𝑀𝓎 𝒮𝓁𝓎𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃 (My Slytherin) || •PJM• ✔️

Greenhouse

You walk into the greenhouse, surprised to see it almost empty. "Koo?" you call, seeing the last students walk away, looking at you like you're crazy. "Hey, Bun where are you?" you ask. If he's going to ask you to meet here, he could at least greet you at the door... right?

Regardless you keep walking inside, shaking your head. You're risking curfew to be here. It's almost midnight, and if you're not back before then, you'll get punished for it. Sneaking around and breaking rules isn't exactly your thing. You prefer to do what you're told and do magic. You love your spells and work, so staying out past curfew isn't something you're known for.

For the next few minutes, you wander, looking for him. "Ugh Jungkook this isn't funny, we have curfew! What is it you wanted to tell me?" you call again, observing the room. Soon enough, the clock strikes midnight, making you pause. However, there's an old staircase attached to an old tree, vines surrounding it. It's gorgeous, the dark green color overtaking your vision.

You go to move past it, but soon enough, a figure walks down the stairs, leaning against the railing. "Oh great, you're here. Mind telling me where Jungkook is?" you ask, letting the sarcasm ooze into your tone.

"He's not coming, he sent me in his place," Jimin replies, softly smiling. "Come on, I'll tell you what Jungkook wanted you to know."

"And why should I listen to you?"

He chuckles, shaking his head. Jimin extends his hand to you, the lights of the greenhouse illuminating his evil smirk. "Do you trust me?"

You look into his eyes for a few moments before sighing, slipping your hand into his. "Not even a little bit." He brings you up the stairs instantly, going to the top of the spiral staircase and motioning for you to sit. You do, not trusting him at all, just like you said.

"Tell me Gryff, have you ever stayed out this late?"

"Like twice maybe," you reply, averting your eyes from him. You can feel his gaze boring into you, but you don't meet it.

"Have you ever been in the greenhouse this late?" You shake your head. He scoots closer, his fingers brushing across your jaw. You bite back a gasp at the sensation, his cold fingers hitting your warm skin, his hand tilting your head to look at him. "Just... watch. Trust me, it's worth it." Your eyes meet, and all at once, everything changes. Your heart beats faster, his proximity suddenly making you feel... alive. It's as if you've been waiting for this moment.

When he pulls back, you're left breathless, wanting more. No - needing more. Despite that, the greenhouse shifts. "Watch," he says, pointing to the plants. You slowly turn, your jaw dropping as soon as you see all the plants coming to life. They glow and light up the area all around you. They blossom under the dim lighting of the greenhouse: purples, reds, and blues all filling your vision as each flower buds, each plant blooms, each leaf sparkles.

"Oh my God," you whisper, staring in awe. You're so caught up in the moment that you don't feel Jimin wrapping his arm around you until he brings you closer, your shoulder hitting his. Honestly, you're so caught up that you don't push him away either. Your shoulders stay pressed together while the plants come to life before your very eyes. "Wow..." you add. He chuckles and brushes his hand up and down your arm. The warmth he brings honestly soothes your rapid heartbeat. But it's also this action that makes you realize that your enemy is holding you.

"What are you doing Jimin?" you ask, turning to face him.

He meets your eyes with a scrunched nose and a single raised brow. "The plants are all lit up and giving you a show but you're more concerned about me?"

Half of you wants to say yes while the more rational half knows that boosting his ego is not a good idea. "Jungkook was supposed to meet me here not you."

"Well let's just say he owed me a favor and this was it," he whispers. Oh great. How are you a favor?

"I'm a favor now, am I?"

"I helped Jungkook pass a test, in return he told you that he wanted to meet here late at night... but he didn't actually want to. I did. Is that so hard to understand princess?"

You resist a grunt and scoot away from him. He frowns when you take his arm off of you and look back out at the plants. "It's beautiful... but I still don't get why you wanted to show me this." Much to your dismay, he scoots closer again.

Your hand rests on the metal stair you're on, sitting in the small space between you and him. He cautiously places his hand over yours, sighing in relief when you let him. "Because I wanted to apologize."

"For?"

"Being more of an ass than usual recently... and for defense class. When you didn't get up I... I got so scared." His confession boggles your mind. He was scared for you? Literally why?

"Well as you can see I'm alright, no need to worry about it. It was just another fight of ours."

"But I hurt you."

"Don't you always? Why does it matter now?"

He answers by bringing you into a hug. You almost yelp when your chest hits his, the man wrapping his arms around you. You carefully hug back albeit confused. "Jimin... what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." he repeats in a whisper, his voice cracking ever so slightly. You stay silent and pat his back as the lights start to fade. Looks like the light show is almost over. It's past curfew... how the hell are you going to get to your dorm without anyone noticing?

"I don't know what to say," you mutter.

"Then don't say anything... I just want you to be okay. I don't know why, but I do."

His words make your heart pang. On one hand, his confession is making your head spin. On the other, does he really mean it? "Are you being serious or is this another elaborate prank of yours?"

He pulls back to place a hand on your cheek. When his eyes meet yours behind those cute glasses of his, you realize he's being genuine. "I mean it," he says, "I'll prove it. I'll stop being such an ass."

"I didn't know that was possible with you," you joke, trying to ease his anxious mood.

It somewhat works seeing as he cracks a smile. "I doubt it is, but I can try," he replies, brushing his thumb across your skin.

You stare for a few more moments until you notice him naturally leaning his face closer... his lips closer. "How are we gonna get back?" you suddenly ask, stopping his movements.

"Don't worry, I have a solution. You won't like it though."

"I won't?"

"Slytherin is close... you Gryffs are on the other side of the school though."

"Exactly why I didn't want to sneak around," you mumble.

"Stay in Slytherin tonight. I'll hide you and sneak you out in the morning."

"How the hell are you gonna sneak me out?"

He chuckles, "Wear our robes, I'll get you one and we'll cover your face as best as possible. Get you to a bathroom and change you back to your Gryff robes then I'll take the Slytherin ones back to my place. Easy."

"Easier said than done," you say.

"Y/n," he says. You shut your mouth and decide to listen to him. "It's gonna be okay. I promise."

At his promise, you relax a little bit. But only a little bit. "Okay... but don't think this means I trust you."

He stands and starts walking down the stairs, extending his hand to you once again. "I guess I'll keep dreaming then," he teases. You softly smile and entwine your hand with his, walking down the metal. What the hell are you getting yourself into?