careful. Jimin stayed close, his heart aching as he kept a watchful eye on Jungkook’s still form. As they made their way toward the hospital wing, the sound of the crowd’s cheers began to fade behind them, and all Jimin could focus on was getting Jungkook to safety.

When they finally reached the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey was already waiting, her eyes sharp with concern. She quickly ushered them inside and began to take over, expertly examining Jungkook and making sure he was stable.

Jimin stood by, his arms crossed tightly as he watched Madame Pomfrey work, his mind still racing. He couldn’t shake the image of Jungkook falling from the air, couldn’t erase the feeling of helplessness that had gripped him in those moments.

It wasn’t until much later, when the adrenaline had finally worn off and the night had fallen quiet, that Jimin found himself sitting beside Jungkook’s bed. The healers had assured him that Jungkook was going to be okay, that the worst was over, but Jimin wasn’t ready to let go of the tension in his chest just yet.

He glanced over at Jungkook, who was still unconscious, and for the first time in a long while, Jimin allowed himself to feel the full weight of what this all meant.

He wasn’t just concerned for Jungkook because of the promise he had made about the date. No, it was something more. Something deeper.

Jimin sat there for a while longer, his fingers absently tracing the edge of Jungkook’s hand, before he let out a long, quiet sigh.

He didn’t know what was going to happen next, but for the first time, he wasn’t sure he cared. Jungkook was his friend, no, more than that. And Jimin was determined to be there for him, whatever it took.

***

Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open, the dim lighting of the hospital wing greeting him with an overwhelming sense of disorientation. His head was throbbing, his body heavy, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure where he was. As his senses slowly returned to him, he realized he was lying in one of the beds in the hospital wing, a soft, rhythmic beeping coming from a nearby monitor.

A familiar voice broke through his haze, and he turned his head slightly, focusing on Madame Pomfrey, who was standing at the side of his bed, looking over a few notes.

“Ah, good, you’re awake,” she said, her tone kind but firm. “You gave us quite the scare there, young man.” She gave him a look, clearly a mixture of relief and a hint of frustration. “That bludger to the head, if it weren’t for Jimin healing you, I don’t know how bad it could have been.”

Jungkook blinked, still trying to process the events. “Jimin… healed me?”

Madame Pomfrey nodded, adjusting the blankets around him. “Yes, he did. He was the one who took charge after you fell, did some quick healing before I could get to you. You’ve been out for a little while, but I’ve kept you asleep for a bit to make sure you didn’t have any lingering effects from the hit.”

She glanced toward the door, and Jungkook’s eyes followed her gaze as she added, “I barely managed to keep your friends from bursting in here to check on you. They were incredibly worried.”

At that, Jungkook felt his heart race a little faster. He knew his friends were probably waiting outside, and he hadn’t even gotten the chance to fully process everything that had happened. His thoughts were still scattered, but one thing was clear, he needed to see them.

“Can… can they come in?” Jungkook asked, his voice barely above a whisper, still thick with exhaustion.

Madame Pomfrey smiled at him, though there was a glint of amusement in her eyes. “I’m sure they’re anxious enough, so yes. I’ll let them in.”

Before she could even finish her sentence, the door to the hospital wing swung open with a dramatic flair, and Jimin burst in, his eyes immediately landing on Jungkook. Behind him, Namjoon, Jin, Hoseok, Taehyung, and Yoongi quickly followed, all of them with a mixture of concern etched across their faces.

Jimin’s gaze locked with Jungkook’s, and for a split second, Jungkook swore he saw something flicker there, something like relief, though Jimin quickly masked it with a smirk.

“You’re awake, finally,” Jimin said, his voice light, but there was an undertone of something more, something Jungkook couldn’t quite place.

Namjoon was the first to speak after that, his voice full of concern. “You had us worried, kid. You took quite a hit there. How are you feeling?”

Jungkook smiled weakly, though it was more of a grimace than anything. “I’m okay. My head hurts a bit, but… I’ll be fine.”

“Don’t scare us like that again,” Jin chimed in, his usual cheerfulness replaced with a rare serious tone. He walked over to Jungkook’s side and ruffled his hair, causing Jungkook to chuckle softly despite the pain in his head. “You really had me panicking for a second.”

Hoseok gave him a playful shove. “Stop being such a drama queen, Jin. The kid’s awake, and that’s all that matters.”

Yoongi, who had been standing in the back of the group with his arms crossed, eyed Jungkook carefully. His usual stoic expression softened just a touch. “You should be more careful. That bludger wasn’t just a bump on the head. You’re lucky it wasn’t worse.”

Taehyung, ever the one to keep things light, grinned at Jungkook. “I’d say you made quite the impact on the pitch, but it seems the bludger had a bigger impact on you, huh?”

Jungkook let out a tired laugh, but it was clear from the way his body relaxed that he appreciated his friends’ concern. However, his attention quickly returned to Jimin, who was standing a little apart from the group, his arms crossed as he observed the scene quietly.

Jimin met his gaze again, and Jungkook could feel his heart race just a little faster. He didn’t know what it was about Jimin, but the guy had a way of making everything feel intense, even when he wasn’t trying to.

“How did you manage to heal me?” Jungkook asked, his voice soft. “I remember the hit, but I don’t remember anything after that.”

Jimin’s lips quivered into a small, knowing smile, though his expression remained cool. “I guess I just have a knack for keeping you in one piece,” he replied, his voice casual. The group went quiet for a moment, all of them turning their attention to Jimin. It was clear they were waiting for more of an explanation, but Jimin didn’t offer much. Instead, he glanced at Jungkook with a teasing gleam in his eyes. “I couldn’t let you off the hook that easily,” he said. “You’ve been trying so hard to impress me, after all.”

“I am,” Jungkook said with a grin, his voice playful. “The snitch was  nearly in my hands, Jimin. I was so close.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow, his smile widening. “Close, huh? But not quite there. And then that bludger... well, it certainly put a stop to your plans.” Jimin’s lips curled into a mischievous grin, his eyes sparkling as he leaned in slightly, his voice low and teasing. “You know what, Jungkook,” he said, his words deliberate and playful, “I think worked hard enough to impress me. So, how about this?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, his heart skipping a beat as he leaned forward, eager to hear what Jimin would say next. “What? I, I’ll do anything, Jimin. Just name it!”

Jimin’s smirk deepened, clearly enjoying the way Jungkook was practically vibrating with excitement. “I’ll let you take me out on your date.” Then, Jimin’s expression turned serious, eyes shining as he whispered, “I have to be honest Jungkook, I was fond of you the moment I saw you, this rejecting you and asking you to try harder, I was simply enjoying your chase. But now, I just want to go on a date with you.”

Jungkook’s heart soared as his mouth went dry. He couldn’t believe it. A date? With Jimin? This was everything he had been dreaming of. His hands practically shook with excitement as he tried to mask the sheer joy that was coursing through him. “I, are you serious? Jimin, I, of course, I, I’ll do whatever it takes! I would follow you to hell if you asked me!”

Jungkook was practically buzzing with excitement. His chest felt tight with anticipation, and every inch of him was glowing with happiness. The simple fact that Jimin had even said the word date had his world turning on its axis.

And then, before he could respond, Jimin leaned in just enough that Jungkook felt the warmth of his breath on his cheek. Without warning, Jimin placed a soft, chaste kiss there, a simple, quick peck that had Jungkook’s heart racing all over again.

Jungkook’s face turned a deep shade of red, and he felt like he might melt into the bed. His hands fidgeted at his sides, unable to process the wave of emotions that were crashing over him. It was a kiss that could mean everything, and yet, it felt like the world had shifted with that small gesture.

Jimin pulled back, his smile both teasing and genuine, before standing straight. “I’ll be waiting, Jungkook,” he said lightly, his voice carrying a hint of finality as he turned to leave. “Make sure to impress me”

Jungkook was left sitting there, dazed, his heart still racing in his chest. He couldn’t stop grinning, the dopey smile spreading across his face as he replayed the moment in his mind. He had been kissed, kissed , by Jimin.

The room fell silent for a moment as his friends stared at him, wide-eyed, and then they erupted into laughter, knowing looks exchanged between them. Namjoon was the first to break the silence, chuckling softly. “Well, that’s one way to leave an impression.”

Jin grinned, his voice filled with fond amusement. “I think you’re going to need a bucket of water to cool down, Kook.”

Hoseok was grinning ear to ear. “Who knew you would be the one successful to take The Jimin out on a date.”

Taehyung added with a teasing laugh, “Maybe you should ask him out every day now, just to be sure” and followed Jimin out.

Jungkook couldn’t even answer them. He just sat there, staring off into space with a blissed-out grin plastered across his face. He couldn’t help it, his heart was still pounding, and every part of him felt like he was floating. Jimin had kissed him. He had touched his cheek like that, and the mere thought of it made him feel as if he were walking on air.

“I... I think I’m going to be on cloud nine for the rest of my life,” Jungkook mumbled, his voice barely a whisper, as if he were speaking to himself.

His friends exchanged knowing glances, all of them sharing a quiet understanding of what this moment meant. They’d seen Jungkook go through the motions, trying so hard to impress Jimin, and now, after all that work, it was finally starting to pay off.

Namjoon chuckled softly, clapping Jungkook on the shoulder. “You’ve got this, Kook. Now, just don’t mess it up. Make sure that the date lives up to the hype.”

Jungkook could barely focus on what they were saying. His mind was still racing, and every inch of him was just so happy . He didn’t care about anything else in the world at that moment, only Jimin. Only the fact that, finally, after all his hard work, he had earned a chance to be with him.

And as he sat there, his hand still gently resting on his cheek where Jimin had kissed him, he couldn’t help but think that this was just the beginning. The beginning of something incredible, something he was willing to fight for.

Jimin had given him that chance. And now, it was time for Jungkook to make sure he earned it. ❤️