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Before it even starts, Yoongi knows that his seventh and final year at Hogwarts would be a very different one compared to his previous six.

He’d gotten a clue about this on the last day of his sixth year from Professor Kim during their not-so-teary goodbye before he had boarded the Hogwarts Express. But of course, at the time he hadn’t taken his dear Head of House’s words very seriously; he has found it’s for the best to always take Kim Heechul’s words with a grain of salt. Still, Yoongi should’ve known something was up when he caught the way his professor’s eyes lit up and a smirk pulled at his lips all of the sudden.

“Yoongi I almost forgot to tell you,” he had started, “I was speaking with the Headmaster last week about who should be Head Boy next year and I thought you’d like to know your name was mentioned once or twice.”

Yoongi had arched an eyebrow at the sudden reveal but replied seemingly otherwise unfazed by it, “I’m sure there are plenty of far more qualified and eligible students for the position.”

His professor snorted at that before smiling at him gleefully. And in that moment Yoongi questioned why he had made friends with the strangest and hardest to read professor on campus. Being on good terms with him hadn’t even really benefitted him so far, his Defence Against the Dark Arts grade was good enough as it is so their friendship really seemed quite pointless to him.

(Yoongi would never admit it, and especially not to Heechul’s face, but their friendship was among the healthiest he had ever maintained in his life. Telling his professor how much comfort he found in being able to be snarky and mean with another equally snarky and mean individual would serve no point but to stroke his already well-endowed ego, and so Yoongi had made the decision a long time ago to never do so, probably.)

“You’re completely right Yoongi, forget I ever said anything,” there was still something pulling the corner of the professor’s lips upwards as he spoke though. Yoongi had been about to question it when he was interrupted by the shriek of the train’s whistle.

Heechul sent him off with a firm hand on his back and a sincere, “Better get going Yoongi, have a good summer holiday.”

Yoongi threw an indignant, “You too Heechul, although don’t enjoy yourself too much... try not to sleep with too many professors this break, Professor Kang hasn’t stopped giving me a hard time in Potions ever since you broke things off winter break,” as he boarded. He turned around just in time to catch the offended glare Heechul sent him through the half-open window.

“That is no way to speak to your professor! And who said you could call me Heechul? I should curse you for this disrespectful behaviour!” Smile wide and wand aimed at Yoongi in faux aggression.

“Won’t you get fired if you curse a student? How will you make a living then? I doubt the Ministry want you back,” Yoongi had deadpanned.

Heechul had ran a hand through his hair before speaking, chin slightly raised and eyes lazily closed, “Even if they fire me here, the Ministry would reward me with some kind of medal for finally sparing us all from you, maybe even erect a statue in my honour.”

And Yoongi couldn’t help but laugh at that; Heechul had always had a way with words, it’s tragic really that no one would publish his autobiography, tastefully titled ‘My Time Being Alive So Far and Why It Has Been Terrible (Mostly Because of the Ministry)’ .

The whistle blew again signifying the departure of the train and Yoongi tipped his head at Heechul in somewhat of a goodbye and the professor returned the gesture. And that had been that, no more talk of becoming Head Boy for the rest of his life.

Or at least, so Yoongi thought. The letter in his hand however told him otherwise.

He reads the words over again, convinced the parchment must be hexed or something and that this was all an elaborate prank. But no, the words glared back at him proudly in familiar black slanted ink confirming what he thought to be impossible.

‘Dear Mr. Min,

We hope this letter finds you well and that your summer so far has been enjoyable.

This letter is to inform you of your selection by Headmaster Park Jaesang and the Heads of Houses as Head Boy for the upcoming year. Another letter will be delivered by owl to you shortly with a list of duties expected of you, including your responsibilities for the first day of term. You are expected to respond to this letter within the next forty eight hours and to stay in contact with the staff at Hogwarts until the beginning of the school year.

We look forward to your return to the school and for another magical year at Hogwarts.

Yours sincerely,

Professor Kim Heechul, Head of Slytherin’

“Fuck,” Yoongi mumbles.

“What is it?” the voice coming from his mobile startles him. He’d forgotten he was facetiming Jungkook (the brat is 4 years younger than him but he had taken him under his wing the moment the boy had been sorted into Slytherin and scampered over to the table looking lost and innocent, looks can be deceiving is what Yoongi has come to learn though).

“It’s from school right? I recognise the seal on the letter and the owl that delivered it looked a lot like Taehyung’s favourite school owl. What’d you do that made them owl you in the middle of summer?”

When Yoongi doesn’t answer Jungkook’s already doe-like eyes widen comically, not that he sees it though, “Yoongi what the fuck did you do? You’re not expelled are you?”

And Yoongi finally does look up, but only to scowl at Jungkook, “I taught you muggle swear words for context, not so that you could use them and especially not at me you fuck,” Jungkook’s eyes narrow at the hypocrisy of Yoongi’s statement. The boy also seems to be trying to cross through the screen to see what the letter says. Yoongi sighs as he remembers Jungkook’s pureblood heritage and how he probably doesn’t know the limitations of muggle technology; he’s reminded that the point of the call had been to try to get Jungkook accustomed to phones and other muggle things since he had been close to failing Muggle Studies in only his second year of taking the subject.

Jungkook huffs out a sigh that makes him seem just as immature as Yoongi knows him to be, “Okay sorry, but really what’s it say?”

Yoongi rubs at his temple and looks back down at the letter, “Trust me Jungkook, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
Jungkooks lean onto his forearms on his screen and Yoongi can practically see the curiosity burning in his eyes, “Now you really have to tell me, what is it?”

He hesitates before answering, “I’m Head Boy.”

The blank stare Jungkook gives him is unnerving, sure, but the laughter he breaks into shortly after is nothing short of annoying and almost degrading. Yoongi is very good at not letting things get to him though.

“No way! You?” He says in between his laughs.

Yoongi tries his best to glare at the other boy through his phone but it probably isn’t as intimidating as he needs it to be, “Okay, I get it. You can shut up now.”

Jungkook does have the decency to try to stifle his laughter, but even with the low quality of the stream Yoongi swears he can make out the tears about to spill from the younger boy’s eyes.

“I’m sorry but like… no offense but, you? I really would not expect this in like, four centuries, at least,” he wipes at an eye and Yoongi suspicions are confirmed, “You weren’t even a prefect.”

“Believe me, I know. I’m just as shocked as you are, probably more even,” he can hear Heechul’s annoying voice sing-songing ‘you shouldn’t be Yoongi, didn’t I tell you you’d be Head Boy’ and groans in frustration. Jungkook seems to respond to this because he stops his chortling (about time) and smiles his bunny smile he only uses when he’s sincere.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine Yoongi, they must’ve chosen you for a reason,” his gaze is averted by something glowing offscreen and Yoongi hears him mumble a curse under his breath.

“Ah, I’m really sorry but I have to go now, I’ll talk to you later? Thanks for all the help today!” Yoongi grunts in response and lets Jungkook try to figure out how to end the call himself. His screen is invaded by Jungkook’s fingers covering the camera and the boy smiles at him apologetically, “Talk to Seokjin or Namjoon or something, they’re both prefects right? Or were in Seokjin’s case.”

It’s not bad advice. Yoongi nods at Jungkook in response who finally seems to have found the end call button. He waves at Yoongi before the screen goes black.

The only thing Yoongi can seem to think about now is how the hell he’s going to write the damn reply letter politely while simultaneously conveying to Heechul how pissed off with him he is. Afterall, this is definitely his fault.

 Jimin has never really enjoyed travelling by Floo powder. It always made him nervous because what if he ended up in some strange wizard’s house fifty kilometres off where he intended to go because sometimes his o’s sound like u’s. How would he even get back, a stranger would most likely not spare him any powder for a return trip. Inflation meant that recently Floo powder had become far more expensive than it had been just a mere five years ago and was almost becoming a luxury item. His mother is lucky she married a muggle with a masters in economics.

This isn’t his only issue with Floo powder though. He hated how the network relied on people’s fireplaces. Every trip meant either coming out covered in soot or inhaling mouthfuls of ash. Really, whoever had come up with it had no consideration for Jimin’s clothes or his lungs.

But it is the fastest way of getting around and Taehyung lives a good three hundred kilometres away. His mother would never let him use the Knight Buses for a trip that long, insisting that it’s far safer to just travel by Floo because you never know what kind of characters lurk on those buses, or drive them for that matter.

So here he stands, in the fireplace in the basement of his house, located there because they don’t actually need one other than for Floo journeys (his father would rather rely on the central heating during the winter). He sighs before squeezing his eyes shut as tight as possible. As his hand comes down to throw his powder he enunciates as clearly as he can the name of his destination.

“Barnton.”

He clamps his mouth shut as soon as the word leaves his mouth. The flames lick lightly at his feet before engulfing him and Jimin can feel the familiar tingling sensation as he’s being transported. The green of the fire glows even through his eyelids and Jimin tenses his whole body wishing for it to be over already.

When the warm feeling is gone and the glow has faded Jimin cautiously opens his eyes. The sunlight breaks through the windows of the Kim household’s living room and he peers around for any sign of his friend. He almost forgets to shake off any ash from his clothes and hair before stepping out. How rude would it be if he had tracked ash into the living room? Honestly Jimin, pull yourself together, he scolds himself.

To his left he can hear feet padding down the staircase and turns to see Taehyung with his familiar smile coming towards him, “I thought I heard someone arrive,” and is promptly pulled into tight hug.

“Tae I need to breathe, please stop crushing my lungs.” Taehyung loosens his grip and pulls back to pout at him, “But Chim, I missed you!”

“I missed you too Taetae, but we saw each other like last week I don’t think this is necessary,” he returns the hug anyway. Taehyung is familiar and warm in a way that is comforting unlike the way travelling by Floo had been. When they let go Taehyung pulls him by his sleeve onto the sofa.

“Might as well stay down here while we wait for Kookie, he’s coming by Floo too,” Jimin nods his understanding and pulls out his wand to place it on the low table in front of them. Taehyung’s a cuddler (Jimin is too) so it’s a smart decision because keeping it on his person would either result in it snapping or Taehyung feeling it pressed against him and getting the wrong idea. Both situations would probably become a running inside joke for the rest of his school career between their little trio and Jimin is after all the eldest so he needs to be respected by the other two, so really it’s an act of self-preservation. Not an act to make the cuddling comfier.

They talk about what’d they had been up to in the past week. Jimin talks about meeting his muggle cousins and how they had gotten him up to date on all the dance trends, including, but not limited to, the ‘nay-nay’ and ‘hitting the whip’. Taehyung tells him about the forest nymph he had helped and shows him the fist-sized quartz he had gotten in return, Jimin’s not quite sure where he had been keeping it prior. Eventually though, Taehyung grows impatient and sits up again. Jimin isn’t one for stereotyping but he has to admit his friend is the epitome of Gryffindor brashness.

“What’s taking him so long, it’s not like he could be stuck in traffic or something,” he moves to the fireplace and kneels in front of it, he probably isn’t aware of it but Jimin sees how the roots of his brown hair start colouring themselves a deep maroon in his annoyance. Jimin watches him struggle to retrieve his wand from his back pocket for a while and giggles when it gets caught in his shirt.

“Accio Floo jar,” Taehyung says with a flourish of his wrist. Jimin rolls his eyes because the jar is literally only four metres away from him. His eyes follow Taehyung as he uncaps the jar and dips his hand in to grab far more powder than he actually needs. When he pulls it back out again he swishes the powder around in his palm and Jimin wonders just where all that urgency to contact Jungkook from a minute ago had went. After a few seconds of ogling the powder he deposits some back into the jar before tossing the rest into the fireplace.

“Ilkley.”

Taehyung then leans forward into the flames so that his head is engulfed in them. Jimin only winces a little. He waits for Taehyung to say something or for the whining of their youngest friend to be heard but Taehyung just stays still with his head in the fire. After a minute or so he leans back out, hair now completely maroon (someone should probably tell him), and Jimin is about to ask him if Jungkook hadn’t been there when the flames in the fireplace grow high and said boy steps out of them.

“Were you guys whispering or something? I didn’t hear anything you said,” Jimin says with only a hint of petulance in his voice.

Jungkook pats the ash out of his dark hair before replying, “No, Taehyung just stared at me until I remembered I was supposed to see you guys,” he scratches at his head sheepishly, “Sorry, I almost forgot.”

As a sort of extra apology, Jungkook points to Taehyung’s hair and the older looks up at his fringe. He shakes his head a bit forcefully, willing his hair to turn back to brown before storming off to the corridor, the other two boys trailing after him and deciding silently not to point out to their friend that the back of his head is still a burning red.

They head up the stairs to Taehyung’s room, Jimin trailing slightly behind to politely greet each of Taehyung’s relatives in their photo frames. The other two boys watch him fondly from the top of the staircase for a few seconds before Taehyung turns to the Jungkook.

“What were you doing then that made you forget about your two best friends?” Taehyung crosses his arms and glares at Jungkook while questioning him. Jungkook feels the childish need to point out that Taehyung and Jimin may very well not be his two best friends but decides to hold his tongue and just answer Taehyung. Besides, there are far more pressing matters at hand.

Jungkook’s gaze doesn’t wander from Jimin, much to the annoyance of an already disgruntled Taehyung, and he smiles to himself a little before mustering up his most pretentious tone of voice and answering, “Ah well, you know how they’re going to let me skip a year since my grades in almost all my classes last year were so good, but only if i sit and pass another Muggle Studies exam?” Jungkook sees Taehyung nod from the corner of his eye, “Well, to make sure I don’t fail again I was getting tutored by everyone’s favourite muggle-born Slytherin upperclassman, Min Yoongi.” At this he sees how Jimin stands slightly straighter and finally shifts his gaze at Taehyung who is grinning at him in understanding.
“Ah, I see. Very important stuff of course, for your academic career I mean,” the other boy muses, mimicking his tone.

Jungkook keeps his expression serious as he continues, “Yes, I was using one of those muggle ‘smart phones’ when you Floo’ed me. Not just a normal call though, we were, what’s it called? Face Swapping? FaceSeeing? Jimin help me out here.”

“Facetiming,” Jungkook’s expression slips slightly when he hears how strained Jimin’s voice is. Taehyung giggles into his elbow and Jimin turns his head towards them with an uneasy smile.

“That’s right, facetiming,” he taps a finger to his chin before continuing, “I don’t really know if it was necessary for me buy an iPhone just for his tutoring considering how expensive I think it was, then again Yoongi has always preferred a more… hands on approach to doing things.” He pointedly ignores the splutter Jimin lets out and pretends as if he was just struck by a realisation, “Oh, but of course, you’ll get to see that for yourself Jimin, aren’t you lucky?”

This only serves to make not only Jimin but Taehyung as well, send him confused looks (and Jimin blush slightly at the implication of his words). Perfect, he had created an atmosphere and played them right into his palm and Jungkook has always thrived off of being the only one who knew something; after all, he isn’t a Slytherin for nothing. He waits for a few seconds until he’s urged on by Taehyung’s insistent elbow in his ribs to keep going. His expression turns innocent when he shifts to face his assaulter.

“Sorry TaeTae, I forgot that you probably wouldn’t know about this,” he aims his biggest doe eyes at Jimin and says, “Jimin, why don’t you do the honours of telling him?”

Jimin just gawks at him, “What?”

Jungkook feigns a shocked expression and walks down a few steps so that he’s halfway between Taehyung and Jimin. This gives him a nice opportunity to look from one to the other in the most dramatic way possible before finally settling his gaze on Jimin once again and continuing, “You don’t know? But you’re going to be the Hufflepuff prefect next year, aren’t you?”

Taehyung nudges his back in warning, “Come on, just hurry up and tell us what that has to do with anything.”

Jungkook contemplates withholding the information for just little bit longer but well, he’s almost at the top of a quite high staircase with an annoyed Taehyung standing behind him and thinks better of it.

He allows himself a small smirk before he tells them though, “Yoongi’s Head Boy next year.”

A few seconds pass while he waits for them to process his words until Taehyung doubles over in laughter, hair suddenly a strawberry pink and shimmering like glitter. Jimin on the other hand looks as devastated as Jungkook thought he would and pities him a little because as funny as the whole situation was, Jimin would be the one most affected by the reality of what he has just said for the better part of a year. He decides to take some initiative and tug his friends up the stairs and into Taehyung’s room.

When Taehyung has finally calmed down and the three of them are sat on his bed, Jimin can only watch and mildly protest as his two friends discuss just how exactly they’re finally going to set him up with his long-time crush.

Yoongi is anxious on the first day back to Hogwarts. Anxious, but determined.

Over the last two weeks of the summer holiday he had already been to the castle a few times to discuss with the Headmaster and professors his duties and to make sure he knew all the school rules by heart. This of course meant being picked up by Heechul so that he could be apparated to the school’s campus, since he himself had failed the apparition exam last year and didn’t have access to the Floo network. He doesn’t understand why they had to send Heechul, of all professors, who seemed just as smug and annoying with every encounter. It was probably to do with the fact he was his Head of House, damn himself for being a Slytherin.

“You wouldn’t have to put up with me if you hadn’t failed my course last year,” his professor had reminded him. Yoongi couldn’t find it in himself to argue at the time, because it was true after all, and had just grunted in response.

Lucky for him, the Head Girl this year would be someone he was kind of friends with at least. Park Sunyoung is a Hufflepuff who had been his partner in Potions last year and they had found a comfortable harmony in order to be able to work with each other; hopefully that trust and teamwork would translate well to their student leading responsibilities. He’s also glad at least one of the Head Students this year had some sort of prefect experience, even if it wasn’t him.

But even with a competent partner by his side and the preparation the Hogwarts staff had helped him through, Yoongi still grew scared as the day the students would return to Hogwarts drew nearer.

And now that it is finally here Yoongi can’t help but feel a sudden urge to prove to… well everyone; himself, the professors, the prefects, Jeon fucking Jungkook; that the Head of Houses’ decision to make Head Boy was a good one.

He arrives five minutes before the meeting time he had given the other prefects, which is, a full hour before the Hogwarts Express is set to leave the station. The waiting time doesn’t go as agonizingly slowly as he expects it to and soon enough Sunyoung is by his side, uniform already adorned.

The rest of the prefects arrive after that, as well as some other students who had travelled with them. Among them are his two closest friends, who also happen to be underclassmen, Yoongi is apparently only able to form strong friendships with people not his age. Namjoon is the sixth year boy Ravenclaw prefect and Hoseok is only there because Namjoon’s family had offered to bring him to the platform as well.

As they wait for the latecomers Hoseok slings an arm around Yoongi’s shoulders and whines loudly, “I can’t believe you’re abandoning me like this, at least last year I had you when Namjoon and Jin went off to do prefect-y things. Now I’m all alone, who am I even supposed to sit with?”

Yoongi gives up trying to slide the arm off his shoulders after a whole three seconds and answers him, “Guess it would be too much to ask of you to sit alone wouldn’t it?” he sighs solemnly, “In that case I assume you won’t be coming to Hogwarts with us this year, we’ll miss you and your loud annoying presence-” he’s cut off by Hoseok’s free arm coming around to pinch him in the side.

“Don’t mock my suffering you ass,” he gawks. Yoongi uses this opportunity to slide his friend’s arm off of him and continues.

“I’m sure you’ll find someone to sit with and impose yourself upon, it always has been a talent of yours,” to which Hoseok just beams at him in agreement. Namjoon chuckles at their exchange and Yoongi swears even Sunyoung giggles a little.

When all the prefects have been accounted for, Sunyoung rounds them up in a small semicircle in front of Yoongi and herself. Hoseok waves a goodbye that only Yoongi catches and steps onto one of the carriages. The two Head Students then go over the standard procedure of getting all the students on board on time and making sure they are orderly and get dressed on time on the way to campus.

Yoongi assigns the Slytherins and Ravenclaw prefects to their carriages while Sunyoung takes care of the other two houses. By the time everything is sorted the first few students and their parents have started showing up and Yoongi is relieved at how receptive the prefects are to his orders. He can only hope the rest of the student body listens to him with such attentiveness, although he highly doubts it.

He dismisses them to their carriages with a, “Good luck with the first years,” which garners a few laughs. Enough to make him feel like maybe if he pretends to be the charismatic student leader he needs to be, eventually that’s what he’ll become.

One boy lingers for a few moments causing him to catch Yoongi’s eye. Park Jimin, he wouldn’t necessarily say they were the closest of friends but they have enough of those in common to run into each other quite often over the years. The boy straightens slightly when he notices Yoongi staring back him and Yoongi sends him a smile as encouragement, after all he probably isn’t the only nervous about their new responsibilities. Jimin smiles back at him with a smile tenfold in sincerness that has Yoongi almost (almost) blushing before heading off.

Yoongi stays on the platform with Sunyoung, ushering the students onboard and helping muggle parents find their way back. He only does the latter because having watched his mother walk into the wrong wall from the window of his carriage in his first year compels him to spare any other muggle-born first years from the experience.

Sunyoung sends him a thumbs up when everyone is finally on board and relief floods through Yoongi’s entire being before he steps onto carriage number four. He seems to have run out of luck for the day though, because the carriage is being occupied by a group of rowdy second year Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. Their excitement is so apparent and innocent though that Yoongi let’s them be loud and have their fun.

He has to draw the line somewhere though, and he decides for it to be at casting Levitation Charms at each other’s suitcases.

When he pulls open the door separating them he tries his best to come off as stern but not unfriendly. The boys turn to look at him guiltily, “Come on guys, settle down we don’t want any accidents before the year even starts.”

They nod at him and he hears a few muttered ‘sorry’s and he’s surprised that that’s all it takes. Their compliance stuns him momentarily before he nods back at them with what he hopes is a friendly smile. He shoots of a few ‘Finite’s at the suitcases before turning around to leave. When he looks down to grasp the handle, forgetting momentarily that he’s a wizard and can just charm the door open, he catches sight of what he thinks must be the curtains blowing in the wind. Strange, he doesn’t remember opening the windows.

Once the door is finally open again and he steps out, he finds that he was right, the windows weren’t open. The curtains are also very still and very purple which is strange because he could have sworn that they were black just a few seconds ago. Then again he had also thought they were blowing in the wind so he figures he must have just been seeing things.

Or someone was pranking him, but who would want to prank the Head Boy on the first day back?

Jimin must have lucked out when he was assigned the carriage right next to the one Taehyung and Jungkook just so happened to have chosen. It only took some gentle persuasion to get the Ravenclaw sixth year girl to switch with him, gentle persuasion in the form of telling her what big idiots they were. Although, he was starting to regret his decision to join his friends when they wouldn’t let up about Yoongi. Even worse, they weren’t alone, Hoseok from Gryffindor had apparently sulked to Taehyung that his prefect friends had abandoned him, leading to them inviting him to sit with them. Jimin is also very sure that those ‘prefect friends’ of his include Yoongi.

“Isn’t this how you two first met? Little first year Park Jimin had no one to sit with and third year Min Yoongi stepped off the train to offer you a seat in the same carriage as him. I should know, I was there too,” Taehyung muses.

“Then why bother asking,” Jimin spits back. He sees the amused grin Hoseok flashes him and can’t suppress the blush that creeps up his neck.

His mind wanders back to the gummy smile Yoongi had sent him before they got on the train. The same smile he’d given him four years ago on that very platform. Taehyung had joined them shortly after, but not by invite like Jimin had been. The boy clearly didn’t know proper train boarding etiquette and had just introduced himself and taken a seat without asking whether it was free or not, despite being a pureblood with a family history of attending Hogwarts for the last century. But Jimin was glad Taehyung had joined them, it made the journey to campus much less awkward because Taehyung seemed to have no trouble talking enough for the three of them. A scandalised Taehyung had also bought a variety of sweets and snacks for them when Yoongi mentioned he’d really only ever tried Every Flavour Beans and wasn’t a fan, deciding muggle sweets suited him better. Their heated debate over what was better, Fizzy Wizzys or sour coke bottles had Jimin nearly crying of laughter. What was even better though was seeing the awed smile on Yoongi’s face after Taehyung shoved a sweet in his mouth, Jimin’s stomach had swooped at how soft he had looked, despite being a whole two years older than him.

Jimin doesn’t notice he’s smiling at his lap until Jungkook snorts and speaks up, “You’re thinking about him aren’t you, you giant sap.”
Jimin scowls and kicks at the laughing boy sitting across from him, his short legs barely reaching when Jungkook pulls his own legs up. The fucking coward.

He definitely should’ve stayed on the other carriage.

It’s not until they’re on the boats and the Hogwarts Express has long since left that Yoongi realises he doesn’t have his wand.

He groans into his hands causing the third years he’s sharing the boat with to eye him with worry. So much for being a role model, so much for proving him being Head Boy isn’t a mistake. Still, he has a job to do, and though this fuck up may make his position as Head Boy short-lived once he explains to Heechul why they need to call the train back, he was going to try to do it as best as he could. If he was lucky nobody would even realize his wand is missing.

Once he’s prep talked and almost convinced himself that things would go fine the boat has come ashore. He steps off to aid his younger boat companions and sets them off to the castle. The Thestral trots off on its own once all three of the kids have seated themselves, leaving Yoongi by himself for a few short moments.

As the rest of the students arrive, he and the other prefects transfer the students from boat to carriage with few hitches. A blonde first year girl who only reaches up to around Yoongi’s chest starts crying when she catches sight of the Thestrals and Yoongi wonders only momentarily what she had witnessed at such a young age to be able to see them before rushing to her side. Namjoon seemed very much relieved when Yoongi came to the rescue, having no experience with crying eleven year olds or seeing Thestrals in his own sixteen years of life. While Namjoon assures the rest of the first years everything was okay, Yoongi crouches down to eye level with the girl. It only takes a few calm words and Yoongi stroking the mane of the Thestral of the girl’s carriage to convince her it was safe.

One particular Thestral seemed restless and uneasy to Yoongi. It’s smaller than the rest and keeps shaking its head in what seems to be frustration, he thinks it must be a new addition to the school’s herd. He keeps an eye on it and takes it upon himself to stop a group of fifth years from boarding its carriage when he sees how it turns back at the kids when they make too much noise. He lies and says to them that it’s a prefect only carriage, and who are they to question him, so they leave. Thank god being Head Boy gives him that authority because when he slowly approaches the Thestral to lead it aside it raises itself onto its hind legs and screeches out a whine, had he not sensed its discomfort there may have been an accident. He shushes it and sticks out an upturned palm to it as an offer. The Thestral calms down and after a minute long stare down between the two, it approaches him and lets his palm touch its snout. He moves his hand up and down its snout as soothingly as he can muster and eventually moves his hand to its neck to continue petting it. Eventually its breathing gets shallower and when he makes eye contact its gaze is unwavering, he assumes it has gotten used to his presence and grabs it reigns to walk it just a bit away from the crowds of students.

Other than those two incidents and a faulty wheel, things go smoothly.

With the rest of the students on their way to the castle, Sunyoung once again calls for the prefects to gather. Yoongi prepares himself for what is probably his last speech as Head Boy.

“Good work today,” he begins, “now for the final obstacle of the night, the first years.” The small crowd of upperclassmen laugh at that and Sunyoung hits lightly at his shoulder, although he’s sure she’s giggling too. “Jokes aside though, this is probably the most important part, well not really I guess ensuring the journey goes well determines whether or not we actually have students this year but anyway,” he figures he should actually instruct them if he doesn’t want Sunyoung to bruise his ribs, “A lot of the first years are probably very excitable, or nervous, or both, I’m sure we all remember our first evening at the castle,” there are hums of agreement, “Sunyoung and I will be giving them the standard short tour after Professor Lee speaks with them, but we’ll need a few volunteers to help us herd them around, the rest of you can head to the Great Hall. Any takers?”

He isn’t surprised when Namjoon keeps his hand by his side but can’t help but glare at his younger friend who just smiles back in return. But no matter, after the bubbly fifth year Hufflepuff Im Nayeon and revered sixth year Ravenclaw Kang Seungyoon step forward a few more people follow; enough for Yoongi to feel like they won’t have any wandering first years. Among them he spots Jimin again and smiles at the boy because at least he would have one person there he was kind of friends with. The other boy looks away quickly after they make eye contact and Yoongi doesn’t know if he had missed the smile he had directed at him, which in hindsight is okay with Yoongi because the action may actually come across as a little creepy.

“Alright, thank you to those who volunteered,” Sunyoung chimes, “The last duty you have tonight is to lead your Houses to their common rooms after the sorting and dinner are over. Make sure that the first years are taken care of while we eat and that they’re shown around your respective House’s living accommodations.”

“When someone is sorted into your house, one of you at each table please stand up for at least the first few names so that the kids know where to go. Oh and, if no one else offers, let them sit next to you so that they don’t feel too nervous about not knowing anyone or having no place to sit.” Yoongi recites Headmaster Park’s specific instructions. Once he’s finished with that Sunyoung dismisses them and the prefects disperse to their carriages. When Yoongi walks in the opposite direction Sunyoung does, the Head Girl arches an eyebrow and he shoots her a look he hopes conveys that she go without him. It seems she understands because she and the volunteers head off as well.

The Thestral he had taken to the side from before seems calm still, but Yoongi is apprehensive and approaches it slowly, making sure to make noise as he steps so that it knows he’s coming. When he’s by its side he reaches up to stroke through its stringy black mane and it whinnies. It’s a strange sound coming from a creature associated with death, so youthful and content. Yoongi’s other hand comes up to pet along its neck, he watches the white wisps that leave his mouth as he breathes out and really it should be eerie the way the Thestral looks so ashy under his breath. But the quiet is peaceful and the faint warmth his skeletal companion supplies his hand makes the moment feel much more serene than one would expect.

At the sound of footsteps though, the Thestral shakes its head again and Yoongi looks over to see who it is.

It’s Jimin, wand clutched in his hand and moonlight on his cheekbones. Yoongi’s eyebrows shoot up and he walks toward the other boy, “Shouldn’t you be with Sunyoung?”

Jimin stops at his words and his free hand plays with the too-long sleeve of his black cloak, “Um, well yes, but I figured you’d want this back,” he offers his wand to Yoongi who realises belatedly that it is not in fact Jimin’s wand but his own.

He takes the last few steps until he’s right in front of Jimin and takes the wand from him. His mouth hangs open a little in shock and when he doesn’t make to say anything Jimin shifts audibly on his spot and says, “After you instructed us in the prefect carriage I saw that you had left it on your seat. It must of fell out of your pocket or something-”

“Park Jimin thank you so much. You have no idea how grateful I am right now,” Jimin doesn’t meet his eyes but Yoongi sees the way the boy’s lips pull upward into a small smile.

“It’s nothing, I should’ve given it to you sooner really,” the boy almost whispers.

“No, no this is fine. I’m just glad I have this again, I probably would’ve lost the Head Boy position if I turned up to the castle wandless. Thank you so much, I could probably kiss you right now,” the last words kind of just slip out of him and he doesn’t miss the way Jimin’s eyes widen, fuck, he was overstepping wasn’t he. “Not really though, that’d be sexual harassment, forget I said that.”

Jimin giggles and it’s a high airy sound that Yoongi wouldn’t mind hearing again, “It’s okay, I know you were kidding.” There’s a somewhat nervous smile on the younger boy’s face now and he bites his lip as if he doesn’t know whether to continue or not. He seems to make up his mind though because he sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth for a second before he asks, “You can see them then?”

His gaze is directed behind Yoongi and he can only assume the boy means the Thestral. He glances over his shoulder to see the Thestral staring back at them and nods. Jimin sucks in an audible breath and Yoongi turns back to him.

“How- I mean, um, what did you see, if you don’t mind me asking,” Yoongi shakes his head slightly to show the younger boy that he doesn’t.

“Back before I knew I was a wizard and still went to muggle school, a boy two years older than me was struck by lightning on our elementary school’s sports day. He was running the relay and I guess the baton attracted the lightning,” Jimin doesn’t say anything so he continues, “The first year I came here I was terrified when I saw them. What kind of school uses malnourished looking skeletal horses to pull the kids’ carriages? It didn’t help that it seemed like no one else could see them, honestly I thought they were pulling some mean prank on me for being muggle-born and not knowing anything about the wizarding world.” He chuckles at the memory, it wasn’t until Seokjin had told him what they were that he realised no one was out to get him.

“Oh,” Jimin mumbles, “That sucks, I don’t know what I would’ve done.”

Yoongi just shrugs, “Yeah well, don’t worry about it too much, kid. You could say it was character building.” He takes the Thestral’s reigns and starts to lead them back to the path; momentarily, he wonders if Jimin sees the reigns or if it looks like his hands are grasping onto thin air.

Once they reach the path the two climb onto the carriage and the Thestral sets off without any coaxing or guidance. Maybe Yoongi had just been worrying too much from the start. It trots at a pace with little urgency and Yoongi takes this time to really take in the sight of the Hogwarts castle standing proudly ahead of them. Jimin on the other hand, sits by his side fidgeting every now and then and not making eye contact. The air between them is slightly uncomfortable and Yoongi can’t help but wonder if he really is that intimidating. His mother had always scolded him for looking like he was scowling when he wasn’t smiling.

Jimin breaks the silence before Yoongi can think of anything to say, “What do they look like?”

“The Thestrals?” he asks dumbly. The other boy only nods.

Yoongi contemplates what he should say for a few moments before finding he can’t really think of a description that doesn’t sound at least vaguely terrifying, “About the same as the illustrations in our textbooks, just with less y’know,” he gestures vaguely, “smoke and darkness and stuff.”

“Oh,” Yoongi can’t help but think Jimin sounds a little disappointed in his answer.

They arrive shortly after the exchange and Yoongi thanks Jimin again, “Really, thanks Jimin. If it weren’t for you the professors would see what a mess of a Head Boy I am.”

Jimin’s face twists into something like a frown and he says with a voice much firmer than the one he’d used previously, “You’re not a mess,” Yoongi snorts at this, “No I mean it. I think you’re a great Head Boy.”

He can’t help but blush at the words but tries to cover it up by turning away to head towards where he’s supposed to meet Sunyoung and Professor Lee, mumbling a thanks under his breath. He throws a, “Come up to the main entrance and wait with the other prefects until Sunyoung and I come by,” over shoulder as he goes.

He doesn’t turn around to see Jimin’s response but when he rounds the corner to the staircase he catches the smile that’s sent his way, whether or not Jimin had wanted him to. But as much as it comforts him and does actually slightly make him feel like he’s doing a competent job, he can’t let his thoughts linger on it for too long or he’ll be late to meeting up with Professor Lee. As lenient a professor as he is, Lee Jinki is also known for jinxing latecomers. He breaks out into a faster pace and barely has time to register that he seems to have one shadow too many, let alone question the fact as to why that is.

If Yoongi exerts his unfit self jogging up the stairs, no one but him has to know.

When Yoongi collapses onto his mattress he can practically feel his bones melting. His organs will probably shut down soon too, leaving him to be just sack of jelly-like genetic material. He grimaces at the thought, he should really stop watching those weird ‘biological thrillers’ with Hoseok, it’s not like he even understands them with the other boy screaming in his ear half the film.

He shifts so he’s on his back, the bed being large enough for a full 180 degree roll. If anything, being Head Boy at least gave him the benefit of the best accommodation available to students. His new quarters is as large as the room he had shared with three others over the past six years and he has it all to himself. The ceiling is higher too, and when he looks closely, small specks of light shine back at him almost as if he were looking up at the stars. Whether the school had bewitched it or if it was the work of the previous Head Boy Yoongi doesn’t know, but despite not really being an outdoors-y guy, the faint glow of the little lights mesmerise him. The quiet of the room almost lulls him to sleep right away but he pulls himself up before he can doze off so he can at least get changed out of his robes.

With a wave of his wand the lights on his ceiling brighten and the curtains draw closed. The room, he realises, is in the colour scheme of his house. The sheets of his bed green matching the carpet in front of it and the wooden furniture painted a sleek black. Yoongi has never really cared for green, it’s too foresty for his liking, but paired with the large volume of black he doesn’t really mind; the interior design of his quarters is among the lowest of his priorities.

Once he’s changed into his sleepwear, a loose grey t-shirt and some sweats, he hears a thump from downstairs. When he goes down to check it out, hoping to whoever is out there listening that he’d just imagined it, he’s relieved to find only Sunyoung in front of the fireplace bending over to pick up the book she had probably just dropped. She stands up and sees him by the staircase, she gestures for him to come sit with her on the couch. Yoongi knows that denying or accepting her request would both be awkward, so he goes with the latter to at least make an attempt at becoming more comfortable with her.

He settles on the couch, leaving a good few inches in between them.

“Good work today,” she tells him. He returns the compliment and she asks about why he had stayed back when they got off the boats. As he explains about the Thestral incident he thinks to himself about the evening. Sunyoung is right, they had done good work.

Eventually Sunyoung yawns and Yoongi chuckles, “You should sleep, we’ve done more than enough today.”

“You’re right, I’ll be heading off then, you should too,” he nods in response. Sunyoung rises from the couch and stretches her limbs before heading to her room. But right as she reaches the top of the staircase she pauses and looks back at Yoongi again, “You and Park Jimin were pretty cute today, showing the kids around together and patiently answering their questions and such.”

He blushes at her statement and Yoongi would never have guessed he would get to see sweet Park Sunyoung smirk, then again a lot of things were happening this year that he never thought would.

It doesn’t take long for him to fall asleep after that and he finds out that even the couch in the Head Student common room is more comfortable than the twin beds they use in the Slytherin Dungeons.

“Fuck this crick in my neck,” Seokjin scowls at choice of wording. Yoongi doesn’t pay much mind to it though and desperately tries to knead out the ache in his neck.

Seokjin pours him some tea in a wooden mug Yoongi vaguely remembers they bought together last winter break, “Drink this, it should help soothe the pain,” he accepts the drink as graciously as he’s capable of being, “I thought the beds in the Head Students’ rooms were supposed to be like magic or something.”

Yoongi snorts at that, “Everything in this goddamn castle is magic,” he doesn’t wilt under Seokjin’s glare but he does make the effort to try to not swear from then on, “And yeah, the bed’s really big but I fell asleep on the couch like an idiot.”

He hears Seokjin’s squeaky laugh and takes a sip of his drink only to grimace at the bitter taste before downing the whole cup. He figures if it burns his throat whatever herbs Seokjin had put in it should soothe that pain as well.

“Old habits die hard I guess,” Seokjin muses. Yoongi only hums and thinks back to all the times he had fallen asleep on Seokjin’s couch when they were younger, he hadn’t even made it up to the older boy’s room the first time he slept over when he was five and Seokjin was six. And when he had still just been a regular Slytherin without the fancy title he practically owned the deed for the couch closest to the fireplace in the common room.

“How’s graduated life then?” Seokjin pours himself a cup of something from a thermos that’s a clear red colour before answering, “About the same as being a student here really.”

“That’s only because you decided to stay for an extra year to be Professor Bae’s glorified teaching assistant,” the other boy smacks his arm lightly and frowns at him.

“It’s good experience for the field I want to work in you know? Being the assistant to the Herbology professor does wonders for when you apply for an internship at the hospital and Joohyun was kind enough to offer, plus I get free accommodation, even if it isn’t as fancy as yours,” Yoongi nearly laughs at the way Seokjin is most definitely sulking into his cup.

“I know, I’m kidding. How is she by the way?” At his question Seokjin only lets out a pained sigh and sets down his drink.

“Forgetful as always, she didn’t even show up for her second class of the year because she forgot that she has a new schedule,” Seokjin rubs at his forehead and Yoongi chuckles at his meager attempt to alleviate the stress of working with the nicest but simultaneously most disorganized professor at Hogwarts.

“Same old Professor Bae,” Yoongi murmurs, to which Seokjin grunts back as a response.

They sit in silence for a while, interrupted only by the sounds of Seokjin slurping at his drink. Though he may tease him for staying a year longer, Yoongi is glad his oldest friend was still at Hogwarts, even if he was technically an authority figure now (he had always kind of felt like an overbearing mother anyway, now it’s just official). What a coincidence it had been that a year after his best friend had been sent away to a boarding school, Yoongi would receive a letter from that very same boarding school. A wizarding one at that. Honestly, probably the only reason him and his parents believed any of it was because of a long detailed sit-down they had had with Seokjin’s half-blood family.

“What about you Yoongi? How’s being Head Boy?” Seokjin prods.

There’s a lot of things Yoongi could say about being Head Boy, and most of them he’d be comfortable with Seokjin hearing. Despite being only a few months older than him, Seokjin had always seemed more mature than the moody Yoongi, at least in Yoongi’s eyes if in no one else’s.

“It’s hard of course, but maybe I worked myself up too much for it-”

“You definitely did. I don’t think I saw you smile once during the last two weeks of summer.”

“Okay sure, fine, whatever. You were right,” Seokjin smiles triumphantly, “As far as I know nothing went wrong yesterday and while it’s mostly because Sunyoung and I were breathing down the other prefects’ necks it’s still surprising. It’s weird actually, everyone listens to me most of the time.”

Seokjin arches an eyebrow at the statement, “People have always listened to you. It’s kind of hard to not want to listen to you when you barely say five words during conversations.”

“I just mean that from what I saw, sometimes the kids wouldn’t listen to the Head Students, let alone prefects, last year,” Yoongi offers.

“Maybe that’s why they chose you then,” Seokjin says, still quite nonchalant.

Yoongi pauses. He looks down into his empty mug before replying, “Maybe.”

“Don’t worry so much Yoongi, a certain Hufflepuff told me you’re a great Head Boy,” Yoongi furrows his eyebrows because the words echo almost exactly what Jimin had said to him last night.

“Really, who?”

Seokjin looks up at him like the answer is obvious and Yoongi squirms just the tiniest bit in anticipation, “Sunyoung.”

“Oh,” he can’t help but feel a little disappointed at the answer but he doesn’t know why. Why does he care who thinks he’s doing a good job, as long someone does that should be good enough. Still, his mouth is bitter after the exchange, whether from the tea Seokjin made him drink or the lack of validation from a fifth year Hufflepuff he doesn’t know.

The older stands up and takes his cup to the sink before heading towards the exit, “I have to go, Joohyun wants help with potting the Mandrakes. Just put your mug in the sink when you’re done.” Yoongi watches as Seokjin stuffs a muffin in his mouth and struggles with his shoes.

“Why don’t you just take the muffin after you’ve put on your shoes?” he sighs.

Seokjin just mumbles something about priorities before heading off and leaving Yoongi to wonder how he’s already in his seventh year and still hasn’t figured out how Hufflepuffs think.

He sits in silence until his attention is distracted by a movement in the shadows. When he looks up though, he finds he’s still alone.

 Jungkook’s legs invade Jimin’s space as the younger boy sprawls out on the floor of Taehyung’s room. Jimin curses the youngest’s growth spurt for not only making him the shortest but also inconveniencing him.

“I’m telling you it’s a shit idea,” Taehyung pouts at the Slytherin’s harsh words.

“You and Jimin are both great at potions, I’m sure you could make Professor Choi fall in love with Nearly Headless Nick with one,” Jimin wonders if it’s healthy for Jungkook to roll his eyes as hard as he does.

“Tae Jungkook has a point, besides why do you even want to do that?” Jimin tries to be the voice of reason in times like this. Really it should be Jungkook since he’s arguably the smartest of them but the brat’s too morally ambiguous sometimes for Jimin to trust him with that responsibility.

Taehyung frowns a little and opens his mouth as if to say something before closing it. Eventually he grumbles, “I don’t know I just thought it would be funny.”

From his spot on the floor Jimin just sighs and tries to think of a better prank.

Jungkook reaches over him to pat Taehyung’s thigh, “You’re on the right track Tae. I also want to prank a Ravenclaw, just maybe not the Head of House.”

 “So Yoongi, thinking of taking the apparition course again this year?” Are the first words he hears when he steps into Heechul’s classroom. He sighs and closes the door behind him but doesn’t make to go further into the room.

“Is that what you asked to meet about, I thought it was something important,” Heechul beckons him over and after hesitating for only a second, Yoongi walks up to his desk, “You know, you really should stop flaunting that I failed the course last year, isn’t that a sign of your incompetence as a teacher?” He prods at the very real human skull on the professor’s desk before levelling Heechul with a judging gaze.

Heechul clicks his tongue, “I shouldn’t think so, everyone else passed,” Yoongi just hums in displeasure and Heechul motions for him to take a seat, “Good thing it’s not a N.E.W.T. class.”

“Yeah, good thing,” he replies monotonously.

“Right, so the reason I asked for you to see me is because I need a favour,” Yoongi arches a challenging brow at the man in front of him.

“And your tactic to get me to do so is to insult me as soon as I enter the room?” he supplies.

Heechul shakes his head in displeasure and tuts Yoongi with his arms crossed. Yoongi can’t help but feel like a scolded child, it’s a weird feeling because he’s done absolutely nothing wrong.

“It’s called banter Yoongi, we’re friends and that’s a normal thing that friends do,” his professor begins, “Anyway, since we’re friends, I’m asking you both as a friend who values your company and as a professor who acknowledges your wizarding skills.”

It’s a weak compliment, but it’s the best he’ll get from Heechul, “Alright, so what is this favour you're asking of me?”

“Thursday, third lesson I’m teaching some fifth years Nonverbal spell casting, but you know as well as I do that some kids catch on faster than others. I just want you there to give some one on one pointers to any kids who look like they need it. I already checked that your schedule lines up and it’ll be extra credit of course.”

With the way Heechul had been setting it up, and just in general the kind of person the professor is, Yoongi was expecting anything from going into the Forbidden Forest to collect some rare plant to delivering his letter of resignation to the Headmaster. This is much tamer than what he had expected.

“Okay.” He says after little thought. It’s the obvious answer really.

Heechul claps his hands together and smiles gleefully, it’s a little unsettling, “Great! It’ll mostly just be simple disarming spells and charms, maybe jinxes if they’re feeling up for it.”

After he nods Yoongi thinks this about the time he should take his leave. There’s something bugging him still though. Something he doesn’t think Seokjin could give him good advice about.

“Heechul, have you been seeing weird black spots or movements lately?” he asks slowly, he tries to convey through the tone of his voice that it’s a serious question, but it’s hard when he normally speaks with a deadpan.

Heechul gives him a funny look, “What, you afraid of the dark or something,” Yoongi stares back unamused, “Hm, what kind of dark spots?”

Yoongi considers how to describe them without just saying ‘shadows’, maybe he should’ve taken that creative writing course Namjoon was nagging him about all summer.

“Like black cloth blowing in the wind. Although, movement is less random than that. I always feel like I see it moving towards me, but when I look up I see nothing.” Heechul sits in silence and Yoongi hopes he’s considering his words seriously.

“Dementors?”

Yoongi scoffs, “I know what a Dementor looks like you ass, besides wouldn’t they be more noticeable than that. From what I’ve read they seem less for lurking and more for sucking your soul out of your face.” While it’s completely unfounded, Yoongi had actually already considered the possibility of Dementors and it did quite frighten him, that’s why he wanted a second opinion.

“You’re right, but I’m not quite sure what else it could be other than someone pranking you or a Lethifold,” Heechul offers.

“A Lethifold?”

The professor nods, “A possible relative or hybrid of Dementors, they look like a sheet of black cloth a engulf whole creatures while they sleep,” he explains. Yoongi’s stomach drops and it must show on his face because Heechul is quick to add, “They’re only found in the tropics though. So it’s impossible for it to be that. No one has ever brought one out of the tropics successfully, at least that the Ministry knows of.”

Yoongi nods back, but the additional information only makes him feel slightly better. Heechul, for what it’s worth, seems to be more empathic than Yoongi gives him credit for and offers him a genuine look of concern.

“While I highly doubt it’s either of those two, it’s a good thing you mastered the Patronus Charm last year,” Yoongi looks at him questioningly, “It’s the only known protection from either of those things. I told you extra Defence lessons with me would be worth it,” Heechul jokes.

It’s irrational for Yoongi to feel as scared as he does since Dementors haven’t been banned from campus for the past twenty years and Lethifolds have never even existed in England, the knowledge that he might stand a chance defending himself against them comforts him at least a little.

Yoongi can’t say Heechul doesn’t try.

Jimin often wishes the DADA classroom had chairs. Professor Kim was hardly ever on time, and about a third of the lessons would be comprised of demonstrations, which Jimin would be able to pay more attention to if he wasn’t always thinking about his aching feet. He shifts his weight to the balls of his feet and leans his head heavily on Taehyung’s upper arm, his head can’t quite reach his friend’s shoulder.

His eyelids flutter shut just as someone enters the room. Thinking it’s his professor, Jimin just sighs and presses his face into Taehyung’s robe. He doesn’t understand why he still has to take this class when he already knows he’s going to become a potioneer, people will argue self-defence but there hasn’t been the need for a potion master to excel in casting curses since the early 2000’s. It’s not even that Jimin isn’t good at charms and such, infact, Charms is his second best subject. He just doesn’t see the need for a whole other class to teach him how to use them in a confrontational situation, he’s sure that if the time comes the adrenaline will kick in and save his sorry ass. If not, well, then Jimin guesses he must’ve been wrong.

When he feels Taehyung’s shoulders shake and chest buzz with laughter, Jimin is confused. He’s even more confused when instead of hearing his professor’s usual loud and boisterous voice, all that can be heard is a pained sigh.

He looks up to see not the face of Kim Heechul, but the top of Min Yoongi’s head as he massages the bridge of his nose. To his side, Taehyung is staring at him with shit eating grin and Jimin pales.

His attention is quickly directed back to Yoongi when the older boy speaks, “Well, if Heechul isn’t going to show up on time then we don’t need to start the lesson on time either.” Jimin should be rejoicing at the fact that he doesn’t have to spar anyone for at least another couple of minutes, but instead his pulse is racing and he blushes at how gravelly and sleepy Yoongi’s voice sounds. He even misses how Taehyung is eyeing him suggestively because of how focused he is on watching Yoongi. Yes, it’s probably a little bit creepy, Jimin knows, but he can’t help but feel less like a stalker when Yoongi catches his gaze and smiles at him.

It’s a pity Professor Kim walks in before Jimin can reciprocate, Yoongi’s attention is torn away from him and Jimin has to refrain from pouting.

“Glad to see you decided to show up Heechul, it’s not like your paycheck depends on it or anything,” Professor Kim just grins at Yoongi and ruffles his hair. It’s probably not healthy for Jimin to find the glare Yoongi sends the professor as a response as cute as he does.

Professor Kim turns to his class of students with his signature crazed smile plastered across his face, it would probably be more worrying if it weren’t there to be honest, “Today you’re going to be practising some Nonverbal spell casting, which is why I’ve brought everyone’s favourite Head Boy,” he slings an arm around said boy, “Min Yoongi, master of the wordless magic.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes but when prompted by the professor complies in demonstrating a disarming spell in complete silence. Jimin finds himself paying much more attention to the demonstration than he thought he would. It’s less to do with how Nonverbal spells give you the upperhand as your opponent doesn’t know what spell you’re casting until it hits them and more to do with how Yoongi’s brow will furrow in concentration and how tensed his fingers are around his wand.

After some more passionate explanations from Professor Kim and reluctant demonstrations from Yoongi, they’re told to pair off and practice. Begrudgingly, Jimin pairs up with a much more talented in offensive spell casting Taehyung and they find an area in the classroom for themselves. Taehyung seems to have few troubles adapting to just waving his wand to produce the desired spells, but Jimin can hardly get the beginnings of the sparks of spell to be produced.

“Just relax Jiminie, try to disarm me and don’t think about anything else,” Jimin scowls at the generic advice and how Taehyung’s hair is that mossy colour it gets when he’s feeling amused.

With a deep breath, Jimin raises his wand and shouts Expelliarmus in his head.

A dim jet of red light escapes the tip of his wand before fizzling out a two thirds of the distance between him and Taehyung. He groans in frustration until he feels a presence next to him.

Yoongi’s voice is quiet but firm when he speaks, “When you cast a spell non verbally, the movement of your hand is very important. You have to get it to be as accurate as possible because no matter how hard you concentrate, in order to channel the magic into your wand it must be redirected properly by your body.”

Jimin sees how the older boy hesitates slightly before loosely gripping Jimin’s wrist with his fingers. He fights back a blush when Yoongi’s index finger slides up to rest on the back of his hand, “When you casted the Disarming Charm the overall movement of your hand was right but at the very end, your wrist,” he applies pressure with his finger to make Jimin’s wrist bend, “has to snap to get the spell out completely. Y'know, give it that final kick.”

Jimin nods dumbly and sees Taehyung grinning at them. A breathy laugh to his left has him flinching in Yoongi’s hold.

“You shouldn’t listen to him Jimin, the only reason our dear Yoongi is so good at Nonverbal magic is because his wand is made of pine,” Professor Kim says as he walks over.

Yoongi scoffs and his breath causes Jimin’s hair to tickle his ear, “Then why’d you ask me to help you out today.”

“To lessen my workload.”

“Sure,” Jimin’s wrist feels cold when Yoongi lets go of him. Before the older boy heads off to help the next pair Jimin looks over his shoulder to see Yoongi looking back at him.

The eye contact has Jimin almost cracking his neck whipping his head around and Taehyung bursting into tears.

The hallway to the Ravenclaw Tower is quiet at night. Moonlight illuminates the walls, giving them an even bluer appearance to remind Jimin that he is almost trespassing. As if he could forget, his eyes can barely stay still in their sockets, flicking from side to side to try and catch any movements in the shadows.

Technically, Jimin isn’t breaking any rules by being there. In fact, he’s doing a service to the school, his prefect patrol shift to be specific.

He just hopes that Jungkook and Taehyung would hurry up. He’s already done his part, pulled his weight, and if they caught now it’ll be because Jimin has friends that can’t cast charms fast enough.

His footsteps echo as he paces up and down the hallway. They hadn’t planned anything too terrible (or too difficult to cast), just a few sudden noise scares and a field that would turn anyone who walked through it neon purple, so what the hell was taking them so long. They were already known pranksters but they’d never pranked a whole house so it was a pretty risky stunt. But as long as they left no evidence behind no one would be able to connect them to the scene of crime and they’d get away with it.

He sighs in relief when he heard footsteps approaching to his right and turns around to tell Taehyung to fucking hurry back to the Gryffindor Tower.

Except that is not Taehyung walking towards him. That is most definitely Min Yoongi, moonlight bouncing off his hair and scarf wrapped around his mouth and neck, making his way to Jimin. Shit, why is he here?

“Jinyoung has a fever,” Yoongi informs him, “I thought it would be too much to ask of someone to take his shift with only an hour’s notice so here I am.”

Jimin gulps and the cold air hits the back of his throat, “Oh.”

Another set of footsteps then rush towards them from the same direction Yoongi had come from.

“Okay I’m done, good luck wi-” Taehyung freezes when he sees Jimin isn’t alone.

Yoongi’s gaze flickers between Taehyung and Jimin and the latter wilts just the slightest in embarrassment and shame. Of course this would happen, why couldn’t he just be the good prefect he was supposed to be. It wouldn’t take long for Yoongi to connect the dots and then Jimin would lose his position as prefect along with any respect or friendly feelings Yoongi harboured for him.

To his surprise the older boy only sighs and says, “Just go cast whatever counterspells necessary and I’ll let you off,” Taehyung must be as shocked as Jimin because he stays rooted to his spot for a few moments before Yoongi snaps at him, “Do you want me to report you? Is that it?” which has the boy sprinting back in the direction he came from.

“I don’t understand, he was breaking the rules. I was helping him break the rules shouldn’t you do something about that?” The words come out before Jimin can stop them and he swears Yoongi’s gaze softens.

“Maybe next time, for now though we’re even,” Jimin just wishes Min Yoongi would stop confusing him with every sentence that leaves his mouth. Even? What does that mean?

“For when you found my wand, you saved me my position as Head Boy so I’ll help you keep your prefect status by pretending none of this happened,” he says, he must’ve sensed Jimin’s confusion.

“Oh. I, um.” Jimin stutters. He chews on his lip before his eyes flicker to meet Yoongi’s, “Thank you. This won’t happen again, I swear.”

“Jimin it's done! Next time we should use fucking-”

“I should’ve known you’d be involved,” Yoongi interrupts Jungkook. Jimin sees how Jungkook nearly trips at his tone, “And I thought I told you not to use muggle swears.”

“That better be all of them, if Professor Choi suspects a thing you bet your asses I’m not going to deny anything,” Yoongi spits at the trio. Well, the venom in his words is mostly directed at Jungkook because this is not the reputation Yoongi wants for the kid everyone teasingly calls his son. Taehyung is his friend so of course he wants the best for him as well but he knows scolding him will get them nowhere. And Jimin, well, Yoongi’s newfound fondness for the boy (it’s not an attraction, no matter how much Hoseok and his Divination skills insist it is) makes it hard for him to get angry at him. But Jungkook, Jungkook is another story.

“I’d appreciate it a lot if when the two of you head back you don’t try anything else. In fact it’d be ideal if you don’t try anything else at least until after I graduate,” he finishes.

The boys nod and Yoongi is tired enough at that point to be satisfied with that.

So when he turns around and sees a floating black sheet he nearly screams in frustration because these three boys were really testing his patience, no matter how cute Jimin is.

He turns back to see that Taehyung and Jungkook have the audacity to start walking back to their dorms, “I thought I told you to make sure everything was taken care of.”

Taehyung looks back at him with wide eyes and Jungkook turns to him and says, “But we did, Taehyung must’ve used at least thirty counter-spells in each area.”

Yoongi sighs and he can feel his nostrils flaring but he’s really being pushed to his limit here. He steps towards them and is pleased to see how they shrink back before demanding, “Then what the hell is that?” He points at the levitating blackness drawing nearer to them with a challenging look in his eyes.

Taehyung’s mouth falls open and Jungkook’s eyes widen. Beside him, Jimin takes a few steps and away from it before answering in a shaky voice, “I-I don’t know.”

That has Yoongi’s confidence faltering. He looks back at the sheet and his heart rate picks up.

‘A possible relative or hybrid of Dementors, they look like a sheet of black cloth a engulf whole creatures while they sleep.’ Heechul’s voice echoes in his mind. For once it’s not annoying.

A Lethifold.

Yoongi knows that it’s impossible. That they only live in the tropics and that nothing that dangerous would ever make on campus. Still, he can feel the coldness it exudes even at this distance, it ripples as it draws closer, soundless and menacing. He moves to stand between it and the others. He tries not to notice the way his hand trembles as he reaches for his wand and raises it to cast a spell.

“Stupefy!” The spell his the creature but it doesn’t stop moving.

Realising how dangerous the situation is he sees no option now but to flee. He grabs Jimin’s hand and breaks off into a sprint, “Run!”

Taehyung and Jungkook are ahead of them and every time Yoongi looks back he sees the blackness closer than it was before. Jimin’s hand clutches onto his and his palm is sweaty. He’s not as fast as Yoongi, and the older boy worries that the sheet will catch up to them.

With all the strength he has in him, Yoongi pulls Jimin ahead of him and pushes him towards the other two.

When he’s sure Jimin is beyond the reach of the creature he stops and turns around to face it.

His whole arm shakes and he hopes he’s right when he bets on the spell he casts.

“Expecto Patronum!” A white light illuminates the hall and his Patronus bounds out from his wand.

The fox is translucent and weightless as it lands on the thing now at his feet. The Lethifold shrieks and curls into itself. His Patronus follows it as it slinks away, poised ready to attack and pounces when the Lethifold tries to escape. Black soot and dust is shed as the creature screams and eventually it falls to the ground.

Yoongi stands alone in the hall. The Lethifold is unmoving and his Patronus fades away.

The fact that the Lethifold had been following Yoongi around specifically, was not a coincidence.

As Heechul had said, Lethifolds are native to the tropics, none have ever been known to have survived anywhere where there were actually four seasons. Not until very recently.

Lee Hyunkyu is outside the door after Yoongi finishes speaking with Headmaster Kim about the incident the night after it had happened.

He apologises far more than Yoongi feels is necessary. It was after all his father, Lee Sooman, who had set the Lethifold after Yoongi, not him.

“I didn’t want to believe the rumors, the tabloids have been claiming for months now that there was a powerful Ministry employee who was practicing Dark Magic. A week back a ghostwriter claimed my father was dealing in creatures classified as XXXXX,” the boy explains, “I’m so sorry my father did this to you.”

He sighs and Yoongi feels sorry for him regardless of the circumstances. It’s not hard to predict that people will think that Hyunkyu will grow up to follow in his father’s footsteps.

“All of this just because I didn’t become Head Boy,” Hyunkyu shakes his head, “Father was always too prideful, I’m just glad you weren’t hurt.”

They eat lunch together, well aware of the many pairs of eyes watching them. Yoongi tries not to show how shaken up he is and Hyunkyu gives him the space he needs.

When they finish, Hyunkyu tells him, “I know it’s irrelevant, but you’re a much better Head Boy than I could ever be,” before he heads off.

It’s oddly comforting.

Yoongi’s a bath man.

It’s a fact that Hoseok will never stop teasing him about and that has even Namjoon giggling when mentioned. But Yoongi isn’t ashamed of the fact. He’s confident enough in himself and his masculinity to be able to admit that he enjoys a nice warm bath complete with bubbles, floral scents, and water that looks like a grade schooler washed their brushes from art class in.

But with all the stress of being Head Boy, studying for N.E.W.T.s, trying not to crush on fifth years, and, most recently, being chased by Lethifolds, Yoongi had forgone anything as time consuming as a nice but ultimately useless bath. In fact he had all but forgotten about his new privilege of the Prefects’ Bathroom. Surprisingly, it had been Hoseok to suggest for him to finally utilize this privilege.

So here he is, half-naked and half worried someone will walk in on him.

He shrugs the feeling off when he pulls a lever and starts to fill the pool-sized tub with a clear, dilute orange liquid, bubbles forming and giving Yoongi’s mind some peace that he’ll be at least slightly covered if someone were to walk in. The air smells tangy and sweet and Yoongi sheds his remaining layers, leaving them in a pile on the floor, before sliding in. A voice in his head that he suspects is Hoseok or Heechul or some god awful fusion of the two also named something starting with ‘H’ tells him to taste the liquid he’s emerged himself in. It smells and looks enough like orange squash, right? Yoongi shudders at the thought and leans back, letting his back hit the edge of the tub and his eyes fall shut.

He’s tempted to let himself fall asleep. To let the gentle aroma of his bath and the harps he swears he can hear playing lull him into a soothing state of unconsciousness that has been just out of his grasp over the past few days.

A quiet creak as the door to the bathroom swings open has his eyes fluttering open though. He’s a little hazy when he sits up and his face scrunches up in confusion as he turns to look at the entrance.

Park Jimin, with his wide eyes, mussed black hair and sleeves rolled up to his elbows, stares back at him with his mouth agape. It clamps shut shortly after.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disturb, I’ll leave,” the younger boy squeaks.

Yoongi shakes his head as best he can and finds himself speaking, “No, no, don’t let me stop you. This bathroom is communal afterall. Well, for everyone who has ‘earned the right’ at least.”

He can see how Jimin hesitates at his offer, bottom lip sucked into his mouth and eyebrows furrowed before he nods back and makes his way to a bath a respectful two away from Yoongi’s.

Yoongi leans back and closes his eyes again, the sounds of Jimin undressing and starting a lavender scented bath filling the air between them.

There’s a hesitant sigh before Jimin’s voice speaks out, small and unsure, “Thank you,” Yoongi cracks an eye open to see Jimin looking back at him over the edge of his tub. Weird, Yoongi swears he hadn’t heard him get in, “For the other night. I… I don’t know what would have happened to us if you hadn’t been there.”

Yoongi snorts quietly, “Nothing evidently. It was me it was after.”

Jimin makes an inquisitive sound and Yoongi arches an eyebrow, “What you haven’t heard?” the other boy just shakes his head no, “Huh, well, I don’t wanna get too into it but uh, someone’s very influential parent didn’t seem to agree with me being Head Boy. What they did seem to agree with though, is me being gone off the surface of the planet.”

The breath Jimin sucks in is audible even over the sounds of the water running from the faucets and taps.

“That’s terrible.”

Yoongi shrugs and it has his body sliding further down into the bath, “What can you do?”

He notices Jimin almost protests at that but seems to think better of it. They spend the rest of Yoongi’s bath in a silence that is on the verge of being tense.

When his skin feels pruny and his limbs like butter, Yoongi decides it’s time for him to get out.

He rises from his position in the tub, suds clinging to his pale skin and his wet bangs sticking to his forehead. Towelling himself off is a pleasurable experience, he feels clean and content and starts pulling his uniform on at a languid pace.

Once he’s done he turns to Jimin, almost having forgotten the other boy was there (and that it probably wasn’t appropriate for him to have changed in front of him), to say goodbye but catches how the younger boy’s eyes flicker away from him as if he had been watching. He would’ve thought he was imagining it, if it weren’t for the tomato like hue of Jimin’s face as the boy stares pointedly at the space in front of him. Huh.

This doesn’t have Yoongi forgetting his manners though so he offers a low, “See you around, Jimin.”

“Yeah,” Jimin’s voice is slightly strained and he doesn’t look at Yoongi.

It brings a smirk to Yoongi’s face.

“Yoongi you’re coming with us to the Quidditch game today,” Hoseok asserts.

“Firstly, I don’t have to do anything you tell me to, secondly, who’s us, there’s no us, it’s just you insisting this Hoseok,” Yoongi all but growls back.

It’s at this moment Namjoon returns from his chat with Sunyoung and plops himself down on Yoongi’s bed, “Us meaning me and Hoseok. You need to get out more Yoongi, you’ve been so stressed, and rightly so of course, but we just want for you to be able to forget all that for a second.”

Hoseok nods and continues, “Besides, it’s Hufflepuff versus Ravenclaw today, so Park Jimin will be there.”

At this Yoongi stiffens slightly, he tries to make it come off as if he is unbothered but Namjoon’s raised brow tells him he’s been caught in the act, “And why do I care?”

The youngest of the three scoffs, “Because you, Min Yoongi, have feelings for someone who isn’t a stuffed pillow.”

Hoseok interjects with a giddy, “Warm mushy feelings that anyone could spot from a mile away!”

“And Hoseok and I are fucked if we pass up on opportunity like this,” Namjoon finishes.

Yoongi tries not to huff like a child being reprimanded, he really does, “What do you mean feelings? How could anyone ever spot them even if I had them. I see him like, once a week, in passing.”

“Namjoonie told me about how you guys whisper during the Prefect meetings when you think everyone’s paying attention to Sunyoung don’t lie! Also I sit next to you when we eat and let me tell you, longing glances even from across the Great Hall are not subtle,” Hoseok informs him. The boy makes his way over the Yoongi who’s sprawled out in front of the bed and offers him his hand.

Yoongi ducks his head in defeat and grumbles under his breath about annoying younger friends who should stop over analyzing everything he does.

As he walks down the stairs he shoots Namjoon a glare, “Since when do you fucking care about Quidditch?”

Namjoon just frowns at him disapprovingly, “I’m in Ravenclaw Yoongi, I sort of have to be there.”

It’s a stupid justification. A stupid, but valid, justification.

Yoongi doesn’t stop grumbling until Jimin waves him from his broom.

When Yoongi opens his eyes the light is far too bright and everything is fuzzy.

His head hurts and he can’t sit up. There’s a dry taste in his mouth and he’s not quite sure where he is.

“Calm down Yoongi, you’re just in the hospital wing,” a familiar voice informs him.

He turns his head towards the direction he thinks it came from and squints his eyes, “Jin?”

A head of brown hair and then Seokjin’s calm face come into view, “Park Jimin should be coming by soon,” the boy smirks just the slightest, “he’s very sorry.”

Yoongi stops squinting because it makes the pain in his head split to the back of his spine but the influx of new information causes the pain to shoot to his left eyebrow, “Sorry? What for?”

Seokjin’s smile disappears, “You don’t remember?”

He would nod but at the moment his neck would probably snap if he tried to. He hopes his silence is an answer enough.

“At the Ravenclaw vs Hufflepuff Quidditch game, a certain fifth year Hufflepuff beater knocked you out with an ill placed bludger,” Seokjin explains.

The memories come flooding back then. Yoongi alone in the Head Student common room. Namjoon and Hoseok barging in and telling him to come to the game. Telling him Park Jimin will be at the game and that he should really just make his move already. At least twenty minutes of Yoongi voicing his denial but eventually giving up and giving in. Being pressed up next to Namjoon with the ear splitting shouts of the first years around him. Jimin seeing him and waving at him. Waving back. Hufflepuff taking the lead. More eye contact with Jimin. A bludger and a bruising pain.

“You should get some rest so you can talk to him properly,” Seokjin suggests.

Yoongi just grunts in reply and Seokjin must take it as an affirmative because he leaves the room shortly after.

Yoongi can’t sleep though. He’s restless, he doesn’t know how long he’s been out for, how badly he’s injured, and most importantly, when Jimin will come.

He busies himself by trying to find the facial expression that causes him the least pain to contort his face into.

Which is why when Jimin comes to visit, Yoongi has his lips pulled into a snarl and eyebrows furrowed (it takes pressure off the sides of his face and jaw where he seems to be aching the most).

The boy falters by the entrance that Yoongi finds so endearing and the expression immediately slips off of his face.

Jimin stands by the foot of his bed and can’t seem to make eye contact, “Yoongi, I’m so sorry,” Yoongi is honestly getting tired of people apologising to him, “I hope you’re not in too much pain. I came by after every lesson to see if you were up and you looked like you were suffering even when you were asleep...”

Yoongi tries to listen to what Jimin is saying, he really does. But with the pain in his face and the drugs probably in his system he feels a little bolder. He’d already (sort of) admitted his feelings to his friends so they probably won’t stop bugging him about it until he does something, like make a move on Jimin. Besides, he’s already almost faced death with the fifth year, rejection is a far less lethal experience to go through with the boy.

“Jimin,” he starts, he smacks his tongue once to regain moisture in his mouth before continuing, “can you come up here?” Jimin looks up at him and after a beat moves to Yoongi’s side.

“Would you,” he glances up at Jimin. The sunlight highlights the blush on his cheeks and Yoongi watches him chew on his lip, “like to go on a date with me?”

Jimin is silent for a few moments during which Yoongi nearly falls asleep until Jimin breaks out into laughter. Before Yoongi even has time to feel rejected though, Jimin smiles at him and says, “Yes, although, I never thought the way to your heart was through a bludger to the face.”
Yoongi smiles lazily and reaches for Jimin’s hand.

He blacks out again with Jimin’s thumb caressing his palm.

When he wakes up again Jimin is gone, but there’s a folded note on the bedside with his name on it.

‘There’s a Hogsmeade trip this weekend, meet me by the bridge at 10?

-Jimin’

He smiles a little, endeared at how shy and unsure Jimin can come across as even in writing. Even with the strange haze that had given him the push he needed to ask Jimin out gone, Yoongi is determined to make Jimin less unsure.

Once he’s discharged and Saturday has rolled around, Yoongi is less determined and more nervous, but determined nonetheless.

He’s a little embarrassed over his behaviour in the hospital wing. It definitely didn’t fit with his detached and cool reputation, the way he had grinned stupidly and actually gone for Jimin’s hand. He can’t say he regrets it though, Jimin’s hand had been so small in his own and it had been so cute Yoongi nearly felt sick. Although that might just have been the concussion.

At present though, Yoongi is waiting by the bridge before the little path that leads to Hogsmeade. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans to avoid picking at his nails because if he is going to hold hands with Jimin again he’s going to make damn sure he isn’t bleeding all over his date just because he never let go of his stupid bad habit.

They do hold hands again. When Jimin arrives Yoongi isn’t even sure who initiates it but soon enough he feels the warm pressure of Jimin’s palm against his own. It’s nice. It’s nice but it also means Jimin doesn’t look him in the eye for a good two minutes, the younger boy flushes so hard his entire neck is pink.

They settle down by the lake, the day is cool and the sky is cloudy but somehow it’s still bright. Yoongi is glad the winds are calm so he can catch sight of Jimin’s face when he turns away to giggle.

The conversation is light and comfortable, they talk about school, life back home and most importantly how funny their pureblood friends can be sometimes when faced with the Muggle world. Jimin’s airy laugh has Yoongi smiling softly and his hand begins to feel a little clammy.

Somehow they’ve ended up with their thighs pressed up against each other, Jimin’s head on Yoongi’s shoulder and their hands still entwined and resting in Jimin’s lap.

When Jimin pulls back to look at Yoongi as he giggles over the older boy recounting an incident where Namjoon mistook a pregnancy test for a thermometer, Yoongi’s breath hitches at the sight of the other boy’s toothy smile.

He brings his mouth to Jimin’s subconsciously and is about to pull back because he’s sure he’s crossed a line when Jimin kisses back. It’s closed mouthed and innocent but even the light pressure Jimin presses on his lips has Yoongi feeling light headed. He brings the hand not holding onto Jimin’s up to cradle the younger boy’s face as their mouths slide against each other.

They stop after a while, but neither of them pull back. There’s a warm feeling in Yoongi’s chest and feather like sensation from where Jimin’s eyes flutter open so close to his cheekbones. Jimin giggles against his mouth before finally leaning back, but only by the smallest amount.

“You know, I’ve had a crush on you for more than four years now,” the confession is quiet and Jimin once again avoids his gaze. Yoongi smirks the slightest and the warm feeling grows.

“Huh, maybe I should be more wary then. What if this is all part of your master plan and this weird tightness in my chest is just the work of Amortentia,” he teases. Jimin smacks his arm before pulling him back for another kiss.

They leave an hour later, Yoongi doesn’t even realise they haven’t let go of one another’s hand in all that time.

As they walk back Yoongi feels Jimin squeeze his hand and he glances over at the other boy.

“I had a nice time today,” he says, for once he sounds confident in his confession.

“Me too,” Yoongi returns, “Although, I’m still like, twenty percent sure it could be because of a Love Potion.”

Jimin pulls on his hand and glares at him, but there’s no real heat behind it, “I’m not some weird stalker! How dare you accuse me of planning such a thing!”

Suddenly there’s another hand on Jimin’s shoulder and Jungkook enters Yoongi’s vision, “Hey! Don’t take credit for all the hard work Tae and I did to get this to happen.”

Taehyung materialises beside Yoongi, his hair a happy shade of bright orange, “Yeah, do you know how draining it was to get all this done?”

Jimin shoots both of them withering looks and snaps, “What hard work? All you two did was nearly get us expelled!”

“That’s your version of the story,” Jungkook insists with a wave of his hand.

Jimin sends Yoongi a hopeless look and the older boy just closes his eyes and muses, “So it was a Love Potion.”

Jimin groans into his free hand and Yoongi chuckles.

The morning after the date, Jungkook sits opposite Yoongi at breakfast, which is new. Taehyung and Jimin join him shortly after. Jimin sits beside him and slides his palm into Yoongi’s under the table and holds on even when Namjoon and Hoseok sit down. It is indeed a very different year for Yoongi.