A/N: HELLO I AM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I started writing it a while ago but then I fucked up my leg and almost got COVID and now I’m studying for midterms and it’s a whole ass mess. Honestly I have no idea how unpredictable my update schedule will be for the next few weeks with all the studying and traveling I’ll be doing, but this series is still very much continuing! I sincerely hope you enjoyed this update. Let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist — Rynn
A/N: holy shit this update is t h i c c. lmao i hope you all enjoyed the drama! shit is going down and i am living for it. next update coming soon! let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist — Rynn
A/N: alright y’all i still feel hella bad about the impromptu hiatus so you get a double update today :) i hope you guys enjoyed! next chapter coming within the next few days. let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist — Rynn
Your eyes widen as soon as you step into the common room.
This isn’t a party. It’s a fucking disaster.
The celebration only commenced twenty minutes ago, and already you can tell that it’s gotten way out of hand. Drunken students wander aimlessly about the area, packed so uncomfortably close together that just looking at them makes you feel a bit claustrophobic. Multi-colored lights flash overhead, no doubt one of the Muggle contraptions your housemates snuck in for this very purpose. The stereo system you helped set up just a few days prior is blasting music so violently loud that you can feel the ground shake beneath you with every beat. Aside from the occasional house elf, it seems as though every non-human frequenter of the common room has chosen to stay away tonight. Even the mermaids have elected to swim away from the windows.
Most of the unnaturally sweaty bodies blend together, a mix of faces you’ve seen dozens of times but can’t quite place. The vast majority of them are Slytherins, undoubtedly elated at the prospect of celebrating such a momentous victory. A good portion of them don’t even like you — your blood status was more than enough to get you ousted from the more elite circles, something you discovered early on in your first year — but the promise of free booze and bragging rights seems to have been too much for them to resist. A handful of visitors from other houses have made an appearance, even a few Hufflepuffs, but not nearly enough to puncture the sea of green attire. Part of you is proud. The other part is anxious.
Of course, there are more than a few familiar faces. Benjamin and Leo are playing butterbeer-pong in the corner, shouting at the top of their lungs every time they miss a shot (which, for two members of the winning team, seems to be quite often). Emilia and her girlfriend Abbey are downing shots of firewhiskey at the bar with smiles that make even you a bit uneasy. Anthony is passed out drunk on one of the couches, arms hanging limply at his sides and mouth wide open. Oliver is making out with a rather familiar-looking blonde on the far side of the room; you have no idea when he and Hannah Abbott got so close, but you suspect it’s better if you don’t ask.
And, of course, there is the matter of your friends.
For all the lectures they’ve given you over the years about drinking in moderation and being responsible at parties, they seem to be (for lack of a better phrase) absolutely fucking plastered.The four of you have been to your fair share of celebrations together over the years, yet you can’t recall a single time they’ve gotten quite this level of drunk. You’re already thinking of sarcastic comments to throw at them tomorrow morning while they’re nursing their hangovers. For now, though, you simply lean back against the wall and resign yourself to watching the chaos unfold with an endlessly amused expression.
Yoongi has planted himself firmly in the middle of the dance floor, shaking his hips and waving his arms like there’s no tomorrow. He’s attracted a bit of a following, actually, baffled onlookers scrambling to get a look at the notoriously stoic Seeker dancing to a Ricky Martin song. It’s easy to spot the newcomers among them. The more senior members of Slytherin have grown accustomed to Yoongi’s drunken dancing, having witnessed it up close and personal during the infamous Halloween Rager fourth year. Most of you have learned to tune it out by now. He seems to be enjoying the attention at least, grinning from ear to ear as he grinds to the beat of “Living la Vida Loca.” It takes every ounce of strength within you to stop yourself from recording it.
Jungkook is planted firmly at the bar, drunkenly singing along to the music while he tosses darts at a blank wall. He’s got a rather large bottle of whiskey — Muggle whiskey, which you’re quite sure they don’t sell in Hogsmeade — clutched in his free hand, the contents of which appear to be almost entirely missing. He sports a goofy grin as he throws a handful of darts at the opposite wall, entirely unconcerned by the fact that he almost takes a Hufflepuff’s ear off. No one seems at all bothered by his rather raucous display. A few of the younger Slytherins have gathered around him, probably hoping that he’ll keep them safe should the other Gryffindor show up. You know that even in this miserable state, he will.
Hobi, of course, is the most hopelessly wasted of them all. The man’s chugging a bottle of butterbeer as he dances atop a nearby table, not at all bothered by the odd looks he’s getting. In fact, he doesn’t seem to have a care in the world beyond moving his hips in time with the music and finishing his drink. You used to scoff and hide your face in embarrassment when he pulled stunts like this, terrified that it might get you on the wrong person’s radar — after all, you weren’t keen on taking chances when Umbridge was sniffing about. Now, though, you simply laugh and cheer him on from the sidelines, endlessly amused by the antics of your dearest friend in the world.
His lips quirk into a lazy smile as soon as he notices you. Rather than wave you over or shout for you like a regular person, he elects to jump off the table, throw his empty bottle over his shoulder, and sprint through the crowd to reach you. A few disgruntled patrons shout at him as he shoves them out of the way, but he pays them no mind. All he cares about, it seems, is you.
“There you are!” The man practically cheers once he finally reaches you, grinning from ear to ear. Hobi normally isn’t one to overdo it on affection — the kindest thing he’s ever said to you in public is that your company is slightly preferable to Jungkook’s — but drunkHobi is another story entirely. He pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, one that leaves you gasping for air as you rock back and forth. Your struggle only seems to amuse him further.
“Here I am,” you cough, awkwardly patting his back as he squeezes you. “What’s going on with you? Last time you hugged me, I’d just saved you from a Death Eater attack.”
Hobi releases you from the hug with a contended sigh. “I’m just so happy, y/n,” he slurs dreamily. “We’re finally celebrating! No more Voldemort, no more creepy skulls, no more Umbridge. Now we can just have fun, like we’re supposed to! Isn’t it amazing?!”
“Yeah. Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.”
You have every intention of pulling him towards the bar to grab a drink with you, but he seems to have other plans. Rather than join you on your quest for alcohol, he wraps his hand around your wrist and tugs you firmly towards the dance floor. The logical side of your brain urges you to pull away, to lock him in your room until he sobers up so he doesn’t end up doing something he (or you) will regret in the morning.
The other side already knows that he’s going to find a way to rope you into his schemes no matter what, so you might as well just go along with his plan now and get it over with.
A few of your housemates pat you on the back as you weave your way through the crowd, still reeling over the high of your victory — and though you hate to admit it, it’s actually kind of nice to receive some positive attention for once. You’re no stranger to high-spirited Quidditch after parties, but it’s been so long since you had a chance to play that you’ve almost forgotten the exhilaration. For a few precious hours, no one cares about your reputation or your propensity to find trouble; not even the prefects can find it within them to hand out detentions and ruin the mood. These little ragers are perhaps the only opportunities you have to completely let go, to forget the pain and stress and heartache and just enjoy yourself. You can’t believe you’ve gone this long without them.
You just barely manage to contain your smile as he stops point blank in the middle of the crowd; never one for avoiding the spotlight, that boy. It would be easier to shuffle in place, to simply move along with the music and blend in with the crowd — but when have you two ever gone out of your way to avoid attention? Without a care in the world, Hobi discards his drink, pulls you in as close as humanly possible, and rests his hands firmly on the dip of your hips. You don’t even bother holding back your laughter.
He’s so close that you can smell the cinnamon on his breath, the last remnants of his hastily-guzzled butterbeer. His grip on your hips is both gentle and firm, a silent reminder that he has no intention of letting you scurry off back to your room before the “guest of honor” arrives (which he already knows you’ve thought about doing). The space between you is so small that the beat of sweat trickling down the side of his face actually lands on the curve of your cheek. Your noses are less than an inch away from each other. To the untrained eye, you’re only seconds away from kissing.
Of course, nothing could be further from the truth. Appearances can be deceiving, and in this case, they’re simply unequivocally false. A few new faces might wonder whether or not there’s anything going on between you and your best friend of almost seven years, but most everyone in the room knows that this is the closest you and Hobi will everget to crossing the boundary between friend and lover. Such intimate acts of physical affection are rare between the two of you, particularly with you being so fond of showing your love through thinly-veiled insults, but they’ve been known to happen. Fortunately, your housemates know entirely well that such interactions hardly leave the dance floor, and certainly never lead to anything else. You’ve never had eyes for Hobi in that way, no matter how handsome he is.
As for him, you’re simply not his type.
Still, that doesn’t stop you from tossing your arms around his neck and pressing your body flush against his. He catches on quick, carelessly pulling you closer with a drunken grin. The pair of you move in perfect sync, lips quirked into easy smiles and heads thrown back in laughter. You shake your hips and wave your hands entirely out of tune with the music, probably coming across as idiots but too elated to care. His hands hold your hips so tightly that you suspect you’ll have bruises there in the morning, but you don’t mind; he’s an affection drunk, and you’ve learned to pick your battles.
You can’t help but chuckle as you dance. The air in this room is absolutely electric, and you can’t get enough of it. It’s been so long since you’ve gotten to let go like this that you’ve actually forgotten how addicting it is. In your early days at Hogwarts, before things really got out of hand and you started to split your time between pranks and dueling practice, this was practically all you did. You and your friends would sneak out every weekend to party with the older kids, nevermind the odd looks a group of thirteen year-olds got whenever they snuck into a seventh year celebration. It wasn’t even about the alcohol; there’s just something about the roar of the music, the enthusiasm of the crowd, the laughterin the air that intoxicates you. It feels better than words can describe to be back here again.
A few of the new partygoers, namely your Hufflepuff adversaries, shoot some odd glances your way as they watch you and Hobi practically drape yourselves over one another. He’s got his head laying on your shoulder and his arms wrapped firmly around your middle, teetering somewhere between enthusiastic and unconscious. You’re holding him as close as your body will allow, practically keeping him upright as the two of you sway along to the music. It’s a rather comical sight, you’re sure. It must look odd to them, your best friend clinging to you like a toddler, but you don’t care. It’s just nice to be together like this once more.
You’re just beginning to fear that he’s drank himself to the point of blacking out when a pair of familiar voices pipe up from behind you.
“Nice moves!”
“Think we can get in on this action?”
An amused scoff escapes your lips at the sound of Yoongi and Jungkook’s exaggerated cheers. They’ve somehow managed to drag themselves to this side of the room, though you can smell the booze on them from five feet away. Jungkook’s got one arm resting lazily on Yoongi’s shoulder as he shoots you a suggestive glance. The typically reserved Seeker is giving you a rather adorable smile, over the moon in his rose-tinted drunken state. They’re the picture of wasted, tripping over their words and wobbling on their feet, but you don’t even care. You simply lean over, grab them by their hands, and pull them towards you and Hobi.
You’re fairly certain that the moves the four of you are pulling don’t even deserve to be called dancing. All three of your friends are so drunk that they can barely keep themselves upright, much less will their limbs into performing any actual routines. Yoongi is just lazily waving his arms around, bearing a striking resemblance to those inflated plastic tube-men that stand in front of car dealerships. Jungkook is trying to do the robot, but he looks more like a toddler trying to learn sign language. Hobi is still holding you close, one hand planted firmly on your waist and the other trying to spin you around without losing his balance. You’re just content to sway your hips along to the music and try to catch them when they inevitably lose their balance.
Just a few months earlier, none of this seemed possible. The thought of dancing the night away with your closest friends after a Quidditch game was more of a pipe dream than an actual goal, what with everything going on. You’d resigned yourself to never again experiencing this sort of unadulterated happiness. As much as you tried to retain some shred of optimism, there came a time when you genuinely thought your best days were behind you, that you’d never get to spend time with the people you love most ever again.
You’re so glad you were wrong.
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Taehyung hears you before he sees you.
He’s just barely managed to find his way into the common room. The route to Slytherin House isn’t particularly convoluted, but the halls are packed to the brim with drunken partygoers tonight, most of whom paid very little mind to his pleas for them to move out of his way. It took fifteen minutes just to push his way through the intoxicated mob, and even then he had cling to Jimin’s back while his best friend unceremoniously mowed down anyone unlucky enough to find themselves in their path. Jin and Namjoon followed reluctantly, already exhausted simply from the idea of going to the celebration. They’ve never been big on partying; honestly, no one in their friend group has. Taehyung would much rather curl up in his bed and catch up on the latest book he’d stolen from Jimin’s personal library.
But for you, he’s more than happy to brave the unimaginable horrors of a Slytherin rager. His friends wasted no time in teasing him for his eagerness to see you again — particularly Jimin, who’d been sporting a rather unsettling cat-like grin since the end of the Quidditch match. They were all keen to point out how excited he was to hang out with you, particularly when they know how much he despises parties. He doesn’t have the energy to tell them that there’s nothing going on between you two anymore; they’re clearly not listening.
Of course, he’d be lying if he said he hasn’t started to take some of their words to heart. Did you two really appear so lovey-dovey to everyone else? He’s not sure if your friends have jumped to the same conclusions as his, but judging by the way you glared at them after they introduced themselves in the stands, he’s guessing they have. He honestly has no clue why people would think such things about you two. Sure, you’ve spent a fair bit of time together lately, and sure, he spends most every waking hour texting you, and yes, he pushed through his social discomfort specifically to watch you at the Quidditch match earlier — but that doesn’t mean he likes you.
Because he doesn’t.
At least that’s what he tells himself, anyway.
He’s genuinely caught off guard by the potent scent of alcohol wafting throughout the room when he walks in, so much so that he actually has to hold his breath for a moment. It’s not the first time people have drank around him, but he’s never seen anyone take it to this level of extreme. Students of all houses are drunkenly shuffling about the common room, yelling and laughing and attempting to dance through the inebriation. It seems as though every single person here is intent on drinking to the point of blacking out. It’s an odd scene to him; Hufflepuff parties have nothingon this.
It’s not just the booze that throws him off; everything about this place is overwhelming. The strobes flash so quickly that he can barely make out his surroundings, differing hues of red, green, and blue bathing the dance floor in uncomfortably bright light. Unfamiliar music blasts through a set of speakers in the corner — no doubt from a Muggle band he’s never heard of — with such force that the floor is actually shaking. A few people are haphazardly throwing darts (and missing horribly) at a nearby wall, while a group of couples nearby have retreated to the corner to make out in plain view of everyone else. It’s easily the most rambunctious celebration he’s ever attended. Is this how Slytherin parties always go?
There’s so many bodies packed in together that he can’t even begin to discern where you’re standing — but thankfully, he doesn’t have to. Even over the incessant blare of the music, he can hear your familiar laugh echoing from amidst the crowd. The sound has his lips tilting into an easy grin. Jimin is already tugging him towards the beer pong table, but he has no interest in joining him; rather than get plastered with his friend, he wrenches his arm out of Jimin’s grip and follows the sound of your voice. Namjoon is shouting a few playful remarks as he walks away, but Taehyung can’t find it within him to care. He just wants to see you.
Despite his eagerness, he can still vaguely hear his friends laughing behind him. Jimin is naturally the loudest, evidently tickled pink by the doe-eyed look on his best friend’s face. Namjoon snickers with a shake of his head, both entertained and exhausted. Jin is trying to muffle his amusement, always the nicest of the group, but his chuckling is still audible from within the depths of the crowd. He knows they just want the best for him, but part of him wants to turn around and boot them out of the party before they can embarrass him again. Who knows what they’ll say when they see you?
Surprisingly, it takes him less than a minute to find you; your laughter is loud enough to guide him with ease. A few drunken dancers bump into him as he pushes his way through the crowd, but he isn’t bothered by it — how can he be, when you’re only a few feet away sporting the brightest smile he’s ever seen on another human being?
Dear God, you’re a sight to see.
Your head is thrown back in joyous laughter as you dance in a circle with your friends, entirely lost in the rhythm beneath your feet. Laughter slips easily past your lips. Hobi stands to your left, Yoongi to your right, and Jungkook on the other side of the makeshift ring. The four of you are holding your hands together so tightly that your knuckles have turned white. None of you can dance to save your lives, but you don’t seem to care — you just close your eyes, smile, and allow yourself to enjoy the moment. Your friends have wrenched their eyes shut as well, which Taehyung cannot even begin to comprehend. How could they not be entirely mesmerized by the image of you? How is it that every single person in this room isn’t absolutely hypnotized by you?
The poor boy actually forgets how to breathe for a moment as he watches you twirl around Yoongi. He’s been surrounded by all manner of fantastic things for as long as he can remember — flying brooms, talking animals, evil wizards with their souls locked away in fragments scattered across the country — but nothing has ever looked as magical as you do right now. Everything he’s learned seems pointless now. Why has he spent six years studying potions and spells when the most miraculous creature in the world has been walking around the castle this entire time? How had he never seen you before that night in detention? Merlin help him, how has he never noticed how incredibly beautiful you are?
He must be quite a sight, he thinks, standing stone still in the middle of the dance floor while he stares at you. The logical part of his brain urges him to move, dance, do somethingbesides watch you like a creep, but he can’t bring himself to do any of those things. He can do absolutely nothing but watch you: eyes scrunched up in laughter, sweat glimmering in the light as it rolls down your cheek, lips curled into an incandescent smile. Everyone else looks dull next to you. Every painting in the castle is worthless when compared to you. You are an absolute dream, and he hopes he never wakes up.
His heart swells in his chest with such intensity that it actually catches him off guard. For a moment he worries that he’s having a heart attack, because there’s simply no way that this is normal. No one should be able to make him feel this way, so insignificant and horribly out of control. His very existence seems worthless next to yours. Everything is too much — the lights, the music, the stench of firewhiskey and cinnamon — but he can’t bring himself to leave. Truth be told, he can’t bring himself to do much of anything besides stare at you. He could stand here forever, he thinks, and be perfectly content. As long as you’re here.
Even if he wanted to ponder why you were suddenly making him feel this way — and he really doesn’t — he never gets the chance. Your eyes land on him in the midst of one of your spins, and before he can even comprehend that you’ve caught him staring, you let go of your friends and jog across the floor to meet him. His breath hitches when he notices that your smile has only grown. Again, he tries not to think about what that might mean. It takes every ounce of strength within him not to pass out when you reach forward and playfully jostle his shoulder.
“There you are! I was starting to think you wouldn’t make it.”
He doesn’t miss the joy in your voice, though he isn’t arrogant enough to think that he’s the reason it’s there. Still, he can’t help but notice how happy you look to see him. Your enchanting grin only grows wider as you take him in, eyes raking down his body so subtly that he barely notices; Slytherin sneakiness, he supposes. He’s sure he looks rather unremarkable in his blue jeans and Hufflepuff sweater, especially compared to you (though at this point he’s convinced that you could wear a garbage bag and still be the most beautiful person he’s ever seen). He writes off the glimmer in your eyes as curiosity rather than excitement.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he confesses, hoping you know just how sincerely he means that. “Are these parties always so…wild?”
You chuckle. “Not really. Usually they’re pretty tame, but it’s been so long since we’ve had a chance to celebrate that we decided to go all out. Is it too overwhelming?”
“Not at all! Just different from what I’m used to. It looks like you’re having fun, though.”
The mere mention of amusement has you looking over your shoulder towards your friends. Jungkook shoots you a suggestive glance, brows raised and lips quirked into a smirk. Hobi whistles at you, and Yoongi shoots you a rather obvious thumbs up. You scoff and raise your middle finger, which only serves to make them laugh harder than they already were. As much as they seem to exhaust you, Taehyung can’t help but smile as he watches you interact with them. It gladdens him to know that you have such a close relationship with your friends. You deserve it.
“Ignore them, please,” you insist, just barely managing to suppress your smile. It breaks through a moment later, though, as your eyes light up with a sudden epiphany. With no warning whatsoever, you reach out, grab Taehyung’s hand (which doesn’t help calm his racing heart at all), and gesture towards the dance floor. “Let’s dance!”
The very thought of dancing with you has his palm sweating against yours. He’s managed to hold it together so far, but he’s fairly certain he won’t be able to make it through the first song without embarrassing himself somehow. You probably know everyone at this party, and the last thing he wants to do is humiliate you by letting everyone see you dance with a no-name Hufflepuff. Slytherins value their reputation, that much he knows, and he doesn’t want to risk ruining yours. He’s so scared of making things hard on you that he almost refuses — but funnily enough, you seem entirely unbothered.
Despite the fact that being seen with him so publicly could spell trouble for you, you don’t hesitate to pull him further into the crowd. He hasn’t even agreed to join you yet, but he isn’t surprised by your impatience; if there’s one thing he knows for sure about you, it’s that you don’t waste time when it comes to getting what you want. He just doesn’t understand why you want to hang out with him. There are dozens of cooler, smarter, and far more interesting people you could spend your time with. Why are you so intent on being around him? He’s not complaining, of course — he’ll gladly take any chance he can get to be around you — but it doesn’t make sense. He can just add it to the list of things about you that confuse him.
He’s still reeling over your invitation when you come to a stop on the edge of the dance floor. An unfamiliar song blasts through the speakers, but it’s upbeat enough that he doesn’t have to worry about slow dancing or anything of that nature. Still, you don’t hesitate to reach out and take his hands in yours. All of your friends are staring at you, and he’s fairly certain all of his are doing the exact same thing, but you don’t seem to notice. You simply smile, pull him closer, and lead him in a frenzied dance of waving arms and shaking hips.
Taehyung’s never been particularly good at this sort of dancing, but apparently, you couldn’t care less. Rather than poke fun at his corny moves, you cheer him on, entirely unbothered by the odd looks you get. Your moves aren’t exactly coordinated either — you’re basically just flailing your arms around and attempting to move your hips in time with the beat — but it doesn’t seem to bother you. All you care about is having fun. You’ve been that way ever since he met you, completely uncaring of what others think of you. It’s just another thing he admires about you.
Your friends hover a few feet away, caught up in the music but still throwing the occasional glance your way. He suspects they’re hanging around to make sure you’re safe, which he understands; he’d never even dream of doing anything to hurt you, but it’s always good to be cautious. If anything, it makes him happy to know that your friends care about you so much. The two of you don’t spend that much time together in public like this, so it’s nice to know that you’ve got people watching your back when he isn’t around. That’s not to say he thinks you can’t take care of yourself — you’re easily one of the most formidable people he’s ever come across — but he worries about you more than he cares to admit. He hasn’t told his friends about this, of course, and he doubts he ever will. Some things are better left unsaid.
You two probably look a bit ridiculous right now, though neither of you have any interest in changing that. After everything that’s happened in the past few years, he’s fairly certain that you’ve earned a little reprieve. Rather than stress over what the other partygoers think of your improvised routine, you simply smile at each other and continue to move along with the music. He’s fairly certain he can see Hobi grinning at you from the corner of his eye, but he hasn’t the slightest clue why. He suspects that you do, though you probably aren’t keen to share it.
“See? Isn’t it nice to come out of the background every one in a while?!” You shout through your laughter as he spins you around.
Taehyung can’t help but laugh as he answers. “I guess so. But only because I have such a good dance partner!”
“Flattery will get you everywhere, Mister Kim!”
He snickers and pulls you back towards him. You’re still grinning ear to ear, absolutely delighted with the little routine you two have going. He can take or leave dancing, but he’d do just about anything to keep that smile on your face. You could ask him for the moon right now and he’d find a way to give it to you. Anything for you.
You’ve only just finished doing an improvised foxtrot when music cuts off rather abruptly. A chorus of groans sound out from the crowd, a sea of drunken teens annoyed by the loss of their entertainment. He suspects it’s just a routine glitch of the sound system, a mechanical error that can be fixed given a few minutes of tinkering — but when he looks over to the stereo and sees Jimin and Jungkook grinning at him, he realizes that this is anything but accidental. He’s tempted to march over there and demand that they put an end to whatever it is they’re planning, but he doesn’t get the chance; Jimin pops another disk into the machine, and a needlessly romantic slow song begins to filter throughout the room.
Most everyone seems perfectly content with this development, eagerly falling into each other’s arms to sway in time with the music, but both you and Taehyung freeze in place. He doesn’t even know this song, but the tender undertone of the piano doesn’t leave much up to interpretation. You two are the only ones that haven’t joined in, and it is glaringly obvious how awkward the air between you has become. Whereas a moment ago you were bouncing around and laughing without a care in the world, you’re suddenly rather sheepish, biting your bottom lip and staring intently at the floor.
He curses himself for being too scared to act. Truth be told, he’d love nothing more than to dance with you like this, he’s just terrified of the thought of you rejecting him — and make no mistake, he fullyexpects you to reject him. Why wouldn’t you? You’re the most incredible person he’s ever met in his entire life. You’re passionate, creative, funny, intelligent, caring, beautiful; you’re a force of nature, and he’s just…Taehyung. He’s average in every way, an unfamiliar face adept at blending into the background. You command attention when you walk into a room, whereas most people in this school don’t even know who he is. You could have anyone you wanted. Why would you waste your time with him?
You’re going to shoot him down, and he knows this, so he just doesn’t ask. He simply looks down and shakes his head, awaiting your impending refusal. He’s already thinking of excuses to run back to his room and avoid you, to hide beneath the covers and never emerge ever again. Perhaps you’ll be merciful and spare him a passing glance in the halls next time he sees you. He’d be happy with a slight nod of the head, honestly. Just let me down easily, he thinks. Hopefully he’ll have enough courage to show his face around the castle after you —
“Well? What are you waiting for?”
His head snaps up so fast the room actually starts to spin for a moment. You’re giving him a nervous grin, shaky hand outstretched before you. You still seem a bit caught off guard, but you don’t look away, even when his eyes meet yours. This is the most anxious he’s ever seen you, and it honestly takes him aback. To see the most fearless person he’s ever met look at him with such worry in their eyes…it doesn’t seem natural. He shouldn’t be able to make you feel this way. No one should be able to make you feel this way.
The two of you stand there for a good thirty seconds, just staring awkwardly at one another as you wait for him to take your hand. He’s sure Jimin and Jungkook are shaking their heads as they watch you two freeze like deer in headlights. Part of him is still reeling over your invitation, convinced that you’ve made some sort of mistake, but he pushes those fears aside. Better to take a leap of faith and get it over with, he supposes. So, despite the fact that he’s fairly certain this is a dream, he reaches out, takes your hand, and pulls you close.
And has to stop himself from passing out in the middle of the dance floor when you smile at him.
Countless other couples surround the pair of you, giggling and whispering and pressing little kisses to one another’s faces. Jimin has found a (rather unlucky, in Taehyung’s opinion) girl to occupy his time, while Namjoon has elected to simply hum the tune below his breath while he reads. Yoongi and Jungkook are dancing together, albeit not the least bit seriously, what with the way they snicker and flail their limbs about in an overly-exaggerated fashion. Neither Hobi nor Jin are anywhere to be found, which strikes him as odd, but he doesn’t have time to worry about them or whatever they may or may not be doing — not when you’re standing so close that he can feel your breath fanning against his face.
He’s almost certain that he’s blushing, and silently prays that the lights are concealing the tint of his cheeks. Still, the boy’s doing a rather good job of keeping himself composed, all things considered: he hasn’t thrown up all over your shoes, said something horrendously embarrassing, or even stepped on one of your feet (all of which he was sure would have happened by now). You seem a bit anxious as well, lower lip caught between your teeth as your eyes wander around the room. You go out of your way not to look into his eyes. He does the same.
His mind is going absolutely haywire. How on Earth has he managed to end up here, slow-dancing with the most notorious troublemaker in all of Hogwarts? A girl that, not even a month ago, barely knew of his existence? Someone that he has told his friends time and time again that he has absolutely no interest in? Someone who has been popping into his head more and more frequently over the past couple weeks? Someone that makes his heart threaten to beat out of his chest every time she walks into the room? Someone that, though they’ve only known each other for a short time, he considers one of his closest friends?
Nothing about this situation makes sense. He left his room twenty minutes ago with every intention of keeping to himself at this party, and now he’s got you wrapped up in his arms in front of the entirety of Slytherin. He knows this is foolish, that whatever monumentally stupid part of his brain that convinced him to do this is going to get you both in serious trouble, but he can’t bring himself to care about that. He can’t bring himself to care about much of anything besides you.
“You’re uh…you’re pretty good at this,” you mumble, mercifully distracting him from his racing thoughts. “Do you dance a lot?”
The nerves in your voice actually manage to pull a smile from him; at least he knows you’re as anxious as he is. “A few times, yeah. My parents host these fancy galas every couple years, and they didn’t want me to embarrass myself, so they made me take dance lessons.”
The idea of him taking dance lessons is obviously outlandish to you, given the puzzled expression on your face. “Really? That doesn’t really sound like your thing. I had you pegged as more of a wallflower.”
“I am,” he chuckles, subconsciously tightening his grip on your hand as the two of you twirl in place. “I hated those classes. I convinced them to let me drop out when I was fourteen.”
“Not keen on being in the spotlight?”
“Not even a little bit. Well…not usually, anyway.”
You smile at his comment. Perhaps he’s just fooling himself, but he can swear that it looks like you’re blushing, too. You’d never admit it, of course; if there’s one thing he’s learned about you over these past few weeks, it’s that you’re incredibly gifted when it comes to burying your emotions. You once mentioned that it was a skill you learned early on. He still isn’t sure exactly what you meant by that.
Rather than question you about it and drag up old feelings that are probably best left forgotten, he smiles, steps back, and lifts your hands in the air. You get the hint immediately. With a grin so bright it almost hurts to look at, you wrap your hand around his index finger and spin. Jovial laughter escapes your lips as you twirl over and over again, entirely unconcerned by the odd looks you’re getting from the other dancers. You couldn’t care less. Neither could he, really; how could he be anything but gloriously happy when you’re smiling like that?
You stumble into his arms as soon as you finish twirling, more than a bit dizzy. The two of you chuckle as he grabs you by the shoulders and helps steady you. It would be easy to walk away, to use your dizziness as an excuse to leave and avoid more awkwardness between the two of you — but you don’t. You simply grab his hand, pull him close, and continue on with the dance. He’s more than happy to let you do so. Right now, he’d let you do just about anything if it meant keeping that merry look on your face.
And so the two of you continue, laughing and spinning and swaying back and forth with your fingers intertwined and your eyes glimmering. A smarter person would notice the glares you two are getting from the Gryffindors that had snuck into the party. A smarter person would think about how bad it looks for a Slytherin to be dancing with a Hufflepuff. A smarter person would realize how incredibly dangerous this entire thing is. But right now, you two are absolutely dumbstruck by one another.
It isn’t until you unlace your fingers to wrap your arms around the back of his neck that Taehyung realizes just how much trouble he’s in — because when Jimin is right about something, it’s never good.
I’m telling you, his best friend had drawled as their group hurried towards the Slytherin Common Room, he’s falling in love.
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A/N: HOLY SHIT Y’ALL I AM SORRY THIS TOOK SO MF LONG PLEASE DON’T HATE MEI posted the last update literally two days before I started college and have had next to no time to do anything that isn’t school related. It’s been hella stressful, not gonna lie, but I think I’m finally getting the hang of things, which is why Castleton is BACK BABY! I sincerely hope you guys enjoyed this extremely mushy update (which you deserve after waiting for so long adjdjdj). The next update *should* be coming shortly. Please let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist — Rynn
A bad breakup. A new company in need of start up funds. A competition in Vegas. Two strangers desperately in need of a new start. What could possibly go wrong?
Genre: Strangers to Enemies to Friends to Lovers (in no particular order ); rapper!Namjoon x producer!Reader
Warnings: seriously, 18+ only, minors DNI, alcohol consumption (legal age), mentions of sex, cursing, lots of angst, subject to be added to.
“Hey, will you still be able to make it?” Jungkook says to you through the phone. He was currently preparing the “date” he was going to have with you.
The“date that isn’t a date but is a date” according to Taehyung. Actually, Taehyung was with him right now, helping him out.
“Of course, I’m on my way. The park by campus right? Jimin’s dropping me off as we speak,” you say. Jungkook’s eyes go wide.
“Oh, you’re almost there?” He says, turning to Taehyung in panic.
“It’s okay,” Taehyung says, “don’t worry.”
“Who’s that?” you question, hearing a voice that doesn’t belong to Jungkook.
“The friend I told you I made in class. Taehyung. He’s helping me with something. Anyways, I’ll see you in a bit. Get there safe,” Jungkook says, not waiting for your response before hanging up.
“She’s going to get there before me,” Jungkook says, grabbing his camera and backpack. Taehyung grabs the blanket and the plastic bag full of your favorite snacks on top of the bed.
“Don’t worry about it, Jimin sucks at driving. We’ll get there before he does,” Taehyung says, walking nonchalantly out of Jungkook’s dorm.
Jungkook told Taehyung about your study session with Jimin earlier today and he mentioned how Jimin is his best friend and roommate.
“Oh Yn is the one that needs a calc tutor?” Taehyung says to Jungkook with a huge smile on his face. “My best friend is the one tutoring her!”
“Your best friend is Jimin?”
“Yup. Best friend, roommate, soulmate, you name it,” Taehyung says, taking a seat at Jungkook’s desk. “Have you met him? He’s a great guy. Smart, nice, adorable..”
“Are you in love with him or something?” Jungkook says, handing him a drink. Taehyung grimaces at him, taking the soda can from his hand.
“No I hate that guy,” he says, cracking it open. “But a lot of girls and guys do fall for him. He’s really pretty.”
“Oh,” Jungkook sits down at the foot of his bed, facing Taehyung. “Do you… Do you think Yn would like him then?”
“Of course, everyone likes him!” Jungkook frowns and Taehyung quickly shakes his head. “No no, not in that way of course. He’s still single for a reason.”
“Oh, is he like a bad guy or something,” Jungkook says.
“No, he’s the sweetest.”
“Taehyung!”
–
“Thanks for dropping me off Jimin,” you say, taking off your seatbelt.
“Of course, I wouldn’t want you to go here all alone. Is your friend here?” Jimin says, taking off his seatbelt as well and stepping out of the car.
“Jungkook should be around here,” you say, “you don’t have to wait for me, I’ll be fine.” Jimin shakes his head, walking to your side of the car. He opens your door and holds his hand out to help you get out. You blush as you put your hand on his.
“It’s dangerous for someone to be out alone this late,” Jimin says. He’s still holding on to your hand.
“No worries, she won’t be alone,” you hear someone say. It’s Jungkook and he’s walking up to the two of you. He glances down at you two’s hands for a second too long and Jimin lets go.
“Okay good,” Jimin says, smiling at Jungkook. “It’s good to see you again by the way. The four of us should hang out sometime.”
“Four of us?” you ask. You know you’re bad at math but not that bad. You point at yourself, then Jungkook, then Jimin, holding up three fingers at him. He laughs at you, his eyes forming little crescent moons. He turns to Jungkook and points behind him. At the car parked just a few feet away, a boy with super fluffy hair and a boxy smile was waving at you excitedly.
“HI YN. JUNGKOOK TOLD ME A LOT ABOUT YOU. I’M TAE BTW,” he yells at you, making you laugh.
“NICE TO MEET YOU TAE. JIMIN NEVER MENTIONED YOU,” you yell back, giggling when Tae’s jaw drops.
“Sorry,” Jimin says in a normal tone of voice.
“I’M EATING YOUR LEFTOVERS,” Taehyung says, getting back in the car and quickly driving away.
“Oh no he doesn’t,” Jimin says, rushing to the driver’s side of his car. “Tomorrow again Yn?” He asks you before getting in. You smile at him and nod. “Okay, see you then. You too, Jungkook.”
“Bye Jimin!”
“Bye Jimin,” Jungkook says, waving. “By the time he gets there, Taehyung will be done with his food already,” he says to you, laughing.
“What makes you say that?”
“He drives slow.”
You look at Jungkook, quirking up an eyebrow at him.
“Taehyung told me, we left the dorms after you called me and still got here at the same time.”
“Oh,” you say. “Well anyways, what are we doing?” You look down at all the stuff he was holding. “Picnic?”
“Yeah, and we’ll take some pictures for the project,” Jungkook says, walking off. You catch up with him, sneaking your arm around his.
“Where are we going to do all of this?” You ask, looking up at him. Jungkook points to the biggest hill. “All the way up there??”
“It’s not that high,” he says.
“It’s high enough for my legs to get tired,” you mumble.
“Want me to carry you then,” Jungkook says. You think about it for a second before shaking your head no. “Okay, then suck it up.”
–
“So what do we do?” You ask as you watch Jungkook set up a tripod in front of you. You were sitting on the blanket he laid out.
“Sit, talk, eat, look at the stars. I need a candid shot,” he says, running away from the camera.
“So is it just going to keep clicking or…”
“It’s recording, I can just go through it later and take some screencaps.”
“Okay,” you say, sitting down comfortably and looking up at the stars. You even point to one for dramatic effect. Jungkook laughs at you as you do this.
“You don’t have to act, just be natural,” he says.
“Fine. What are we taking pictures for again? Your movie poster right? What’s it about? Two friends going on an evening picnic?” Jungkook lets out a nervous laugh.
“Umm… more like two friends at the meteor shower. Making wishes.” You smile at him.
“So basically us the other day?”
“Yeah, basically. But it’s a love story.”
“Ooohspicy~”
“More like sweet,” he laughs. “See, the boy is in love with the girl. But she doesn’t know it yet. In this story, every wish that’s made comes true. At least the non silly ones.”
“Was my calculus wish silly then?” You say, making a face that Jungkook laughs at.
“Not at all. Passing calc is important for you, it’s going to come true.”
“So what are their wishes? The kids in your story.” Jungkook bites his bottom lips, looking away from you for a second before he answers your question.
“Uhh,.. Well the girl wants to pass her class and … well the boy wants the girl.” He says. Turning to you. “Because he’s been in love with her. Since she drew him that heart on his notes with her purple highlighter back in high school.”
Suddenly your heart stopped.
You let out a small, awkward laugh.
“Are we still talking about the project?”
“Y-yeah, of course,” Jungkook says, looking away from you. You didn’t know how to feel. Did your best friend just confess to you? Isn’t this a bit too… out of nowhere?
“Jungkook,” you say, grabbing his hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make this awkward.”
“No, it’s fine, it was my fault, I should’ve just kept it to myself.”
“Was that really your wish though? You like me?”
“Is that pathetic?” He says quietly. You smile, shaking your head.
“No, of course not. I would’ve done the same.” He nods, smiling at you as you squeeze his hand.
“I hope this doesn’t change much between us. It’s okay if you don’t like me back. I at least had to tell you.”
“Yeah, no, it’s– it’s fine, don’t worry. You’re still my Jungkook.” He laughs, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you in for a hug.
“And you’re still my seaweed.”
“UGh,” you groan. “Ruined it.”
He laughs as he pulls away. “Anyways, I brought your favorite snacks.”
“Ooh thank you~ but is it okay if we eat them later instead? I’m still kind of full.”
“Oh did you just eat?”
“Yeah, Jimin took me to Pied Piper. He has a friend that works there. And you’ll never guess who it is.”
Jungkook laughs, rubbing his hand on his forehead. “I bet it’s that Jin guy.”
“YES.” You shake your head. “But don’t worry. Turns out, he flirts with all the cute girls for tips.”
“But he never flirted with you,” Jungkook says, trying not to laugh.
“He probably sensed that I’m broke.”
“Or that you’re not cute,” he responded. Without hesitation. Making your jaw drop.
“Says the one who likes me.”
“Hey, it’s the personality that matters.”
You smack him hard on the arm, making him get up and run a few feet away.
You two are going to be just fine.
“You’re annoying.”
“But you love me anyways,” Jungkook says, running to his camera. “Okay, but I think we’re good with the shots.” He hits the stop button and turns the camera off.
“So that’s it?” You ask, helping him pack everything into his bag.
“Pretty much. Why? Do you want to do anything else?”
“I’m in the mood for coffee..”
Jungkook laughs as he swings his backpack on. “Coffee? It’s like 10. In the evening.”
“So?”
“You’re not going to sleep tonight.”
“When do I ever?”
“You literally sleep all the time.”
“Jungkooooooook,” you whine. “Please. You can’t let me walk to get coffee alone.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, giving in. He extends his hand out to you and you happily grab his hand. “Thank you.”
“Yeah yeah. Which cafe do you want to go to?”
“Well there’s this bakery in between Magic Shop and Pied Piper that sells some good coffee. I’ve never been but I’ve heard good things.”
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ngl my heart was beating so fast during that ligtle confession part and AHHHHH KOOKIE ITS ALL GOOD BBY YOU’LL GET THE GIRL SOOON. also also, jungkook without a filter is a mENACE and should be warned /j
After a failed attempt at working on homework together, Jimin and you are now at his friend Jin’s apartment! Along with Taehyung and Jungkook of course. And one more friend you were about to meet.
“Did you bring it?” Jungkook asks you right when you enter the door. You nod, walking up to him and handing him his switch. “Thank youuu~” He says, immediately sinking into the couch next to Taehyung.
“Hi!” You hear someone say excitedly behind you. “I’m Hobi,” he says, already leaning in for a hug.
“Hi, I’m Yn,” you say, giggling.
“Yn!” Jin yells from the kitchen. “Are you hungry?” You peek behind Hobi and smile at Jin.
“Yes,” you say. Jungkook taps your leg with his foot.
“Sit next to me,” he says. You turn around, flopping down next to him. “How was the study sesh?”
“Well I spent half of it on my phone and so Jimin scolded me a lot,” you tell him, resting your head on his shoulder. You watch the television as Jungkook and Taehyung play Mario kart.
“She’s very stubborn,” Jimin says, pointing at you. Jungkook laughs, nodding in agreement.
“I just, really don’t like math,” you say. “… anymore.”
finally we got some really help (sorry taehyung <3) and AH THAT PHOTO SEQUENCE OF SEOKJIN REALLY DID SOMETHIMG TO ME AHHH coffee? don’t need that, all i need is kim seokjin
“Welcome to my dorm~” You say, moving out of the way to let Hobi walk in. He looks around, nodding his head.
“I know, it’s messy, but I didn’t really have much time to clean. I thought you’d be away from campus right now,” you say, closing the door and walking by him. When you texted, he happened to be right outside the dorm building. He laughs at you.
“It’s fine, really. The boys are much worse than this.” He sits down at the foot of your bed. “Is there a reason why you invited me over?”
“Yes! Actually. I wanted to talk with you,” you tell him as you sit down beside him. “I didn’t have anyone else to talk about it with and out of the group, I’d feel like you’d be the best person to help.”
“What is it about exactly?” Hobi asks, turning his body to face you. You could already tell that he would give you solid advice by the way he looks eager to listen.
“My feelings.. About Jungkook.. I- I usually talk to him about everything and … well this is about him so I can’t. And I can’t talk about this to Jin, because I feel like he’s helping him out and so his advice would be biased.” Hobi smiles at this, but you didn’t notice because you were looking away from his face. “And, well, Taehyung would want us to be together, so his advice wouldn’t be helpful at all. Lastly, I don’t know if Jimin would even give good advice! He’s good at math, but I just have a feeling he’d suck at this,” you say, turning back to look at Hobi. He has a big smile on his face now.
“What?” you ask him, awkwardly scratching your arm.
“Okay, well first of all, I’m honored that I’m the one you’re trusting with this. Which is a valid choice considering all the reasons you mentioned about the boys. They are correct. They made a group chat with all of us in it, without you, to help Jungkook out.”
“REALLY?” you yell out of surprise, making Hobi jump a little. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry,” you say, putting your hand on his arm, letting out a giggle. You didn’t know he was jumpy. “But ugh, I knew it!”
“I saw the messages before I got here, they were texting in the group chat. I haven’t gotten to respond because your message popped up for me to come over. But I saw that Jungkook was a little upset that you left or he thinks he might’ve scared you off.”
“Noo, ugh, it’s not his fault, it’s mine,” you say, burying your face into your hands. You drag your hands down just slightly for your palms to cup your cheeks. “He was being his normal self but I was overthinking everything. And I’m sure the guys are giving him advice on what to do but it honestly felt like we were doing the same thing we always do. Does that make sense?
It’s just… now that I know that he likes me, they started feeling different. Like we always go on breakfast dates and cuddle when watching movies.. But for some reason my mind is going everywhere and I can’t focus on what we’re doing.”
“It seems like you’re starting to like him,” Hobi says. His face was serious.
“No,” you say.
“Is it wrong to like him?” Hobi asks you. You nod.
“He’s my best friend,” you say. “If I like him, I’d lose my best friend.”
“No you won’t. He likes you, and if you like him, you’d both like each other. You would have a best friend, and a boyfriend.”
“But what if something happens? What if our relationship doesn’t work out?”
“Then if you two have loved each other enough, you can just go back to being friends.”
“That sounds easier said than done,” you say with a slight laugh. “How can you go back to before like nothing happened.”
“Some people were able to go back to being just friends and end up perfectly fine,” Hobi says.
“That’s just some people. Just because it’s happened to someone, doesn’t mean it’ll happen to me.” Hobi quirks an eyebrow at you and starts to slowly smile.
You furrow your brows at him. “What…”
“I wasn’t going to mention it, but since you said that, I will,” he laughs. You started to get nervous. “When we were out getting ice cream yesterday, I asked you if Jungkook and you were together and you said no. Then I said, oh, you two would look like a cute couple and you laughed and said we could never be together and I said why not? and you said my friends in high school dated each other and it didn’t work out and it ended up breaking our friend group apart, i don’t want that to happen to me and Jungkook.” Your eyes widened as he said it word for word.
“You just said just because it’s happened to someone, doesn’t mean it’ll happen to me,” Hobi says. “What are you doing right now? You like him don’t you?”
It was a Sunday morning and you spent it in bed, just about waking up.
*ding ding!*
You rubbed your eyes, feeling around under your blanket for your phone. It was Jungkook.
You put your phone down, sitting up as your door opened and a smiley Jungkook walked in.
“Good morning beautiful,” he says, sitting down right next to you. You gave him a sleepy smile. Your hair is tangled, the scrunchie was lost somewhere in the mess.
“Good morning ugly,” you replied, in which he shoves your shoulder in response.
“Wake up, we’re going out,” he says, you groan, scooting closer to him.
“I’m still a little sleepy,” you said, dropping your head on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around you and you sink into his warmth.
“Well we’re going to get food. Then we’re going to watch a movie, or binge watch a drama back in my dorm, whichever you want.” You lift up your head and look him straight in the face. Your noses are just about to touch each other.
“Why? What’s so special today?” You ask. Jungkook shrugs.
“I can’t spend time with my favorite girl?” You squint at him, pulling away from his hug. You cross your arms over your chest.
“You’re being reeeeeeaaaally weird today,” you said. “And the day had just started…”
He shrugs… again.
“Well there are 4 other guys in your life right now,” he says, referring to Jin, Jimin, Taehyung, and Hobi. “I need to make sure I stay on top.” That wasn’t the real reason, but that’s what he was telling you anyway.
“You’ll always be my number one,” you reassure him.
“Good,” he says. “Now get ready,” he says, pushing you out of bed.
“I can’t go out looking like this?” you joke. You were wearing an oversized shirt that was revealing one shoulder because of how loose it was. Your hair was coming out of a bun, the scrunchie, again, still lost. And lastly, you had some gunk in your eyes. “ I thought you said I looked beautiful.”
“You called me ugly so I took it back,” he says, reaching out to wipe your eye. He grimaces. “Plus, your breath stinks.”
“Alright, alright. I’ll be back,” you say, rolling your eyes, getting up and walking to your bathroom.
Jungkook waits until you close the door before going on his phone to the group chat Jin made. Without you in it.
“I’m ready, where are we going anyways,” you say, stopping right in front of him. Jungkook looks up from his phone and smiles at you.
“You look pretty,” he says. You nod.
“I know, let’s go,” you respond quickly, tugging his arm. Jungkook sighs as he swings his feet over your bed.
“We’re going to have breakfast at Pied Piper,” he tells you, swinging his arm over your shoulder. “Jin hyung’s cooking for us.”
“I thought he was off on the weekends?” You say, frowning. Jungkook shakes his head.
“Not today.”
-
The two of you wait for Jin to come by and take your order. You had your head hanging over the menu as you kept your hands warm between your legs.
Jungkook looks over at you and reaches his arm out. You notice and you look up, right when his hand touches your hair. He tucks it behind your ear.
“Are you okay?” He asks you. You nod.
“Just a little cold,” you tell him. Autumn is just about a few days away from its official start and it isn’t cold just yet. Although your seat was right under a vent that blew cold air. Jungkook looks up and sees the air conditioner.
“Do you want to switch seats?” He asks you, already standing up.
“No it’s okay, I’ll be fine,” you tell him. He’s about to sit back down when he makes eye contact with Jin.
“Your jacket,” he mouths, motioning to the jacket Jungkook was wearing. He wore jackets often, or long sleeves in general. It didn’t matter if it was hot out or not. Jungkook looks down at you and watches you as you continue to go over the menu. He then quickly takes off his jacket, walking over and putting it over your shoulders. You look up at him surprised. He ignores your expression and sits back down across from you, grabbing the menu and beginning to look at it. Trying to look effortless and cool.
“Jungkook you don’t have to–” You start, you sigh anyways when he looks up at you with his big, doe like eyes. “Thank you,” you say, pulling your arm through the sleeves. He smiles softly at you before looking back down at his menu.
Jungkook was always this nice to you, but today felt different.
Was it because now… You know that he likes you?
He said he’s liked you since high school, so it should be the same feeling but being aware of it felt so different.
It’s not the first time he’s called you beautiful, or touched your hair, or even given you his jacket. Heck, your closet is full of his sweatshirts that you have failed to return.
But he likes you.
And not just as friends.
So it’s different.
The same
yet different.
And now you’re confused.
“So what are you getting?” Jungkook asks you, closing his menu and distracting you from your thoughts. You look up at him in surprise. You weren’t really paying attention as you flipped through the menu. He was kind of on your mind. You furrow your brows at the thought.
“Uhh.. I don’t know. What should I get, what are you getting?” you ask, glancing back down at the menu. Jungkook laughs at you.
“Are you okay? You’re not being you right now,” he says. You shrug.
“I don’t know, it just kind of feels different.”
“What does?” He asks you.
“This,” you gesture to each other and to your surroundings.
“What do you mean? It’s us getting breakfast, we always get breakfast together. And it’s not like it’s our first time here,” he responds, with a smile.
“Yeah but… I don’t know, but it feels like a date. And not like a Yn and Jungkook bestie date but like a… date date. And I don’t know I feel nervous for some reason,” you respond truthfully.
Jungkook glares at you, then he quirks up one eyebrow.
“I mean, this is a normal bestie date. Unless you don’t want it to be,” he says. He smiles at you. That cocky smile he does whenever he’s being annoying. “Do you want it to be a date date?”
You scoff, feeling like it was a set up and the tables have been turned.
“I gave you my answer the other night Jeon Jungkook,” you say, lifting up the menu and hiding behind it. Jungkook laughs, looking up to the side to glance at his hyung. Jin gives him a thumbs up.
-
After breakfast, the two of you were now at Jungkook’s dorm. The two of you decided on watching a drama instead of going to the movies. There weren’t any new movies out that you two haven’t watched yet, but Netflix does have plenty of dramas to choose from.
“Which one should we watch?” Jungkook asks you, clicking through the shows. He had his laptop on his lap while your cheek was pressed up against his arm.
“Ooh, that one looks interesting,” you said, pointing to “Her Private Life”.
“Okay we’ll watch it then.” He clicks on the drama, pushing the laptop back slightly as he sunk into the pillow behind him. He then lifts the arm that you were laying on, pulling you in instead. You snuggle into his chest as you two watch.
-
“Can you imagine having two completely different lives?” Jungkook says, referring to the main character of the show. “I mean, she’s basically Hannah Montana. If she takes off the hat and hoodie and puts on a blazer, she’s not ‘The Road to Sian’ anymore, she’d just be Deokmi.”
To be honest, you couldn’t focus on the show at all. All you could hear was Jungkook’s breathing and his heart beating. You don’t know why you were focusing so much on it.
“But would she as a fangirl be her true self, or would she as the curator be her true self…” Jungkook wonders out loud. “It could be both right?”
“Yeah… I guess so. I don’t know, I’m kind of confused with what’s going on,” you say, sitting up.
“Oh, do you not like it? We can change what we’re watching,” he says, quickly exiting out of the screen.
“No, it’s just,” you sigh. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m so off today.” You say, looking up at your best friend. He’s frowning, looking over at you with a very worried expression.
“Did anything happen? Do you want to talk about what’s on your mind?” he asks you, reaching for your hand. You grab it, shaking your head and smiling up at him.
“I’ll be okay, but maybe we can continue this another day?” You tell him. “I might just need some time to think.”
“Okay, uhh.. think about what?”
“I’ll let you know after I think it through,” you laugh, leaning over to him to give him a hug. “Thank you for this day. I really enjoyed it. My treat next time, okay?”
“Yeah,” he says, watching you pull away. You then get up and grab your things. “Okay.”
you
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feelings
๑ part eight: she’s flustered ๑
pairings: jungkook x reader
a/n: i feel like i do this all the time with my aus where yn is so confusing and so the reader gets confused but like the next few updates explains it all and so you won’t get confused anymore does that make sense? i feel like it’s been so long since i’ve done this, i don’t want you guys to be lost T.T
After a failed attempt at working on homework together, Jimin and you are now at his friend Jin’s apartment! Along with Taehyung and Jungkook of course. And one more friend you were about to meet.
“Did you bring it?” Jungkook asks you right when you enter the door. You nod, walking up to him and handing him his switch. “Thank youuu~” He says, immediately sinking into the couch next to Taehyung.
“Hi!” You hear someone say excitedly behind you. “I’m Hobi,” he says, already leaning in for a hug.
“Hi, I’m Yn,” you say, giggling.
“Yn!” Jin yells from the kitchen. “Are you hungry?” You peek behind Hobi and smile at Jin.
“Yes,” you say. Jungkook taps your leg with his foot.
“Sit next to me,” he says. You turn around, flopping down next to him. “How was the study sesh?”
“Well I spent half of it on my phone and so Jimin scolded me a lot,” you tell him, resting your head on his shoulder. You watch the television as Jungkook and Taehyung play Mario kart.
“She’s very stubborn,” Jimin says, pointing at you. Jungkook laughs, nodding in agreement.
“I just, really don’t like math,” you say. “… anymore.”
“You’re majoring in architecture,” Jimin says.
“Okay, and?” you answer back.
“I like her,” Hobi says, smiling at you before walking to the kitchen to help Jin. Your eyes follow him and you see Jin putting meat on a chopping board.
“WOAH. You’re cooking all that? For lunch?” You say, immediately getting up and following Hobi. Jimin passes by you and takes your spot on the couch.
“Yeah, why? Are you not as hungry?” Jin answers. You put your hand over your mouth in awe, not knowing he was a good cook.
I mean, you’re assuming he is by the way he was prepping everything.
You take out your phone and take a picture of him. He looks at you surprised.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“This makes you even hotter,” you say, snapping another picture. He laughs, getting embarrassed. He then raises his hand to hide his face from the camera. “I’m posting this on twitter,” you say, leaning over the counter.
“So nothing changed?” Taehyung asks, screaming right after Jungkook passed him in the game.
“Between me and Yn?” Jungkook asks, leaning forward and keeping his eyes locked on the screen. “Are you trying to distract me? I’m not going to let you win.”
“Of course not, but yes between you two.” Jimin turns to the two, looking back and forth between Jungkook and Taehyung.
“Wait, do you…” Jimin says, turning to Jungkook.
“Have feelings for Yn?” Jungkook says, “yeah.” Jimin nods.
“Yeah and he needs help with winning her heart,” Taehyung says. “Oh– OH!” He yells, slowly standing up as he passes Jungkook and crosses the finish line. “YES! WOO!”
“Oh,” Jimin says. “Does she know? Or..”
“Yeah… I told her last night after you dropped her off,” Jungkook says, sighing as he puts the switch down.
“Why do you look like that?” Taehyung says, looking at Jimin and furrowing his brows. “Don’t tell me you like her too.” Jungkook looks up and stares at Taehyung for a few seconds before turning to Jimin.
“Oh. It’s okay if you do. She doesn’t like me back anyways. I’m sure you two would hit it off,” Jungkook says, smiling at Jimin before standing up and going to where you were.
Taehyung punches Jimin’s arm, making him flinch.
“Ow,” Jimin says, rubbing his arm as he frowns at his best friend.
“You can’t like her,” Taehyung says. “That’s against the rules.”
“What rules?”
“The bro code! You can’t like another bro’s crush,” Taehyung explains. “That will ruin our friendship.”
“Yeah, I know, I won’t don’t worry,” Jimin says, turning to you. “I like her, but not in that way.”
“Then why did you react the way you did?” Jimin shrugs.
“I was just surprised I guess. I didn’t think any of them had feelings for each other. I was just thinking about how I probably made Jungkook uncomfortable when I’m around.”
“Is it because you’re really touchy around people you like,” Taehyung says, looking down at Jimin’s foot that is now on his lap.
“Yeah, I was literally holding her hand when he came up to us last night when I was dropping her off,” Jimin says, dropping his head on the couch. “I must’ve given him the wrong impression.. I have to tell him I don’t like her like that.”
“Wait, did you guys get the ice cream?” Hobi suddenly asks, looking at you with a worried expression. You felt your cheeks suddenly heat up.
“We forgot,” you whisper. “I’m sorry.” Jungkook laughs at you, shaking his head. Your eyes were big and your cheeks were noticeably more pink.
Hobi smiles at you, shaking his head. “It’s okay, we’ll just get some right now.” He then walks to the living room where the two boys were at and grabs his wallet and keys that were on the coffee table.
“Come, let’s buy ice cream,” Hobi says, gesturing for you and Jungkook. You and Jungkook were about to follow the older one when Jimin yelled.
“Jungkook!” The two of you froze and turned to him with both of your eyebrows raised. “Sorry,” Jimin says with a small laugh. “Yn, you can go with Hobi hyung, Jungkook, stay.”
Jungkook looks at you and you nod.
“He said stay Jungkook, be a good boy and listen to your hyung,” you joke, pushing him towards the boys on the couch. Jungkook glares at you as he walks towards Jimin.
“See you guys later,” you yell, walking out with Hobi.
“And again, I’m cooking alone,” Jin mumbles to himself, looking at the half chopped vegetables that Hoseok was helping with.
“I’ll help hyung,” Taehyung says, standing up and running next to Jin.
“I don’t like Yn,” Jimin says, loud enough for Jin to hear from the kitchen. Not that the kitchen was far from the living room. Actually, the only thing that separated the kitchen from the living room was the kitchen counter.
“You don’t like her?” Jin asks. “Why not? I think she’s great. She’s funny, she’s sweet, and she tells me that I’m good looking.” Jin finished it off by winking at Jimin. Taehyung laughs beside him.
“Yeah you’re right, she is funny. I think that last part that you just said was her best joke.” Jin turns and glares at the younger boy.
“Keep chopping those carrots.”
“No, not like that. I like her, she’s great. I meant that I don’t like her in a romantic way,” Jimin explains. “It might’ve come off wrong, I don’t want you to think I was trying to hit on her or anything. I’m sorry if it did look like it.” Jungkook shakes his head.
“No, it’s okay, don’t worry about it. If you do ever grow feelings for her, don’t let me stop you. I just want the best for her.”
Taehyung quirks an eyebrow at the two. He scoffs, rolling his eyes.
“Jungkook, you’re too nice! Stop that, go fight for your girl!” He yells, holding the knife up. Jin’s eyes widens as he reaches around Taehyung and slowly brings his arm down.
“That’s enough of you in this kitchen, go sit down, thank you,” he says, pushing the younger boy away.
“Anyways,” Jin says. “Can someone explain to me what’s going on? What am I watching here?”
“Jungkook likes Yn. Jimin likes Yn as a friend but you know how Jimin is with his friends. He’s very touchy,” Taehyung explains while he walks to the couch. “Jimin found out like ten minutes ago that Jungkook has feelings for Yn and felt bad that Jungkook might’ve thought that he was trying to flirt with his crush because he was caught holding her hand last night, but really, Jimin was just being Jimin. And so Jimin is explaining to Jungkook that he only likes Yn as a friend. But Jungkook is too nice and is saying it’s okay if he does end up liking her in the future. Because he confessed to Yn last night and Yn didn’t feel the same way. He says that he just wants her to be happy so if Jimin is the one that can do that, then he’s okay with it. Even if it breaks his little heart.”
Jungkook blinks at Taehyung and Jimin laughs at the newbie.
“Taehyung’s favorite pastime is being a hopeless romantic. He lives for these moments. He really wants you to be the one that makes Yn happy.”
“Ooh, so the little one doesn’t know what to do with his feelings now does he?” Jin says.
“Yeah, I don’t. I didn’t really know what it would be like if I ever did confess to her,” Jungkook says. “It was either we ended up together, stayed friends, or stopped being friends.” He shrugs, “I was always scared it would be the last one so I never did it. But now that I did and we’re just friends… I don’t know how to get rid of the feelings right away.”
“You can’t just get rid of feelings after having them for so long– assuming you have liked her for a while,” Jin says. Taehyung nods.
“Since high school,” he answered for Jungkook.
“Then don’t give up. I’m sure if she stayed with you for this long, she’s bound to have some feelings,” Jin says.
“Okay, but, and I’m just playing the devil’s advocate here,” Jimin says. “I’m seriously rooting for you two. But let’s just say, what if she doesn’t?” He says, crossing his arms and looking back and forth between the three guys. “A guy and a girl can be friends. It’s happened before.”
“That’s true,” Jungkook says. “For anything, I could just be a brother to her.” Taehyung winces at the thought.
“Jungkook, you two have so much potential,” Jin says. “I’m sure she’ll end up falling for you eventually. Now that she knows that you like her, it’s in her head. She’ll notice all the little things you do with her and she’ll start to realize that she actually wants to be with you. Trust me.”
“But what if she doesn’t,” Jimin says, resting his head on his hand.
“Are you sure you don’t like her?” Taehyung says. He pushes Jimin slightly. “Who’s side are you on?”
“Okay, I’ll stop, I’m sorry. Hyung?”
“Okay, okay,” Jin says, wiping his hands on a towel. “So this is what you’ll do.”
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feelings
๑ part seven: be a good boy ๑
pairings: jungkook x reader
a/n: i’m going to say this now before anyone comes at me in the future LOL but guys and girls can be friends without any romantic feelings!! for the sake of this au and my hopeless romantic self, that isn’t going to apply in my bts ff universe okay :) lol at least for the two main characters
It was 8 in the morning and you were, for the most part, awake and in a cafe. This time with Jimin and you two were doing math homework together.
Yes, math on a Saturday morning. It was so shocking to you that you had to tweet it.
Okay, you didn’t have to, but you needed an excuse to get on your phone because this was getting boring.
You snap a quick picture of Jimin with your books and work on the table, quickly typing up a caption and posting the tweet. Replying to yourself right under it.
Jimin looks up and sees you smiling down at your phone. Glancing at your screen, he sees that you’re on twitter. He quickly pulls out his phone and finds your tweet, smiling at himself as he comments on your post to catch your attention.
Right when his comment pops up, you look up and glare at him. And all he does is just smile sweetly at you before popping one earphone in his ear and going back to his work book.
You sigh, putting your phone down. You grab your pencil again and tap it on the table as you read the next problem on your worksheet.
You blink at it for a few seconds before glancing up at Jimin. He’s focused on his own work so you quickly grab your phone and slip it underneath the table.
You text Jungkook.
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Jungkook was currently with Taehyung and his friends. Which quickly became his friends as well. Seokjin and Hoseok aka Jin hyung and Hobi hyung.
The four were walking up to Jin’s apartment when Jungkook’s phone dinged three times in a row.
“Woah, who’s texting you so much?” Hobi asks Jungkook as he takes his phone out of his pocket. Jungkook looks at his screen and smiles when he sees that it’s you and that you’re looking for him and want to hang out. Even though you told him that you were spending the morning with Jimin.
“Is it Yn?” Taehyung asks. “Can I text her back?” Jungkook furrows his brows.
“What are you going to say?” He asks, handing him the phone anyways. The other two boys gather around Taehyung as he types a response. Even taking a quick picture to send to you.
“Here,” Taehyung says, handing Jungkook back the phone. “I’m going to make us six a groupchat.”
Jungkook takes his phone back, reading through the responses Taehyung wrote to you. He laughs at them and smiles when you text again, asking for him.
“Welcome to my apartment,” Jin says, opening the door and letting the boys in. Jungkook looked around in awe.
Jin’s the oldest out of the 4 of them and everyone else still lived in dorms so it was cool that he lives in an apartment of his own.
He also had a lot of cool toys and gadgets lying around.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Jin says, patting Jungkook’s back. The other two were already laying on his couch.
“Come sit over here Jungkookah,” Hobi calls, patting the seat next to him.
Jungkook follows his new hyung and sits next to him before replying to your messages. He couldn’t help but smile at your replies but it disappears when you say that you had to go.
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Jimin catches you on your phone once again and scolds you for not doing your work.
“You should put your messages on “Do not disturb” so you don’t get distracted by any messages.” He said. “I always keep mine on it because my friends like to spam on our groupchat.”
“Okay, I’m sorry, but let me just post something real quick,” you say, holding up a finger to him. Jimin laughs shaking his head.
“Yn, I thought you wanted to do our work together so that you can focus and have someone to hold you accountable,” he says. You smile at him sheepishly.
“I know I know, I’m sorry. Studying or doing work in general is just so hard for me. Especially if it’s a subject I don’t particularly like.”
“I understand, I’m the same with History. You just need to be more strict with yourself, let’s just keep working for a few more minutes and we can call it a day.” You nod, about to put your phone away when Taehyung’s replies pops up.
“Oh, Taehyung messaged me,” you say. Jimin sighs, dropping his head. He nods and closes his workbook and you look up at him confused.
“Wait, why are you packing up?”
“It’s Taehyung, you won’t get anything done now for sure,” he says.
“So I guess we have mutual friends now huh,” Jimin says as you two walk out of the cafe together.
“I guess so,” you say. “Guess we’ll be spending more time together.”
“Great,” he says, smiling at you with those darn moon eyes. You quickly slap your cheeks to hide the blush and he laughs, putting his arm around your shoulders as he walks you to his car.
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feelings
๑ part six: do not disturb ๑
pairings: jungkook x reader
a/n: bringing in the new friends!!! also i have no idea how to solve that calc problem, i got this online LOL just like yn, i did not do well in that class either i mean, i passed but idk math anymore
↳You come to realize that your highschool sweetheart and you just aren’t meant to be when his attractive best friend walks back into town and sweeps you off your feet.
↳You come to realize that your highschool sweetheart and you just aren’t meant to be when his attractive best friend walks back into town and sweeps you off your feet.
↳You come to realize that your highschool sweetheart and you just aren’t meant to be when his attractive best friend walks back into town and sweeps you off your feet.
↳You come to realize that your highschool sweetheart and you just aren’t meant to be when his attractive best friend walks back into town and sweeps you off your feet.
pairing: model!jimin x teacher!reader
genre: smau, crack/humor, fluff, drama
updates:tbd
series: unfortunate beginnings
status:ongoing
a/n: round 2 my dudes✌I’m really excited for this au since it’s the beginning of a little project I’m working on! there’s gonna be a lot of drama/borderline slight angst(?) anyway let me know if you wanna be on the tag list and I hope y’all have fun reading and enjoy!!
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
a/n: hello everyone! sorry I’ve been gone for so long and have kept some ppl waiting, life got hectic and b u s y. BUT! I’m gonna have the outro profiles posted shortly and work on posting my next au during my month off from school which starts next week!! I hope y’all enjoyed this one!!
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
a/n: *GASP* what’s this? me posting again?? (sounds too good to be true) I’m sorry for taking so much time off, school never got better like I thought it would, but I finally got some stuff worked out! THANK YOU SO MUCH for being patient with me and I hope you guys stick around for the last 2 chapters and enjoyed this one!
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
a/n: I probably put too much information about the internships but whatever anyway yoongi’s living his best life and that’s all that matters (also next update a certain two people join forces) lmk your thoughts and thanks for reading!!
→ when the pandemic first started, you never thought you’d have to stay quarantined in your apartment with yoongi, one of your roommate’s friends and a guy you’ve never met. and you definitely did not expect you’d end up falling for him.
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