Jikook - Bewitched

Chapter 6

"Earth to Jungkook?" Jungkook's eyes shot at Professor sprout and he gave her a small, apologetic smile, asking her to repeat the question, "I wanted to know which two potions are the most significant use for Lavender?"

Clearing his throat Jungkook answered immediately: "Sleeping Draught and the Fire-breathing potion, Professor."

"Very well!" Professor Sprout clapped excitedly and Jungkook could feel a few envious eyes on his figure, "That's five points for Ravenclaw!"

As soon as Jungkook was sure that the woman's attention wasn't on him any longer, he allowed himself to dive back into his own thoughts, playing absentmindedly with the small blooms of Lavender in his hands. It had only been four days since Jimin had been sent to Azkaban but to Jungkook, it felt like ages had passed since he had last locked eyes with the beautiful Slytherin and felt his warm touch. He didn't even dare to imagine how long it must have felt for Jimin himself. The questions that darted around in Jungkook's head about how Jimin might be holding up in the magical prison made his heart ache and he quickly pushed them down before they could escalate too much.

He had barely talked to Yoongi and Taehyung after they had returned from the ministry of magic. Right after they had stepped through the portal, Jungkook had lost consciousness and only remembered that he woke up in the hospital wing next. Taehyung had sat by his bedside, asleep at first. But just when Jungkook had stirred awake, the Hufflepuff had done the same and immediately handed him a glass of water and some pills. Afterwards he had explained that Yoongi had carried Jungkook to the hospital wing and left right after. The Slytherin hadn't explained his sudden disappearance but Jungkook didn't care greatly for it anyways. Yoongi probably needed some time for himself, considering that his very best friend had just gotten a ticket to Azkaban. If there was someone who could relate perfectly, it was Jungkook.

The next days had been filled with heartaches, sleepless nights and tears that had stained his pillow. Instead of getting better, Jungkook felt the longing and pain that Jimin's absence caused inside of him, grow with every passing, lonely day. Whenever he had the chance, he would lock himself up in his dorm and cry his heart out or just sit around silently and conjure small pictures with his wand that displayed his own memories of Jimin's blinding eye-smile. He knew that he merely pressed salt into his wounds by doing so but he just couldn't help himself.

A gentle nudge against his elbow pulled Jungkook back out of his thoughts again and he looked next to himself to find Yugyeom throwing him a worried glance, "Hey man, you good? You've been absolutely out of it the last days. Even more than usually. I was surprised you could even answer the question."

"Thanks for your trust Yug." Jungkook replied, trying to sound amused but being fully aware that his tone was just bitter, "There's been a lot going on lately. I'm just a bit overwhelmed, I guess."

"Hm, I see. Well, if you ever feel like talking, you know I'm here." Yugyeom answered and Jungkook felt a thankful wave of warmth wash over his exhausted heart.

He thanked Yugyeom after class and then made his way towards the great hall, where he would meet Taehyung for lunch. All the while he kept his eyes open, in case he'd come to see Yoongi somewhere. After the time that had passed, Jungkook slowly but surely started to get worried. Sure, him and Yoongi had had a few misunderstandings but they were still friends and Jungkook owed his life to Yoongi one way or another. He could have sworn that the Slytherin had grown at least a little fond of him as well, so expecting as much as a meeting every now and then seemed arguably appropriate.

Heaving a loud sigh, Jungkook dropped himself down at one of the long tables in the great hall, waiting for Taehyung in patience. He wasn't feeling hungry at all but after two days without eating, he had been forced to promise Taehyung that he at least had some lunch with him every day. And promises were promises.