Forget Me Not

Epilogue

Taehyung had a lot of feelings. Really too many, if you were to ask him. He was a walking bomb of energy and colors and emotions. Jungkook though, was rather bland at first glance. When Taehyung had met him he had been quite scared of the small boy,- cold glances, empty eyes and a sharp tone. Then, though, the boy had puffed out his chest, held out his hand and declared that he knew Hogwarts. Walking the animagus all the way up to his room, gawking as Taehyung's hair changed uncontrollably. The young wizard trying his best to pull a brave face as the stairs swung about. Screaming while had Tae just laughed, jumping the growing gap with a grin.

At a second glance, Jeon Jungkook was a taste of genuine bliss. Whilst Taehyung was a dancing grizzly bear in a burning forest fire, Jungkook was a ray of sunshine slipping through the cobblestone cracks of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Jungkook was a warm apple pie at a table full of sadness, and a happy summer day in the midst of cold winter.

If you were to take a third look, you would find that kook was a scared boy. With absent parents and strict rules. Childhood and innocence hiding far inside of him, as so that they couldn't suck it away. He was a kid, who all those years ago Tae had run to find standing in front of Yoongi's room, with tears dripping from his eyes, teddy bear in hand as he tried to stop himself from knocking on the door that his favorite Hyung laid behind. Stopping to look at the elder Gryffindor when he heard him approach.

By that point Tae already had a crush on him,- yet he tried to say it was brotherly love, too young to understand the concept of sexuality. He went to Jungkook because Yoongi had asked him. He stayed because Jungkook had needed him.

Now, however, as he sat in the courtyard waiting for Jungkook to pick him up for Hogsmede, he reflected on how caring the younger was. How stoic and gray he was in comparison to Taehyung's loud burst of emotion and colors, only to melt when Tae would smile at him. How the tiny boy soon grew taller than him, chest growing broader and muscles forming over many summer vacations. Voice dropping, hair growing. His little bunny boy was growing into that of a man,- a hot fucking man. His does eyes and bunny smile always stayed the same over the years, though, a familiar laugh always warming Taehyung's heart no matter the season.

As the snow falls on this December day, Yoongi and Jimin kissed softly on the other end of the concrete clearing, Namjoon and Seokjin laughed fondly. Now-a-days, Taehyung was fully aware that Jungkook took care of him now. Standing up against the few bullies he had, throwing snide comments and rude gestures flicked to those who as much as looked at him wrong. And, at the end of the day, the fate of their relationship sat in Jungkook's hands. Tae initiated their first kiss, Tae made the boy hold him, helped him to realize that he had nothing to be afraid of. Now, it was up to JK to ask questions, rather it be what Tae liked during sex,- or what Tae liked during sex, but as his boyfriend.

Cause yeah, he was still waiting for that.

"Tae!" a voice called out, and it registered in Taehyung's head quicker than it probably should have. Because he turned his head and sure enough, there was Jungkook, the giant child running over to where Taehyung was sat, still pulling on a coat sleeve. It was black, on top of black, on top of black. Such an odd contrast to the bright smile on his face. "Sorry I'm late! I spilled juice on the carpet and had to clean it up!"

"Was it cranberry?" Tae asked absently, turning back to his phone to hide his own growing smile. Beanie pulled over his brown hair, his ears and cheeks pink from the cold and hands gloved in gray. His dark brown coat pulled over his turtle neck, red slacks falling over Gryffindor socks and glossy shoes. He and Jungkook dressed as if Jungkook were the leader of a cult, and Taehyung owned the library that he went to to find bibles to burn.