First Love | Yoonkook

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Explicit content ahead.
You've been warned.

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Jimin walked with hurried steps, his breath fogging in the chilly air of the Hogwarts dungeons as he made his way toward the seventh floor. The dark corridors of the Slytherin dungeons always felt more oppressive at night, the low-burning torches casting long shadows that danced across the stone walls. He quickened his pace, his mind focused on only one thing: getting to Jungkook.

The castle seemed eerily quiet at this hour, the usual bustling of students absent. Every step Jimin took echoed softly, bouncing off the walls as he ascended staircases, turning corners, and slipping through secret passageways to shave off time. The Fat Lady's portrait was waiting at the end of his climb, and Jimin was already muttering the password under his breath: "Merlin."

By the time he reached the seventh floor, Jimin was breathless, his heart pounding in his chest—not just from the effort, but from the urgency of what he had to do.

Approaching the Fat Lady's portrait, Jimin whispered the password, "Merlin," and watched as she gave him a sleepy nod and swung open, revealing the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. He slipped inside, the warmth of the fire immediately hitting him, the soft crackling filling the silence. No students were in sight as Jimin was heading straight for the boys' dormitories.

Jimin hurried through the Gryffindor common room and ascended the staircase leading to the sixth-year boys' dormitory. His mind raced, the urgency of Yoongi's distress pushing him forward. Yoongi wasn't merely restless—he was awake, whining and crying desperately, calling for Jungkook as if he couldn't bear another moment without him. Jimin had never seen Yoongi in such a state, and it worried him enough to rush through the castle in the early hours.

Reaching Jungkook's door, Jimin hesitated for only a moment before gently pushing it open. The soft snores of his classmates filled the room, but Jimin only had eyes for Jungkook. He crossed the room in silence, crouching beside Jungkook's bed and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Jungkook," he whispered, giving him a gentle shake. "Jungkook, wake up."

Jungkook stirred, blinking groggily as his eyes focused on Jimin in the dim light. "Jimin? What's going on?" His voice was hoarse with sleep, but the concern was immediate.

"It's Yoongi," Jimin said softly, but there was an urgency in his tone that made Jungkook sit up quickly. "He's awake, and he's... he's not okay. He's crying for you, calling out your name, and rolling around in bed helplessly. He's been like that for a while."

Jungkook's expression shifted from confusion to worry in a heartbeat. "Crying? Is he hurt?"

Jimin shook his head with a small, knowing smirk. "No, not hurt, just... desperate for you," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Trust me, you'll understand when you see him. He's all yours for today," he added, standing back to let Jungkook process the information.