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A is for Ambition
“Logically speaking, there is no way this is going to end well for either of you,” Namjoon says. “83% chance of throwing up, 98% chance of nausea even if you don’t throw up, 2.3% chance you might actually die.”
“Nobody’s died from eating pizza,” Taehyung says.
“I’d beg to differ. Millions of people die from choking. And trying to cram an entire pizza into your mouth at once drastically increases your chances of choking.”
“I’m sure with your smarty pants Ravenclaw brains you could Accio it out of my throat,” Taehyung says flippantly and Namjoon sighs and says no more.
Jimin sighs. “I can’t stop Taehyung, but I don’t know why you’re playing along with it.”
Jungkook’s eyeing the pizza he will momentarily try to shove into his mouth. “He said I couldn’t do it.”
“You probably can’t.”
“I can if I want to.”
“What are you even trying to get out of this?”
Jungkook's pouting “…He said I couldn't do it.”
“Jeon Jungkook, you child.”
B is for Bludger
Jungkook wakes up groggy and disoriented in the Hospital Wing. When he tries to move his arm though, he realizes someone’s holding his hand. His eyes soften when he sees a head of orange hair laying on his bed, pillowed on his arms, and yet still managing to loosely grasp his hand.
Jungkook uses his other hand to brush softly through the orange mass. It stirs and pushes a bit closer to his hand. A fond smile breaks out across Jungkook’s face.
All of a sudden, Jimin’s head shoots up. “You’re awake!”
“Guess I am,” Jungkook says, trying for joking. “Ow!” Jimin’d smacked his shoulder.
“Stupid! Didn’t you see it coming at you?”
“If I did, I’d have dodged it,” Jungkook grumbles, rubbing at his shoulder. “Is this any way to treat someone who just got hit by a Bludger?”
“Three cracked ribs, possible concussion, do you have any idea how worried I was?” Jimin says angrily. He smacks at Jungkook’s arm again but it’s weaker. “I was so worried. I hate you.” He punctuates every word with another weak smack.
Jungkook’s eyes soften. “I’m sorry.”
Jimin sighs and it’s only then that Jungkook notices guiltily how dark his eyebags are. “Of course you are. You should rest more, I’ll leave.”
“It looks like you’re the one that needs to rest,” Jungkook says gently. “C’mere.”
“You cracked three ribs. You really want to cuddle?” Jimin says even as he climbs onto the bed, Jungkook’s arms coming to wrap around him.
“Past tense cracked. They’re fixed now right?”
“Right,” Jimin says. He’s already drifting off, eyes blinking sleepily. “Stupid bludger. ‘s worried about you. Stupid. Hate you.”
“Mm. Sleep, love.”
C is for Care of Magical Creatures
Jungkook is entirely miffed.
“Aren’t you adorable?” Jimin coos at the stupid…werecat or something, Jungkook doesn’t even know. What he does know is that this werecat that Jimin has to take care of for two weeks for Care of Magical Creatures is stupid and annoying and taking Jimin’s time away from Jungkook.
“Jimin-hyung, help me with Potions?”
Jimin looks up. “Sure thing.” The werecat meows. “Oh, do you need to eat? Gimme a second Jungkook, I gotta go down to the kitchens and get her some meat.”
Jungkook stares as Jimin leaves.
“It’s your fucking fault he doesn’t pay attention to me anymore,” he hisses at the stupid cat.
If a cat could look smug, this fucking werecat does. Jungkook oughtta –
“—oops, I forgot to bring – Jungkook? Why are you glaring at Arryn like that?”
“No. Reason.”
Jimin gives him a weird look. “O…kay, Arryn c’mere. I don’t know what meat you like so you come too and tell me what you want.”
As Jimin carries the stupid werecat towards the door, Jungkook swears to Merlin it fucking smirks at him.
“It is so fucking on,” Jungkook mutters under his breath. “Fucking wait.”
D is for Detention
Of course the fiasco with Sangjoon isn’t just blown away. Jungkook’s slapped with three weeks of detention which he accepts. He’d do it again gladly and he tells Jimin as much when the other boy frets over “ruining his spotless record”.
Detention is boring. He’s forced to help the professors organize their classroom and papers.
What isn’t boring though, is the orange-haired boy waiting outside the door who jumps up when Jungkook gets out of detention, grabbing his hand and pulling him over to the kitchens for “a snack Jungkookie. God knows you deserve it.”
E is for Enemy
“Whoops,” Jungkook says as he “accidentally” steps on the werecat’s tail, eliciting an angry yowl.
“Jungkook,” Jimin admonishes. “Be more caref – Arryn, no!”
--
Jimin carefully dabs at the scratches on Jungkook’s face. “She’s usually so patient with me when I accidentally step on her. She just tangles around your legs and it’s so hard to know where to step but she never reacts like this.”
“Kiss my booboos,” Jungkook says, pouting like a three year old and Jimin gives him a weird look but carefully pecks at the first scratch on Jungkook’s cheek.
Jungkook stares triumphantly at the werecat who narrows its eyes back at him.
Jungkook – 13. Werecat – 12.
F is for Flying
“I don’t know about this,” Jimin says uncertainly. “What if I fall?”
“You won’t,” Jungkook says confidently. “You can hold on to me as tightly as you want.”
Jimin bites his lip. “Okay…oh gosh!”
Jungkook kicks off and they’re up in the air. Jimin squeezes his arms around Jungkook’s middle, face pressed into his back, eyes shut with fear.
“Okay, we’ll just hover here. You wanna look around? The view’s amazing.”
Hesitatingly, Jimin opens his eyes. Oh god, they’re so high up. He shuts them again and shakes his head against Jungkook’s back.
“I won’t let you fall,” Jungkook says gently. “Trust me.”
He won’t let you fall. Jimin takes a deep breath and opens his eyes, pointedly avoiding staring at the ground.
“Wow,” he breathes. The lake glitters in the setting sun, framed by lush greenery. The sky stretches above and around them in pretty pinks and purples. “It’s beautiful.”
--
Jimin’s hair is blowing softly in the wind, face flushed, and eyes sparkling with wonder.
“Beautiful,” Jungkook agrees.
G is for Gorgeous
“AND IT’S IN! 10 POINTS TO SLYTHERIN!”
“Go Yugyeommie!” the girl beside him yells. She turns to her friend. “Ah, isn’t he handsome?”
He’s decent looking, Jimin thinks. But…
“JEON JUNGKOOK JUST WENT INTO A DIVE! DID HE SPOT THE – HE DID! IT’S RIGHT THERE IN HIS HAND, HE’S GOT IT! 150 POINTS AND THE VICTORY TO SLYTHERINNNNNNN!”
Jungkook’s smirking as he dismounts his broom, raising the Snitch up high to the crowd of green and silver that start chanting his name.
Chiseled jawline, dark eyes, soft hair and softer lips.
She could have Yugyeom. Jimin’d gotten the best one.
H is for Hufflepuff
Hufflepuffs are known to be warm and friendly, kind and selfless.
There's a girl, a Gryffindor, that's giving Jungkook chocolates. He watches his boyfriend take the chocolates being shoved into his hand with a confused look on his face.
Before he knows what he's doing, he's stalked over, snatched the box out of Jungkook's hand, and handed it back to the girl, who's so shocked, she takes it back.
"Good game, babe," Jimin says directly to her shocked, incredulous face before grabbing Jungkook's tie and yanking him down into a kiss. It's clumsy at first, more teeth than lips, because Jimin didn't really think about aiming, but Jungkook adjusts for his height, slotting his mouth fully over Jimin's, until the kiss morphs into one of the amazing ones that leave Jimin flushed and dazed.
When they part for air, the Gryffindor is gone.
"Um," Jimin says intelligently when it dawns on him what he's done. "Oh."
Jungkook's mouth stretches into a shit-eating grin. His eyes glow wickedly as he opens his mouth to say something that's going to leave Jimin writhing in embarrassment because both of them know how out-of-character it was for Jimin to --
"So..." Jungkook drawls.
Jimin hurriedly yanks Jungkook down into another kiss.
I is for Intimidating
“You shut your mouth,” Jimin says angrily, fists clenching at his sides. “Or I’ll…”
“You’ll?” The Ravenclaw taunts. “Loyalty me to dea – “
Jimin steps forward as menacingly as he can, but it's been clear from the past few minutes that the Ravenclaw thinks Jimin is far from dangerous. It's the height, Jimin thinks sourly. If he had Jungkook's height --
“…Whatever,” the Ravenclaw says suddenly and Jimin snaps out of his thoughts. There's a nervous expression on the Ravenclaw's face. “Weirdos. I’m out of here.”
Jimin furrows his brow as the Ravenclaw beats a hasty retreat.
“What was that? Why did he go?” he asks, turning to Jungkook.
Jungkook shrugs. “Maybe you scared him off.”
--
Alone in the common room, Minhyuk shivers at the memory of the tall, dark Slytherin standing behind the Hufflepuff, eyes dark as pitch with a terrifyingly bright smile as he slowly dragged a finger across his neck.
J is for Jinx (and Jealousy)
“What’re you studying?”
“Defense Against the Dark Arts.”
“Hm.”
“Yoongi-hyung?”
“Mm?”
“What kinds of jinxes work on werecats?”
“…What?”
--
((“You’re competing against a werecat? That is the stupidest thing you have ever said to me Jeon and you once told me 5 times 2 was twenty. Slytherins are competitive but this? The werecat is Jimin’s homework. You are his boyfriend.”
“It’s the devil, hyung, I swear to god it’s just there to keep Jimin from paying attention to me.”
“You’re delusional and I’m going to bed.”))
K is for Kisses
Jungkook likes to sneak up on Jimin and grab him around the waist just to hear Jimin squeak before turning around and gently kissing the tip of his cute, button nose in an obligatory apology and because the way Jimin flushes, all pleased and happily embarrassed is extremely adorable.
Sometimes Jimin will do it back and the way Jungkook’s face suddenly flames red, all flustered stuttering in contrast to his usual cool, confident appearance, makes Jimin giggle because it is entirely too funny.
L is for Long Distance
“Cell phone?”
“Yes, Jungkook.”
“What does it do?”
“You can call me over the summer so we can talk.”
“Even though we’ll be in different places?”
“Yeah, that’s how cell phones work. Much faster than owls and letters.”
Jungkook’s staring at the little device in his hand in awe.
Jimin kind of regrets giving it to him because his sleep schedule is so messed up from the late night talks they get up to. Only kind of because it’s only when he can hear Jungkook’s voice In his ear that some of the hollow ache of I miss you feels a little less hollow.
M is for Muggle
“So you’re a wizard too?”
“Yes, sir.”
Jungkook is entirely too rigid.
“You don’t have to call me sir, son. Just…be comfortable.”
“Yes, si – Yes.”
Jimin’s father looks at his wife who shrugs at him. Is this really the person Jimin likes? He seems uncomfortable talking to them and he’d pick up and examine the weirdest things in the house, asking what they were called. He’d gotten scared when the microwave beeped. He’s not sure he wants to leave his son in the care of someone who doesn’t know how to operate a microwave.
“Jungkookie~” Jimin grins, crashing into Jungkook’s lap who catches him with arms around his waist.
The smile that transforms Jungkook’s face when he sees Jimin is like nothing Jimin’s parents have ever seen before. Soft and warm and so incredibly tender and gentle.
“I think our Jiminnie will be in good hands,” his wife whispers to him and Jimin’s father nods in agreement.
They can work on the microwave problem later.
N is for Nature
Jimin was born a lover, not a fighter. He's sunshine and daisies and warmth and he's also more difficult to hold back than Jungkook had thought.
“Shh, baby, it’s okay,” Jungkook murmurs in Jimin’s ear. Jimin’s seething, fighting Jungkook's grip on his waist. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Coward,” the Gryffindor sneers at Jungkook, who barely hears him. In fact, he had barely heard whatever insult he'd been called that was the start of this whole mess. “Getting your boyfriend to fight your fights for you – “
Jungkook is much taller and broader and stronger than his boyfriend and to this day, he has no idea how Jimin managed to break free and launch himself at the other boy with a snarl.
O is for Obsessed
Of all of their friends, Yoongi is probably the one who's happiest about Jimin and Jungkook finally getting together. No more late nights listening to Jungkook gush about the orange haired fanboy of his he doesn't know the name of and "his poster today was so pretty, hyung" or "he looks so small, hyung...how tall do you think he is? I bet if I hugged him I could tuck his head under my chin."
Yoongi gets to relax in his bed to complete, non-disgusting silence because Jungkook is out of their dorm and sleeping over at the Hufflepuff dorm...
"What are you doing here."
Jungkook's almost pouting as he mumbles "Jimin said he needed to do homework."
"And why are you not there keeping him company?" Yoongi can't quite keep the hint of hysteria out of his voice because no.
Jungkook sighs. "He said I'm too distracting."
He pauses and looks at Yoongi.
"I just can't help it. He's so cute and I just want to pick him up and swing him around? Or kiss his head. Or his fingers. Or any part of him really. I don't know. He was trying to act angry at me so I'd finally leave but he just ended up looking really cute and --"
Yoongi falls back onto the pillow with a groan.
P is for Poster
Jungkook stares at the poster with giant letters that spell out his name.
“Looks like you’ve got a fan,” Yugyeom teases and Jungkook barely hears, too caught up in looking at it. He’s never had a fan before. Never had admirers.
The poster’s amazing. Gorgeous.
What’s more gorgeous is the boy holding it and Jungkook returns his focus to the field when Madame Hooch starts talking.
His heart’s pounding in his chest and it’s with a kind of not-yet-processed numbness that Jungkook thinks not all of it is due to pre-game adrenaline.
Q is for Quidditch
One day, Jungkook is going to be the best Seeker in the world.
Hundreds of thousands of people will chant his name in a stadium built to hold an entire country of wizards.
Jungkook still only looks for a head of orange hair, tiny fingers clutching a poster with his name on it.
R is for Riddikulus
Jimin is only just leaving class when he’s suddenly swept up into a tight hug.
“J-Jungkook?” he asks, voice muffled in Jungkook’s chest. “Wh…?” He trails off when he realizes Jungkook is shaking and so he stays silent and wraps his own arms around Jungkook’s waist.
Jungkook lets out a tiny noise of relief and Jimin strokes gently down his back, wondering what’d happened. Jungkook usually appeared so cold and aloof in public. It was only when he was alone with Jimin that his more vulnerable side came out. But he wasn’t alone with Jimin now. They were in the middle of a packed school hallway.
Somehow they shift from Jungkook holding Jimin to Jimin holding Jungkook as the taller boy slumps in his arms, burying his face in Jimin’s neck.
“It’s okay, everything’s okay,” Jimin murmurs even though he has no idea what happened, and Jungkook exhales a shuddering sigh.
--
Later after dinner, when Jungkook’s calmed down, Jimin asks him what’d happened.
Jungkook purses his lips, unwilling to tell him, and Jimin has to coax him a little bit.
“Boggart,” is all he says before lapsing into silence, and Jimin doesn’t push anymore but wonders if Jungkook’s greatest fear has something to do with him.
S is for Slytherin
Slytherins are known for being ambitious and crafty, using any means to get to the ends they want to achieve.
“You were the one who replaced the professor’s Pumpkin Pasties with Puking Pasties?”
“It was actually Peeves.”
“But you bribed Peeves to do it.”
“It’s our anniversary, babe, I had to get out of class somehow.”
T is for Ticklish
It’s only an experimental poke to Jungkook’s side but Jungkook squeaks and almost falls off the couch.
“J…ungkook?” Jimin asks, eyes wide. There’s a moment of silence. “Are you…ticklish?”
“No,” Jungkook says, too quickly to be true and Jimin’s smile widens into something wicked and entirely un-Hufflepuff-like. It makes Jungkook scoot back a little, something even more un-Slytherin-like.
“Awww Jungkookie c’mere~”
“Stay away!”
U is for Up
Jimin is small and impossibly tiny and adorable and sometimes Jungkook can’t help but lift him up in the air to kiss him silly and Jimin will complain about stupid, tall Slytherins and how his legs are dangling, but he still returns Jungkook’s kisses with the same amount of fervor.
V is for Victory
If Jungkook ever titled his story of how he and Jimin’d gotten together, he’d title it “More Victorious Than Winning the Quidditch Cup” because he could win the Quidditch Cup every year for the rest of his life but it pales in comparison to the joy he gets when he sees Park Jimin smile at him.
W is for Whipped
It feels like his face is burning from that one particular spot because everyone keeps staring at it. Jungkook ignores them all.
"That's...not yours, is it?" Namjoon blinks when Jungkook sits down at the Hufflepuff table. "No offense, you just... don't seem like the type."
"It's Jimin's," Jungkook says.
"Ah, that makes a lot more sense," Namjoon says. "You feeling a bit embarrassed?"
Jungkook scowls at his potatoes. "It's not a big deal."
"You know, it's not going to hurt his feelings or anything if you take it off. In fact, it might save you some weird stares."
"It's okay," Jungkook says, scratching at the pink Hello Kitty bandaid on his cheek. "Jimin put it on for me so it's gonna stay there."
X is for X-mas
Ten pricked fingers, five trash cans of thread, and one hundred and fifty hours of stress later and Jungkook’s clutching the tiny stuffed bear he’s made in his hand.
It’s ugly. Really ugly. Lopsided smile, crooked eyes, and terrible, terrible sewing job.
He can’t give this to Jimin. Jimin only deserves the best and this is anything but.
What else could he get him, though? Jimin doesn’t seem the type to want designer clothes or rare books or jewelry. Jungkook sighs.
--
“What do you think Jimin would want for Christmas?” Jungkook asks Taehyung.
“Anything handmade really,” Taehyung says. “He’s into that sentimental kind of stuff.”
Well that’s unhelpful because that was the same conclusion Jungkook had reached before he’d totally fucked up his bear.
--
He’d thought and thought and he’s come up with nothing. So it’s with a heavy heart and apologies galore waiting on the tip of his tongue that he shyly presents his ugly bear to Jimin.
Jimin stares at it, silent, and Jungkook begins to panic.
“I know it’s ugly but I really tried – you know what, never mind. I don’t have any excuses. It just sucks and you deserve better than this honestly. I’ll just look for something else – “
“I love it.”
Jungkook pauses, looking at Jimin. His boyfriend’s eyes are wide and…are those tears?
“Jimin-hyung?”
“It’s for me right? You made this for me?”
“Y-Yeah.” Jimin reaches his hands out and Jungkook deposits the bear in them, wondering what in the world Jimin is seeing in this bear that he’s looking so reverently at it. Are they even seeing the same bear?
He’s so caught up in his thoughts he only barely manages to catch Jimin in his arms when the boy throws himself at him, burying his face in Jungkook’s chest.
“I love it I love it I love it. Thank you so much Kookie. You’re the best.”
“I…I am?” Jungkook’s utterly confused but it doesn’t matter because Jimin’s hugging the bear to himself and burying his nose in its fur.
--
“Oh god, what is that?” Taehyung asks. “It looks like a mutant bear.”
Jimin gasps, offended. “How dare you! Shh, he didn’t mean it Kookie,” he coos at the bear.
“Kookie?”
“Jungkook made him for me. Isn’t he beautiful?”
“It’s kinda ugly.”
Taehyung immediately regrets his words when Jimin’s eyes narrow.
“Ow! Fuck, I’m sorry! Stop hitting me!”
Y is for “Yeah no.”
“I’m going to miss her,” Jimin says sadly. “But werecats were meant for the wild.”
“Good fucking riddance,” Jungkook mutters under his breath.
“What if she doesn’t assimilate into the wild though?” Jimin says worriedly. “I’ve probably spoiled her too much. I heard most of the other students just let theirs roam free.”
Jungkook does not like where this is going.
“Maybe we could adopt her!”
“Yeah, no.”
“But Jungkookie – “ Jungkook leans down and presses his lips to Jimin’s to shut him up.
Their score is currently at Jungkook 32, Werecat 30 and Jungkook plans to keep it that way.
((Jimin makes little pleased noises into the kiss and well, maybe Jungkook can change it to Jungkook 33, Werecat 30))
Z is for Zero
“If you had a time-turner, what would you do with it?”
Jungkook thinks a bit. Jimin looks up at him upside-down from where he’s leaning against Jungkook’s chest.
“I don’t think I’d use it.”
“Not even one turn?”
“What’s an hour going to do? If anything, I’ll use my second self to spend more time with you and you’d be sick of me in a day.”
Jimin secretly thinks that he wouldn't mind but doesn't say anything.
“You could turn it a million times and maybe go back and meet Dumbledore?”
Jungkook wrinkles his nose. “Nah. Who knows what kind of history I’ll fuck up if I go that far back.” He taps Jimin’s nose. “And I’m not fucking with anything that might lead to me not meeting you.”