Although there were different remedies—ones that involved the use of magic—you could use for a headache, you were still stuck on the habit of using Advil to cure any pain and it just so happened to be that your half-blood friend was too. Grabbing your capsule of Advil, you slipped on your bunny slippers, not bothering to change out of your pajamas and began to make your way to Namjoon's dorm.
You knocked only once before opening the door, shutting it behind you quietly. "You're such a dork, you- What are you doing here?"
Yoongi was sitting on Namjoon's bed when he looked up to meet your questioning gaze. He wasn't dressed in his school uniform, wearing black from head to toe. The sleeves of his sweater were rolled up to his elbow and just the sight had your heart racing. Not wanting to be standing in front of him—especially not when he looked like that and you were dressed in a loose shirt and pajama shorts that had childish hearts all over them—you turned your back to him, hand twisting the door knob...but it didn't budge.
You continued to struggle with the door knob, twisting and pulling it in all sorts of directions. It still didn't budge. With a frustrated cry, you turned back to the Slytherin, who surprisingly seemed to be at a loss of words at the sight of you.
You glared at him. "Unlock the door right now."
Yoongi's eyes widened and he was thankful that he found his voice again. "I-I didn't do that."
"Yeah," you rolled your eyes. "And I'm the heir of Slytherin."
"I'm being serious, [Y/N]."
Your body tensed at the sound of your name coming from his lips and not "gryff." He had only called you by your name once in the five years you've known him and that was when he had expressed his distaste for witches like you. It was then that you realized he was just as surprised as you were, if not more. You kicked at the door, fists pounding violently against it as you cursed yourself for not bringing your wand.
"I'm not letting either of you out until you manage to have a civil conversation!" Namjoon's voice yelled from the other side of the door, confirming your suspicions.
"KIM NAMJOON! IF YOU DON'T OPEN THE DOOR RIGHT NOW, I'M GOING TO TURN ALL YOUR BELONGINGS INTO A PORTKEY!"
"Stop it. You're going to hurt yourself."
"As if you'd care." You shot back but found yourself reluctantly listening to Yoongi. There was no point in trying to get out. It seemed as if the door had been both locked and charmed.
You leaned against the door and let out a tired sigh. "This is all your fault, anyway. Everything is."
"How the hell is this my fault?" Yoongi cried out in disbelief. "I'm not the one who childishly avoided someone for no reason!"
"Oh, so I'm the childish one?" You snapped, anger beginning to boil in your veins. "I had a very valid reason for avoiding you."
Yoongi's ears perked up, suddenly interested in what you had to say. He's been dying to know the reason why. "And that is?"
"As if I'm going to tell you." You scoffed.
"There you go again." Yoongi groaned into his hands. When he finally looked up, your arms were crossed against your chest in defiance. "I'm trying to have a civil conversation with you for once."
You watched with cautious eyes as he stood up, making his way to you in slow, calculated steps. Your body tensed up when he was no more than a foot away from you and not wanting him to step any closer, you finally gave in. "I was avoiding you because I didn't want to see you, alright?"
"Why?"
"Because I'm tired of it all." You confessed quietly, suppressing yourself from adding: I'm tired of having to fight back my new-found feelings for you every time I see you.
"Tired of what?" Yoongi pressed, not satisfied with your answer. He knew by the look in your eyes that there was more to your reasoning.
"I'm tired of wasting my free time in detention and my energy fighting with you."
It wasn't far from the truth. You valued your free time since it was rare for you to have any at all. Most of your time was consumed by rigorously studying, doing homework and Min Yoongi. Believe it or not, bickering with him was mentally exhausting as you always had to have the upper hand and last word. You can't remember the last time you had time to yourself, not even your thoughts because they were also consumed by the sly Slytherin standing in front of you.
Yoongi laughed at your explanation and it was his turn to roll his eyes at you. "Yeah? And who told you to fight with me? You're the one that always starts it."
"It takes a spark to start a fire."
If there was one thing you were confident about, it was this. You never acted without reason, except for that one time during your third year when you compared him to a worm. Every time the two of you would end up in detention it was because he would push you to your limit.
Yes, you were the fire. But Yoongi was the spark that started it all, fanning your flames and keeping you ardent.
"I'm the spark in your life?" A smirk tugged at his lips—the lips that invaded your thoughts and dreams every night. You wondered how they'd feel against yours. If they were soft or smooth or booth and if they'd mold perfectly against your own—
The blood rose to your cheeks before you could stop it and you scowled at him, trying to play it off. You noticed he was slowly getting closer to you.
"I'm tired of fighting with you, too." He spoke, his tone softer than usual.
"Then, it's settled." You said and Yoongi nodded along with you. "Let's agree to never speak to each other again."
"Okay. Wait, what?" Yoongi's expression darkened and he took a few steps toward you, the gap between the two of you growing smaller and smaller. "Do you hate me? Is that it?"
"Maybe, I do." You pouted, pressing your back further against the door and wondering if there was a spell that could make you pass through objects.
"Why?"
"Oh, don't try to act so innocent with me. You'd never associate yourself with someone like me... a filthy little mudblood."
