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The Great hall buzzed with early morning chatter, spoons clinking against bowls, owls flapping overhead as they dropped letters and parcels, some of them smacking students directly in the face with glittery red envelopes.
The hall was loud, to most people it was just breakfast, A casual Monday morning with students coming in and out. Whining about assessments. The torches hadn’t fully brightened yet, and someone had already spilled pink glitter on the floor from god knows what, probably as an up and coming Valentine’s day prank, or some enchanted paper heart gone wrong.
Min Yoongi was sitting at the never-ending dining table, cradling a cup of steaming tea like it was the only thing that bothered him on the mortal plane. He definitely wasn’t much for mornings, but this early bubble of sound and movement before school really woke up, was tolerable.
He sipped his tea slowly, hand’s wrapped around the warm mug, his body curled slightly inward out of habitual way that said talk to me if you are brave or very dumb.
Unfortunately for him, he was surrounded by the three most vibrant and persistent group of people he knew.
Seokjin was fanning himself with that day’s stack of enchanted notes, dramatically reciting them like they were Shakespeare, unbeknownst to the poor soul that wrote them. “Listen to this one, ‘Your eyes sparkle like fluxweed in the moonlight.’ What the hell does that even mean?”
“It means someone definitely failed Herbology and still wants a date.” Hoseok said while wiggling his eyebrows with a mouthful of toast, flashing a stupid grin, Yoongi peers up from his cereal and sighs. Looking at his friend, who’s robes were slightly wrinkled like he’d rolled out of bed and cartwheeled into breakfast, knowing Hoseok, he probably did.
Namjoon didn’t even glance up from his book, lips pressed into a line as he turned a page, meticulously calm, he was the only other Ravenclaw on the table and not that Yoongi didn’t love his friends but Namjoon was probably most like him.
“I don’t know why you’re surprised. Valentine’s Week is a magical descent into madness. And poor grammar.” Namjoon says not even sparing a glance.
“It’s not even Valentine’s Day yet,” Yoongi mutters into his cup. “Why is the air already so pink…”
“Because the fifth-years charmed the ceiling again.” Hoseok says while pointing up. A soft shimmering hue floats around the ceiling with hearts swirling around. “Isn’t it romantic?” The Gryffindor sighs dreamily.
“It’s revolting.” Namjoon corrected and Yoongi nodded his head.
Seokjin grinned. “You say that, but you cried when that sixth-year confessed to you last year.”
“She had a mandrake bouquet.” Namjoon said stiffly. “They were screaming the entire time.”
Yoongi snorted into his mug, eyes still heavy with sleep. “Hey, at least she was original.”
“Unlike Jun-hyung's admirer last year.” Hoseok says slyly.
“Oh, here we go.” Seokjin laid a hand to his chest like a martyr. “The poor boy tried alright? But rhyming ‘destiny’ with ‘cauldron-y’? That was a pure hate crime.”
Min Yoongi just wanted to drink his tea in peace.
“I’m telling you.” Seokjin says while resting his chin dramatically on his hand, “I heard the fifth-years enchanted suits of armour to serenade people this year.”
Namjoon lazily looked up. “That was last year.”
Hoseok crosses his arms “Exactly! They’re repeating ideas, copying me, it’s lazy. Honestly, if someone serenaded me, they’d better do it on a dragon.”
“Hoseok don’t even start.” Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Hyung.” Hoseok starts. Already bouncing beside him, still chewing his toast with jam, “If I get one more anonymous love letter I'm transferring to Durmstrang.”
Yoongi didn’t look up. “You’d be dead in a week.”
“Yeah.” Namjoon said mildly, “They don’t do well with smiling over there.”
“Or Quidditch players who scream, ‘Go Team!’ every time they sneeze.” Seokjin added, sliding into the bench beside Namjoon, he fixes his hair for the 10th time with his robes slightly open like he just woke up from a modelling shoot. “You’re too emotionally cool, Hoseok…It’s why the first-years cry when you hug them.”
“Don’t mock my affection!” Hoseok pouted, licking the jam off his thumb.
Yoongi let the banter float around him like white noise.
“Anyway, I can’t be the only one getting bombarded. Yoongi-hyung, you’ve gotta be drowning in Valentines.”
Yoongi shrugged noncommittally. “I told the owls to throw them in the lake this year, but I still can’t escape…the in person ones.”
“Not even going to read them?” Seokin gasped. “Cruel. Tragic. I weep for the romantics.”
This was his favorite part of his morning, Warm tea, dumb jokes, a bit of silliness.
The sun barely crested over the Black Lake, it glinted through the frosted castle windows, when the doors to the Great Hall creaked open and in strutted Jeon Jungkook, his hair immaculately tousled like it hadn’t taken him twenty minutes in front of a mirror. He moved with a slight bounce in his step, Yoongi thought it looked ridiculous, a scarf was draped loosely over his shoulders.
“Why is he walking like that?” Namjoon sighs. Hoseok grinned from beside him, already preparing to spectate an impending disaster.
“Ten galleons and he starts with a pickup line.” Seokjin yawns, buttering a crumpet lazily.
Yoongi didn’t look up. “I’m not taking that bet.”
“Because you know you’d lose.” Hoseok snorts.
On time, Jungkook stopped directly behind Yoongi, leaning in just a little too close, voice in a low hum. “Did it hurt?”
Yoongi blinked. “Here we go.”
Jungkook grinned while ignoring behind him a gaggle of admirers waiting for him to be done at the Ravenclaw table, presents in hand but Jungkook’s back was completely facing them. “When you fell from the sky cause-.”
Namjoon audibly gagged to cut him off. Seokjin looked like he was gonna stab himself with a spoon. And Hoseok looked delighted.
“I’m eating.” Yoongi says flatly, stirring his tea. “Do you flirt with everyone like this or am I special?” He raises his brows signalling to the fanclub behind him.
“Oh, you’re very special.” Jungkook drawled, sliding into the empty space beside him despite clearly not wanting to eat breakfast or study. “Wouldn’t waste these grade-A lines on just anyone.”
Seokjin whispered. “Grade-F.” under his breath and Hoseok laughed loudly.
“Ignore them.” Jungkook beams “They’re just jealous. I'm the only one brave enough to approach.”
“I'm not cold.” Yoongi frowned but his ears and cheeks were visibly pink, curse his stupid complexion.
“You’re right. You’re so warm and inviting hyung.” Jungkook teased. “Your auro practically screams, ‘cuddle me.’”
Namjoon closed his book with a decisive thud. “This may be my cue to leave.” Hoseok held him back though, “No we must suffer through this together.” Much to the dismay of Namjoon.
Yoongi sighed in between the protests of Namjoon and finally looked back up at Jungkook, sharp feline eyes, perpetually unimpressed, even though the corners of his lips betrayed the faintest tug of amusement. “Don’t you have a Gryffindor table to pretend you belong at?”
“Nope. I belong wherever you are,” Jungkook said smoothly, popping a grape in his mouth like he didn’t just commit verbal warfare.
Seokjin reached for a napkin and waved it like a white flag, “I’m begging you two to stop, ceasefire.”
Yoongi calmly sipped his tea. This had been going on for months.
-
Valentine’s day is up and coming, Jungkook was already bracing himself for the oncoming hellstorm of red and pink. Every corridor at Hogwarts seemed to be slowly infected by hearts and bewitched cherubs flinging fake rose petals over students trying to mind their own damn business.
No, Jungkook is not bitter since he was in fact single, he was just normal. Jungkook loves love as much as the next person but there are only so many pink and red decorations that can be constantly shoved down his throat at every corner he turned before he goes insane.
So no, Jungkook wasn’t bitter. He was just normal, That’s what he told himself anyway.
And not to mention all the gross unconditional PDA he’s going to become a victim of. The couples scattered around the halls of the school and the remainder how dumb love is manifested in giddy teens.
Probably the most and only fun part was watching everyone attempt to sneak those HIGHLY forbidden love potions and getting caught.
Unsurprisingly, this year, Taehyung was amongst those, his rowdy bestfriend.
“Since when did…you need a love potion?” Jungkook sneers
“I don’t” Taehyung rolled his eyes offendedly, glaring at the teacher who rightfully confiscated his poor attempt at the substance. “It wasn’t for me, I don’t need help finding love, have you seen me.” Taehyung then motions his entire person with a big exaggerated arm swoop.
Jungkook can’t help but see a messy brunette wearing the most disheveled shirt possible, and oh god, was his shirt inside out? And that judgment was coming from Jungkook, who always got shit for not following uniform etiquette.
“So then?” Jungkook squints as he’s not in the mood for Taehyung’s theatrics.
“The number of pranks I was going to do, man!” Taehyung cries out and draws attention from the close, wonderful. “It was going to be glorious! I'd do it every year! And every other year to come!” Taehyung says with shiny stars in his eyes like he’s daydreaming about his terrors.
Jungkook is not fooled but this childish demeanor, typical Tae yes, but this does nothing but send down a shiver down his spine, out do last year huh? Jungkook thought the year before was bad but Taehyung really managed to put the world upside down, he had the whole courtyard in disarray which looked something like a horrible soap opera plot.
Taehyung dressed in a shitty cupid costume watching and observing in all his glory the chaos ensuing after giving out flowers that took the form of a bulging rose, which sang a ungodly tune to the victim in question, after which, the victim, promptly trying to flee the onslaught, would then be horrifically chased by said mutated flower which didn’t fail to shut up singing it’s undying love from the sender.
Taehyung of course distributed the peculiar magical flowers as a lovely valentine's day gift to give your special someone, and why trust the man who’s most famous for being a prick and just purchase a regular rose? Jungkook has no clue, no clue that Taehyung had infiltrated the charms classes’ confidential array of practices and undoubtedly made Jungkook an accomplice to his shenanigans by making him watch guard in the dead of night.
And to Jungkook’s defense he was half asleep, promised by Taehyung (Which looking bad should have been an obvious red flag) but nevertheless could not conjure up this insane plan that Taehyung managed to, to which now impresses Jungkook as his best friend is a terrible liar.
If Jungkook could open up that man’s brain he would find one brain cell that bounces around and makes an occasional thought.
God, it makes Jungkook terribly sick to his stomach, the horrified expressions of his classmates and sympathized greatly with the ill-fated people who decided to put their trust into the Kim Taehyung. And the worst of all was Taehyung enjoying every second of it, right up until the end where both him (And unfortunately Jin) who Jungkook distinctively remembers had been let in on the operation as he wanted to put his marketing skills to use and encouraged Taehyung to test the charm method on his collection of beautiful flowers, and maybe he wanted to see how many of these horrid-Taehyung-created-flowers he would receive.
Regrettably for him, Jin managed to weasel his way out by
- Denying his involvement by bringing up being Hufflepuff’s best prefect and whatever talk he decided to prolong with.
- Simply being Kim Seokjin
There was no escape for Jungkook though, he was hardly ever not with Taehyung, for the past 5 years of his Hogwarts life.
Even with all this spacing out, the brunette has not stopped whining, anything but another repeat of last year or potentially worse than last year.
“What exactly did they entail though?” Jungkook scoffs, finally moving towards their next class, not even checking if Taehyung would follow, since he knew he would.
Taehyung’s steps behind him were frantic and heavy, “Imagine this!” He starts.
He starts walking backwards slowly but precisely to keep up with Jungkook’s shorter strides, Jungkook doesn’t question it anymore as he somehow evades the busy rushing hall. He had that look Jungkook knows when he’s about to explain a very stupid idea.
“See all the yucky couples around us right now this year?” Jungkook was already a step ahead with shooting those couples with a disgruntled look as they shamelessly made out against the brick walls, where even were the professors? Taehyung gestures wildly at every couple they pass, from the hand-holders to the full-blown snoggers.
“It’s like everyone hit puberty over the holidays and it’s the bloody Love Olympics.”
“Imagine giving them a love potion and watching them get all pissed because their partners are not as lovey-dovey as they could be? Imagine the drama! The fights!” The great and amazing free entertainment!” Taehyung grinned proudly, tripping at last, after having successfully walked backward an entire corridor. Jungkook makes sure to pull him towards him before he could fall down the gap where their moving staircase was yet to arrive.
But after hearing that, he should’ve let Taehyung fall to his doom. “What if the love potion makes them all gooey enough to get real partners! Get insecure you know? Imagine the chaos- the jealousy- the-!”
“The stupidity.” Jungkook cut flatly as he looked up at his best friend, hands still pulling at his tie, with the most unamused look he could possibly muster.
“So…your genius plan was to make the already sickeningly in love couples…act more sickeningly in love? Really?” Jungkook sighed, letting Taehyung go. “Also you spent money on those potions you dumbass, that would’ve made it paid entertainment.”
He could genuinely see the gears moving behind Taehyung’s eyes as Jungkook’s words set in. Jungkook moved further down the stars before a loud whine could burst his eardrums.
“Well…”
“You, my dear friend, are an idiot.” Jungkook smiles while teasing, snickering at his friend’s pouting face as they make their way to HIstory of Magic class. They didn’t need to rush because, when were they ever on time? But also, their professor would always be, at minimum, ten minutes late. It was super convenient.
Especially when Taehyung got into one of his many moods and would stomp his way all around the school instead of walking like a calm and chill human being.
“Easy for you to say, you’re hot shit.” Taehyung blurts, “Hot shit Jeon Jungkook, The ghosts literally call you ‘Golden boy’ and you were on the Quidditch team before you knew how to tie your own tie. The rest of us try. You just win.”
Jungkook flushes but doesn’t argue, he tugs at his collar. “You make it sound like I asked for any of that.”
“You didn’t. That’s the worst part. Taehyung smiles.
Because he’s right, Jeon Jungkook from Gryffindor was in fact hot shit, he was the hottest thing since hotness. But Jungkook had worked hard, like seriously hard. Behind the trophies and praise were late night overthinking, the pressure as he tried desperately to find something he was good at, which he guesses worked in his favour as he thinks he’s a pretty well rounded person. Don’t even get him started on the pressures from his parents.
Since coming here he’s made quite the name, getting in on the Quidditch team in his first year, (which is where he also happened to meet Yoongi). Become the favourite of every professor, mastered artistry, befriend everyone and every soul (including the ghosts) and become the epitome of a modern Hogwarts legend, not to brag of course.
Since coming to Hogwarts, Jungkook had hardly failed at anything. Well, maybe he’d almost blown his eyebrows off once in Potions and of course his first Quidditch day, but those didn’t count. He was someone who made everything look effortless.
Jungkook and Taehyung met on the Hogwarts Express in their first year, he sticks with his fellow Gryffindor because he barged in his cart asking if someone wanted to be the test dummy for his new trick, Jungkook had initially almost shit his pants but pulled him into his cart to practice giving people twitchy ears. It had been the beginning of a beautiful nightmare. Since then, they’d been quite the dynamic duo at Hogwarts.
“Why do you willingly make your life hard?” Jungkook quirks his brow.
“Well, what would you have done then?” Taehyung furrows his eyebrows like a frustrated toddler, challenging Jungkook to be more creative with his ideas.
Jungkook actually gave it a thought for a second before opening his mouth to Taehyung’s dismay, “Well for starters, I would not have used love potions at all because, ew. Some Veritaserum for drama would be much more efficient and effective.” He coolly pointed out intentional to piss Tae off. Imitating the annoyed face Taehyung was making back at him. “But, if I really had to, playing cupid would probably be funnier? Don’t you think so?” He says before snickering loudly.
Taehyung whimpered back, sounding not all that convinced.
“There are so many people in this school! In our grade alone there’s at the very least a few dozen, that are all acting like idiots because they like someone, imagine getting to lay around with that and sorta be helping them get together? By making them act ridiculous!” Jungkook laughs evilly.
“Don’t ever call me insane ever again.” Taehyung rolls his eyes.
“You can’t hate me for having better ideas.” The younger one playfully pushes into his side as they walk, pausing their conversation, yes he was only a few months younger than Taehyung but sometimes you’ll think Taehyung is a stupid first-year student from the way he acts.
Taehyung shot him a dramatic glare. “You’re lucky you’re pretty.”
“They always fall for the ones who won’t even look their way. That’s not my problem.”
“You’d know a lot about that feeling, wouldn’t you?” Taehyung snorted, eliciting a horrified gaped mouth from Jungkook.
The works hit Jungkook like a bludger to the chest, Jungkook sputtered in embarrassment while looking at his best friend, but all Jungkook saw was a pig, a very evil menace which he managed to glare at with all his might, imagining what type of hex he’d put if he was his best friend, and also lawfully allowed to. Morally he knows he was justified.
“Shut the fuck up” Jungkook snaps and flushes with red before aggressively hitting him with more force to quiet Taehyung’s annoying wheezes from his mortified. expression.
“See?” Taehyung giggles. “Hot boy, cold game.”
“Keep talking and I'm slipping a babbling curse into your breakfast.”
‘You say that every week, Kookie.”
“And I mean it every week.” They continue to bicker as they turn toward their next class, late, loud and completely unbothered.
But as life goes, of course (as if waiting on cue) he walks by them.
Followed by a plethora of singing cupids. Fucking hell.
Taehyung stood beside him in genuine awe. “He already looks like he’s being viciously tortured.” He had yet to stop wheezing and doubling over, gripping his friend’s arm for support like the drama queen he is as he makes fun of Jungkook and he starts it up again,
At the sight of Min Yoongi in all his brooding Ravenclaw glory, blue and black robes flowing on his figure, hair immaculately tousled, that trademark disinterested squint on his face, stalks past as if he hasn’t got a swarm of cupids fluttering after him.
And Valentines day wasn’t even until the weekend, It was currently Monday. This was Jungkook’s personal hell, tailored, embroidered, gift-wrapped with a fucking Min Yoongi ravenclaw-coloured bow. A full seven days early.
This is so great, isn’t it just awesome? Wasn’t Jungkook’s life just the greatest?
He doesn’t breathe, hardly blinks, Doesn’t exist in any human plane of earth. As Yoongi strides past like a tortured prince in some tragically romantic movie completely unbothered.
Jungkook actually wondered what Yoongi was doing around this section of the castle because last he heard ('cause he heard!) he wasn’t some weirdo stalker that knew Yoongi’s school schedule…. Whaaaaaat? Who did that? Who said that? He had charms..or something…who knew, cause it definitely was not Jungkook.
Jungkook stared, of course he stared, he stared at his pale features on his stupid face because his stupid skin was so smooth and the way his stupid eyes squinted and something he didn’t like became little moons and his hair very stupidly woooshed the right way like a goddamn shampoo commercial.
He continued to stare, until Yoongi looked his way and all he could give the dorkiest wave ever recorded in wizard history, because when looking at THE Min Yoongi, you lose your dignity, it gets packed in a suitcase and flung off the astronomy tower.
Yoongi, to his credit, gives a small thoughtful nod before he disappears around the corridor.
To which Taehyung had to basically shove him to their next class.
“Dude.” Taehyung says flatly.
Jungkook is still waving.
“Dude…”
“Don’t.”
“ Dude.” Taehyung snickers
“SHUT-”
“-You waved like you were meeting your fucking grandma at King’s Cross!” Taehyung chokes out between breaks of utter hysteria. “I think one of the cupids saw you and charged the key!”
“I hate you.” Jungkook’s red all the way up to his ears.
“You love him,” Taehyung sing-songs, already halfway up the stairs, skipping every other step like a kid. “Wanna send him a poem? Maybe one of those heart-shaped cards with your initials in sparkly ink?”
Jeon Jungkook does not send love poems, he receives them, but he seriously considers Yoongi. “I hope a cauldron falls on your head.”
Taehyung only grins back at him like a pure menace.
“Taehyung!”
-
The sky was a kind of crisp blue that made you feel like anything was possible. Today at Hogwarts was everyone’s favorite day of the week. It was the qualifying for finals of Quidditch and the pitch had high flying that flapped with Yellow and Red. the streaks of each house dancing alongside the stands. The crowd was electric, students spilling into the stands in house colours, screaming of encouragement already vibrating. It was Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff and neither side was going down easy.
From the Gryffindor stands, Min Yoongi sat with a huddled scarf, his expression wasn’t that of a pleasant one, he was freezing his ass off and it wasn’t even snowing. Hands in his pockets and everytime someone on a broom whizzed past him it gusted a sharp cold air into his face. He claimed he wasn’t really into Quidditch, but no one missed the way his eyes followed one broomstick in particular. Especially not Namjoon apparently, who was seated beside him with his usual perceptive squint.
“You know.” He starts casually, brushing imaginary dust off Yoongi's blue robes. “If you stared any harder, you’d start levitating him yourself.”
Yoongi deigned silence.
Next to them were the yells of Seokjin who was waving a banner along with Taehyung that had been suspiciously enchanted to flash “Go Kookie!” in a glittery gold. “If Gryffindor loses, then i’m not baking for a week,” He declared.
“You can’t threaten the whole school like that.” Yoongi smiles.
“Oh but I can.”
Down below, the players mounted their brooms. Jungkook adjusted his gloves, rolled his shoulders, and right before we prepared to kick-off, tilted his head to look into the Gryffindor stands. His eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on Yoongi.
A tiny grin pulling at his lips.
Yoongi blinked away as quickly as he could and pulled his scarf higher.
The whistle blew and everyone was off.
Their whole friend-group watched as Jungkook shot into the sky like a streak of a comet-fire, his house’s attire certainly playing a role. He effortlessly began weaving through two Hufflepuff beaters who barely had the time to register before he had the damn Quaffle in his hands. Then came the roar from the Gryffindor side. Okay yep, he’s good, Yoongi can admit that.
Jungkook angled his broom downward and cut past the blur of yellow to shoot toward the goal hoops.
“LOOK AT THAT FORM!” Seokjin screamed followed by Jimin’s “GOD MADE HIM ON A GOOD DAY INDEED!”
Yoongi exhaled through his nose so as to not suffocate himself, his muscles tensed so hard everytime Jungkook made a play that Yoongi had to remind himself that he wasn’t even the one playing. His arms were still crossed and he could hear everyone around him cheering, occasionally he heard Namjoon clap loudly or audibly gasp but Yoongi said nothing, His eyes however, never left Jungkook.
Below, the Hufflepuff Keeper was quick, but not quick enough. Jungkook pulled a fake out and swerved right, and scored clean. 10-0
“Jeon scores!”
Taehyung whooped so loud from the opposite end of the pitch it echoed. “Let’s GO baby!”
Jungkook didn’t celebrate right away, He turned his broom mid-air, circling up in the wide sky and peered into their stands again, just briefly.
Yoongi pretends not to notice, Namjoon raises his eyebrows.
The match raged on. Hufflepuff fought hard and managed to slip two goals past Gryffindor’s Keeper, leveling the score. Bludgers were flying dangerously close, and Hoseok, the Gryffindor captain himself and a Beater, was putting in double the effort, batting them away with practiced swings that sent shockwaves through the air.
“Hobi’s on fire right now, someone extinguish him.” Namjoon comments.
“That bat he’s holding is an extension of his ego.” Yoongi replies dryly.
“And yet he wields both gracefully.” Jin sighs.
Midway through the game. The Quaffle passed hands rapidly, Jungkook, then someone else, then back to Jungkook again. He darted through everything like he was born to be there. He was precise, fast and turned his head to smile after scoring again, heart-achingly attractive.
Yoongi blinked hard.
“Stop blinking like you’re in physical pain.” Namjoon says, not bothering to hide his amusement.
“I’m definitely not in pain.” Yoongi rolls his eyes.
“Then what’s that thing your mouth is doing? You almost smiled.” His fellow Ravenclaw teases.
“I’m trying not to vomit at Seokjin’s flag.” And to that Seokjin waved it more enthusiastically.
And down on the pitch, Jungkook kept stealing glances between plays, not long ones, just flickers. Quick little checks which is definitely a step down for him, normally he’s scoring goals left and right while saying: “Min Yoongi you better be watching!”
Yoongi grins though only when he thinks he’s unseen. He sees Jungkook dive lower than he has to, turning toward the Gryffindor stands even when the Quaffle was on the other side of the pitch, and performing his little feints and flourishes just a little extra harder today, Trying to catch someone’s eyes.
As the game drew to its final stretch, tensions rose. The Hufflepuff Seeker had seen the Snitch. So had Gryffindor’s Seeker. A tiny third-year who looked like the wind might blow him off his broom. The entire stadium leaned forward, voices screaming, magic crackling in the air.
But none of that mattered to Jungkook at that moment.
He had the Quaffle again, streaking across the pitch. A Hufflepuff Beater zoomed in, a bit too close for Yoongi’s liking but Jungkook rolled, spinning beneath them and passed it to someone who immediately passed it back to him like it was child’s-play. He started diving through hoops with the ball in his hands.
One last shot
One last goal,
The Quaffle soars and goes straight through the hoop. Just then their Seeker let out a scream, arm raised high, golden wings clasped in their hand.
The pitch explodes into cheers. Gryffindor had won!
The players had all settled down and Taehyung was already running down from the stands and onto the field with such awareness whatsoever, to go and fling his arms around Jungkook. Hoseok whooped as he joined the Gryffindor team in celebration. The red and gold section of the stands were thunderous.
Yoongi, very quietly, let his face morph into a tired smile.
Namjoon caught it. “You’re in trouble.” He says knowingly.
“I’m always in trouble.”
Below, Jungkook was basking in all the attention, he was busy waving to the crowd, getting congrats from teachers and literally a couple dozen people waiting to either tell or give him something. But his eyes flickered toward where his friends were, just enough to search for one face in particular.
And when Yoongi looked back.
Jungkkook was already watching. The younger boy approached him slowly, “You came.” Jungkook says low and breathless from all the excitement, or maybe from Seeing Yoongi in the light of the foggy air.
Yoongi looked into his eyes. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t knowww.” Jungkook drags, teasingly, “You always say you hate Quidditch, right hyung?”
“I do hate Quidditch.” Yoongi says matter-of-factly. “It’s loud and it smells like sweat and grass and inflated egos.”
Jungkook only smirks playfully at that. “Good thing I only smell like two of those.”
That got Yoongi to shoot him a displeased look but his eyes flickering over at the Gryffindor’s flushed cheeks, messy hair and the glint in his eyes that meant trouble.
“You’re insufferable.” Yoongi muttered. “And yet.” Jungkook says, stepping even closer, “You watched the whole game.”
Yoongi tries not to let Jungkook’s bold actions have a physical effect on him, their height difference is really not preferable right now with Jungkook’s broad frame looming over him.
He shrugs, like he hadn’t been caught red-handed. “Namjoon dragged me.”
“You saw my first goal, right?”
“I saw you nearly get knocked out by a Bludger.” He scoffs.
“And yet I didn’t” He beams, “And, I scored twice.”
“Yes I was there. It happened not even ten minutes ago, you seem very impressed with yourself.”
“Well, someone has to be.” Jungkook's face screamed pure mischief right now, “Unless…were you?”
Yoongi looked back at him before taking a step further and closing their gap with hardly a foot to spare. “What Jeon?” He says under his breath and Jungkook’s eye’s blow wide as he feel’s Yoongi’s breath tingle his skin.
He stands on business quickly. “Were you impressed?”
“God it’s impossible with you.” Yoongi deigns disappointment
“Maybe. But I still saw you smile when I scored.”
“You imagined that.”
“I really didn’t.” Jungkook lifts his chin proudly before they all start making their way to the castle. “And don’t think I didn’t see you hiding in that scarf everytime I looked up.”
Yoongi’s cheeks flared pink and he bites his lips, clutching said scarf close to him. “I was cold.” He says.
“Oi Jungkook~ Hurry back over here!” A bunch of boys from the Gryffindor Quidditch team signal to them, their friend group already way ahead of them.
Jungkook whips his head back yelling at them to wait another second before looking back at Yoongi. “Were you?”
“Go take a shower, you're still sweaty.” Yoongi waves him off like a fly.
“Didn’t know it bothered you.”
Yoongi slaps his arm angrily, turning away to hide a real smile this time. “Go back to your party, Chaser.” He signals Jungkook to go off with everyone vying for his attention but he doesn’t take his eyes off the Ravenclaw.
And he doesn’t stop until they’ve made it back to the Gryffindor common room which was exploding with cheers the moment Jungkook stepped inside, forehead still damp from the sweat on his forehead which the dark curls of his hair clung onto. Seokjin had somehow already conjured up a victory cake, and someone was trying to start a conga line around the fireplace.
Hoseok spotted him immediately. “There he is! Our golden boy!” Hoseok throws an arm around the younger Gryffindor’s shoulders, grinning so wide it was almost smug. “Yoongi cheered for me louder, by the way.”
Jungkook blinked, caught off guard. “What?”
“Oh yeah,” Hoseok starts innocently, “Right after your second goal, I swear I heard him yell. ‘Nice pass Hoseok!’ And not ’ Nice shot Jungkook.’ Funny, right?” Hoseok laughs as Taehyung listens in and also starts giggling before Jungkook narrows his eyes.
Yoongi doesn’t even wanna think about how cute Jungkook looks with his pouty-lips “Yes, good thing the team has you Kook-ah.”
“Aren’t you gonna come and greet me my beloved?” A sickeningly sweet voice calls out to him but it wasn’t Jungkook, the both of them turn their head to Hoseok who looks knowingly at the tension between the two and is being intentionally annoying about it in response.
“You’re lying.” Jungkook says too seriously.
Hoseok just smirked. “Am I?”
Taehyung, lounging upside down on a couch cushion near them, just snorts. “He’s just bitter. Yoongi didn’t dress up as his cheerleader with pom-poms for him.”
“Oh my god.” Yoongi groans with his eyes rolling at the back of his head.
“I’d wear them proudly.” Hoseok says triumphantly, clutching his chest, “If it meant I'd get that pretty Ravenclaw to look at me twice.” He winks and Yoongi pushes him aside like he’s an obstacle in his way.
“You couldn’t afford me.”
Everyone around them howls with laughter.
Everyone except Jungkook who looked away.
-
The east wing of the Ravenclaw tower was quiet at this time of the day, light filtered through the high windows, catching particles of dust that danced like stars in the still air. Min Yoongi sat solemnly by one of those windows, he was not trying to intentionally look like he was in a movie, he just sat with his legs crossed on the window seat, an open book balanced between his hands, a quill near him, he was struggling to compose a song for the choir, his eyes had been skimming his near-empty page over and over again, until he wasn’t even thinking straight.
It was meant to be peaceful up here, tucked away and out of sight. Away from the chatter of the roaming cupids and the February chaos that was practically dripping from every hall.
He didn’t mind, not really, Just hated that excessive noise and the forced spectacles it wasn't for him, and maybe the prospect of love itself, yeah maybe that too.
“Still hiding from the forces of hormonal chaos?” Namjoon’s voice was soft and amused as he emerged from a different corner of the tower, arms full of scrolls and a half eaten apple hanging from his mouth.
“Not hiding, strategically avoiding.” Yoongi said, voice as flat as the page in front of him. He shifted slightly on the window to make room for Namjoon to sit, he had to awkwardly plop in the crease of the window because he was ridiculously tall.
“They tried to send me to do their evil tasks.” Namjoon shivers, referring to Jin and Hoseok and Yoongi snorts. Finally he tears his eyes away from the window. “He’s been bored since the potions practicals ended. I’ll let him have his fun.”
“They tried to send three singing dwarves after me! Jin intercepted them and made one cry.”
Before Yoongi could reply, Jin soon appeared on the stairs, so did Yoongi accidentally send out invitations to his entire circle?
“I think I made that dwarf question his entire self-worth. Tragic, really, Do you think I should apologize?” His robes were flowing and the sun shone on his face to which he squinted at the two sitting on the window.
“No.” Yoongi doesn’t give the time of day.
“Good. I wasn’t going to.” There was something comforting about the rhythm of their group, the way they balanced each other out. Namoon, thoughtful and endlessly curious. Jin, outrageous and sharp. Hoseol, when he finally did arrive, it was the best-friend telepathy, was always glowing with energy that could blind the sun, had slammed the door open and went to settle on the floor in front of the window.
“Did I miss the roast? Hoseok asked with his usual grin, “Or are we just emotionally repressing as a group again?”
“Yoongi’s contemplating the meaning of love and Jin’s bullying. You’re right on time.” Namjoon fills him in, flipping through his scrolls.
Yoongi let them hum of their banter wash over him as Hoseok explains how silly the recent Quidditch players were at practice today. It grounded him, it gave him a space to not speak. But even in the space they created, even surrounded by people who knew him better than most, he couldn’t quite silence the persistent presence sitting quietly in the very back of his mind.
Jungkook.
Jeon Jungkook had somehow become a permanent resident in his peripheral thoughts. Loud ridiculous, charmingly annoying Jungkook with his starry confidence and smile that made professors ignore his lateness and made Yoongi forget entire sentences he was about to say, not that he would ever let that be known.
It was ridiculous and Yoongi hated it.
He’s known Jungkook since his very first year, crash-landed and everything, like a meteor into Hogwarts so to speak, and one in Yoongi’s life. All fire and youth and talent. Back then, Yoongi had watched from the stands as Hoseok did not hesitate to recruit him into the Gryffindor team, like he was collecting rare Quidditch cards. Jungkook then was shy, he was nervous, but then again so was everyone in their first year, and thinking back to Yoongi’s first year, it was even worse. Jungkook was sharp and shy at the same time but mainly he was hungry to learn, the kind of hunger Yoongi recognised instantly.
But now? Now Jungkook was older, definitely taller, smooth talking and confident, who had the whole school population around his finger. He flirted like a second-language, well at least to him, ever since last year, he had been quite vocal about his opinion about Yoongi. Yoongi, though, chalked it up to the younger’s chaotic personality, but ever since, lately, he wasn’t so sure.
He hadn’t meant to start liking Jungkook. He was younger. But somehow he had begun showing up in the corner of his thoughts. In half-baked daydreams.
Yoongi closed the book, letting it rest on his lap, as he stared out at the sky beyond the tower. “Do you ever think,” he says quietly, more to himself than anyone, “that the thing you want is the thing you’re most afraid of?”
There was a beat of silence, then Namjoon replied, “All the time.”
“Daily.” Hoseok agrees.
“I’m thinking that everytime I talk to someone hot.” Jin muses proudly. “So…? Hourly.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes, but his mouth lets out a soft smile. He didn’t clarify who he was talking about, but he didn’t need to.
Jungkook wasn’t there but somehow, he’s deep inside, under his chest and made it difficult for Yoongi, cause there’s nothing left there to get rid of, forget or amputate, it’s just his heart.
Seokjin slaps his knee and Yoongi jolts at that, being older than Yoongi he probably is the only one other than Hoseok occasionally, getting a pass to lay a finger on him. “So, you're still pretending you don’t like him?”
Yoongi gave him a flat look. “I’m not pretending.”
“Mm. Denial. Classic Yoongi.” The Hufflepuff leans back on his elbows, squinting at the sunny rays. “You’re kind of bad at it, though, You know you smile when he enters a room?”
“I don’t”
“You do.” Namjoon’s voice adds. “We all pretend not to notice.”
Yoongi groans and leans his head back against the bricks. “God, I hate all of you.”
“Sorry, do you want us to stop talking about it?” Hoseok asks thoughtfully and puts Yoongi deep in thought.
“Well no…kinda? I just don't wanna talk about it…”
Yoongi thinks really hard and deep until he mentally thinks fuck it
“Do you guys wanna go to the greenhouse, to…help me with something?”
-
The Greenhouse after hours weren’t normally permitted, the sun was hardly out and moonlight was threatening to spill over, the foggy glass of Greenhouse Seven, casting a soft shadow over endless rows of magical plants, some of which snored, shimmered or emitted suspicious little giggles. It was Yoongi’s ideal sanctuary and he wasn’t disturbed by the idea of being in a restricted part outside school hours, he like, the best Herbilogy student around, if the professor finds him he’ll just say he’s doing some ethical field research, as for the idiots he’s with, they’ll have to fend for their own. Speaking of which he had managed to convince all his friends to sneak after curfew with the promise of “free potions ingredients and absolutely no drama” and also because they definitely knew the reason for being here. God, what was Yoongi doing with his life?
“You’re lucky I like you.” Namjoon muttered, flicking his wand to light the tip with a soft glow as sunlight quickly escaped them. “If we get caught, i’m blaming your botany addiction.”
“You could use some exposure to nature, Namjoon.” Yoongi puts it bluntly, pruning a tuft of flutter dress with the focus of a qualified surgeon. “Might ground you a little. Maybe even improve your social life.” Ravenclaw shrugs.
“Wow…” Namjoon blinked in surprise. “That sounded personal.”
“It was.” Hoseok laughed and patted his shoulder. Bouncing on his heels as he passed a particularly venomous tentacula. “Joonie, your last date tried to ghost you through the Floo system.”
“Okay we are not talking about that. Plus we are here to solely address Yoongi’s love dilemmas.” Namjoon sniffed, narrowly avoiding a swipe from another plant. “Why couldn’t this be like, an, I don't know, indoor activity? Or involve less teeth?”
“Plants have emotions, Joon. I can’t trust them to anyone.” Yoongi whines. “Plus we are technically indoors.”
“I’m right here.” Seokjin piped in from the corner, where he was intent on inspecting a sprig of whimpering foxleaf. “And for the record, I am an excellent assistant. I almost got the Mandrakes repotted without passing out in my first year.”
“You fainted on the Mandrake.” Yoongi corrected, remembering it very well. His hands moved with a practiced calm, steady as always, not even a speck of dirt under his nails. This was his peace, a place where things didn’t talk unless you wanted them to. Where plants didn’t fall in love with you or throw confetti hearts at your face. Where everything made sense, unlike people.
“They were dramatic!” Seokjin defended himself. “I was matching the energy!”
“I feel like i’m in detention” Namjoon slumps in defeat like the world is ending.
“No, detention would be quieter and less agonizing.” Yoongi hisses without even looking at Namjoon.
“Where’s your boyfriend?” Seokjin said, strolling around like he owned the place.
Yoongi didn’t even flinch. “Don’t have one.”
“You say that.” Seokjin says while setting himself down on a barrel, beside a patch of fluttering Snapdragon vines. “Your favorite Gryffindor has been suspiciously not hovering over you since the morning. Did you two break up? Have a fight? Did he finally realise he was too hot for you?”
“He’s not hovering.” Yoongi says flatly. “He just… walks by a lot.”
“Walks by your common room.” Namjoon says helpfully.
“Walks by your herbology bench.” Hoseok snickers.
Jin tsks before saying, “Your actual classroom window.”
“Do you people have anything better to do?” Yoongi gives them a reproachful look before fiddling with the plants.
“You wanted us here Yoongi-yah.” Jin huffs but stops suddenly;
A soft rustle can from the greenhouse door, everyone in the room tensed and Namjoon abolished the light from his wand. Yoongi instantly got goosebumps and not from the cool humidity from the greenhouse, until he and everyone else heard the unmistakable whisper-yell of one Jeon Jungkook.
“Tae SHHH! I am being so stealthy right now.”
“I literally just saw you body-slam the statue of Godric Gryffindor.” Jimin also whisper-yells back at him.
A few seconds later to Yoongi’s dismay, the door creaked open and Jungkook tumbled in with Taehyung and Jimin in tow. Jungkook’s hair was slightly windswept, and his cheeks flushed from the cold. He spotted Yoongi immediately and beamed like a total idiot.
“Oh we are so getting our house points deducted.” Namjoon face palms.
“Guys, guys you dragged us to the wrong greenhouse again, this is the one with Yoongi-hyung.” Jimin draws out on the spot, quickly improvising like an actor.
“Hey, hyung!” Jungkook called with forced nonchalance, already brushing dirt off his robes like he didn’t just trip over a watering can. “Didn’t see you there.”
“Uh-huh.” Yoongi replied.
“You look really cool like, you’re y’know, saving the magical ecosystem or whatever.”
Yoongi sighed. “Why are you here?”
Jungkook blinked innocently. “I’m here to appreciate nature.”
“You’re allergic to half the plants in here.” Taehyung interjects, very over it.
“Okay then, I'm building resistance.” Jungkook sighs.
“You’re going to break out in hives again.” Jimin says, seemingly examining the coolly lit room and joining everyone else in the unimpressed theater crowd, but the theatrical performance were their dear friends.
“Worth it.”
“God, Jungkook-ah…”
“Why are you here, hyung?” Jungkook shot back playfully, entirely too pleased with himself. “Don’t tell me you’re illegally harvesting again.”
Yoongi gave him a look of don’t flirt with me in front of my houseplants. “This is supervised greenhouse maintenance.”
“Supervised by who? The moon?” Jungkook stepped in anyway and the others followed suit, eyes blinking with mischief. “You know, you’re lucky I'm here. You could’ve gotten impaled by that dancing nettle, what would you do without me?”
“Probably sleep better.” Yoongi completely, honestly says, for his conscience also but Jungkook probably sees it as him returning his banter, god if he knew.
“You wound me.”
“Want me to actually wound you?” Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to reach for his wand slightly. Hoseok nearly dropped the pot he was holding from laughter.
“God this needs to hurry it up.” Seokjin exasperatedly groans.
“Agreed,” Jimin says before patting Jungkook’s back sympathetically, who is using his puppy eyes and quivering lips at Yoongi.
“This has been going on for ages, my hair was shorter when it started.” Jimin shakes his head.
Taehyung smirks and leans up against the watering barrel. “You will have more sexual tension than a room full of love potion fumes.”
Yoongi calculates the situation and what he originally wanted to do was clearly not going to work out now this has occurred. “Okay, we’re leaving.”
“So soon? I thought you were the god of plants. Don’t let a mere mortal like me get in the way of your duties.”
Seokjin made a strangled sound and collapsed stupidly onto a bag of fertilizer. “That’s it. Just kill me.”
Jimin watched from the same corner, squinted at Yoongi and then whispered to Taehyung, “They’re flirting right? That’s flirting, right?” Jimin frantically gestures and Taehyung nods, biting his knuckle until it physically pains him.
“It’s like watching a forest fire, I’m mesmerised. I can’t look away.” Hoseok interjects and Namjoon is still intently watching like it was a fucking show.
Yoongi turned back to his plants, pink cheeks, not known by anyone because of the dim lighting. “Go bother your own house.”
Jungkook rocked on his heels at that then leaned closer, voice dropping an octave. “But yours has you in it.”
Yoongi accidentally dropped a whole pod into the wrong soil and it bursted all over the floor.
“OUT.”
Jungkook laughs, hands raised in surrender as he backs away, smug and stupid, far too proud of himself by seeing a flustered Yoongi, “See you at dinner hyung~!” Before the door could slam Taehyung follows after him saying something along the lines about how he’s top ten most annoying people and Jimin who actually bows in apology before also chasing after Jungkook.
The door slams behind the trio and Yoongi stood still for a moment. Then turned to his friends. “Say one word.”
“Wasn’t gonna.” Namjoon is quick to say.
“Wouldn’t dare.” Hoseok adds even quicker.
Seokjin was silent but made kissy faces until Yoongi hurled a shovel at him.
-
As every day in the weeks leading up to Valentines, as school tradition, It had to focus on every class on romance. Every single one.
You’d think after five years of being they would eventually run out of stuff to drone on and on for a whole entire week, about the same silly topic, But nope, apparently it never ends. It didn’t matter if it was Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, or even Ancient Runes, somehow these god damn professors found an excuse to tie it back to the ‘greatest force in the universe’.
Magic is constantly changing and evolving with its spells and potions, so of course, there are new cases of blah blah, love is the most powerful magic something something, love potions bad, why aren’t they illegal? They should be, but also did you know cupid was a Gryffindor? (Jungkook actually doesn’t know, and frankly, he didn’t care.)
It was very boring, and frustrating, mainly frustrating.
Jungkook loved love, He truly did. He was a romantic at heart, always had been. The idea of having a soulmate? Beautiful. The notion of being someone’s first and last love? He lived for that.
But it seems to him that love does not in fact love him., at least not this year.
And it was so much more agonizing this year than all the previous ones…because to act like he was fine this week was a task. Unlike last year where he was jolly and not the grinch of Valentine's day. Unlike last year where he was happy, getting compliments, giving compliments, he was that guy. This year, Jungkook had to deal with the heartache that Yoongi’s inadvertent not reciprocal feelings left behind.
So yes, he was struggling to keep up his typical happy-go-lucky totally awesome IT BOY persona, he was Jungkook! Golden Boy! He has to sit through Yoongi’s dilemma twenty more times probably and going about his day was just a reminder of him feeling like absolute shit.
When the guy who holds his heart walks all over Hogwarts, dragging it.
Not to say that Jungkook was a fangirl, he WAS NOT. He just had the misfortune of being irrevocably infatuated with Ravenclaw prefect, one Hogwarts top student, cold, reserved, Min Yoongi. Like he existed slightly outside the world’s chaos, immune to glitter hearts and seasonal infatuations. If all those reasons weren’t enough to make Jungkook have a massive crush on him, it certainly influenced a majority of the school.
And Jungkook? He had the utter misfortune of falling for that distant allure that Yoongi wore like a second skin.
It wasn’t even a sudden thing. No lightning strikes, no fireworks. It started quietly. Slightly even, or so Jungkook likes to think. Maybe there’s a reason his heart had always tugged everytime Yoongi passed by, every time he saw that rare, small exasperated smile, usually reserved for cats and the occasional person Yoongi actually liked.
He definitely was the meek kid then, and Yoongi, albeit having a couple trips around the sun up on him had that quiet confident demeanor around him.
In a corridor outside a transfiguration classroom was usually warm for a late February, There was always a lull between classes, that rare twenty-minute stretch when nobody was rushing and the castle felt like it was inhaling, holding its breath.
Hoseok was lying across a bench that didn’t look particularly sturdy, his scarf was draped over his eyes like a sleeping mask. His legs hung ogg one end, and his wand was loosely gripped in his hand, held up like an antenna. Every few seconds. He flicked it halfheartedly at a crumpled wrapper on the floor, trying to levitate it toward him without sitting up.
Namjoon was sitting nearby on the floor, back against the wall, an open book on Magical Relations in front of him. He wasn’t really reading. He had that glazed, pensive look on his face, like he’d just understood something big or forgotten something important.
Jin, meanwhile, was sitting upright beside Hoseok’s legs, carefully buffing a tiny silver mirror from his pocket, half-watching his reflection and half-watching everyone else like the world was just one big performance for him to review. Jungkook was near him who sat cross-legged on the floor, bored as he tore parchment from his many love letters into thin strips like he was preparing confetti for a party.
Taehyung was upside-down in a chair, legs over the backrest, head hanging off the edge, reading The Quibbler like it was the New Testament of nonsense. “This is the dumbest quiz I've ever seen.” Taehyung muttered, flipping a page with his foot. “Apparently, if I were a magical creature, I'd be Moke? What even is that?”
“Isn’t that the one that shrinks when it senses danger?” Jungkook asked, not looking up.
“Perfect.” Jin deadpanned. “Taehyung: shrinking lizard, confirmed!”
“I’m not scared of anything.” Taehyung replies indignantly. “I only screamed because the ghost jumped out of the toilet.”
“That ghost has been there since forever.” Hoseok pointed out, still wand-flicking. “She’s literally stuck.”
Jungkook, quietly, had begun arranging the parchment strips in a strange pattern on the floor.
“Are you..spell-casting or plotting a murder.” Namjoon asked, finally glancing down.
“It’s future confetti.” Jungkook mumbled. “For purposes.”
“Ah, yes, very vague and threatening, how reassuring.” Namjoon said, nodding.
“Could be romantic.” Taehyung butts in, “Like..maybe someone's planning a confession like BAM! Confetti! I love you.”
Jungkook didn’t answer.
The others kept talking, voices blurring into one another, laughing, teasing, filling the corridor with that soft kind of noise that made Hogwarts feel like home, But Jungkook kept arranging the parchment, fingers careful, movements suddenly more deliberate.
He shifted one strip, Then another.
Folded one, unfolded it again.
Then paused.
The pattern he’d been shaping was nothing, no symbol, no spell, no clever message just lines, empty paths leading nowhere, His fingers stilled.
Somewhere in the castle, maybe down a hall, maybe several floors up, he knew Yoongi was probably tucked away behind a book or near a window with his headphones in, lost in whatever quiet orbit he kept himself in.
Jungkook didn’t need to see him to feel the weight of his own thoughts leaning too heavily in that direction again.
He exhaled softly, and brushed the parchment strips into a pile, like it didn’t matter.Like they weren’t about anything at all.
“Confetti’s stupid anyway.” He muttered.
Nobody really heard him. And that was fine.
-
3 Years Ago
Yoongi had be placed on the grass near the practice pitch, waverly watching the chaos that was in front of him, yes he went to accompany his best friend, but Hoseok did not tell him that he was going to be making these poor first year fly insane laps around the Quidditch Pitch. He gets a genuine shiver down his spine everytime Hoseok tells the kids to get on his broom.
Yoongi struggles with the prospect of finding how Quidditch can be as entertaining as it is, yes it’s part of Wizard pop culture or even, culture in general but can’t anyone see how incredibly unsafe this was? But then again this was maybe fueled because he was around his best friend too often who in keen on breaking his bones from a fall, bludger to the arm, collision on a broom, defending it by saying:
“It’s fine Yoongi! Look! Good as new.” He enthusiastically waves his floppy arm. “Uhm until the bone grows a bit more that is.”
Yoongi peers back onto the field then back into his spellbook. “Fuck the absolute no.” Yoongi cringed so hard and hardly held back a gag just remembering being in the infirmary with Hoseok.
The quidditch pitch was too loud of Yoongi’s preference and he had, like, no experience or qualification required to help with broomstick lessons. But Hoseok has dragged him along talking about some proper ‘mentorship’, ‘moral support’ and ‘c’mon, you can scowl at them into flying straight.’ to which Yoongi muttered curses at him but followed anyway.
Yoongi likes flying enough to spend time with Hoseok, it wasn’t like he was a complete mess on a broom. He certainly wasn’t flashy but he was sharp, precise and definitely would hate the attention that you get from being a star quidditch player and don’t even get him started on seeker, which is the dumbest thing ever, like if somebody gets this tiny-ass ball, they just win?
Hoseok on the other hand flew like his life depended on it, he flew like he was born in the spotlight. Somehow this idiot made everything he did look so fun and cool, even falling off his broom in his first-year, which he did supposedly on purpose that time, to prove a point about ‘grace under pressure’.
To be fair, he’d come out to support Hoseok who was taking his new captain role very seriously and by supper meaning: sit at a safe distance while Hoseok wrangled a herd of overexcited, under coordinated first-years on school brooms. What Hoseok failed to mention was that he’d be making them do laps, dives and formations like it was bloody pre-season tryouts. Yoongi could practically hear the lawsuits forming. His eye twitched as yet another small body wobbled dangerously close to the goalpost.
He glanced at his friend midair, all confidence and windswept hair, yelling cheerfully at the kids to “lean into the turn, not against it!” as if they were seasoned experts. Hoseok made everything look easy.
It was early autumn in Hogwarts, the leaves were falling and getting caught in the wind, occasionally bristling past Yoongi, sometimes even in waves. He sat cross-legged and slouched while listening intently, he loved watching Hoseok play and get a break from being inside the castle, and before it snows fully where he probably want get to sit on the grass like this again, he wasn’t against missing a bit of Transfiguration to watch the first-years play. Now, here he was, Charm’s textbook hardly opened and the breeze swallowed him whole, trying to block out the sound of his best friend’s booming laughter from a couple metres away.
Yoongi tucked his hands into his robes and tried to block out the sharp laugh that rang out from Hoseok again, loud and unapologetic. A gust of wind sent a handful of red leaves spinning into his lap.
Just then there's clatter from the pitch and just as Yoongi absentmindedly looks up, that’s when he notices him.
Coming in like a meteor is a first-year, awkward and tense, sitting stiff as a statue on a broom but erratically jutting randomly in the sky, he looked like he was either gonna throw up or get flung into the aether. Yoongi got to his feet before he knew it, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do exactly, but it felt wrong to just watch this kid get flung into an early grave and do nothing about it.
Yoongi tilted his head standing up and dusting the autumn leaves that stuck to his blue robes. The kid had dark hair flopping in his face, big doe-eyes full of uncertainty, and Yoongi could see his knuckles turning white from bleaching the broom handle.
He makes a few strides to buy in earshot, which was a genuine hazard to himself as well, who knew another first year or even Jung Hoseok himself could come knowing him off his feet right now.
“If you don’t loosen your grip, your broom’s gonna buck you right off” Yoongi says lazily, lifting his brow out of concern.
The kid peered downward to him with comically wide eyes and his unbalanced flying became even worse, way to Min Yoongi.
They paused for a minute, truly thinking about the advice this short cat-eyed guy was telling him, he was in a different house, god Yoongi hoped he wasn’t trying to sabotage him.
He settled slightly and the broom hovered steadily and Yoongi continued to watch how his face morphed in a satisfied grin. “It’s working!” The Gryffindor, to Yoongi’s observation had celebrated to early and in doing so he jerked his body to forward and startling himself from a shift in weight, they broom gave one final wobble before tossing him into the grass with a not-so-gentle thump.
Yoongi sighed, going towards him. He strolled over, glaring angrily at the other first-years stifling giggled around him. He was just lying there, staring up to the sky in defeat.
“This is probably not the thing to re-evaluate your life over.”
“I’m thinking about every decision I've made that has led up to this moment.” The kid replied and Yoongi smiled at his response, not expecting it.
“You good?” Yoongi asked, standing near him with his arm stretched out.
“Yeah…” The boy mumbled without looking up and making eye-contact, not taking his hand probably meant he was far more in pain then he led on. “I think my spine is broken, maybe my pride too.”
Yoongi blinked, Huh, not what he was expecting. He crouched down.
“You’re fine,” He said. “That was hardly a fall.” He said with a smile on his face.
The boy shakily stands up, shaking the grass out of his hair. His face was flushed from embarrassment. “I’ve never flown before,” he sighs.
“It’s kind of terrifying.”
Yoongi offered his hand again without thinking. “It’s not so bad. Once you stop fighting it.” The Ravenclaw chuckles to himself thinking about how he himself is not the best flyer around.
The boy hesitated, then took it. “I’m Jungkook,” He says, a little breathless.
“Yoongi,” He replies, pulling him up. “Don’t worry. First time I flew, I threw up on a Slytherin. You’re already ahead.” Yoongi pats his back and he doesn’t realise until after he’s done it that he may have been too comfortable judging by his pursed lips from Yoongi’s touch.
That earned a nervous laugh and Yoongi noticed the way Jungkook’s eyes lingered on him. Here Jungkook was admiring him in all of Yoongi’s snow-white-esc glory, his skin is pale, Jungkook thinks he’s almost transparent. Jungkook had admired his features from the very moment he looked down from his broom, his world momentarily had stopped. Other than his childhood friend Taehyung and a boy they met in the great hall, Jimin. Not many people have decided to talk to Jungkook, let alone be nice.
“You’re really cool,” Jungkook blurts out suddenly.
Yoongi blinked. His ears tingled. “Okay kid, you’re weird,” He said but with no venom and a gummy smile.
Before Jungkook could manage to stammer a reply, a familiar voice rang out across the pitch like a spell,
“Oi Yoongi! Stop stealing my first-years!”
Yoongi exhaled, long and slow. “Here we go.” with Jungkook still blushing but shaking his head and straightening up when Jung Hoseok strolled toward them, broom over his shoulder, his uniform somehow perfectly rumplied like he’d styled the chaos. He was grinning wide and bright, unbothered, typical Hoseok.
He pointed at Jungkook dramatically. “Was this the amazing nosedive I saw from up there? Iconic!”
“Oh I didn’t mean to-” The first-year replied, mortified.
“Hoseok don’t start.” The Ravenclaw huffs. But Hoseok knelt beside him and slung his arm around his shoulder. “Don’t be sorry, that fall had style. You stuck the landing like a champ.”
Hoseok gives his hand for a high-five like Jungkook was a toddler who got his first shot and didn’t cry. Jungkook confusingly raised a brow and gave a slow, awkward high-five and of course, Hoseok, who cannot take social cues continued on about how he’s practically the next captain because doing an iconic fall in your first year is a sign , he would know.
“He landed on his face,” Yoongi deadpans.
“Style,” Hoseok insisted, waving off Yoongi. “You sticking to flying, kid?”
Jungkook looked between the two older boys then he nodded. “Yeah, I want to get good. I will.”
Hoseok beamed and Yoongi nodded his head in approval with a ‘fair enough’ expression.
“That’s the spirit, Keep that attitude. I want to see you on the team next month!” He says before jogging off, hollering instruction to the rest of the first-years. Jungkook turns to Yoongi quietly,
“Is he always like that?”
“Like the sun?” Yoongi quizzes brow then saying “Yep.” while popping the ‘p’.
“And you’re like, the moon almost.” He said with a dazed smile, from his observation of the dynamic between the two.
Yoongi looks straight into his eyes. “Did you just call me a cold rock?”
“Wh- No! I meant like, you’re cool, and kinda mysterious and-”
Yoongi chuckled, “Still weird, I’ll see you around Jungkook-ah.” He says before ruffling his hair and walking back into the castle leaving Jungkook there to quickly pick up his broom and run back onto the pitch to practice. Not realizing that Yoongi is smiling too.
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