Forget Me Not

Chapter Eleven

"Hoseok is the distraction." He said, siding up against a wall and dropping to his knees. He and Jungkook were the quietest, therefore, they now stood right outside their common room. Or kneed, technically, as Yoongi dug around for the aforementioned Hufflepuffs Invisibility cloak. Jungkook watched, face stoic and shoulders squared. "Wand?" he asked. Yoongi's own wand in the waistline of his joggers, hidden by the back part of his unbuttoned flannel.

              "Check," Jungkook nodded, patting the waistband of his own track pants. "Your boyfriend still asleep in there? Or did he go back to his own room?"

    "Jin." Yoongi responded dryly. Grabbing the silver item from his army bag before zipping it back up. He paused,- just to collect himself, before throwing his bag over his shoulder. "Get closer." He ordered, tossing half the item over himself,- body vanishing.

              "I can't even see you now," Jungkook scoffed, but shuffled closer anyways. "Why me? Why didn't you just do this with your boyfriend? You don't even like being around the rest of us,- you two could have done this on your own."

    Yoongi frowned, knowing the younger couldn't see him. He hated that, hated that someone he himself saw as a brother didn't even think Yoongi wanted to be around him. How? Really, Yoongi did do his best. Putting all his effort into gifts, helped whenever he knew he could,- he didn't do well with emotions, and so sometimes he knew he could be cold, but he really did love them. He just sighed, throwing the cloak over the younger's shoulder. "That isn't true."

    Jungkook disappeared, and Yoongi blindly pulled out his wand, the darkness of the dungeon halls hiding everything in pitch darkness, "Lumos." he muttered,- the feeling of magic draining his energy more noticeable than usual. In worry of Jimin, Yoongi hasn't slept in two days. Watching the boy carefully, waking him when he began to shuffle a bit too much to be peaceful. "Walk carefully."

  "Yeah, no shit," Jungkook scoffed quietly. "You never even say anything remotely nice to me- couldn't you at least say please next time?"

    He hadn't been trying to be rude,-he bit his lip to hold back in stupid sounds of hurt. Instead, He began to move forward. The shuffle of their feet the loudest noise as they climbed the steps, past the Huffepuff rooms, up to the first floor.

    "Nothing? That works too."

    "More light, please." He said in response, sticking the tip of his wand out of the cloak to better light the stone corridors. He heard no noise aside from their breathing, and began to move again, approaching another set of stairs.

              "So," Jungkook muttered lowly, taking a deep breath. "Why don't you talk much? Tae said you told Jimin, but none of us."

    Now? Really? After five fucking years, Jungkook chooses now to ask? After assuming Yoongi was a asshole for their entire friendship, he decides a fucking sneaking around the school at night mission was the best time to ask? Yoongi swallowed hard, stepping up slowly. Even better, JK deserved an explanation. Better than what he told Jimin about 'Not liking to.'

Not that it wasn't true, he didn't, but he wasn't about to tell the boy everything about himself the first time they actually spoke.

    "Kinda." he said, "He asked." He said, not really trying to dodge the question, just hold it off for a moment.

             "I asked before too, you know," Yoongi could practically hear Jungkook roll his eyes. "Yet even now, when being confronted, you are only speaking in three worded sentences."

    "When?" Yoongi stopped, turning around to face the empty air where Jungkook stood. He could recall almost every conversation they had ever had,- the important ones at least, and not once does he remember him asking.