Forget Me Not

Chapter Ten

Jungkook wasn't exactly fond of the courtyard. Too many students, too many nosey eyes and loud voices. Not that the people themselves bothered him, but rather the looks they'd give Tae, Jimin. Sometimes even him.

Rays of sun peered down on them, their group off in the right corner- some first years playing tag in the middle, other upperclassmen huddled around snacking on random sweets. Namjoon said talking here would make them less suspicious, hopefully no one too suspicious would interrupt. Yet the eyes, oh god the eyes- today he could feel them. On him, his arm around Tae's back, robes cinching his waist as he pretends to listen to whatever Jin was saying. He felt them on Tae too, the boy's hair the softest shade of brown, a slytherin sleeved shirt hanging off of him. The other boys in his house weren't very fond of that, but they'd grown accustomed to Taehyung over time.

Today there were also eye's on Yoongi- he wore joggers, a baggy, much too expensive, white t-shirt hanging off his figure. A beanie pulled over his head as he too pretended to listen as well. Stares- he'd been getting them ever since he stormed out of the dinning hall. He had never been one to make a scene, but of course Jungkook had led him to cause one.

"-the array of choices was plenty." Seokjin finished as Jungkook tuned back in, and Yoongi marked something off in his journal- or the quill did. Both objects hovering in front of him as he leaned back against the wall with his arms crossed.

"Did you get cookies?" Tae asked, voice loud enough to make JK wince.

"Uh... yeah, you went with me to grab them," Jungkook hummed, voice monotone.

"Oh, wait," Jimin suddenly intervened. I have a seafood allergy- we don't have any seafood- right? I mean, it would be a little weird bringing fish on a camping trip..."

"Just some fish for the cats." Jin shrugged, "Most of the stuff is not perishable though- we have to be able to carry everything after all. Some stuff folds up in the tent."

Yoongi nodded, eyes closing. Three days ago he was screaming about this, and now he was about to fall asleep. Jungkook resisted the urge not to scoff. He wasn't upset, really, just amused on how someone could be so seemingly bipolar.

So instead of scoffing, he sighed. He really wanted to sit down. Not because his legs hurt or anything, he was just bored of standing.

"Are they the fancy tents?" Hoseok said, much too excited about a tent. "The ones that get bigger on the inside? Like the ones at the World Cup?"

"Yea." Yoongi stood up, "Stole some from Wang." Jimin immediately moved closer to him. Yoongi welcoming him into his arms the way he never had with any of the others. They never said anything, but it did make them upset. Year of being turned down and ignored by Yoongi, all when they had tried so hard to care, only for him to be an ass to them. Then he goes and sucks up Jimin after less than a month of knowing him.

Jungkook can't recall one time Yoongi even fucking smiled at him, much less comforted him. He absently pulled Tae tighter against him.

"Jungkook, Jimin?" Namjoon asked, "How's it going on your end?"

"Got everything on the list. No peanuts for Taehyung,- if peanuts, EpiPen. Hoseok's eczema and asthma meds, and Jin wanted the expensive gauze and not the normal one- and Namjoon, yes, I found the cherry flavored cough syrup- but now I just need to hold onto Jimin's EpiPen if he has one."

"No, I don't, it just makes me itchy if I eat it," Why did Yoongi like that boy so much? What separated him from the rest of the group? He wasn't jealous of Jimin- he didn't want to be Yoongi's boyfriend or anything- to him it just wasn't fair that the boy he had known for a little less than a month was getting more attention in a day than Jungkook had gotten in six years. "But I couldn't find that many plants that were that helpful, so I set out some flowers this morning to dry out so we can make tea."