summary: when it comes to academics, everyone knows not to disrupt Park Jimin with his high-standing reputation. but how is a transfer student from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry supposed to know about maintaining his reputation? spoiler alert: they don't care.
pairing: jimin x fem!reader
genre: hogwarts au, nerd!jimin, enemies to lovers au | smut
warnings: jimin and yn are arrogant idiots, inappropriate usage of Head Student/prefect equipment, alcohol consumption, the story sort of rushes towards the end because I was (and am) so tired of writing this lmao
smut present in the form of: sexual tension, slight dirty talk maybe idk what i'm doing, light bratty and dom vibes, fingering, unprotected sex, cumplay, overstimulation, bondage, one (1) spank, dry humping, slight voyeurism (they have sex in a bathroom, it's not as gross as it sounds i promise)
Park Jimin enters the school grounds the same way he has for the past six years: smirk on his face, books in his bag, and a knowledge in his heart that he is the smartest student standing within these castle walls.
After all, ever since stepping off the train of platform nine and three-quarters all those years ago, Park Jimin has never slipped below an O on his test grades, on his assignments, and overall grades in his classes. Six years have seen Park Jimin on a first name basis with all of his professors, every conversation plagued with his natural talent and natural inclination to do well on essays and exams. And none of them are overgeneralizations about Jimin either—if those aforementioned Outstanding marks on his report cards are anything to go off of. It's a good position to be in, one that Park Jimin acknowledges and is proud of. Why wouldn't he be? He's spent years buried in the library, combing through as many books as his mind would allow him to, using his knowledge to lead discussions and tests and basically set himself as one of brightest wizards in Hogwarts.
So, pair that intelligence with his charming smile and his highly capable social skills to last in plenty of social interactions—and you get Park Jimin. He's proud, smart, smug, and currently raising his hand. It's a normal sight for any student in Hogwarts who has the pleasure (or misfortune, or annoyance) of attending class with Park Jimin or attending class with the same house as Park Jimin. His quick-wit and fast processing brain earned him lots of points towards the Slytherin house. But for every point he earned Slytherin, he took away the opportunity for another house to earn points—hence, where the annoyance from his peers probably comes into play.
But Park Jimin doesn't care. He doesn't need to look out for anyone other than himself. That's why as soon as Professor Binns opened class with his usual first question: "Can anyone tell me what followed the Soap Blizzard of 1378?", he lifts his hand up.
He waits for Professor Binns to look up and call his name, as it usually goes. Jimin's usual plan, however, is halted when an unfamiliar voice sounds from the back of the classroom. "I believe it was the Wizarding Economic Bubble Burst, professor."
A different kind of silence takes over the classroom, one that is plagued with a weight of questions and surprise. Who was talking? Who would answer a question without raising their hand?
But above all: Who would try to overstep Park Jimin?
Jimin overcomes the momentary flood of confusion that pour through him as he lowers his hand. As soon as his hand is back on his desk, he follows what his peers are doing in turning around in his seat, to see who the voice belongs to. At the doorway stands a student Jimin has never seen in his life, dressed in what looks to be new Hogwarts robes. Behind you is Professor McGonagall, displaying no expression to give away who you are or what you're doing here.
You've got your hands in the pocket of your robes, head tilted to the side, looking as if answering Professor Binns question had required no extra mental effort, as if you had the answer ready on the tip of your tongue.
At your response, Professor Binns looks up from his podium. "You are correct. Normally, I require students wait to be called on first before answering my question. But you provided a full answer, which is impressive. Especially for an event that hasn't been covered for you students in a few years. But no matter. To what do I owe the pleasure, Professor McGonagall?"
"My apologies, Professor Binns," She says, holding up a slip of paper. "But we have a new transfer student—someone from the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." The professor directs her attention to the rest of the class. "I know we rarely get transfer students, especially so late in the student's life, so I expect you all to be welcoming to help Ms. Y/N get adjusted."
The room is immediately enveloped in a blanket of whispers. Professor McGonagall is right—it's not just rare to get transfer students, it's practically unheard of. Especially during a student's last year in school. The questions start coming up. Who are you? What type of situation are you in that would call for a transfer across the world? And again, the biggest question of all, how could you overstep Park Jimin?
Professor Binns stares at the two at the door for a moment longer, before he looks back down at the podium. "Very well. Ms. Y/N, was it? Take a seat. Contrary to my previous question, today's lecture isn't going to be about the Soap Blizzard, but it is a vaguely entertaining topic to engage in..."
He starts to drone on about something else. Maybe goblins or something? Park Jimin isn't very sure anymore. The only thing he's conscious of right now is the whispering exchanges between you and the professor. Professor McGonagall hands you the transfer papers. She asks you a few more questions before turning around and heading back down the hallway she had entered from. This leaves you alone in the doorway, lingering for a moment, before you start to move.
Even though Professor Binns is still going on about the topic for today, it's clear hardly anyone is paying attention. The weight of their gaze falls solely on you as you enter the classroom. You aren't doing anything to earn their attention, but questions about you largely outweighs any questions anyone might have about class.
People continue to watch as you brush behind Jimin's seat, before settling yourself in the only vacant chair in the classroom—a place that also so happens to be Jimin's desk partner. Jimin watches out of the corner of his eye as you settle yourself in, taking out your notebook, quill, and ink. He thinks about the possibility of you saying something to him—maybe an apology for answering a question he had already raised his hand for. Maybe an introduction. Maybe you would ask him how he knew about the Soap Blizzard. Yet, the longer the pair of you sit there, listening but not really listening to Professor Binns go on and on, the longer Jimin feels himself turn red with irritation. You remain quiet.
The class time goes a lot slower than Jimin is used to, as his mind is reeling too much with questions about his new desk partner to pay any attention to class material. It isn't until Professor Binns is dismissing the class in his usual deadpan tone, does Jimin turn to look at you.
He pastes on a friendly expression. "Hey there," He greets, just as you're screwing on the cap of your ink bottle. "That was really impressive when you knew the answer to the question at the beginning of class. Did you guys over at Ilvermorny just go over the Bubble Burst before you transferred?"
You do look over at Jimin this time, eying him up for a moment before you smile. "No, not really. We went over that shit the same time as you guys." You turn back to gathering your quill and ink. You flip your hair over your shoulder when it starts to get into your face. "I just have better memory than most."
Jimin blinks, having not expected such an answer from you. You didn't even thank him for the compliment, nevermind that you weren't giving him anything to make a conversation from.
You flash him one last glance before you straighten up from your seat, making your way to the front of the room. It's probably to ask Professor Binns about bringing you up to speed with any potential assignments or readings you need to fulfill in order to do well in the class. But just like with the whole encounter the pair of you experienced thus far, it further continues to rub Jimin the wrong way. As far as first impressions go, the one you leave behind is absolutely—!
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"Terrible," Jimin reports as he sits himself down in the courtyard, book bag thrown onto the ground and catching the attention of the other boys who are already situated around the area. He plops down next to Jungkook, running a hand through his hair and looking irritated enough that it halts any outside conversation that may have occurred before his appearance.
Namjoon raises an eyebrow at Jimin's arrival. "You doing okay there?"
Jimin gives a heavy sigh. "You should have been in class with me today. We have a new transfer student from the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and she is—!"
"A new student at this time of year?" Yoongi interrupts, already proving to be uninterested with the direction of the conversation as he's writing something down in his notebook. "During our last year?"
Jungkook perks up at the mention of 'new' and 'student'. "Is she cute?"
Hoseok giggles, elbowing the boy. "Trying to find someone who doesn't know what it's like to be fucked over by you, huh, JK?"
Jimin shrugs a shoulder, raising an arm into the air with the palm of his hand upturned, furrowing his eyebrows at the question. "I don't know. Our conversation didn't exactly highlight the charming aspects of her personality."
Namjoon whistles. "She must have really done something for you to be annoyed."
"She was just..." Jimin trails off, trying to find the right word to describe the current feeling setting with him. "She just—she answered Professor Binn's beginning of class question without raising her hand. She didn't even wait for Professor Binns to call on her! Can you believe that?"
There's a lapse of silence as his friends take a moment to take in Jimin's explanation of his day.
Jungkook is the first to realize that Jimin is finished, and is the first to speak up. "Is that it?"
Yoongi looks up from his notebook. "But you hardly ever wait for the professors to call your name."
"Hey!" Jimin calls, pointing a finger at the Head Boy. "Whose side are you on?"
"Yours, of course," Yoongi says, brushing the hair from his forehead. "But you seem to be upset for a minor reason. Even from my perspective, it doesn't seem like she did anything wrong. She knew the question, so she answered it."
Jimin pouts slightly. "Doesn't seem like you're on my side though! How can you say something like that? For a Head Boy, you're not good at paying attention to rules."
"Maybe participation is measured differently at Ilvermorny—you expect me to write up detention to someone because they broke rules they didn't even know existed in the first place?" Yoongi asks. The corner of his lips turn up. "I admit I can be a little harsh with giving out detentions, but the students I target have known about the Hogwarts rules their entire life. They should know better. The expectation on that transfer student is a little much, especially coming from you. Are you sure you're not just mad that someone who wasn't you got to show off?
Jimin glares. "Of course not," He protests, done in a way that is overly exaggerated and implies that he's definitely mad he didn't get to show off.
"Of course he is," Namjoon grumbles under his breath. "The spotlight is taken away from him for two seconds and he's already pouting like a baby."
"I'm not pouting," Jimin scowls. "I can't believe you guys aren't on my side. Someone answering a question before me is like someone catching a Golden Snitch before Jeon."
Jungkook shakes his head. "You trying to compare us or something, Park? Besides, a question given at the beginning of class is different from a whole Quidditch game. I guess it's more like someone doing better than me during Quidditch practices? I'm not at my best, just like how you aren't at your best during questions asked in class that, frankly, don't mean shit." He reaches into his bag and pulls out a piece of bread he had taken from the Great Hall earlier that morning. No one questions it. Jungkook is known to sneak snacks around. He takes a bite of the bread. "And just like how I'm at my best during Quidditch games, you're at your best when you're prepared and focused."
"Jungkook is right," Namjoon says, slinging an arm around Jungkook's shoulder. "So what if a transfer student gets one question right? You've gotten six years worth of questions correct. When the tests start coming around and the professors congratulate you on another high score, I think you'll realize how much you're overreacting." He holds up a finger when Jimin opens his mouth. "You are, but that's fine."
Jimin sighs. "Okay, okay, you're right. It was just one question. It's not that big of a deal. You're right. I'm fine."
His friends exchange glances, but Jimin pretends he doesn't see them because he's too busy trying to engrave the previous reassurances into his mind. He was totally fine. He could brush past this minor irritation. It's not like other students never got to answer questions delivered by a professor over his student career, because they had. This was just another person, and you are just another student—a new student, but a student nonetheless. In a few weeks, you'll just become someone he'll pass by in the hallway.
The mental note that in the long run, your small interaction would become a hazy memory, relaxes Jimin. After all, it's not a big deal. It was fine.
Spoiler alert: It was not fine.
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Rumors have a habit of flying around Hogwarts quickly. After all, when students are more-or-less trapped in a castle for nine months of a year, the amount of entertainment available becomes limited to homework, friends, a handful of outdoor activities, and participating in the creation and distribution of gossip. Kim Namjoon knows all about gossip—he's part of the foundation that creates that business.
And it's all driving Park Jimin crazy, not because of the act of gossip itself, but because the rumors are circling around an individual he thought would have been pushed to the backburner by now. That individual, as could be guessed, is you. And he can't believe it.
In all honesty, he should have known better. A student from the Ilvermorny school comes in during the final year, answers a question seamlessly right off the bat, and makes no attempts to befriend any students. What kind of person wouldn't be curious about that?
The answer is no one. Everyone is curious about you, and it shows.
After all, it just takes one week for everyone to know about your quick response to Professor Binns question, and even less time for assumptions about your education level to come into discussion.
"I hear she was the top student at Ilvermorny," Namjoon says by way of greeting as he slides across from Jimin in the library.
Jimin barely looks up from his textbook. "And that's supposed to make me feel better because...?" He trails off.
Namjoon blinks. "It wasn't."
Jimin scowls. "Fuck off."
It's hard to pretend someone doesn't exist when their mere presence can cause so much discussion and debate. Besides, he already had an inkling that you weren't just any normal student from Ilvermorny. Your knowledge of the material being taught in class has shed a light to two things: one, it highlights your ability to retain topics from years ago and two, it shows how quickly you can follow your professors advice on readings or essays needed in order to be up to date with the curriculum.
Conclusion: you are smart. Really smart, actually. Smart enough to be the top student at Ilvermorny. And the seeming lack of effort on your end to accomplish so much with little work is what Jimin realizes is the most irritating aspect of this whole thing. That may have slid by at Ilvermorny, but this is different. Because you being the top student at Ilvermorny is equivalent to Jimin being the top student at Hogwarts. And if you took over his spot, where would that leave Jimin? The second best student at Hogwarts?
Yeah, he doesn't think so.
The feelings only dig themselves in deeper when the first few weeks pass and test dates start being scheduled, announced, and distributed. Jimin studies the way he has for years: he buries himself in his notebooks and holes up in the library for as long as physically possible. He smiles at some pretty girls that walk by, that park themselves in a table just a few rows down from his own. They giggle at the smiles he sends and the glances he steals with them. He doesn't start a conversation with any of those girls, however, he continues to keep to himself as he rummages through his notes to stay on top of his study schedule.
After a few minutes of organizing and filling out study guides, Jimin realizes that there is a question he hadn't taken note of during his previous classes. With a sigh, he straightens up out of his desk, heading towards the aisle filled with Charms textbooks. His eyes narrow on the spines of the books, already having a vivid image in his mind of what he was looking for.
His fingers reach out, hovering, until a movement next to the corner of his eye stops him. He lowers his hand, and glares. "I'm a little surprised to see you here," He notes by way of greeting.
You give Jimin a smile with no teeth. "Is that anyway to speak to your seat partner, Park Jimin?"
"I was just making an observation." He frowns. "What are you doing here?"
You don't comment about him answering your question with a question. After all, this kind of conversation is a normal occurrence between the two of you—as it has been ever since your first encounter.
"Just grabbing a book," You say, reaching into the shelf and sliding out a copy of an advanced seventh year Charms textbook. "Those bonus questions on the charms study guide are a real bitch, am I right?"
He stares at you. "I can't say for sure. I haven't gotten there yet."
"Wow." You grin. "And I thought you were one of the smart ones, Park Jimin." You bring the book to your chest. "I should get back to my seat."
He hums, about to let you slip past his fingers, but a thought stops him. "Hey," He calls out, watching as you turn back around. Your eyes study him—gaze observant and unwavering.
His own eyes momentarily flicker down below your face. From the collar of your school shirt to your waist, to the line where the fabric of your skirt meets the skin of your leg. He swallows, dragging his eyes back up to you. You raise an eyebrow, a corner of your lips turning up, as if you know what he's thinking. "Yes?" You ask, making yourself comfortable again against the shelf.
"Listen," He starts, trying to mentally form his words. "I know you're new, so I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt. But ranking first on tests and grades is sort of my thing. I've been here since I turned eleven, so I think as a newcomer you should learn your place now before rumors get spread and your life here as a student gets very complicated."
You huff in disbelief, taking a step towards him. "Is that a threat, Park Jimin?"
"It's whatever you want it to be," He returns.
You're standing at an arm's length away from him. "I don't know what kind of game you think you're trying to play. Trying to enforce something that only benefits you, because it seems like you can't handle when someone is smarter than you are." You smile again, no teeth. "I'm not scared of you. You think I give a fuck about what your little gang of friends have to spread about me? Yeah, I know about your group. If you think bullshit like that is going to stop me from doing my best, then you better start doing some actual research about me. I think you're in over your head. I was the best at my school, so don't think I don't have what it takes to be the best here."
Jimin remains unwavering, choosing to keep his gaze on you. "We'll see about that."
You raise an eyebrow at the challenge, looking amused rather than annoyed. For a moment, neither of you say anything. Your gaze switches between his eyes.
And down at his lips.
They flash back up just as fast as they had looked down.
Your tongue quickly darts across your lower lip. "I guess we will," You say, taking a step back. "I'll see you around, Park Jimin."
His gaze trails down your backside as you leave.
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The Charms exam is the first test of Jimin's final year at Hogwarts, and he goes in with high expectations for himself—as he always does. He answers all the questions, recalling them from the study guides or various readings he had done in preparation. All in all, it's a regular Charms exam in all its short answers and detailed explanations, but one he has full confidence in doing the best in once again.
So imagine his surprise when Professor Flitwick stops in front of your desk, produces your test from the collection in his arms, and utters the following words: "Congratulations to Ms. Y/N for making the top score in the class. She went above and beyond for all the questions, including the extra credit, and is therefore very well deserving of her Outstanding score!" He claps. "Yes, yes, very good Ms. Y/N! Keep up the good work!"
You smile, looking down at your practically unmarked test, taking in the O at the top of the paper.
The way you slide your eyes towards Park Jimin does not go unnoticed by him, who looks down at his own test. There is a single mark on his test, a -½ at the top, with points marked off from one of his last extra credit questions. Missing a half mark on a test isn't unheard of with a Charms exam, which can be long and tedious and requires thorough paragraph-length responses.
However, Park Jimin not scoring the highest score in the class is unheard of.
And now you know it, as the students looking around the classroom is anything to go off on. You are not looking at the students around you. You are looking right at Park Jimin, with the corner of your lips turned up, a look of pride written all across your face.
He doesn't know what he's going to do next, but maybe he'll try to take a note from Jung Hoseok's book about putting a damper on someone's day—he wonders if you like hiccough sweet in your morning tea.
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Park Jimin never gets to find out if you like hiccough sweet in your morning tea, because he gets called into Professor McGonagall's office before he can figure out the best way to give you a taste of how rough he could make your life.
Not only does he get called into the Headmistress' office, he gets called in with you.
He sees you about to pull open the office door, and cannot seem to help his impatience. He rushes towards you, brushing past you in an attempt to reach the handle first. "Excuse me sweetheart, I have an appointment with Professor McGonagall so if you could let me go ahead, I'd appreciate it..."
You move forward to block him from opening the door. You give him an eyebrow raise, thoroughly unimpressed. "Sweetheart?" You inquire, referring to his nickname.
He blinks. Normally, his peers would be flustered at being cornered in such a way and he cannot help his further frustration—because just what is your problem? Do you not have any weaknesses?
Since people are usually flustered following his whole 'sweetheart' role, he doesn't know how to respond to someone who isn't flustered by his role. Which, in turn, leaves him slightly flustered. "Well..." He starts.
You scoff, rolling your eyes. "I have a name, Park Jimin, and I'd appreciate it if you called me that instead of whatever bullshit you think I'll bend over for."
"Duly noted," He grumbles, deciding to let you have this one. "I wasn't trying to be difficult though, sweet—Y/N." He corrects himself upon seeing your glare. If he thought you weren't serious with your threats, he definitely doesn't think that now. The glare you give him makes him wonder if maybe you'll slip hiccough sweet into his morning tea. "I do have an appointment with Professor McGonagall right now."
That makes you furrow your eyebrows, but not in a way that's directed at him. "Huh," You say, mostly to yourself. "I do too. That's weird. Does she want to see both of us at the same time?"
Jimin crosses his arms over his chest. "Why are you asking me? I'm just here to get this meeting over with."
"So am I, I'm just trying to figure out what this means! Don't be an ass about this," You snap back. You swear you're about to go for the neck before the office door opens of its own accord.
"Y/N! Jimin! Please come in." It's Professor McGonagall.
You sharply turn to Jimin. "Great, she heard your squawking."
Jimin glares at you. "You're the one who's talking about bending over for me!"
You flush deeply at that. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Y/N? Jimin?" Professor McGonagall appears at the office door. "You may come in, that's why I opened the door for you."
"P-Professor," You say, stammering slightly and Jimin blinks at the sight—having never seen you look nervous before. "Whatever you heard outside, it's not a reflection of our actual conversations..."
"As if we ever have any actual conversations," Jimin grumbles under his breath, and you give him a look that could cut glass.
Before you can continue, the professor holds up a hand. "I just happened to open the door because it's the time both of you should be here for your meeting anyways." She shifts her gaze between the two of you. "Regardless of who is offering to bend over for whom."
Even Jimin has to admit the hotness on his cheeks. Neither of you say anything to that, although you kick Jimin in the shin before entering the office. The pair of you are gestured to take a seat in front of Professor McGonagall's desk.
"I do apologize for the last minute call," She says as she laces her fingers together and places them on the desk. "But an assignment has come up that requires attention from both of you. It's something that the top senior students are asked to do every year, but I wanted to make sure Y/N got adjusted before assigning her with a new project."
"Forgive my bluntness, professor," Jimin speaks, hands on his lap. "But is asking the transfer student really necessary for what project you have for me? Since I'm the top student, I'm sure I can shoulder this by myself—!"
"The project requires the top male and female student," Professor McGonagall interrupts carefully, but she's giving Jimin a look. "And since Y/N was the top student at Ilvermorny, her involvement in the project was requested by a member of the Ministry."
Jimin notices the way you stiffen at that—he sees it in the tightness of your jaw, the way you sit a little straighter. The scoff overpower his curiosity, seeing your reaction as nothing more than a student trying to land a job with the aforementioned Ministry of Magic, and he hates it.
Neither you nor Professor McGonagall comment on his reaction, you just nod at her words with the kind of eyes that say you know exactly which member she's referring to. Jimin decides not to ponder too deeply over it regardless. Any question, sarcastic or not, would not be received well by you.
"And what exactly is the project about, professor?" You ask after a moment.
Professor McGonagall readies herself at that. "It's a project created by the Ministry of Magic," She starts. "The project basically asks the top two students at Hogwarts to present a report about their time at the school—anything you two may have learned, from your classes to the extra curricular activities you might have enjoyed. We like to keep a good relationship with the Ministry of Magic, mainly to maintain career opportunities and internships open to the students here. The Ministry also likes to learn about what we're teaching to either help fund programs and also keep other schools up to date with curriculum. Of course, the students who complete the project are allowed to opt out of their NEWT exams and are offered careers for those specific NEWTS. The project is given as an incentive for the top students to take advantage of the opportunity to jump start their careers—it's also meant to serve as a reward for working so hard."
"So, we have to..." Jimin trails off, looking at you. "Work together?"
"Yes, Mr. Park," Professor McGonagall says. "The two of you will need to work together to come up with something cohesive, and professional. Y/N is still getting adjusted to life at Hogwarts, so I'm sure you'll do well in showing her around the castle."
"Yeah, Mr. Park," You add in, wearing a smile across your lips. "Guess this means you have to accept me as your equal, huh?"
"When would we have to give this presentation?" Jimin cuts in, ignoring you completely and seeing the way you exhale through your nose in amusement.
"It's after the fall quarter," The professor answers, eyes flickering between the two of you. "If there's any problems that come up, or if either of you have any questions—I am available to answer them. Although I hope you both will be able to sort through most problems, like adults."
"I'm sure Mr. Park and I can figure something out," You say, voice sugar sweet and eyes bright with attention. There's a teasing tone, something you always seem to have during your encounters with Jimin. The boy merely sighs, mostly to himself, with the knowledge that this is something that has been handed to him. And therefore, it's something he cannot outsmart.
"Wonderful," Professor McGonagall replies, looking relieved. "You both may go if you don't have any further questions."
You straighten up, bowing to the professor, and purposely allowing your skirt to brush Jimin's arm as you leave the room. His jaw sets further, because he could have sworn the skin of your leg touched his shoulder and the thought only annoys him more. Did you have to be such a brat—?
"Do you have anymore concerns, Mr. Park?" Professor McGonagall asks, beady eyes looking right through him. She seems to be challenging him. The Headmistress is, after all, no stranger to Jimin's constant hustle to be the top student at the school. Jimin wonders if his nerves and him feeling threatened by a new student is showing. If it is, she doesn't say anything.
Jimin slowly gets up out of his chair. "No, professor," He says, tilting his head slightly. "No concerns, no problems."
"Alright, well, you better get going," Professor McGonagall says, picking up her quill. "I assume you have meetings to arrange with Y/N."
Jimin doesn't say anything to that. He just watches the professor for a second longer before turning around and exiting the same way he had entered. A lot of thoughts enter his mind in that moment, mainly thoughts circling around what in the ever fuck was he going to do about being confined to working with someone he honestly could not stand—!
"Just to let you know, I'm just as excited about this project as you are."
He stops short, lingering just outside the door to the office. "What are you doing?"
You uncross your arms, remove yourself from your position against the wall. "I'm just expressing my excitement for this assignment."
"You're sticking around just to spite me."
"Contrary to popular belief, not everything is about you. You're just upset because you have to acknowledge that I'm smart enough to challenge you. Not only that, but smart enough to warrant a request for someone at the Ministry of Magic," You say. "But that's okay. I don't need your acknowledgment—I've been doing fine all on my own."
He turns to look at you. "Hey, what was all that bullshit about being requested anyways?"
You readjust the bag at your shoulder. "Hm, let me see... oh yeah. It's none of your business."
"Does that specific member at the Ministry have something to do with your transfer?"
You meet his gaze, eyes narrowing. "What part of 'it's none of your business' do you not understand?"
"Oh, I understand it completely." He takes a step towards you, hands in his pocket. "Since, you know, you're all excited about us working together, I think the least you can do is give me some answers so I have a good idea of who I'm working with."
You eye him up. "This is a presentation, Park Jimin, not a date."
"What's not a date?" Kim Taehyung slides up to the pair of you. He looks between the two of you glaring at each other. "Hold on, is that code for something? Are you guys planning a rendezvous? Either way, this is a really weird way to flirt..."
"We're not flirting," Jimin cuts in, sighing again when he seems to process who is next to him. He runs a hand through his hair. "What are you doing here?"
Taehyung blinks. "I saw you and thought I'd say hello. If I had known I'd be walking into this very angry form of eye-fucking then I'd—!"
"Do you have selective hearing?" You cut in. "Your friend already said we weren't flirting. Which is true, we definitely aren't."
Taehyung looks at you, seeming to realize who you are right off the bat. This is probably because Taehyung is popular and charming and generally knows all the students who reside in this castle. Not being able to identify you gives him an exact answer to your name. "Hey, you're—!"
"Leaving." You turn around. Damn you, for twirling in a way that makes your skirt spin around. And damn Jimin, for watching that.
"... the new girl," Taehyung says to nobody, voice lowering considerably as soon as you gave both boys your back. Knowing he won't get his answer from you, he turns to Jimin. "That was the new girl, right?"
"Yes, Taehyung," Jimin answers. "That was the new girl. And my life is officially over."
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Jimin hadn't been exaggerating when he delivered the news to Taehyung. The universe setting you and Jimin up to be partners on an assignment that circled around being on the same page and constructing something cohesive? That in itself, especially with two individuals with such strong opinions, is just a recipe for disaster.
To be fair, the first meeting you and Jimin have isn't a disaster.
Not immediately, at least.
"For the last time," You say, rubbing at your temples. "We're not going to do a presentation about your study habits and the grades you've received since your first year. Actually, not only are we not going to do that, I refuse to follow along in something that stupid."
Jimin feigns an innocent pout. "But the assignment is to talk about our experience at Hogwarts—and I really think my own history is the only thing we can go off of! And my experience is getting good grades, so it seems like the shoe fits pretty well on that one."
"Because you have nothing else better to talk about," You grumble underneath your breath, straightening up and leaning back slightly when Jimin turns to glare at you. You hold up your hands in mock defense.
"Ha, ha, very funny. At least I would have something to talk about. You've been at Hogwarts for, what, a few weeks? What would you talk about? Interrupting class lectures and bending over for the smartest student at school, like what's that about—?"
The flat of your palm goes straight for his collarbone. "Will you shut up about that?" You hiss.
"Ouch!" Jimin whines, running his own hand over the place you hit him. "What the fuck—!"
"Excuse me," Madam Pince interjects from behind both of you. "Mr. Park, I'm surprised that I need to remind you of all people that the library is not a place for noise!"
Jimin winces. "Sorry Madam Pince." He waits until aforementioned Madam Pince is out of earshot before whipping back around to face you. "Nice going, fucker. You're lucky I'm not a mean person otherwise I'd make your life a living hell for that stunt."
"'I'm not a mean person' he says," You quote. "While he yells at me and calls me a fucker."
Jimin leans forward to rest his head into the palm of his hands. "We're never going to get anything done, are we?"
"And, by the way, what is your obsession with talking about me bending over for you?" You bring up, shoving one of your textbooks out of the way. You are able to turn more comfortably this time, resting your elbow on the table with your body facing towards Jimin. "You like watching people squirm or something?"
At that, he peeks out through the gaps of his fingers to look at you. Immediately, his eyes land on your bare knees, where your skirt probably would have been had you not been moving around previously in a way that caused the fabric to rise up. The fabric is now at your thigh, with your legs spread enough due to your quick movements. His eyes flicker down to the junction, darkened by the shadow casted by your skirt, leaving enough to the imagination.
He shuts his eyes, the previous flickers undetectable because of his hands blocking the way, but he cannot help the racing of his heart. He feels as if he just did something risky, thrilling, dirty.
Although who is he kidding. He did, in fact, do something risky, thrilling, and dirty all in one subtle glance. The knowledge of this only frustrates him further. Did you position your legs like that on purpose? Did you know that he would notice—just as he's noticed you since your very first day in class? Today, though, it feels different. Beyond just the normal bounds of frustration, there's a curiosity. More than curiosity, there's a flashing image behind his eyes.
One of what it would feel like to have your thighs around his waist.
There's a twitch between his legs.
"Not just anyone," He returns instead.
You're looking at him, legs still parted. "You wanna give me an idea of what that's like, Park Jimin?"
Jimin continues to look at you, taking in your amused, curious, serious expression and the realization pings through his mind. You are doing this on purpose. You're trying to test him, mess with him, and you are enjoying it—as you have been since he threatened you in the library. Just as you've done with staring at his mouth, when you brushed the hem of your skirt over his arm, and especially now. You aren't stupid. You've seen his lingering eyes in the same way he's noticed yours. You're trying to see how far you can push him before he snaps.
He decides to ignore the fleeting distraction between his legs as he turns back to the opened textbook on his desk. "Unfortunately for you, you don't fall in that category. Your curiosity is cute, though."
"Hm." You hum, finally turning back towards the desk and finally closing your legs and finally removing the distraction from his line of sight. "That's a pity."
He shrugs. "Since it seems like you do enjoy the thought of squirming around for me, maybe stay out of my way and I'll consider showing you what that could be about."
You actually laugh at that, a soft sound—appropriate, considering both of you were in a library, but something almost... whimsy? And pretty? What was happening?
At that, Jimin cannot help his own exhale of air, as he looks at you with eyebrows furrowed. "What's so funny?"
You hum again, shrugging as you pull your school bag forward to stuff it with parchment and books. "Oh, nothing." You straighten out of the seat, shouldering your bag. "You just admitted that I'm in your way. And that's exactly where I intend to stay."
He flickers his gaze down to your bag. "Hold on, where do you think you're going? We still have a whole presentation to draft."
"Oh, I'm just doing some extra credit for Professor Binns," You answer. "Besides, we basically have a whole fall quarter to work on it. Besides, your ideas aren't exactly thought-provoking as they are. More than that, they suck. Come up with something better."
"What, so it's my job to come up with the different topics we'll have to cover?" Jimin huffs.
You give him a vaguely surprised look. "You're the one who said you were the only one with relevant ideas." You glance down at your watch. "Listen, I really have to go. Come up with something better. Or ask me for my opinion next time and actually be willing to listen to it." You deliver a sickly sweet smile, one that he wishes to wipe off. Maybe with some harsh words.
Or maybe his mouth—!
He tells himself it's not creepy to watch your hips sway side to side as you leave the library.
Once you are gone, this leaves Jimin by himself, surrounded by people but alone in his thoughts. The banter has left him with a racing heart and, quite frankly, a semi in his slacks that he doesn't think is going away anytime soon. Everytime he thinks he has a handle on what just happened, he gets a flash of your skirt or your lips or your hips and the memory of you being an absolute fucking brat—and that feeling comes back.
That feeling is one of pure frustration, a desire to just shove you against a wall, to see if he could swallow up all those words that do such a good job of riling him up.
He grits his teeth before moving to collect his own items of books and paperwork. Stuffing them into his bag, he begins to exit the library, hoping that each step he took would be a step away from that terrible idea. He couldn't let you win—he couldn't let you get to him.
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The second meeting he has with you couldn't entirely be defined as an actual meeting. But it's an encounter, and it involves a conversation about the project—which fits the requirements of what a meeting technically could entail.
It happens a week after the first meeting, of seeing each other in classes but both of you making an active attempt to ignore each other. Both doing it for different reasons, but doing it nonetheless.
However, this changes when Jimin gets an idea for the project that he knows he needs to run by you. Assuming you don't bark at him for lacking originality and assuming he could get through a proper interaction without shoving you against the wall. That latter thought has been getting increasingly more difficult as the week dragged on. You, with your stupid mini skirts and tucked in button-ups, your stupider display of legs that has piqued his interest more than any other member of the female population prior—a feat that is unbelievably stupid given that legs in itself isn't a novel thing—along with your even stupidest strut down the hallways. Whether those things have been intentional or not, he honestly feels as if one wrong move could crack this facade he's spent the week putting together.
He decides to pursue you after the shared Muggle Studies class you have together, when you're out in the hallway and he's following close behind. He doesn't know your next destination, assuming you have one—because honestly, it's been a few weeks since your official enrollment and he has yet to see you with a group of friends.
Instead, he elects to just ignore that internal question, and make his way towards you.
He matches stride with you. "Hear me out."
You groan immediately. "Haven't I heard enough of you already?"
That is true. The lesson in Muggle Studies had involved watching and talking about a muggle film and, naturally, Jimin had a lot to say.
Jimin grins. "Are you saying that none of my discussions were enticing enough for you, sweetheart?"
You glare at him. "What did I say about the sweetheart thing?"
You had warned him plenty. However, it's worth seeing the angry flush along your cheeks. He tries at an answer too. "That you would bend over for me if I kept calling you by it?"
Your eyes narrow. "I'd choose your next words carefully, Park Jimin."
"So serious," He remarks, tearing his gaze from you.
You sigh. "Anyways, what are you even doing right now? Talking to me once a week to pick a fight seems desperate, especially for you."
"I'm not trying to pick a fight—!" He cuts himself off. "I really did have a reason for catching up to you." He stills. He really did forget what he had approached you for. "Shit, okay, give me a second."
"Don't hurt yourself."
He ignores you. "Oh! Right! For the project. Actually here, let's talk somewhere else." Without a warning, he grabs your arm and practically drags you into one of the empty classrooms. It's a room for astronomy labs—an open-spaced classroom with a high ceiling in case Professor Sinistra needed to recreate certain astronomical events not available during specific quarters or times of day. The ceiling is a navy color, dusted with tiny stars and constellations at the top, and rows of desks and empty seats around.
You and Jimin settle yourselves near the front of the classroom—close to the door but not close enough where a wrong move would send you out into the hallway.
When Jimin closes the door, you're still watching him warily with arms over your chest. "Is your idea that good that you have to pull me into an empty classroom for it?"
"Well, I'm just saving you the embarrassment in case my idea happens to be good, you start cheering me on."
You sigh. "Well, try me then, Park Jimin."
"Alright," He starts. "I hear you when you tell me just talking about my grades isn't enough."
"I didn't say it wasn't enough, I said that idea was dumb as shit—!"
He ignores you again. "So how about we talk about different aspects of Hogwarts. We can talk about things like the classes, Quidditch, spell-casting, the newspaper, and the role of the Head Boy."
You do actually ponder this for a moment, but you're extremely observant. He knows immediately that you're about to spit something from the way you narrow your eyebrows. "Why be so specific? And what am I supposed to talk about from that limited pool of topics?"
He gives you a straightforward look. "I thought we already established that you would have nothing to talk about."
You raise your eyebrows. "I didn't think you were serious about that."
"Well, as you should know sweetheart, I'm very serious all of the time."
"Are you fucking stupid?" You're glaring now. "Do you not remember Professor McGonagall telling us that this was a team project? We have to work together. If the Ministry comes to the realization that, no, we did not put together a cohesive presentation highlighting our own personal journeys and no, contrary to your pea brain, the presentation should never have centered around you in the first place, we're going to be in deep shit. Professor McGonagall will probably have us shunned for the rest of the school year, we'll definitely lose that internship opportunity with the Ministry and my father would—!" You cut yourself off immediately, wide-eyed at your own slip of the mouth.
Jimin raises an eyebrow at that. What does your father have to do with acing the presentation at the Ministry? The realization hits him pretty quick at that. "Oh, okay I see. So daddy was the one who requested your involvement on this team—?"
Your eyes, once wide with emotion and tinged with vaguely defined fear, harden. "How about you mind your own business and not resort to asking really inappropriate questions about my family life?" You snap.
"Woah, alright, I'll stop," Jimin interjects, raising both hands up. "If this is what I get for trying to be your friend."
"For the last time," You grit between your teeth, stepping closer to him, getting all up in his face and completely distracting him with the wash of lavender that overcomes his nostrils. There's that delicious flush along your cheeks once again. "We are not friends. And don't hold your breath because we'll never be friends. I would never associate myself with anyone at this school, much less a vile, arrogant, disrespectful, terribly overrated individual like you—!"
Jimin doesn't have an explanation for what he does next. He almost doesn't even have control over his actions, like his body has a mind of his mind. One moment, he's staring at you, far enough to still see your entire face but close enough to see the fire in your eyes.
And then the next moment, his eyes are closed and there's something soft and warm against his lips. He's kissing you.
The following seconds feel like minutes or hours, ticking slowly in contrast to Jimin's thrumming heart. His fingers curl around something soft and textured: your hair. His lips, on his own unawareness, are moving frantically against yours—either to get his frustration out or get you to respond, he isn't too sure.
It isn't until his tongue pushes against your lips that he hears a whimper from the back of your throat that stirs up his insides like nothing else you've done to him before. He feels your fingers at the back of his neck, in his hair, nails digging into the skin, all before you part your lips. His boldness increases at the gesture, pressing harder against you.
The weight of him makes you take steps back, until both of you are moving about the classroom completely unaware of your surroundings. But Jimin doesn't care, hardly even notices that you're backing up. Every step you take back is matched with a step forward by him as he continues his attack on your mouth.
That is, until you hit one of the desks and the legs of the table scrap against the floor. The noise is like a bell that sets off in Jimin's head. It goes off in your mind as well, actually, because you're both quick to separate and push each other off. You stare at each other, wide-eyed and face flushed for entirely different reasons in comparison to a few seconds ago. Your lips are a deeper shade of red, and wet, and you look shocked. The expression is so opposite of the usual stern and stark that paints your face, so you appear surprisingly vulnerable.
For a moment, neither of you say anything. You simply stand there, taking in each other, as Jimin asks himself the same question over and over again. What the fuck just happened?
Unable to conjure up an answer to that, Jimin draws in a shaky breath. "Don't tell anyone about this," He whispers, immediately turning around and shoving open the door to the classroom and letting it slam shut behind him. He doesn't look back, refuses to picture your expression in his mind because picturing it would make him second guess his decision.
Instead, he maintains his quick pace down the hallway, ignoring the calls of his name by peers and friends. His gaze is hyper focused on being somewhere other than here. So much so that he ends up shouldering his way into the boy's bathroom, pacing past the row of toilet doors until he reaches the sinks and mirrors along the edge. He goes to one of the sinks as his palms come up to grip both sides of the sink. His eyes flint up, gazing at his reflection and taking it all in: from the flush of his own cheeks, the deeper red tint of his lips, the craze look in his eyes—like he wants more. Like he wanted more of you.
With a scoff, he rips his gaze away from the mirror and instead turns around to lean against the edge of the sink.
It's not like he's never kissed girls before. He has. Just never anyone who makes him as annoyed as you make him. This type of dynamic is new and involves unsure elements, a new game that he doesn't know how to play.
Apparently, it's one you don't know how to play either.
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It's another three weeks of awkward stares, no eye contact, and one of you dashing out of classrooms first to avoid having to see each other in the hallway, until Professor McGonagall calls you back into her office. The space is naturally very reminiscent of the first meeting the three of you had together, but the tone is weighed down by tension and the obvious fact that you and Jimin are avoiding each other and have been avoiding each other for weeks.
The fact that the two of you refuse to look at each other is the first sign of this emotional conflict. Pair that with the lack of snappy banter, and all that contributes to the raised eyebrow Professor McGonagall gives both of you.
You look at Jimin out of the corner of your eye and seem to come to the conclusion that he isn't going to participate. Which you are right, he has no intention of opening his mouth.
"Is something the matter, Professor?"
"I just thought I would have a little meeting to touch base with the both of you," Professor McGonagall answers, shifting her gaze thoughtfully between you and Jimin. "I was seeing you hold meetings in the library on a few occasions, but there's been an absence of that recently. During classes, I notice that neither of you engage in discussion and one of you is always the first to leave the room. Has there been a conflict of interest going on regarding the project?"
Jimin exhales a breath, wondering if you were going to spill the beans. Not explicitly, but you'll probably start talking about how recent developments made you feel too nervous or too cautious to continue working with him—that you'd rather stop, or that you'd rather have Jimin step down. The kiss had been his fault, after all.
You take a few seconds to come up with your answer. "We were having some disagreements about the direction of the project," You say at last, saying the words slowly and carefully and surprising Jimin. "So we haven't talked for a little while, I think we just needed to collect our thoughts and come up with individual ideas, and then actually meet up and discuss rather than trying to grow something together."
Professor McGonagall nods at that. "I understand. Well, if that's the case. It seems the only advice I could give you both is to work through your problems. In other words, figure it out. There's a lot riding on this project."
The pair of you are then dismissed with a finality in her words. A warning.
Unlike previous interactions like sharing class together or running into one another in the halls, neither of you make a move to separate to run away. You linger near each other, awkward still, knowing that you both need to make amends and move past the incident but not sure how to do so.
"We should probably talk about this," You say after a moment. You aren't looking at him.
Jimin thinks about this. He sighs. "You're right. I know a spot we can talk." Turning around, he starts down the hallway. Your shoes echo against the castle walls, the high ceilings and long hallways that twist and turn. It's much later into the night—the dinner crowd has dispersed back to respected common rooms or to the library for last minute studies. As a result, most of the hallways are devoid of students. The hallway routes around Professor McGonagall's office are even more empty, given that a lot of classes are not in this corner of the castle and most places don't invite loiters.
Jimin continues past closed doors, tall stained glass windows that bring in the moonlight. There's a silence between you, not as awkward as it had been, but definitely filled with a veil of tension and lots of unanswered questions.
Finally, Jimin stops at a door not unlike the several other doors the pair of you had passed in your quest to get here. You're about to ask what he's doing and where he's leading you and if he plans to kidnap you—because this kind of location in this kind of space would be perfect—before he's muttering a password under his breath and opening the door. He keeps it open for you to enter the space first.
It's a small classroom, only big enough to house a whiteboard at the end of the room, a long table right in front of the board, and a few desks in the middle for students. There's a long window along the other side of the wall, and curtains draped in front of the glass.
You turn to look at him. This place is too suspiciously perfect for private conversations. "What is this place?"
"It's a space for the Head Boy," Jimin explains, closing the door behind him. "It kind of doubles as a private study and a place for Yoongi to run detentions. But he lets me come here sometimes when I need more privacy."
"So not only do you have professors up your ass, but the school's Head Boy too?" You ask, whirling around to give him a judgmental glance.
"Don't come in here just to insult me," Jimin snaps back. "You're pretty dead set on putting up walls; that doesn't mean I'm not either. So, not that it's any of your business, but I've been friends with Yoongi for years. No ass kissing in that."
You stare at him for a moment longer before turning back to look at the room. "You're right."
He figures it's the best apology he'll get from you.
"Alright," He says after a moment. He watches the way you turn around to face him. "I'm just gonna put this out here, because we need to get our shit together. I do apologize for kissing you. It was rash and inappropriate. If you want me to step down from the project, I'll understand."
You raise an eyebrow at him. "By you understanding, does that mean you would step down?"
Jimin stares at you. "Well, I mean, no, but it would be more of an incentive to talk about this."
"Of course," You grumble, running a hand through your head. "Well, you're in luck. I have no intention in asking you to step down from the project. I might even go as far to say that I think you're mildly attractive, which is why I didn't have a problem with you doing that."
"Well, that's good to hear. I think you're vaguely attractive too."
You nod. "Always reassuring to hear it like that."
"But see, this is good. We're getting this out here," Jimin says, gesturing between the two of you. "I kissed you because of this tension between us, but because it ended abruptly that tension never got any closure. We're still in this limbo phase."
You keep your gaze on Jimin. You seem to be pondering his words. Somehow, he's able to tell that you're not entirely turned off by his conclusion—probably because you're still standing close enough to him that your Hogwarts ropes were touching. "You make a good point."
"Mm, well of course I do," He says, keeping his gaze on you. "I'm Park Jimin."
You wrinkle your nose at that. "Don't flatter yourself."
He smirks, still looking at you, and shrugs a shoulder. "I should be able to flatter myself a little. I kissed you, didn't get snapped out by you, so I'd consider it a worthy endeavor."
"Well, you shouldn't waste your breath just yet," You interrupt, voice growing progressively softer given the proximity. "I'm not sure if that should really count as a kiss considering the inappropriate and abrupt nature of it all."
At that, Jimin turns hot. "I already apologized for that."
You smile, a mere curl of your lips, as your hands find their place on his shoulders. At the gesture, his hands automatically go to your waist—a natural place, given the memory of the last time you had your hands around his neck. "And how about you ask to kiss me the way a normal person who is attracted to another person would ask—?"
Your voice cuts off when Jimin shoves you even closer to him, bodies pressed against one another. "You really know how to be a brat, don't you?"
Your smile widens. You lean towards him, nose brushing against his. "I don't see you asking, Park Jimin—!"
He shuts you up by slamming his lips against yours. Fingers curl around the back of your neck to keep you in place. He kisses you roughly, lips pushing against yours and sucking the air from your lungs. He pulls away moments later, lips still brushing against one another, heavy breathing filling his ears. "For someone claiming I needed permission to kiss you, you definitely know how to keep your mouth shut to help me get what I want."
You groan. "You really have to have the last word in everything, don't you?"
"Not true."
You sigh, digging your nails into the nape of his neck. You kiss him this time, parting your lips right away as Jimin becomes distracted with sliding his tongue into your mouth. His desire for control comes up again, stepping forward and continuing to move with every step backwards you take.
Hitting the teacher's desk at the front of the room is so unlike the last time. The scrap of the metal against the floor had awoken Jimin from the reality of what could have happened—but now it heightens his senses, leaves his heart racing because he knows what will happen next and he desires nothing more.
Eyes still closed, he uses his hand to leave your waist and feel down the length of your skirt. He confirms that he's reached the hem by tugging at the end of the fabric. "I hate this thing," He growls. "You're always making it sway when you walk, always drawing attention to this damn piece of clothing."
You smirk against his lips. "I made you look, though..." You trail off, voice pitching into a sigh when Jimin pulls away from your mouth. Immediately, he kisses at your jawline, down your neck. "Jimin—ee!" You squeal as Jimin's hands go from on top of your skirt to underneath, fingers dancing up your bare thigh. "I thought you were going to fuck me."
The actual four letter word makes Jimin groan, makes his blood boil, makes his slacks feel a little tighter. "What happened to asking?"
"Oh, because you were so good at that—!" You choke, the breath catching in your throat as you jump at the sensation of Jimin's fingers pressing against your clothed clit. Your eyes develop a foggy complexion.
"What was that?" Jimin asks, smirking at the dazed look across your features. Seeing you look like this is so different and intriguing, considering the rarity of seeing you off your guard. He wonders how far he can take it, how much he can do to make sure it's not words of insult that are passing lips.
You press your lips together, shaking your head. The whimper comes back as Jimin starts drawing circles against the bundle of nerves, slow paced but small movements. The fabric of your panties are thin, enough so that he can feel your clit, and enough to come to the realization that you're—!
"Wet," Jimin grumbles.
Your cheeks heat at the realization, something you hadn't even been entirely sure of yourself.
Jimin leans forward to peck your lips once, twice. "It's hot." He deepens the kiss, distracting you as his finger curls around the underside of your panties.
You suck in a breath as he runs a finger up and down your slit before sinking a finger into your heat. "Nn—Jimin," You whisper, moving one of your arms to curl the fingers around his bicep. It's a shallow thrusting of his finger, more about preparation and feeling than actually trying to make you cum. But the sensation floods your nerves all the same.
"You're so hot, I can only just imagine what this'll feel like wrapped around my cock," Jimin comments hoarsely, pulling his one finger out. The next time he slides in, it's two fingers and the slight stretch makes your eyes squeeze together.
"J-Jimin," You choke out. The wet sounds of friction between your legs begins to fill the room. "That feels so good, fuck..."
"Mm, does it now?" Jimin inquires softly. With every upward movement of his fingers into your pussy, the sensation of your walls tightening against his digits goes entirely to his head. It feels like he's making mental notes of your reactions. You're a sensitive little thing, and it's a fact he really wouldn't mind testing out more. "You still want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, yes, I do, come here," You urge softly, bringing him forward to kiss you again.
Slowly, his fingers slide out of you, and you whimper at the emptiness he's leaving you behind with. His hands leave from in between your thighs, traveling out of your skirt and resting at your waist. Without a warning, he hoists you up onto the desk. He moves you back just enough to give you instructions:
"Put your feet on the table for me."
Legs twitching slightly, you do as you're told. Your heels rest on the edge of the desk. At the gesture, the hem of your skirt moves downwards, flashing your panties right at Jimin. He has a momentary flashback to that first meeting in the library—your legs spread atop a chair, the skirt casting a shadow between your legs.
Now, he no longer has to wallow in that curiosity. Black panties flash right in his line of sight, and his dick feels even more constrained as he steps forward and reaches out to tuck his fingers underneath the waistband. With a nod from you, he pulls the fabric up and down your legs, and past your shoes. He pockets the material.
You notice the action immediately. "Need a spank bank collection, Park?"
At that, he shrugs, even though both of you know the answer to that. "Depends on how good this is," He says casually. You and Jimin know this is a lie. He already knows this is going to be good. Above anything, the tent in his pants is a clear giveaway to that. You watch as he pulls his belt from out of the belt loops, tugs the leather off of his waist. He barely brings his pants down, he just reaches in and comes back out with his cock, pretty and leaking at the tip. His thumb brushes at it, spreading the pre-cum across his length.
You whine at the sight, tossing your head back slightly as your legs come out to drag Jimin towards you by the waist. "I've seen enough, please fuck me, please—!" You whimper as Jimin pulls your legs off his waist. He brings his arms underneath your legs, bending it at the knees as he inches forward to rest his hands on the table. Untouched, his dick hovers right where you want him the most, and you whine again.
"I'm just preparing, baby," He explains softly, almost patronizingly, but you don't seem to mind the tone. "Don't want to hurt you before I even get the chance to fuck you."
"You'll never know until you put—it—in—oh!" You gasp, the tip of Jimin's dick hovering at your entrance. One of Jimin's hands moves from underneath your leg to wrap around the base of his cock, running it up and down your folds. He takes one last look at your expression: wide eyes and parted lips, before he looks back down between your legs. He watches as his cock disappears between your folds, immediately enveloping him in your hot, tight walls, a pressure that increases when you clench around him.
Jimin grunts, tilting his head back. "Fuck, you're tight."
You're breathing heavily now. Your arms are resting behind you to keep you level, allowing your fingers to tighten around the edges of the desk. Your toes curl in your shoes. "Jimin—shit." You jolt slightly when Jimin's hand moves from the base of his dick to your clit. His thumb rests on the nub, immediately drawing circles against the nerves to relax you through the stretch. You whine, a noise from the back of your throat that makes the blood rush even quicker through Jimin's body. It fills him with a desire to fill you up, to make you scream.
He continues to push in until he reaches the hilt, the feeling of you around him is so snug and warm that he cannot help his own groan. His finger moves from your clit and curls around the knee of your unoccupied leg. Using his arm to keep your knee bent, his hand travels back to its original position on the desk, allowing both of your legs to be spread apart for him.
Jimin looks up towards you, leaning forward to kiss you. "You still with me?"
You nod. "Yes, fuck, you can fuck me now."
The permission makes his head spin as he nods. "Fuck, okay." He begins to pull away until all that's left inside you is his tip. With a snap of his hips, he drives himself back into you.
The full sensation against your walls lights up your nerves, allowing it to pass through your entire body as your legs twitch and you throw your head back. "Fuck," You whisper, mostly to yourself as your walls start to tighten and untighten at the sensation.
This, in turn, drives a choke from Jimin's throat. "Stop clenching around me!"
You level your gaze with Jimin's once more, but you have a hazy look in your eyes. "Gonna prove to me that you're a one dump pump or something, Park?"
He stares at you, long and hard. "I'm gonna make you regret saying that." He pulls out again, all the way to the tip, and thrusts back in sharply. You gasp. But it doesn't stop this time. He picks a pace, not too fast but he goes deep. The snark in your eyes is gone. The noises in your throat are no longer words but noises instead: whimpers and whines.
The coil starts to tighten in your belly. "J-Jimin," You wail, using what little strength you have in your arms to push yourself into a straighten sitting position. This brings you closer to Jimin. Without a warning, you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into the collar of his robes. It seems like this is to muffle the sounds coming from your throat. "Ngh, Jimin, feels so good, fuck..."
His fingers curl around the edges of the desk as he picks up the pace. Your knees start to twitch above his arms. "You trying to escape me, sweetheart?" He asks right in your ear, breath against your neck. "Look at you. You just have to take what I give you." That's true. He's keeping your legs spread, leaving you unable to escape or move away.
You're gasping now. "Jimin, I'm gonna come."
Jimin hums, pulling his hand away from your arm once again and returning his fingers to your clit. When he rubs at you this time, it's quicker and faster and you clamp up immediately. "Then come."
"Mmmm," You sob, arching your back right into his body. For a brief moment, everything is tight, hot, and overwhelming, before the coil snaps and you wither in his arms. One of your own hands slam down onto the desk, as you try to grip onto the smooth surface of the table either to give you a new sense of bearings or pull away from him, he doesn't know. He doesn't acknowledge it either, too focused on thrusting into you until he's finding his own release.
He grunts, pushing into you until he's at the hilt as he spills himself into you. The blood is no longer in Jimin's ear, no longer drowning up the sounds of pleasure and desperation. Instead, it fills the air with the sounds: the gasps and heavy breathing. You, halfway lying on the desk. And Jimin, hovering closely over you, still joined together.
"Shit," You whisper, untangling your other hand from Jimin's neck and freeing you to lie entirely on the surface of the table. Jimin watches you carefully, gently putting down your legs so they can rest against the table.
"Lift your bottom for me," Jimin instructs, lifting the hem of your skirt up to bunch the fabric at your waist. With your entire bottom exposed, he's able to see himself inside you all over again. Slowly, he pulls himself out. You whimper at that. But Jimin doesn't say anything. He watches, throat dry, as he watches the white substance of his cum spill out of you. He reaches out, collecting it around his finger, before going back up to your slit and pushing his finger into you.
You arch your back at that, crying out softly at the overstimulation. You push yourself to your elbows, watching him sink his finger back into you. "What are you doing?" You ask breathlessly.
"Trying to make as small a mess as possible," Jimin explains, pushing his finger in as far as it could go. "You wanna go back to the common room with stains over your robes?"
You stare at him, some of that haziness gone and replaced with your usual thoughtful expression. "You make a good point."
Jimin is able to wipe the rest of the stains on the sleeves of his white polo, something that will be hidden underneath his robes. He watches as you hop off the desk, smoothing down your skirt and down your hair.
You look over at him. "How do I look?"
He gives a careful once-over. "How about this: if I saw you in the hallway, I wouldn't have assumed you just got fucked."
The corner of your lips curl up. "Well, that's probably as good as it'll get—!"
"Plus I'm sure other people don't have the same observational skills as I do, so you're probably fine."
"There it is."
"And how was it?" Jimin asks as he opens the door to the classroom and allows you to walk back into the hallway of the castle first. "Do you think we got that closure to the tension?"
"We are talking," You point out as you walk side-by-side with Jimin. "And you don't have that look in your eyes anymore."
He stops at that. "What look?"
You stop alongside him and give him a smirk. "That strained look, like the one you gave me before you kissed me."
Allowing your eyes to linger on each other for a moment longer, you break that connection by turning your head and continuing down the hallway.
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For someone so good at calculating and organizing his life, Park Jimin missed out a whole factor in his equation to success at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
That factor is you.
Now, he's had his fair share of flings, makeout sessions, and sexual encounters with members of the female population. Of course he has. He isn't friends with jocks like Jeon Jungkook or pranksters like Jung Hoseok for nothing—he's been to those parties in the Room of Requirement and has held up his own in conversations with flirtatious qualms. As someone who trumps logic over emotion, it has never been hard for Jimin to set aside his emotions when something is meant to be a one time thing.
But you. You. You. He really hasn't accounted for you to linger about in his life the way you have. Mostly, he hasn't accounted to think about your insults, your sighs, and your whimpers the way he actually has.
It's hard to tell if you're feeling the same way. When you're in study labs together for any class such as charms, muggle studies, or astronomy, he could always swear that your gaze would linger on him for moments too long before switching away. When you two are paired up for potions, the conversations are vague and pertain to the lessons, but it all feels layered with something new. A new unspoken desire, perhaps?
He can't really get a read on the situation, and that's the most frustrating aspect of it all.
"Park Jimin?" It's Professor McGonagall's voice, one that startles Jimin out of his trance. Jung Jaehyun ducks to hide his laughter.
Jimin blinks, looking up to realize that Professor McGonagall is standing right in front of him, a stack of parchment in her arms and a curious look in her eyes. He's currently in the middle of his transfiguration lesson. The professor raises an eyebrow, but still pulls a parchment from the stack and passes it down to him. A -1 stares him back up at him, and Jimin feels his heart beat. Although this score is for a mere homework assignment, the grade seems like a weight on his shoulders.
"Is that a minus one, Park?" Jaehyun asks, leaning over and getting into Jimin's space. "On a homework assignment? What happened there?"
Jimin looks over the assignment. "I guess I didn't add enough detail to one of my answers." He looks back at Jaehyun, watching Professor McGonagall hand him his graded assignment. The corner of his lips quirk up. "You're one to talk, Jung. Minus five? You better keep your grades up if you want to stay on the House Team."
"Hey, you should see JK's grades," Jaehyun retorts. "I swear, that boy was hanging by a thread on some of the recent assignments. Did you know he didn't even realize he had an astronomy essay due for class until that waitress at the Three Broomsticks had to remind him?"
Jimin grins. "That I remember. You've done good keeping an eye on your competition." Almost unconsciously, he finds himself flinting his gaze towards you only to find that you're staring right back at him.
You raise an eyebrow at him. Just from a look, Jimin knows what you're asking him. What did you get?
Feeling vaguely embarrassed about his score, he shrugs. Instead of answering, he jerks his chin towards you. What about you?
You seem to know the reason behind his desire to keep his score a secret from you. You smirk, turning over your parchment and flashing it towards him. A -0 reads at the top. "Pretty good, huh?" You mouth to him.
Jimin flicks his wand underneath the desk. A gust of wind comes out and the parchment flies forward to smack you on the face.
A burst of laughter rings through the classroom as Professor McGonagall whirls around. Having not seen the events leading up to the smack, she narrows her eyes at you. "Miss. Y/N, I don't believe your perfect grade called for a hit to the face."
You sink into your seat just enough. "Sorry professor," You grumble, turning to give the side eye to Jimin.
He is wrong to think that you wouldn't do anything about his little spell.
"You think you're clever, don't you?" You ask as soon as you catch up to Jimin after class is dismissed. Ever since the "Tension-Easing Experiment", as Jimin liked to label it and no it wasn't something he had run by you since you're both not really eager to brush on that topic in detail ever since it had happened, you've both been pleasant enough to each other. This conversation starter falls under that list. "Casting spells on me, I thought that task belonged to Jung Hoseok."
"Perhaps I have learned a thing or two from him."
You hum at that. "Guess there are some things you can't fully grasp just from reading textbooks all day."
He glares at you. "Did you need something today?"
You look back at him. "We have our weekly project meet-up."
He blinks. "What weekly project meet-up?"
"Well, when Professor McGonagall gave us the assignment, we were meeting up once a week to exchange ideas," You say slowly. "We stopped because..."
Oh right, I kissed you in the astronomy lab room, Jimin thinks when you trail off.
You clear your throat. "But since we're talking again..."
Because we had sex.
"I figured it was as good a time as ever to get back into it. Besides, I do have an idea I'd figure I should bounce off of you."
Jimin stares at you for a moment. Takes in your eyes, your lips, your robe and the clothes you've gone on underneath the thick material. You've got your hair up into a half-up-half-down ponytail today. Dare he say, you look nice today. "Alright then. Should we go to the library?"
"Actually..." You cut in, shrugging and not meeting Jimin's eye this time around. "I was thinking we could go back to your friend's private study room? Since we are talking, and it is exam season. You know, I wouldn't want to disrupt the other students trying to go over their class material."
This is true. Midterm season at Hogwarts is underway and lots of peers are starting to lose the light in their eyes. There seems to be a hidden weight in your words, plagued with an idea of ulterior motives, but Jimin is suddenly taken by curiosity to mind. "Uh—right. Sure. Pretty sure Yoongi isn't running a detention today."
Even if Yoongi had assigned a detention, which he probably did considering this was Min Yoongi, it was unlikely he'd use his private study. In fact, Jimin vaguely recalls Yoongi saying he had a meeting. So he leads the way down the hallways and past the large windows. The pathway is familiar to him, given how many times he's taken this route, and it's not long before he's uttering the password under his breath and entering the space.
It's empty when he enters. Actually, it's hard to tell if Yoongi had even used this office during the days between the "Tension-Easing Experiment" and today. Not that it matters, as you and Jimin push two desks together and take a seat. You slide your robe off this time and rest it at the back of your chair.
"Alright, so what's this idea of yours?"
You lean back in the chair. "It's brilliant, if you ask me."
He smirks. "I'll be the judge of that."
You smile slightly at that, turning back towards your desk and curling a finger around your hair. "I thought we might as well keep it simple and play to our strengths." You look at him. "You're known being this really charming guy, and from what I understand you're friends with lots of different guys who are talented in their own unique ways. I think we need to split our presentation into two parts. Your section would be talking about growing up at Hogwarts—how you've made your group of friends and how you've centered yourself in activities and conversations. Then I'll come in and talk about how despite transferring during the last year of school, everyone and everything is really adjustable and nice about being a new student."
"Hm." Jimin ponders this. You've figured out a way to take what he had mentioned, albeit jokingly, and organize a way for you to be involved yet still be connected to his original topic. "It's not bad, you can be smart sometimes when you want to be."
"I'm always smart—a lot smarter than you, so it seems," You return back. You angle the chair towards Jimin and sit back. "Speaking of, what happened with your homework assignment today? Didn't want to show off your own -0? Or perhaps did you get extra credit out of thin air?"
"Ha, ha, very funny," Jimin snaps. "Contrary to that, I actually got marked off a point. Forgot to add some details to one of my answers, so it was a minor thing."
"The Park Jimin I know doesn't forget to add minor details to his answers," You point out. "What's up with you? Does Professor McGonagall have to pull you from the project, and leave me as the sole smartest and brightest student at Hogwarts despite only being here for a month and a half?"
"I think your critical thinking skills have to be checked," He retorts, but it's a half-hearted attempt to start an argument. You're much more observant than you let on, if you've taken note of his behavior despite not really being his friend. Getting marked off points for minor details is something both of you have been guilty of on rare occasions, so the fact that you still notice something off leaves a strange feeling in his stomach.
Jimin stares at you for a moment longer, only to find you staring back. Should he indulge you on the thoughts floating around in his head? Would it be worth it?
When you raise an eyebrow, it gives him enough courage to open his mouth.
"Actually, I have a hypothetical situation I'd like to go over with you."
You don't say anything to that. It's a sign to keep talking.
"Say you've just slept with someone because you thought it would quell that seemingly moment's sparks of attraction," He starts. "But it's been a few days, and you, hypothetically, can't stop thinking about that moment. As in, you wouldn't find sleeping with that person again. Do you indulge that curiosity? Or just leave it be, assuming that the person doesn't feel the same about you?"
Something flickers in your eyes. "Hm, I'm not sure, you're being so vague it's really hard to tell who you're talking about."
He groans at that. "You're being a brat again."
"You must enjoy that, don't you?" You say back right away. "Otherwise you wouldn't be thinking about trying to sleep with me again. Unless you 'quell momentary sparks of attraction' with other girls on a daily basis."
"You think you're so smart, don't you?" He retorts. "You like to think you have all this control over this situation and my feelings, but who was it that was begging me to fuck them just a few nights ago?"
You laugh a little. "You got a point. But who still fucked me after that begging?"
He's quiet for a moment. "Do you really want to play that game, sweetheart?"
You keep your gaze on him. "What game am I playing, Park Jimin?"
Jimin looks right back at you. After a moment, he wraps his fingers underneath his chair and angles himself so that he can face you. He reaches forward until his hand rests on your thigh, right above the hem of your skirt. "Well, I have something in mind, if you're willing to hear it." When you don't pull back, he continues. "Since you seem set on this idea that you're in charge, I think I should prove to you otherwise."
He watches the way your jaw clenches at that.
"First, I would ask you to slide off your panties and your skirt this time, so there's nothing in the way of me fucking you this time," He spells out, keeping his eyes on you for signs of slippage. The slight twitch of your thigh is the first tell. "Then, I'd get behind you, turn you around, and press you against this very desk." He taps the desk you're sitting in front of. "Depending on how bratty you decide to be, I'll find a way to keep you where I want you to be. If you're still a brat, only one of us will be finishing today—and I will tell you right now that it won't be you." He leans forward towards you, your eyes flickering towards his lips. "Just tell me no. Tell me you're not interested and that you don't look at me the same way. I'll back off."
You swallow thickly at that. "What if I don't want you to back off?"
Things happen very quickly after the question leaves your lips. You're the one who leans forward, you're the one who kisses Jimin first. He responds immediately after, pulling you up by your waist until you're straddling his lap. Gently biting at your lower lip, Jimin still has enough wit to kick the chair you were sitting on away from the desk. It scraps against the classroom floor, a noise that goes loudly unheard of over the roaring of blood in Jimin's ears.
Jimin pushes you off his lap, forcing you back onto your feet with Jimin following behind shortly after. You barely have time to adjust before his hands are on your waist to spin you around and pin you onto the desk in front of you.
Jimin tightens his hold on your waist. "Look at you, little girl," He says. The nickname brings color to your cheeks. "You talk a big game but I think when it comes to it, you like being told what to do." After he's gotten you settled into position, his hands leave its original position to reach the zipper of the skirt at the small of your back. "Well, since I've riled you up this much, we might as well follow through on one of my check-ins, huh?"
His fingers slowly drag down the zipper of your skirt, each movement downwards rings like a bell. Jimin is so close behind you that you can feel his warmth radiating into your body, your legs. He doesn't take his time. He pulls down the skirt and your panties until they drop at your ankles.
A finger lingers at your entrance, checking. Jimin makes a noise in the back of his throat. "Looks like me spelling out what I was going to do to you was more effective than I thought."
You whine, pressing your cheek into the wood of the desk. "You don't always have to report it like that!"
Jimin stills at that. For a moment, the tense silence makes you think that you've said something wrong. But all thoughts fly out of the window when Jimin brings his hand down to slap against the back of your thigh. The gesture isn't too hard or too loud, but it's enough to make you whimper. "You trying to out-smart me again?"
"N-No, I'm sorry," You stammer, probably having a brief flashback to his threat about not letting you finish off.
Still, Jimin scoffs. "You seem to think today will end up just like the first time: where you tell me what to do and I'll do it—would you agree with me?"
You clench and Jimin feels it with his fingers. "Not intentionally."
"Hm." Jimin ponders, both of his hands leaving your frame to tug at the tie around his neck. He loosens it and brings the thin fabric down towards you. "I think we should really establish that I'm the one in charge today. Give me your hands."
Your neck turns slightly to try and catch his eye. "Jimin—!"
"Hands, c'mon little girl, I thought you could follow directions." Nevermind that this is probably the first time you've said his first name as a standalone and there's something really intimate about that.
You don't say anything to that, you merely shift your body weight so you are able to rest your hands on your back. Jimin takes your wrists, bringing them together, and loops the fabric of his tie around them. Tight enough that there's no way you could escape from it, but loose enough to provide some wiggle room. Once your wrists are secure in the tie, Jimin tugs on it to ensure it won't undo itself.
"This okay?" Jimin asks, albeit a little softly, but his question brings the ghost of a smile across your lips.
You nod. "Yes."
"Alright then." There's the sound of his belt becoming undone, his fingers pulling his cock out of his pants. He lines himself up, his fingers guiding the way before he's pushing in. The stretch is a little tighter than it had been the last time due to lack of proper foreplay. But there's enough to get by.
The stretch makes you feel him all the way in your gut, making your head spin as a groan emits from your throat. Your fingers curl into fists at the small of your back. "Fuck," You let out between teeth as you shut your eyes, knowing that you just have to take what Jimin is giving you.
Soon, the room fills with the softest grunts and groans, the desk rocking in time with his thrusts. His hands stay on his tie, on your wrists, where your fingers curl around his hand—whether for reassurance or to hold onto something solid, it's hard to tell.
All that matters is that Jimin notices and his heart races for something other than the physicality of what is going on.
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That day in the classroom seems to create a new label in Jimin's relationship with you. Given that both of you have seen the other person naked (twice), it brings a new level of casualness between the two of you.
It shows in how Jimin slides rather gracefully into the library, rolls of parchment in his bag and a smirk across his features. He finds you rather quickly, right by the window in a secluded part of the space, and has no problem approaching you and slapping the top of his parchment on your desk. It lands right on top of your books and your own roll of parchment.
There's a pause. "If the ink on my roll wasn't dry, I will honestly not hesitant to stab your eye out," You say right away.
"Charming," Jimin returns, sitting in the vacant chair next to you. "But I just wanted to show you something. We got our grades back for that Defense Against the Dark Arts essay. As you can see, here's my plus two extra credit score at the top."
"What?" You react immediately, leaning over your desk to catch a glimpse of the score. "Damn, what the fuck. How'd you get two extra credit points?"
Jimin is grinning. "What'd you get then?"
You give him a side glare. "One point five?"
"Wow." Jimin places a hand on his heart. "Did I beat you on an assignment?"
Your side glare has evolved into a full glare.. "As classy as that brag was, beating me on one assignment doesn't reclaim your place as the smartest student at this school." You brush some of the hair out of your face as you turn in your seat. "But I guess there's no harm in congratulating you for this one. Do you want a celebratory blow job?"
Jimin's heart stutters in his chest at the words. He does whiplash at your question. "I-I'm sorry, what?"
You grin. "A little nervous there, Park Jimin?"
"W-Well no, I just..." He trails off, trying to collect his bearings, trying to make sure that he hadn't misheard you. "I-I think I wasn't able to catch what you said..."
"No, I think you heard me pretty clearly." You're right. He had heard you perfectly. After all, there's no reason for him to have not heard you clearly. You're both in the library for goodness sake—not just the library but a quiet section of the library. "I just figured you want some sort of congratulatory gesture on my part, since we have a little competition going on between the two of us. You scored better today, so I'll blow you." You pause for a moment. "Unless you don't want me to blow you, and you asking questions like this is just you trying to deflect..."
"No! I mean..." He sets his teeth when your grin widens. "Shut up, you're so annoying."
"You're not saying no," You point out.
"Of course I'm not. Get your stuff, we're going." He grabs your wrist as soon as you've packed up your school supplies, and he doesn't let go.
Your laughter echoes all the way down the hallway.
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It continues like this. In terms of your social relationship with Jimin, it turns into a rivalry boosted by sexual encounters. Depending on who scored better on tests, essays, or homework would get to lead the sex in the empty Head Boy classroom near the abandoned corners of the castle. The atmosphere between you two, while still plagued with banter, has turned into something more light-hearted and conversations have lower defenses.
That's what one gets after seeing the other person naked for weeks on end.
The improvement in your relationship leads to more open conversations about the project, something that Professor McGonagall has noticed an improvement in.
She says this after calling you and Jimin in for a meeting. It's the beginning of November now, and the weather has cooled down and the sky reflects the bleeker tone in its dark shades of gray. You and Jimin have been in this strange relationship for about a month and a half now, and you didn't think there would be any physical changes, until the professor opens her mouth.
"I have to say, Ms. Y/N and Mr. Park, that I've noticed you two taking more enjoyment in each other's company. It's rather refreshing to look at, considering the way you guys used to always be at each other's throats beforehand."
"Definitely agree, in more ways than one," Jimin says, and you kick him under the table.
The meeting with the professor is short. It's more of a touching base encounter if anything, where you're explaining the details of your presentation and continue going more into detail about what each of you will be covering. It ends soon after, with a parting 'just keep going with what you're doing' before both of you are dismissed from the office.
"That went well," You report as you're exiting the office together. It's the middle of the afternoon on a considerably bright Thursday morning, so the castle is a little more alive today with activity. Most students are outside, taking advantage of the sunny weather to sit around in the courtyard or have a picnic or study session with friends on the grass. These are the options that are available to you and Jimin, considering your classes are done for the day and you have nothing else scheduled. Except to study and keep working on essays and study guides.
"I'm glad it's going well for her, at the very least," Jimin grunts, rolling his shoulder as he tilts his neck back. "So what are your plans for the rest of the day?"
You shrug. "Not sure." You narrow your eyes at him. He never really asks you this question unless—"Do we have a meeting in Yoongi's office?"
'Meeting in Yoongi's office' is the key phrase the pair of you coined to replace the much more lewd question: "Did you want to fuck?" Not only is the former much safer, but it keeps away those unsafe, unwanted, dangerous questions. All of which are things that neither of you want to answer. Neither of you would probably know the answer to them anyways.
Normally, Jimin isn't shameless about what he wants. When he's straightforward, he's eager and demanding and doesn't like to beat around the bush. You've walked out of that classroom with bruises on your neck and a wobble in your knees to prove that. This time, however, feels different. He smirks. "Sweetheart, we had a meeting yesterday." Translation: we fucked yesterday.
You raise an eyebrow, not acknowledging the nickname. It's normal in your conversations together, anyways. "When has that ever stopped you before?"
"Touche." He pauses, and runs a hand through his hair. "But we shouldn't today. I have an essay for our History of Magic class that I haven't started."
"Isn't that due tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I'm aware of that," Jimin protests. "Listen, I've been helping JK with that waitress."
You bite your lip, vaguely aware of the aforementioned Jungkook and that waitress from the Three Broomsticks. Jimin refuses to spill any details to you. "How's that going?"
He adjusts the strap of his bag. "She showed up to his Quidditch practice yesterday, which was a plus."
"Not entirely a plus, it seems. You have a whole ass essay to work on. At this point, it seems like I'll be in charge of the agenda for the upcoming meeting." The quirk at the corner of your lips grows slightly.
Jimin smirks, reaching over to tap your nose. "Don't get cocky, sweetheart."
You try to ignore the gesture. He's been getting more handsy with you, ever since he pinned you down on the desk and tied your hands at your back. You look away from him. "Well, regarding what my plans are," You start. "I should get started on the upcoming Transfiguration report."
He nods. "Seems like we're both in for rough afternoons." He pauses. He runs a hand through his hair, a gesture he only does when he's pondering something. "How about we suffer together?"
You blink, having not expected that question from him. You did spend a lot of time together, provided all the hours that go into planning the big project and 'attending Yoongi's meetings', as Jimin liked to say, but studying with each other was never on that list. "Do you mean, like, we study together?"
"Hey, if it was such a stupid idea then you should have stopped me immediately," Jimin retorts, turning red with embarrassment.
"I didn't say it was a stupid idea!" You say back, eyes wide. "I don't mind us studying together."
"Well, that's really great because I—!" Jimin cuts himself off, clearly not having processed your last sentence before opening his mouth. He looks at you, as it sinks in that you've accepted his offer to study together. "Alright, okay, cool. You wanna go to the library?"
You laugh. "Sure, but I gotta ask something. How could I even stop you, since I didn't know you were trying to ask me on a date?"
He surprises you with a step forward, as he wraps an arm around you and pinches your waist. "I'm not asking you on a date. You're annoying."
"And what of it?" You shoot back. You aren't really expecting an answer, and Jimin doesn't give you one. Yet, there's no awkward pause because of it. It's still just you and Jimin, and it stays that way as you both walk to the library and maintain a casual conversation about your assignments and outside activities.
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It's the middle of December when you scribble on the final flashcard and practically slam your quill onto the table. Jimin jumps slightly, but his startled expression eases into a slight smile when you hunch over and press your head into the desk. "Finished?"
"Finished," You repeat, lifting your head back up and looking at the array of notes and organized flashcards that are scattered across the table. Each flashcard is covered from top to bottom in your handwriting, all meant to help guide your speech for the project you have spent months agonizing over. No stone is left unturned, every single aspect of your experience is covered upon, per the request of Professor McGonagall.
Immediately, you move to collect your flashcards and ensure that they are in the proper order. The little numbers you have written in the top of the parchment help with that.
There's another silence that overtakes the air, but it's a comfortable one. It's filled with the scratches of Jimin's quill against his own parchment, it's filled with the crumbling sound of papers stacking atop one another as you organize your flashcards. Once they're all together, you look at the top piece of parchment. "Even with a late enrollment that brings you to Hogwarts in your last year, the welcoming environment makes the transition to different classes, social groups, and activities extremely easy and exciting..." You read quietly to yourself.
After a few minutes, Jimin puts his own quill down. It's much gentler than what you had done a few seconds ago, but it's still more than enough to fix your attention on him.
"Finished?" You ask him.
He nods, before sighing and running a hand through his hair. The locks are slightly overgrown by now, which leaves his hair in strands that stick up all over the place.
"Is it perfect?" You ask.
Jimin tilts his head back. Your eyes linger on the column of his throat before returning back to your notes. "Honestly, we've gone through so much editing and revisions that I would just throw myself off the astronomy tower if it wasn't perfect."
You laugh slightly. "That's true..."
"You look nervous," Jimin notes, placing his elbow on the table and resting his head in the palm. "Worried about impressing daddy at the Ministry?"
You close your eyes and let out a huff. "Why do you have to say it like that?"
"Am I wrong?"
You sigh. "I mean technically you're not."
He feigns an over dramatic gasp that earns him the attention of some other students littered around the library. "So I was right this whole time! What the fuck!"
"Jimin, keep your voice down," You hiss. "Why don't you ask that Namjoon friend of yours to publish a whole article about it while you're at it?"
"You know, that's actually not a bad idea—OW!" Jimin jumps when you suddenly reach over to pinch his thigh. He flashes a guilty look to the other students around him who shoot glares that could kill. After a moment of apologetic expressions and mouthing 'sorry' to anyone who would listen, he turns back to you. "You're really going to get it tonight."
"During our meeting with Yoongi, you mean?" You ask back, giggling into your palm.
He shakes his head and goes back to his flashcards. "You better watch yourself, sweetheart." He pauses for a second, watching you out of the corner of his eye before he resumes his attention back on you. "So what does your dad do at the Ministry?"
You look at him, thinking about how you're going to answer for a second before you sigh. It's probably because Jimin actually addressed your father as 'your dad' as opposed to 'daddy'. "He works in the Department of Magical Education. That's why he asked that I be a part of the presentation group. It helped that I was one of the top students at my old school."
Jimin is quiet for a moment.
It's long enough for you to kick him underneath the table. "Why ask me if you're not going to ask anything?"
He looks away. "It's not that—I guess I wasn't expecting you to actually tell me."
"Oh." You stop, turning red. "W-Well," You continue, staring holes into the table in front of you. "I-I guess we're f-friends?"
Jimin smirks. "Friends, huh?"
"Don't make me regret saying that!"
"Hm." Jimin hums. "So, your dad works in the Magical Education Department. Is that why you transferred to Hogwarts?"
"You could say that..."
He whines your name, scooting closer to you to wrap his arms around you. "Hey, you can give me a straight answer. I thought we were friends."
You make a noise of protest in the back of your throat, nevermind the way he's so natural about his physical touches with you. "Fine, fine, yes, his new job is the reason why we transferred. Now let go of me, you're going to get us kicked out of here!"
"Let Madam Pince kick us out, we're basically done with our project anyways." But he does let go of you, the finality of your words probably that pusher. He does not, however, move away from you. He keeps an arm curled around the back of your chair. "You going home for Christmas break?"
"Yeah," You say, not saying anything about his still close proximity. "I do miss my parents—plus I'm sure my father would want to hear about how the presentation will go."
He nods. "Sounds like it'll be a stressful Christmas."
You look at him. "What will you be up to, Park Jimin? Sneaking through the restricted section?"
He pouts. "I don't need to sneak through it—I'm not a first-year. I can actually get a note from a professor. Dark Arts is cool to read about."
"If you say so," You tease back. "Anything else?"
"Well, there's actually a party I'm throwing with my friends to celebrate making it up to this point. It'll be in the Room of Requirements." He ponders the next thought for a moment. "You should come."
You blink. "I'm going home for the holidays?"
"No, you dork." Jimin flicks your forehead. "The party will be before the holiday break starts—so everyone who wants to go can enjoy one fun thing before going back home."
You tilt your head. "That sounds exciting. But, well, I'm not a huge drinker. It should be fun for you, though."
He pouts again. "What if I wanted you to come? What do I have to do to convince you?"
You give him a look. "Nothing, Park Jimin, I'm not a party person."
"You really are," Jimin agrees, sliding away, looking disappointed in your answer. "I hope you'll be able to sleep tonight knowing you just crushed all my dreams."
You roll your eyes. "You're so dramatic, Park Jimin. What's this about?"
He shrugs. "I thought it'd be cool to see you do something fun for once in your life."
"Wow, he's dramatic and rude," You say, watching as he smiles a little at your usage of his pronoun despite the fact that he is right here in front of you.
"Well, I guess I just have to accept your answer," Jimin says after a moment, leaning back in his chair. "You'll be missing out. I think Hoseok is pulling out all the stops. Alcoholic butterbeer galore."
"And I'm sure you'll tell me all about it, no matter if I want to hear it or not," You return, looking at your water. "Oh shit, I gotta go."
Jimin watches you collect your parchment and books, and the way you stuff them into your bag. "Where are you going?"
You look at him, blinking. "Uh—Actually, I don't think I should tell you."
He pouts, again. "What? Why not?" His curiosity only grows when you just give him a meek smile, and turn to rush out of the library. He calls your name. "Shit, hold on!" He doesn't bother to organize anything, he just throws everything into his bag before he's dashing to catch up to you. He also doesn't bother to check around him before he's throwing his arms out to encircle you around the waist.
"Jimin!" You exclaim, both of you slowing to a time. "You're needy today."
"Where are you going?" He tightens his hold. "I took some workout advice from Jungkook, I won't hesitate."
You still at that. "What the fuck? Are you implying that you'll crush me otherwise?"
"Don't change the subject!"
You sigh, reaching into the pocket of your robe. "I may or may not have gotten an offer to get extra credit from Professor Flitwick for Charms."
He pauses. "Aren't you and I having a bet about who can get the higher grade in that class?"
"Uh, perhaps?" Suddenly, you bend your wrist slightly to poke your wand in his stomach. "Rictusempra."
A silver light beams from the end of your wand, and Jimin bursts out into laughter. He releases his hold on you immediately, falling to his knees as the giggling that escapes his lips fills the air and takes the energy out of his knees. "A—giggling—charm?" He manages in between breaths.
You whirl around to face him, twirling your wand. "Sorry Park. I saw an opportunity and I took it. Hopefully one of your friends can help you—preferably after I've made my way down this hallway." You turn back towards your original direction and actually run away from him.
Jung Hoseok is eventually the one to find Jimin on the floor, laughing, crowded by students who were intrigued to see the great Park Jimin at his wits end. Although those same students help him onto his feet, there's still the mark of amusement in their eyes, and Jimin's cheek heat nonetheless.
The next time he sees you, he'll get you back for this.
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Jimin's party is the night before the winter holiday begins. All the classes are done, all the essays and tests are submitted. The snow has become a permanent decoration to the school, all compact white blanketing the grass and exterior castle walls. The chill has settled more deeply in the air, bringing up the heavy scarfs and heavier coats. Breaths come out in puffs of air. And you are near the fireplace.
Actually, more specifically, you are finishing up a last minute extra credit report for Astronomy. Not that your grades need the extra boost—Professor Sinistra had offered to provide you with the assignment that allowed you to indulge a little deeper in star placement and you weren't going to waste away that chance. It's due tomorrow morning, right before you take the train back home, so you are wasting away, scribbling all the research that you can recall onto the parchment.
You're finishing up your conclusion paragraph when you hear the door to the common room slide open, announcing the presence of a student. You don't pay attention to this. Judging by the darkness clouding the sky, it's getting late and you assume that the students who had gone to Jimin's party should be heading back by now. When it gets too late, even though classes and henceforth school are paused, there are still certain punishments on the line.
You don't pay much attention to the student, until you notice that figure now standing right in front of your table near the fireplace. You look up. It's Jung Jaehyun—Seeker for the Slytherin team. And, as you are aware of, an attendee to Jimin's party.
The thing is, however, that you and Jaehyun have interacted a grand total of exactly zero times. Neither of you ran in the same social circle—if the friend you've made that spends more time in the greenhouse than in class could be considered a social circle.
Jaehyun looks just as uneasy as you do, with the way he's shifting back and forth on his feet. "Y-You're Y/N, right?"
You straighten slightly. That is, obviously the first time Jaehyun has ever said your name. "Y-Yes. And you're Jaehyun?"
"Yeah..." Jaehyun starts, scratching the back of his neck. "Listen, I know this is totally out of line for me. But would it be too much if I asked you to come with me to the Room of Requirement?"
"Uh..." You trail off. You hadn't been expecting much upon seeing Jung Jaehyun standing right in front of you. But you really hadn't been expecting this. "Is... there a reason why...?"
"Well..." Jaehyun tries again, but trails off. He seems to be having trouble figuring out how to explain his story. "I think you know that Jimin and his friends were having a party down there, right?"
You keep staring at Jaehyun. "Did something happen to Jimin?"
"N-No, not really, it's just, he drank a bit and he's refusing to leave until he sees someone..."
You press your lips together, having a vague idea of where this could be going but refusing to make assumptions. "Was I that someone?"
"Well, okay, he didn't mention a specific name. He just kept saying he wanted to see his girlfriend before he left..."
"Okay, then why don't you take his girlfriend down there?"
Jaehyun looks pained for a second. "Jimin doesn't have a girlfriend. His friends and I were trying to figure it out. You're the only person he spends all this time with besides his core group. We figured asking you to come down would be a good place to start."
You swallow at the thought. You've never really set foot into Jimin's world, it wasn't really your scene. Even back at Ilvermorny, you were well known because of your grades, but you weren't a popular student. But more than that, Park Jimin calling you his girlfriend? The thought seemed highly unlikely. You aren't even sure that he feels that deeply for you—rather, your relationship was formed as a byproduct of forced participation. Without that presentation to the Ministry, you're sure you would never have had a proper conversation with Jimin.
Still, Jaehyun looks like he's about to fling himself off the Astronomy tower. The more time goes by, the higher the chances of Jimin and the rest of his friends getting caught and getting saddled with detention. You figure: what's the harm?
"W-Well, uh, sure." You straighten up, placing your items into your bag and taking a second to drop that bag off on your dorm bed. Jaehyun is still in the common room when you get down, and leads the way to the Room of Requirement. The walk there is another maze of walls and windows and firelit pathways.
But instead of the Room of Requirement entrance you see, you notice a group of boys lingering outside the blank wall Jaehyun had told you let to the party. For a moment, you wonder if the group were attendees of the party. But the closer you get, and the more you start to hear voices that sound vaguely familiar saying names that sound even more so, you realize that this group is The group—Jimin's group.
"Taehyung!" Jaehyun calls as soon as the two of you are in hearing range.
The boy, you assume is Taehyung, looks up towards the source of the noise. His eyes land on you and he visibly looks relieved. "Hey, you must be Y/N." He nods towards you, and tilts his head towards the boy leaning heavily against him. "Hey Jimin." He calls for the boy, but he looks unsure. Probably because he too isn't sure if you're who Jimin is describing as his girlfriend. "Uh, we brought your girlfriend?"
It sounds more like a question than an actual statement. But Jimin doesn't seem to notice. He lifts his head up from Taehyung's shoulder and locks his gaze onto you. At once, his eyes turn into half moons with how brightly he is smiling at you. It's like the sun has come out, with the light glimmering in his eyes and his cheeks rounding out. He calls out your name. "Baby, you showed up!" He cries, managing to untangle himself from Taehyung and latch immediately onto you. You might have stumbled, had Jaehyun not helped catch some of Jimin's weight. "I thought you weren't coming!"
"Uh..." You trail off, mind going haywire. How could it not? Jimin, someone who is definitely not your boyfriend, is calling you his girlfriend, calling you baby, and hugging you like his life depends on it. The two of you just have sex! Under unestablished rules, sure, but that type of situation calls for an actual discussion beforehand. "Well, your friends said you wouldn't leave the party unless I showed up. Why don't we all head back to our Houses, before we all get detention?"
Jimin nods, cheek against your cheek. "That sounds good. Look at my Y/N—so smart and wonderful."
"Y/N... didn't he want to rip her neck off at the beginning of the year?" One of the boys whispers. You, of course, hear it, because Jimin's friends lack indoor voices and it shows. "And now he's admitting that she's smart? What the fuck?"
"Shut up, Hoseok."
Another boy turns to you, an appreciative smile on his lips. It's Min Yoongi—Head Boy, and fellow Slytherin. "Just ignore Hoseok. And I'm sorry this is how we're meeting you—from what Jimin says you're super smart and it drives him crazy, so naturally I'm your biggest fan. I'm Yoongi."
You nod, trying for a smile. "I know. I would shake your hand, but..."
"You've got a Jimin attached to you, I got it." Yoongi waves his hand dismissively, whirling around to face his group. "Alright, you bitches. You better be in your Houses before I finish my first round of the castle otherwise you're all getting detention." There's a momentary wave of protests before Yoongi interrupts it. "Or I don't have to do a round and can just give you all detention right now..."
"No, no, okay, we're going." It's the boy who had called Hoseok out, telling him to shut up. He winks at you as he brushes past you, and flashes some finger guns at Jaehyun.
"Fuck you too, JK," Jaehyun returns, before leveling you with a gaze. "We should get going, huh?"
"Yeah," You manage, adjusting Jimin on your shoulder before you and Jaehyun practically drag Jimin down to the Slytherin common room. As soon as you enter, you dump Jimin onto the couch, where he slumps backwards and remains unmoving. He laughs, eyes wide as they gaze up at you.
He brings his arms up, bringing his fingers together in a grabby motion. "Y/N, come sit with me."
Jaehyun coughs, running a hand through his hair. "I'll, uh, leave the two of you alone. Thanks for coming out with me, you really saved us."
You nod. "No problem, although it seemed like Yoongi could have handled it."
"Nah, that punk is a Head Boy through and through. Loves his friends to death, but wouldn't hesitate to give detention. Anyways, I'm off to bed. It was nice to meet you."
You smile. "You too." You watch Jaehyun and he disappears up the stairs, into the boys room.
A tug on the hem of your skirt pulls you back. Jimin is still gazing up at you. "Come here!" He pouts, pulling a little too hard and sending you stumbling forward right onto him. Your legs end up on either side of him, effectively straddling his waist. His arms curl around your body. "Isn't this better? This reminds me where we were just a few weeks ago—!"
"Jimin," You cut in, flushing at the thought of aforementioned few weeks ago. "What are you doing?"
He blinks, the haziness from his drinking still glimmering in his eyes. "I'm just hugging you."
"No, Jimin." Your hands find a place on his shoulders. "What are you doing? I'm not your girlfriend, so why would you say that down there in front of your friends?"
"Wait, you're not my girlfriend?" He's still looking like a deer in the headlights. "But... I really like you, so I thought that something was going on..." He looks lost.
A lot is pinging through your head—did Jimin just confess to you? "Jimin, you like me?"
He nods. "I do, I really do." His nod is lagging, it's a little slow as he probably doesn't want to make himself sick with movement too fast. "You're so funny. And smart. And mean. But I like it. It's not too mean, but mean enough to make me laugh."
You laugh a little. "You're drunk, Jimin, you don't know what you're saying. You would never admit that I'm smart."
He sighs, tilting his head back until it rests on the back of the couch. "I would never say it out loud, but that doesn't mean it's not true. Fuck, my head hurts..."
"You should get some sleep," You say, instead of trying to push the topic further. "Do you need help getting into the boys dorm room?"
"I don't think I can make it up there," He retorts softly. "I might have to crash down here." He gazes up at you. "Will you stay down here with me?"
You waver slightly, lots of questions running through your mind. If you slept down here with Jimin, surely someone would wake up and catch the two of you. Rumors would fly, questions would be asked.
Still, Jimin looks so cozy and vulnerable—an absolute rarity. And who knows, perhaps if things don't go the way you want them to, you could use this moment against him. A reminder of when the great Park Jimin, a rock of stubbornness and arrogance, looked at you like you were the stars.
So you sigh. "Sure, I'll stay down here with you."
You don't need to tell anyone that the smile flashing across his face makes your answer worth it.
.
You awake rather abruptly to the movement that happens next to you. Every muscle in your body is aching, so completely sore from the position you've rolled into. You open your eyes to a collarbone, a flash of the Slytherin green tie. You blink sleepily, disorientated, as your gaze slides up—!
To see Jimin staring down at you.
You jump slightly. "Shit, sorry."
"No worries." Jimin groans, stretching. Or, trying to stretch. The couch you're both on top of offers very little space for movement. It also explains your sore neck. "Ugh, fuck."
You sit up, rolling your neck and hearing the satisfying crack of bones. "How are you feeling?"
"Gross," He answers, sitting up as well. You're sitting between his legs, the close proximity allowing you to see the tiredness in his eyes. That isn't surprising. The sun has barely started to rise over the mountains. Given that the sky is a very vague shade of orange, you can only assume it's five or six o'clock in the morning.
You look up at him. "You hungover too?"
He presses fingers to his temple. "A little headache, but it's not too bad." He lowers his hand, and looks over at you. "I wasn't that drunk, Y/N, I do remember what happened last night. Maybe I was a little more transparent than normal, but..."
You raise an eyebrow, egging him on. "But?"
He stares at you for a moment longer, before he laughs a little, tilting his head backwards. "Aw, Y/N, don't make me say it!"
You can't help but smile back. "No, I think I want you to say it. Otherwise I'll think you're pulling my leg."
He lifts his head towards you, pouting. "I would never pull your leg."
"Then say it," You say leaning towards him.
As soon as you're close enough, Jimin's hand comes up to trap your chin in between his thumb and index finger. The gesture is done to keep you close, to keep your eyes fixated on his, all so he can gauge your expression. He seems to be debating on how truthful he wants to be for this. "But... I wasn't lying when I said that I liked you." His eyes flicker between your own. "Even though you're annoying all of the time."
You can't help it. You start to laugh. "Takes one to know one, huh?"
He brings you forward, shifting your center of gravity and bringing you forward towards him. You gasp as your hands come out to rest on the arms of the couch, on either side of Jimin. The gesture, however, brings you closer to him, so that your lips are hovering right over one another. "You're being a brat again. Shut up."
You quirk an eyebrow, although he's too close to see it properly. "Make me, Park Jimin."
He groans. "Don't say that. I'm too gross to fuck you right now. And aren't you going back home today after you submit that report to Professor Sinistra?"
You smile a little, touched that he remembers your report. "I finished the report. And..." You trail off, pulling back enough to look at your watch. You were right: the current time reads 6:15AM. "There's still five hours before the train leaves..."
Jimin looks up at you. "I've got an idea. You have to be quiet though."
You raise an eyebrow. "I didn't know you were into voyeurism, Park, but if that's what you want..." You start to unbutton the polo of your shirt.
Jimin's eyes widen. "H-Hey, stop, I didn't mean here! Button that back up!"
You gaze over at him, two buttons on your blouse undone, more than enough to expose your collarbone. "What's wrong?"
"Why do I like you so much, you're nothing but a brat," Jimin grunts, mostly to himself as he reaches out to button back your shirt. "I meant somewhere else. You have to be quiet on the way to the place, you idiot. Come on."
He takes your head, lacing the fingers together, and making your heart jump in your throat as Jimin guides the pair of you out of the Slytherin common room and up the stairs. Making your way up to the fifth floor, he turns into a corridor with statues along the wall. He finally stops at one, the statue you recognize to be Boris the Bewildered.
"Pine Fresh," Jimin whispers to the statue, which moves to the side and allows Jimin to drag both you and himself into the hidden room. At the detection of movement, the candlelights along the walls light up which further heightens the place Jimin has just taken you into.
It's a large bathroom. The first thing you notice are the stained glass windows that surround the entirety of the room. Each window paints a different picture of mermaids across the surface, all of which are moving around the space much like every other piece of artwork in this castle. Some of them wave to the pair of you, but most of them continue to mind their own business of looking out the window and enjoying the view of the mountains surrounding Hogwarts.
The moving pictures of mermaids, however, isn't where your attention has fallen. Your eyes flicker all over the place, trying to take in more of this place Jimin has taken you to.
Located on the left side of the room is a row of squeaky clean, polished and shiny toilets in stalls with a row of sinks, mirrors, and makeup counters on the other side. Located on the right side of the room is a lounging area, couches and cushions in the space and a row of bathrobes along the wall.
The middle of the room houses the main attraction of the space—it's a large bathtub, as big as a swimming pool with how wide and deeply the hole has been cut into the ground. The tapping for the bath surrounds the tub, each tap with a different colored jewel atop the metal piping. Along the edge of the tub are different baskets, each basket holding a different shaped container and bath product.
"Shampoo, conditioner, soaps, bath oils, and bath salts," Jimin explains, seeming to notice your lingering gaze upon the baskets.
"Cool, uh..." You pause, trying to gather your thoughts properly enough to ask the biggest question of them all. "What is this place?"
"Oh! Right." He gestures to the entire room. "Welcome to the Prefects' Bathroom."
You turn your gaze towards him, eyes wide. "The Prefects' Bathroom? Shouldn't we not be here then?" You've heard of this place before back at Ilvermorny. It's considered a secret location that only Head Boys, Head Girls, Prefects, and Quidditich captains. Definitely not a place for you or Jimin to be in.
He grins, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "Relax, baby. I got the password from Yoongi. And it's six in the morning on the first day of winter holiday. I doubt any of the people allowed in there wouldn't think to come in right now."
You exhale, unable to ignore the quickening of your heart race. It was one thing to fool around in Yoongi's private study. But being in this type of place that increased the chances of getting caught makes you nervous.
Jimin can see that, because he steps closer to you and rests a hand on your waist. "Hey," He says, not speaking again until you're looking up at him. "It's okay. I don't want to suggest anything that'll make you uncomfortable. I just thought of this place because it's, for the most part, secluded and unused. We're both tired and groggy, so I thought we could use the bath."
You take in a breath, before making your decision and wrapping your arms around his neck. "Alright, I'll decide to trust you on this. So what's your plan, Park Jimin? What are you gonna do to me?"
He laughs at that, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours. "Well, sweetheart, we can go about this in two ways. Number one: we'll go right on that couch and we'll have a celebratory fuck on some actual cushions for once. Then, after that, we'll take a bath. Or number two: we skip the fuck and take the bath instead."
You feign a gasp. "You would skip a fuck for me?"
He mirrors your gasp. "Of course. That's what you get for making me fall for you."
"Charming," You say with a smile. "Lucky for us, I like you too. In fact, I like you so much, I can feel your boner against my leg so I'll even have sex with you just for that."
His smile widens. He sighs dreamily, which makes you laugh. "Wow, are you the girl of my dreams or something?"
"Hm, what happened to trying to skip my neck off?"
"You really know how to keep up a mood," Jimin mumbles. "I'm just gonna kiss you before you ruin this any further for us." So he does, covering his lips with yours.
There's something different about this kiss. Normally, with your escapees or 'meetings with Yoongi', the kisses you share are frantic and haphazard and not really the main purpose of your interaction. The kisses are short-lived and bruising. But this kiss is different. It's softer and slow-paced enough that it allows for exploration. It's a kiss where your fingers gently brush over Jimin's collarbone, where his own fingers settle at your jawline in order to trace over your cheeks and your neck. The sensation as light as it is makes your head spin.
You aren't even aware the pair of you are moving throughout the room until you feel Jimin hit something in front of you, and behind him. The back of his knees hit one of the cushions on the right side of the room, and he falls back. You fall on top of him, straddling him. It's a similar position to where you were less than a day ago, but the intent is different. You hardly register any potential pain or jolts. Jimin just brings you back to kissing him, fingers moving down to curl around your waist instead.
Only when it feels like it takes too much energy to kiss and breathe properly at the same time does Jimin pull away to dust kisses along your cheek, before moving down to kiss along your jawline, down your neck. Your tilt your head back, eyes closed as you let out a breathy sigh. Your hips start to move of its own accord, grinding down on the already stiff junction between his legs.
Jimin groans at that, tightening his hold on your waist and guiding you to move deeper and faster. The bathroom fills with the noises escaping between your lips and the rustle of clothing.
You and Jimin seem set on fixing that problem right away. Being in this position on a couch is so much more different than sex in a classroom on top of tables and chairs. It brings a comfort neither of you have experienced before. With that comfort comes this desire to just go all the way, to feel skin beneath fingertips. It happens too. First the sweater vests go, then the ties and the shirts.
Jimin goes quiet at the sight of your chest, hands encircling your breast and thumb running over the nipple. His mouth replaces his hand, circling the nip with his tongue. The warmth of it brings chills that hit every nerve in your body. You arch your back, as Jimin's hands at your waist keep you rooted to the spot.
You start to claw at the waistband of his slacks, one thought pinging through your mind—and that was to see this through to the end. "J-Jimin," You whine, already filling to wet and foggy. Jimin pays you no attention, merely switching to your other breast to wrap your nipple in his mouth. You whimper, grinding a little faster. Your fingers make their way up to his hair, curling the digits around his locks. You pull him away just enough for him to look up and make eye contact with you, but not enough. His mouth is still around your nipple.
He hums, and the vibration sends through your body.
He pulls away from you. "What is it?"
You look down at him, pouting and whining.
He cups your face with one of his hands. "You have to use your words, baby."
You let out a sigh to calm your nerves. "N-Nothing," You manage. "I just, I really want you right now. And I'm glad you like me too."
Jimin quirks the corner of his lips, before his fingers are curling under the waistband of your skirt. "C'mon, let's get you out of this."
A few tugs and shift adjustments later, you're both naked atop the cushions. Hands are running over skin, and Jimin's hands remain at your sides to lift you up just enough until you're hovering over his cock—long and hard.
At this, Jimin brings your upper body closer until your ear is hovering near his lips. He kisses below, a spot that makes the shiver travel up your spine, before he goes back to hovering at your lobe. "You wanna show me how good you take dick?"
You nod, brain still fuzzy as Jimin starts kissing down your neck again. It's a very distracting sensation, the feeling of his pillowy lips against your skin. Your toes curl on the couch when his cock hovers right above your slit, right where you want him.
With the guidance of Jimin's hands, he starts to push you down, the stretching sensation forcing a sigh past your lips. Even though you and Jimin have had sex for awhile—even the most recent 'meeting with Yoongi' had occured a week ago—something about this feels different. There's a deep rooted passion in his kisses, in the bites he's littering across his neck. Almost as if Jimin had been holding back for that month and a half of casual sex, and now has let his full love and admiration of you loose.
Every inch of Jimin inside of you is another euphoric wave that washes over you. You had thought today wouldn't be too different from previous encounters, but the shaking of your knees tells you otherwise. "J-Jimin—!" You whine. "Fffuck..."
"Look at you go," He praises, eyes fixed on your spot of connection until you're filled to the hilt. You feel so impossibly full. "Made just for me."
He waits for you. He waits until you stop clenching around him, until you relax. Only then does he hold onto your waist again and slowly start bouncing you on his cock. Your grip around his shoulders start to tighten as the friction makes your head spin. You let yourself be led, breathy moans turn to gasps. "Nn, fuck, feels so good..."
He feels you start to randomly clench around him again. Having spent so many late evenings and early afternoons with you, he knows your signs perfectly. You're close.
He finishes you off with a thumb at your clit, circling at the bundle of nerves just right until your gasps turn into cries and you're spazzing around his cock. The sensation is tight and warm, and Jimin chokes as his fingers dig into your skin to keep him grounded as he spills up into you.
The blood-rushing physicality of what had just happened starts to settle in, leaving the two of you against the couch with mismatched breaths and his dick still inside of you. "Oh shit..." He whines. "You like me too."
You lift yourself off of him, raising an eyebrow. "Is that the only thing you got from that?"
His hands on your hips keep you from moving around. His cock is softening around your walls, all helping his heart rate return to a comfortable pace. "Well, had I know us liking each other meant mind-blowing sex, yeah, I get to be a little salty I didn't say anything earlier."
You laugh. "You're unbelievable."
He smirks. "That's right." He readjusts, helping you up and off of his dick. His cum, white liquid, spills out of you.
You cup yourself immediately. "Oh shit, that's gonna get on this cushion."
"Oh shit." Jimin cups your pussy too. Extra barrier, he would say. He turns towards the long bathtub. "How about a bath now?" He flashes you a grin when you nod.
Keeping one arm around your waist to keep you steady, he leans down to dig through the pile of his clothes until he produces his wand. Turning towards the tub, he waves his wand. At once, the water from the tabs go off, each flow of water a different color. Some emit a string of bubbles, giving a formy texture to the bathwater currently in the tub.
Given the size of the bathtub, one might have assumed it would take a long time to fill the space, so it's a surprise to see water nearing the top after only a matter of minutes. Jimin waves his wand again to stop the water coming out of the tabs.
Jimin removes his hand from you and allows you to straighten into a standing position. He stands too, guiding you to the edge of the bathtub where he lets you step into the water first.
The water is the perfect temperature, warm and wonderful as it envelops your body. As you sink down, you sigh as you feel your muscles relaxing, where you don't stop adjusting until your butt hits the appropriate step to sit on. Jimin follows in after you, not stopping until he's sitting right behind you.
"Ahhhhh, shit, this is perfect," He says quietly, wrapping his arms around you. The only sound in the room is the rustle of water that splashes around softly in time to the movements both of you make.
You move your head slightly to dip strands of your hair into the water. "Wow, no wonder Yoongi takes his job so seriously. I'd hate to lose out on this."
"Well, just stick with me, baby, and we'll keep sneaking around for the rest of the school year."
You turn slightly to look at him. "Do you mean... sneaking around Head Boy equipment, or sneaking around the school?" There's an implication in your question. Do you plan to keep me a secret?
However, Jimin quells that worry rather quickly. "Sweetheart, I've been chasing you around for a month and a half—emotionally and physically. Do you really think I'd be able to keep my feelings a secret in front of other people?"
You smile, relaxing back into his arms. "I'm glad to hear that..."
"Plus when I kick your ass in our classes, I think that it's more satisfying to hear that I beat my girlfriend instead of that transfer student from Ilvermorny. Makes it more personal. Just how I like it."
"There it is."
He laughs, nudging himself further into you. It stays like this for a little bit, both of making conversation, but mostly just done in the privacy of this space you've carved for yourselves. You aren't too sure of how much time has gone by until you're hearing the statue behind the entrance to the bathroom move, followed immediately by a voice. It's Min Yoongi.
"Hey, who the fuck is in here—oh shit, Jimin?" A pause, both of you immediately spinning around to look towards the source of the noise. Yoongi notices you immediately, eyes widening as he turns around to face the wall. "Is that Y/N? What the fuck are you doing here? This is the Prefects' Bathroom!" Another pause. "Wait, hold the fuck up—are you guys together?"
You, however, don't hear any of those questions. You're too busy squealing in surprise, immediately dipping your body lower into the water to avoid having Yoongi's eyes wander to places they don't belong. You cover your breasts to further avoid that.
Jimin shifts towards you to block your body. "What the fuck? What are you doing here? It's Saturday morning!"
"Hey!" Yoongi whirls around, red-faced, purposefully avoiding your gaze. "Don't answer my question with a question! And I'm Head Boy, I'm allowed in here!"
"You gave me the password!"
"Yes, in the case of an emergency! Is snuggling up to your girlfriend really an emergency?"
"Well, in that case no, but having a celebratory bath with my new girlfriend could be classified as an emergency?"
"JIMIN." Yoongi runs a hand through his hair, whirling around. "Holy fuck, if Flinch saw you in here... if he knows that you're in here thanks to me..."
"Uh..." You say from behind Jimin. Only your neck is visible above the water, so your voice and arm raising are extremely meek. "Yoongi? I'm sorry... we were both tired and gross, and Jimin had a hangover..."
"No, uh, Y/N..." Yoongi cuts in, albeit more gently. "I don't blame you." He looks down at his watch. "I should probably let you know, however, that it's almost eight o'clock and I'm aware that you have a report to submit to Professor Sinistra before the train leaves back for home?"
"Oh shit!" You startle at that news. "I have to go do that now..."
Yoongi glares at Jimin, then looks back at you, and sighs heavily. "Okay," He starts slowly. "I'm just gonna stand outside and pretend that I didn't see any of this. You guys better be out there in five minutes though. Both of you." Without another look at either of you, Yoongi exits the room.
Immediately, you and Jimin scramble to dry yourselves off. Both of you decide to just leave your hairs damp and wet, electing that just getting the basics of your attire on is more important. In the end, you're both just in your appropriate bottoms, and messily put together blouses and tops. Yours isn't even buttoned all the way, leaving your collarbone exposed and littered with Jimin's marks from earlier.
Jimin grabs your waist before both of you could make it out. "I'll be able to see you before you get on the train, right?"
You hum, arm around his neck. "Aw, will the baby miss me?"
He glares, pushing you away slightly. "I'm just asking."
You laugh. "Most likely, I just need to submit the report. And pack—I didn't really get to do that yesterday."
"Okay, okay." Jimin lets you go. "I just wanted to make sure."
Flashing him one more smile, you lead both you and Jimin out of the room. True to Yoongi's word, he's waiting outside with his hands in his pockets and his eyes averted. They, however, fix themselves on you as soon as you emerge from behind the statue with Jimin.
"I was this close to tipping you off to Mr. Flinch..." Yoongi trails off, studying the two of you. His eyes settle on the hickies at your throat. He freezes. "Wait, did you guys fuck in there?"
"Uh..." Jimin looks at you, the realization settling in both of your gazes. "WELL, Y/N, the love of my life, it was great knowing you, how about you run off to Professor Sinistra while I try to outrun Yoongi's rage."
Yoongi pales, looking like his soul has just departed from his body. "So that means..."
You nod, corner of your lips smiling despite the potential outcome of the situation. "I'll write to you once a week." You look back at Yoongi's increasingly stony expression. "I'm sorry Yoongi." You say this before turning around and practically running down the hallway.
Just before you turn to go down the stairs to collect your report, you make out one last sentence: "JIMIN, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"
