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I’m not supposed to | 01

↳ He was a complete asshole, you knew— but despite knowing what he truly was, he kept drawing you closer. They were uncontrollable, the feelings you had for him, but there wasn’t a moment where you wanted them concealed. What you wanted was him, but his unpredictable and shallow demeanor only brought more mystery to the surface of his character. When he begins to catch on, you find yourself closer than ever to those whom you never thought you cared for— and after realizing that too, you begin to question who this ‘he’ truly applies for.

Pairings; Kim Taehyung x reader, Jeon Jungkook x reader

Genre; Romance, future smut, Hogwarts!Au, Gryffindor!Taehyung, Slytherin!Jungkook

Words; 5 754

| 01 | coming soon ➵

A/N: This maybe won’t be the longest or best series, as it’s not as good as I would want it to be, but I wrote this since the idea has been in my head for a really long time. If people like it, I’ll write more— so please tell me what you think, it means a lot. Enjoy :)

『October 20th, 2018』

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"Fuck you."

Your eyes didn't leave his determined face as you stared at each other across your seats. Hands perched upon the surface of the table, you leaned most of your weight against it as you inched closer to him. The words that you had spat to his face caused a rough chuckle to leave his throat— but you didn't allow any glint of humor to appear in your gleaming eyes.

"Hell, I'd prefer you not to.", he muttered in response, his eyebrows narrowing intensely.

Not allowing his attitude or words to be the last hanging upon the end of the conversation, you smiled sheepishly and slowly raised your right hand beside your face where you knew it would enter his field of vision. His eyes tried desperately to not leave yours, but his mouth twitched into a tight frown as he noticed the middle finger sat beside your head— which you tilted slightly to the left.

"For your cocky ass.", you clarified. “In case you don’t quite understand—”

"Okay you two, seriously", Jimin sighed from the seat beside you, leaning the palm of his hand against his forehead as he watched you two from behind his hand. "I think you're taking this staring contest way too far."

You slowly narrowed your eyes in anticipation as you watched Taehyung viciously, awaiting the surrender that you were expecting. He was weak, you knew— as a regard to the fact that no one could beat you at a staring contest, as you had claimed yourself the official 'no-blink master'. A name that hadn't come to stick around with the rest of your peers.

Yet.

Taehyung, sighing deeply out of pure frustration, lowered his eyes from yours and turned to Jimin, who watched you two with a tense glare. The second his eyes blinked for the first time in five minutes, you followed his actions— cheering loudly for your victory by shooting up from your seat and stretching your arms high above your head, pointing mockingly at Taehyung.

"What did I tell you? I was so fucking right, wasn't I?!", you laughed loudly, Taehyung burying his face into his hands— his elbows leaned against the wooden table that your house had previously eaten peacefully at.

Maybe you'd yelled a little too loudly.

The stern voice from behind you made you jump from surprise, and you slowly lowered your hands as you turned to face the one who stood behind you. Professor McGonagall, who so dearly didn't despise you but didn't necessarily like you either, towered above you with a neutral expression.

As neutral of an expression that she could have when she had to constantly tell you off for the troubles you were causing at a daily.

"Ms.(Y/L/N)", she sighed, the papers in her hands crumbling upon the weight she pressured as her fingers tightly enveloped around them. "Your behaviour is one I have previously spoken to you about. I believe that we came to an agreement that a few more faulty decisions would lead to another detention, am I correct?"

You didn't dare to meet her eyes with your own, and you instead lowered them to the shoes of your uniform as you fiddled with the sleeves of your robes. The fact that you were constantly in trouble with the head of your house was talk that often found its way amongst the other students. It was unknown from where, but sources last year had even spread the rumour that you had been closer than ever to leaving the school permanently— until your furious father had informed the headmaster that incidents like the previous ones would never occur again during your last few years at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

But you had already been handed a detention during the first night of returning the following term— the first term of Year 6.

"I thought so.", you heard Professor McGonagall tsk under her breath, violently picking a sheet of paper from her giant pile and handing it to you with a slight shove. "I expect to see you present in my lesson this afternoon, Ms.(Y/L/N)."

You didn't dare to look up from the floor until the echo of her heels had completely vanished from your field of sound. Crumbling the sheet of paper that contained your schedule for the year, you furiously turned around to sit back down— your tongue pressing to the inside of your cheek to prevent any curses to be thrown in the path of your Professor.

"You kind of did deserve that.", Taehyung stated honestly as he picked at his long fingers, his dark eyes meeting yours for only a split second before glancing down at his untouched plate of breakfast.

"Have I ever told you how much I hate you?", you looked at him, cocking your eyebrows upwards as you awaited an answer— though the only one you received was a short and soft chuckle escaping his tinted lips.

Jimin frowned, biting the inside of his cheek as he watched Professor McGonagall walk down the hall to the staff table, handing each student the schedule on her way. His innocent eyes snapped to your face, where he slowly exhaled a breath that he'd most likely been holding onto whilst the Professor had been scolding you.

"(Y/N).. maybe you should try and lay low for a while.", he said softly, scanning your face as you turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow in question. "I mean, it hasn't even been a day and you've already gotten into a bit of trouble. Maybe you should just.. you know.. stay out of the spotlight for a while?"

"Right..", you answered slowly, nodding your head along your own words. "Right, lay low— I can do that— "

You were cut off by a rough snort from Taehyung, and you abruptly turned your head in his direction.

"Can you fucking stay out of this? You're not a part of this conversation.", you growled, sighing loudly and then turning back to Jimin.

"No fucking manners."

About to explode of rage with words that you had wanted to spew to Taehyung's face for a long period of time, you were stopped by the loud chanting of laughter that broke out across the Great Hall. The entirety of the Gryffindor table looked around in confusion for the source of the sound, and you weren't surprised by the faces that met yours at the other end of the Hall.

The Slytherin table.

But you caught onto that one particular face quickly, your eyebrows narrowing angrily to the point where you swore they met your nose. His black hair parted where it met his forehead, and his sharp features highlighted his face as it shone in the natural light of the early morning that gleamed in through the tall windows. He sat in the center crowd of his friends, but even then you managed to spot him as clearly as you'd done all those past years.

If there was one person you hated more than anyone, it was definitely Jeon Jungkook.

You'd always hated him— ever since you’d come face to face with his obnoxious ego. In all honesty, the two of you had gotten along quite well when you'd travelled on the Hogwarts Express together for your first year. You had spoken to one another, and you'd bonded quite fondly as a result of the similarities in interests and family— though that had all changed the moment he had been sorted into Slytherin house and you, into Gryffindor. That was when he had stopped speaking to you, and his true loathsome personality had made its appearance.

He disgusted you.

Jungkook watched you, his lips pulled into a cocky smirk as he joined his friends in the snickering. Your hands balled into tight fists, crumbling the schedule in your grip to a crushed ball— and the urge to throw it in the direction of his head was one you had to bury out of concern, as Jimin had told you to lay low.

And laying low meant to not give in to Jeon Jungkook's ego.

That boy only wanted two things; Admiration and high prestige, though he also enjoyed messing with people's heads, yours in particular after the incidents that you two had gone through during your first year— the ones you pretended had never happened. Because it was an embarrassment to admit that you used to enjoy being around Jeon Jungkook.

Used to— not anymore. And never again.

”Have I ever told you how you look like a fucking egg?”

Slowly narrowing your eyes, you turned your expression to Taehyung as heat rose to your face out of rage and fury.

”You must be fucking kidding me.”, you muttered under your breath, cracking your knuckles underneath the table.

At the sight of your expression, his face lit up into a bright smirk— and he hastily pushed himself from the table the same second that you did, sprinting out of the Great Hall with you at his feet.

Jimin’s rough sigh was the last that you heard after you and Taehyung left through the open doors of the Great Hall, your laughter echoing along the abandoned, morning corridors of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

”Okay, but seriously", Taehyung sighed, his footsteps pounding as they made contact with the floor tiles. "You're not as intimidating as you think you are."

You tried your best not to glare at him with furious eyes, but instead balled your clammy hands into tight fists at your side that prevented any blood from flowing through your veins. You could only imagine the cocky and punch-worthy expression that had spread across his already smug face, and decided against glancing at him from the corner of your eyes.

You only tilted your head up from the ground when the sound of chatter rose amongst the two of you— the moment you set foot into the first lesson of the term. Majority of the students stood in groups by various rows of desks as they spoke to one another regarding friendships, summer loves and how unnecessary they felt it was to return back to school.

There only seemed to exist a small and limited amount of students who sat quietly in their seats, dazing or glaring off in dread at the ongoing chatter that never appeared to come to an end.

You turned and looked over at Taehyung, who seemed to search the classroom for a particular face. You did not quite know who he was looking for— if it possibly was someone from Ravenclaw house who had History of Magic with you first thing in the morning.

Before you’d completely had the possibility to ask Taehyung out of curiosity, he pivoted forward and slipped into an empty seat beside Jimin— who you recognized from the pale blonde hair that fell over his bright eyes.

With a sour expression on your face, you turned your body around in many directions in search of a vacant seat next to someone— anyone, as you weren’t picky when it came to your fellow students. Especially not the Ravenclaw’s, as they were normally kind and welcoming to the students in your house— which was a factor that you admired dearly.

Therefore, you settled down beside a tall and slim boy whose long slanted eyes were glued to the open book that rested between each of his balled hands. The matte blue badge on his uniform informed you of his position as Prefect, which with slight intimidation caused you to avert your eyes elsewhere.

You couldn’t prevent yourself from moving your sight between each of the packed rows of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw students that scattered across the floorboards of the classroom, but as your eyes drifted to the desk behind your own, your eyes locked with the black orbs belonging to Taehyung.

He seemed to have already been watching you from behind, his head tilted slightly to the right which caused the bangs of his silver hair to fall over his eyes. As you stared at him through silence, a quick yet gentle smile tugged at each end of his downturned lips— which at that moment didn’t contain his usually mocking demeanor.

“Welcome, welcome!”, the ringing of Professor Cuthbert Binns voice woke you without startle, and you slowly turned your body back to face the blackboard before you, as the first introductory lesson of term began.

Your heels pounded against the floor tiles of the third floor corridors as you hurried to catch up with the body pacing in front of you, the fury that boiled in your blood heating the cheeks of your face.

“Taehyung!”, you hissed through your gritted teeth as you stopped ahead of him, crossing your robed arms across your chest.

He stopped as he noticed you, his slender hands stuffed into the pockets of the pants of his uniforms, the absence of his robes outlining his slim body that towered over your own as his face tipped down to look over you.

“You!—”, your hands pressed into his chest with a hefty force which only caused him to raise his prominent eyebrows. “You’re the reason those points got taken away!”

“Oh come on Y/N, don’t come at me with this shit.”, you didn’t expect the rough chuckle that escaped his parted lips— or the smug smile that spread across his face. “Have I ever mentioned how adorable you are when you’re frustrated?”

As you cocked your head to the side with a strained smile, you lifted one of your fingers to bop the tip of his pale nose in a mocking manner. As you caught him slightly off guard, your smile dropped along your poise. “In that case you’ll think I’m even more adorable when I beat the crap out of you, asshole—“

Your face collided with the arm of your fellow Gryffindor when a sudden individual forced past you without sensibility, Taehyung stumbling backwards which prevented your fall. After stabilizing yourself, you hastily tipped your head to the side to watch the student who had pushed past you as he walked away, and you scoffed under your breath as you recognized the face of the boy who’d shared your table during History of Magic; the reason you’d gotten points taken away from Gryffindor.

It had been an accident, of course— as all you had necessarily done was watch the boy beside you as he contributed to the class throughout the lesson and successfully managed his studies, which was a struggle you constantly had found yourself ground to. When he had carefully moved past you through the silence of the working students with his finished work, you couldn’t have prevented your jaw from dropping to the floor.

The dumbfounded look that had settled upon your face hadn’t been missed by Taehyung, who had tapped you violently on the shoulder to agitate your blank mind. As a natural instinct, you had spun to get a conscious reply to what he wanted, and he had scoffed at the irritated image before him.

“Chill your ass, Y/N— I just wanted to assure you that there’s no reason to feel like a dumbfuck compared to him.”, he jerked his chin towards the direction of the Ravenclaw boy who stood and spoke to Professor Binns with his hands held behind his straightened back. “Namjoon’s literally the smartest kid here.”

Taehyung lowered his eyes from your face as he picked up his quill with a swift movement of his hands, continuing to answer the questions that stood written on the blackboard. His face twisted into a strange expression as he muttered in a tone that was only intended for you to hear, “But they say he’s clumsy— apparently he isn’t as perfect as he seems to be.”

You snickered to yourself before you turned back around, but your heart skipped a beat as your widened eyes locked on to the hovering body of your Professor, who stood— eh, floated— whilst shaking his head in disapproval. His lips pressed into a thin line as he surveyed you, completely oblivious to Taehyung who had engaged in the conversation. You couldn’t help but notice how the silence that had previously been directed towards each individuals work, seemed to have grown heavier and instead aimed in your direction.

“I heard Professor McGonagall’s scold this morning, Ms.(Y/L/N)— and I haven’t failed to catch the many detentions you have been assigned.”, you sunk low into your seat as Professor Binns spoke, the hollow eyes of the Ravenclaw boy, Namjoon, boring into your face from behind the Professor’s translucent body.

“Therefore I do not have any other form of punishment for you, Ms.(Y/L/N), than to rid points from Gryffindor house.”, He watched you for a couple of long seconds before turning back to the blackboard. “Continue working, students. This should be finished by the end of the lesson.”

You slowly turned back to threateningly glare at the boy behind you, but his attention was completely directed at the work that Professor Bins had assigned— though as you caught the look of disappointment on Jimin’s soft face, you didn’t dare cast your sight towards any of the other Gryffindors.

Taehyung muttered a line of incoherent words under his breath, which caused you to shift your attention from the silhouette of Namjoon that grew further and further from your view range with each of his heavy steps. You hurriedly moved away from the boy beside you, swallowing the words of fury that threatened to pour from your lips with a single part.

“Get your shit together, Y/N.”, you felt your head forcefully move slightly to the right as Taehyung’s large hands pressed against your temple mockingly, moving past you with a stride of steps.

You lifted your hand to where he had touched your head, your nose scrunching as you watched him stroll down the corridor towards his next lesson beside the outline of another one of the many students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The day drained longer than any other you had previously experienced, and seemed to be an intentional deed executed by your Professors in order to torturously make you rethink your choice of continuing your education. Yes, you weren’t going to lie that returning to school was something that you had many times contemplated, but every moment you considered speaking of the subject with your parents they began spewing just how proud they were that you had almost finished your education— and that soon enough the time would come for, as they called it, ‘adulting’. It was enough to send you running back to Hogwarts.

You hadn’t muted a single word to Taehyung since the encounter after the History of Magics lesson— though you weren’t completely sure whether that was a positive factor or not. Even though he was a complete ass, Taehyung, Jimin and you had always been a close trio, and not being on speaking terms with one another was a strange event in itself.

You tried not think too much of it as the day slowly moved past, but as the first day of lessons began reaching its peaking end, you couldn’t take the lasting silence anymore. Therefore, as you entered the the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom on the third floor for your final lesson of the day, your immediate intention was to seat yourself beside Taehyung.

Identifying the back of his head from the entrance at the end of the room that was packed with students bearing red and green uniforms, turned out to be harder than expected— and you had to push yourself past several rows of crowding packs of faces that sent you looks of disgust to find the Gryffindor you were searching for.

You stopped near the middle row as your eyes locked on the outline of the boy you were searching for— but the seat that you had hoped to be vacant beside him was occupied by a bubbly taller girl with straight, brown hair that was tightly pulled to the top of her head in a ponytail. What caught you off guard wasn’t the girl herself, but instead the green badge that sat atop her robe to represent the house that she belonged to.

The vibration of the door as it slammed shut made you aware of the presence of your Professor, and you were left with no other choice— the fists at your side clenching unintentionally as you glanced around yourself for a seat, a moment that you had found yourself experiencing far too many times in one single day. As you turned in various directions, you jumped when you came face to face with the body of Professor Rakepick standing before you, bearing a pile of books in her hands.

You cowered backwards, apologizing with a quick bow of your head before you moved in the direction of the first seat you laid your eyes upon— which turned out to be at the furthest back of the classroom beside a boy whose chin was leaned against the palm of his hand as he stared emptily at the head direct of his view.

Hesitantly, you placed your notebooks and essentials down on the surface of the desk, settling beside the Slytherin boy in stiff movements— which signalled Professor Rakepick to begin the lecture. As she spoke, her words flowing in a fluent manner about the upcoming lessons and what she expected from each individual, she moved past the first rows of desks that lined the space between the students and the teaching grounds.

Scribbles lined the pages in your notebook as you noted the words that your Professor spoke, but you couldn’t help yourself from stealing a glance at the boy beside you between each pause of words. The vast emptiness in his black eyes gave off a fierce aura that made you move towards the edge of your seat, further and further from him in slight intimidation. You noticed the notebooks and quill that lay untouched at the corner of his end of the desk, and you frowned in dissatisfaction at him— but you promptly moved your attention to the Professor the second that the boy’s eyes rose from their stare to yours, a cold shudder running through your body.

The students scattered across the classroom turned their heads in union to glance at the doors to the room as they flew open, a pair of hurried steps pounding against the floorboards until they came to a stop inside. Professor Rakepick stopped mid sentence as she noticed the figure, her mouth hanging open as she blinked rapidly— confusion written across her face.

You recognized the Professor who had entered the classroom as the Herbology teacher, Professor Sprout, whose full cheeks were lined with clammy sweat and flashes of red. Her breaths were heavy as she settled her eyes on the Defence against the Dark Arts teacher, her brown eyes wide with concern.

“I am terribly sorry for intruding so suddenly, Patricia— but the other teachers and I need your help now.”, she spoke quickly between each of her breaths, and you furrowed your brows in bewilderment as you glanced between her and your Professor. “It's regarding a student.”

At the last words, Professor Rakepick’s eyes grew wide— as if she instantly understood who Professor Sprout seemed to be implying.

“Ah yes.. no worries, Pomona—“, the Professor up front turned to her desk to set down The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection, before glancing across the faces distributed along each rows of desks. “I will return shortly— begin answering the questions on the board after you have finished your note taking.”

Without any seconds to waste, the faces of Professor Rakepick and Professor Sprout disappeared through the entrance to the Defence against the Dark Arts classroom.

The instant that the doors slammed shut at the hands of your Professor, a loud chorus of voices erupted in the narrow space of the classroom. At that moment, you knew that the noise wouldn’t die down until the return of Professor Rakepick, and you sighed in slight frustration as you let your quill fall to your open notebook in defeat.

Fine, let’s all just not give a fuck then.

“Yoongi!”, a voice called from the row to your left.

You stiffened the second that recognition kicked in.

Jungkook.

The Slytherin boy beside you— Yoongi— lazily lifted his eyes in the direction of Jungkook, irritation made apparent as he raised one of his eyebrows in question.

“You on for Friday?!”, Jungkook’s voice grew louder as he called for his housemate seated beside you, the voices in the classroom raising with each passing moment.

Yoongi let out a deep sigh of frustration as he straightened his posture, pressing his lips together as he contemplated his answer.

“Depends.”

“Don’t be that little fucker, Yoongs— it’ll be fun.”

“Because of that nickname I’m definitely not showing up. Good luck organizing it on your own, asshole—”, Yoongi’s words were cut off by the rough chuckle of Jungkook, who tipped his head to the right in a cocky manner whilst his eyes travelled to someone else— you.

“You can come too, Y/N.”

You raised your eyes to him, your nose scrunching as you watched the broad smirk that spread across his tinted lips.

“I’m not even going to pretend like I know what you’re talking about.”, you replied coolly, shrugging your shoulders at the end of your words.

“It’s— what should I call it.. a little gathering in the Slytherin common room.”, he added nothing more before he turned his body from the direction of Yoongi and your desk back to the blackboard.

You narrowed your brows as your eyes lingered on Jungkook, but you didn’t dare turn to Yoongi as you felt his eyes burn the back of your head with bitterness. You slowly lowered your sight from the boy to your left and instead focused on your hands that were balled into tight fists— your knuckles pale from the lack of circulation.

A shaky breath was exhaled before you picked up the quill from the clottered page of your notebook, slowly continuing your initiated notes that mirrored the teacher’s previous words.

The fork that you held in your hand picked at the food that occupied your plate that same evening. The sky that clouded the outside of the windows in the Great Hall had faded from its earlier grey state into a dark, gloomy shade of blue that trickled with twinkling stars. The sound of exhausted yet cheerful students filled the Hall as everyone dug into the food before them, sharing tales and complaints about the first day of term.

Laughter was a common sound that echoed amongst the Gryffindor table, particularly in the presence of the triangular position that you, Taehyung and Jimin always sat in. They were seats that the three of you had claimed yours since the year that you had first arrived at Hogwarts, and even to this day you refused to sit elsewhere.

You caught quick glimpses and patches of sentences from the conversation that was ongoing between your closest friends which regarded the ‘student incident’ that had come up during the Defence against the Dark Arts lesson. Taehyung had heard from a couple of the other Gryffindors in your year that a Hufflepuff named Hoseok had developed a really serious panic attack during Herbology, which resulted in him passing out in the midst of the ongoing lesson. You, on the other hand, had no interest in the topic of discussion as you didn’t find it humorous at all.

You just felt bad for that Hoseok kid.

“Why so quiet, Y/N?”, Taehyung’s soothing voice caught your attention as you averted your gaze to his face after setting down your eating attire. “Don’t you always have something to add?”

He looked at you with his familiarly forced yet innocent smile that covered his pale lips, and he unexpectedly bopped your nose with the back of his metal fork which made you scoff grumpily.

Your expression didn’t soften with any of his motions, and you simply stared at him with narrowed eyebrows before you returned to poking at the vegetables that were piled on your plate.

“I’m still mad at you for being so butthurt earlier.”, you muttered silently in response, which earned a deep laugh from his end.

“Cute,Y/N, but this isn’t a pity party.”

Taehyung continued to nag you throughout the majority of the dinner, which you consistently tried to stop by threateningly pointing your knife in his direction— but that move was quickly prevented by Jimin, who harshly told you not to joke about tossing knives at one another. Taehyung, on the other hand, found your replies amusing, and seemed to have no interest in calming his teasing anytime soon.

You had come to a point where your patience was running low, and the irritation that boiled in your blood readied you to spew curses in his direction— but you stopped yourself as you noticed the fall of Taehyung’s smile once his gentle eyes settled on a shadow that towered behind you and Jimin. He lowered the fork in his hand that he had used to teasingly poke you with, straightening his back and leaning his weight on his arms that he settled on the surface of the table.

Curious, both you and Jimin turned to glance over your shoulders at the student behind you, and at the sight of the familiar face, your lips pressed into a thin line.

It was the same girl who had sat next to Taehyung during the Defence against the Dark Arts lesson, and she smiled brightly as her eyes met his. Taehyung stiffly waved at her, and she took it as an invitation to begin speaking.

“Hey— sorry to interrupt your conversation, but I forgot to ask you earlier if you maybe wanted to meet and go through our notes later this week..”, her voice was calm yet persistent, and you turned your body away from her to continue glaring at your untouched food.

“Yeah— Yeah, let’s do that.”

“Okay, good— see you on friday!”, you assumed that she bid him goodbye as he waved in her direction, and continued to stare silently at her passing figure before she had returned to the Slytherin table.

A short silence lasted over your trio before you leaned over the table to hit the top of Taehyung’s head with a hard force— and he called out in surprise at the sudden action whilst rubbing at the area.

“What the fuck was that for?!”

“You’re an idiot, giving into that girl.”, you earned a nod of agreement from Jimin, who glanced between the two of you as you spoke. “She’s a typical Slytherin, Tae— and you know that.”

“You don’t even know her.”, he grumbled under his breath, avoiding eye contact as he straightened his back and picked up his fork to begin eating the cold food on his plate.

You laughed at his words, shaking your head in amusement. “Okay, okay— my bad.”

You snapped your head in the direction of Jimin, who simply raised his eyebrows in surprise at the words that left Taehyung’s lips.

“He’s been infected, Chim— he’s gone for good.”, you shook your head in sorrow. “I guess it’s just the two of us from now on.”

“Ha ha— so funny.”, Taehyung rolled his eyes at you, which only resulted in you glancing over at him with a skeptical raise of your brows. “Aren’t you one of the biggest supporters of the term ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’?—“

“Don’t use that shit against me, traitor—“

“Did she invite you to that party on Friday?”, Jimin asked, speaking over you out of pure disrespect.

Your expression faltered as you watched Taehyung slowly nod his head, chewing at his food with the corners of his mouth— though his eyes weren’t focused on Jimin, but were instead fixed on you.

You force a tight smile after he swallowed his food, leaning your chin to the palm of your hand as you spoke.

“I’m happy for you, Tae. I mean, I couldn’t have imagined anyone better to suit your charming personality.”, the sarcasm in your voice earned a scoff from Taehyung, as well as burning eyes of disapproval from Jimin. “I guess I’ll see you at that party.”

Taehyung stiffened at your words, his jaw clenched as he stopped chewing at the food in his mouth.

“You’re going?”, he seemed to be on the verge of laughter.

“You think I’m lying?”, you cocked your eyebrows upwards, scoffing at his response.

“Well—“

“He invited you?!”, the gasp that left Jimin caused you to jump in surprise, and for a single moment you were utterly confused as to who he was talking about. “That dickhead—”

Nope. You were completely aware of who he was talking about.

Taehyung had the appeal of a lost puppy as he glanced between you and Jimin, raising his hands in frustration.

“Who are you talking about?”

“Jungkook!— you fucking oblivious cow—”, Jimin hissed, his hands perched upon the surface of the table as if to forfeit his message to the dumbfounded boy in front of him.

At the mention of the Slytherin boy, the Gryffindor table fell into complete silence. A silence that was soon followed in confusion by the nearest table that belonged to the Hufflepuff students.

You exhaled a long breath as you closed your eyes heatedly, burying your face in your hands. You could only picture the smug look on said boy’s face across the opposite end of the Great Hall, and your face heated at the horrifying thought.

“Jungkook?!”, Taehyung spat the name with absolute disgust, almost choking on his own words as he tried to contain his anger.

As you slowly lowered your clammy hands from your face, you glanced at the boy before you with an inability to mute any words of response. You pushed yourself to a standing position despite the eyes that bore into you from all possible directions of the Hall— in particular the ones of your closest friends. Grabbing the straps of your bag, you hoisted it over your right shoulder before forcefully bringing your eyes to meet Taehyung’s.

“Fuck off.”, you managed to heave the words with a tone of disgust, casting a lingering glimpse in the direction of Jimin before you turned on your heel and left the Great Hall, the eyes of your peers burning your back through each drifting motion.

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