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Cloak | Namjoon

🔞❕warnings; obscene language and the objectifying of the female body.

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The dining room was your least favorite place in Hogwarts, and there was no arguing it.

You yawn tiredly, resting your cheek on your clenched fist, picking boredly at your food.

"I strongly dislike all of them." Your friend, (f/n) says to you as she takes a bite out of her desert.

   Wait, it was already desert?

   "Who?" You ask obliviously, taking a slow breath.

    "The seven of them." She says, referring to the seven boys across the dining hall. Occassionally, they'd throw something, or point at someone.

    "They're breaking the rules by sitting together." You observe.

    It was true. The seven troublemakers of your year; Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Kim Namjoon, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook.

   Everyone knew to stay away from them.

   "How, because they're in different houses?"

    "Because the professors know to keep them seperated. And they're in different houses. Seokjin and Taehyung were Hufflepuff, Yoongi and Jungkook were Slytherin, Hoseok and Namjoon Ravenclaw, and Jimin was the only Gryffindor.

   Yet, they were always together. All collectively taking points from all four houses.

    "Namjoon's nice." You say, staring at the tall male. His eyes flicker towards you, sharing some unknown emotion, before darting back to the others.

    "Are you saying you--" you friend grows suspicious.

    "I--um. Well, Seokjin and Taehyung are also very nice. But when they're all together, it's mayhem." You cover up. Your friend stares at you for a bit, but decides to drop the topic. "I have to go to the library. See you for dinner?" You gather your thinks, disregarding your untouched food.

    She nods, waving to you, as you stand and exit the dining hall. You speedwalk to the library, immediately relishing in the quiet comfort of the secluded room.

   Immediately, you pull of your cloak and sweater, taking a breath as you were left in your tie and white uniform shirt.

   You never really cared for the sweater and cloak. Too many layers at once, you thought. In your first year at Hogwarts, you made sure to be one-hundred percent perfect. Always having your skirt low, your clothes clean. But as the years went on, now in your final year, you had begun taking certain shortcuts. You always pulled your skirt up too high, leaving it just a bit higher than your knees.

   Since you were the head of your class, no one particularly cared.

   Except a certain group of troublemakers.

   They used to call you names, when you first arrived to Hogwarts. Flat and skinny, among them.

    And then you grew up.

    And so did they.

    "(Y/n)?" A voice calls into the abandoned library. You turn, peeking towards the door over a bookshelf.

    "Namjoon?" You whisper back. Almost instantaneously, loud footsteps speedwalk towards you.

   Namjoon appears around the corner, eyes lighting up as he saw you sitting on a window seat, cloak and sweater in hand.

    He takes a long step, immediately leaning over and capturing your lips in his. You kiss back instantly, savoring the taste of mint on his lips.

    Namjoon was the first to pull away. He plops down across from you, tangling your legs together to fit his lanky body onto the rather cramped window seat.

    "Jimin and Jungkook were talking about you in the dining hall today." Namjoon confides.

     "Only good things, I imagine." You say sarcastically.  

     "Only things about how much you've grown up. I almost strangled Jungkook." Namjoon admits, voice still laced with the territorial side of him.

     "Awe. Did you get jealous?" You tease.

     "No. I got territorial. Huge difference."  Namjoon rolls his eyes.

     "You're adorable." You say, laughing.

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    3.) im like, really good at cooking italian food.

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