#ok this is definitely taller than most post dividers but i dunno i thought it was cute

[blinkees]

[gwoongi]

𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗇 ☽ taekook

𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗇 + "𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀" kim taehyung / jeon jeongguk hogwarts au words: 3464

a/n: if you wanna send requests, im taking member/member + member/reader requests for the drabble game, based off this post :-) gonna eventually try and do all of them, but feel free to request one!! ((also jk is wearing platform boots thats why he’s taller ok hes an emo ok leave him alone)) (((also this is not a drabble im sorry)))

Exam season at Hogwarts, like at any school regardless of name and status, was insanely intense. Jeongguk hadn’t noticed it change over the years, because when you’re in first year, and figuring out how to use magic properly and safely for the first time in his life, exams feel like the least important part of going to school. As years roll by, and examinations come and go, Jeongguk finally realises the seriousness of the OWLS exactly one month before, and he swings his bag over his shoulders and leaves the dark Slytherin Common Room to head towards the Great Hall, already knowing that every Ravenclaw in school would be occupying the library.

Not that he had anything against Ravenclaw’s, or even any other house - Jeongguk was seriously sensitive about house stereotypes, but he supposes he has the British Hogwarts Students to thank for those. When South Korea partnered with the school and created a sister school in the mountains of the country, he thought the stereotypes wouldn’t follow. Sadly, when he left the train and was placed into Slytherin, it took him awhile to figure out why his sorted Hufflepuff friends no longer wanted to talk to him in the hallway.

He didn’t mind that much anymore - the Slytherin’s he spent most of his time with were nice, and friendly, and loving like a weird dysfunctional family. The Common Room was his second home in his heart; the green and teals and dark shades of brown comforted him in a way no other room could, and a burning orange fire and recently renovated viewing room, where glass walls and a ceiling viewed the underneath of a giant lake, the mer-people dancing for the students on particularly tiring days, communicating through sign language and perfect pearly smiles. Jeongguk loved being a Slytherin. He didn’t feel like a Slytherin sometimes, or what people expected of a Slytherin, but he liked it. He could roll with it.

The Great Hall was bustling, tables divided into mismatched houses. The sight nearly took his breath away, as he glanced towards the usual Slytherin table and noticed a group of Gryffindor’s occupying the middle section, a few younger Slytherin’s leaning over to their textbooks to mutter the answers to practise potion questions. Exam season was intense, but also incredibly friendly- Jeongguk doesn’t think he’s seen a Gryffindor and Slytherin be this nice to each other since the rumours of Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy, which he honestly didn’t believe.

Keeping his head down, Jeongguk made his way towards the Slytherin table anyway, approaching the very end near the podium of teacher’s seats where it was mostly empty. He sat down, sliding slightly, and tossed his bag over the desk to the other side, preventing anybody from sitting near him. Not that he would have caused a scene about someone sitting there, but Jeongguk preferred to work alone, without distractions. At that, and after pulling out his worn DADA textbook and quill and ink, Jeongguk dug into his jumper pocket and froze, patting ferociously before letting out a quiet groan. Trust him to leave his earphones in the Common Room.

When a boisterous laugh cracked into the silence, Jeongguk winced, turning to glare at a Hufflepuff table across the room. They didn’t notice, or care, and he turned back around, pinching his nose and pulling his hood up around his face.

Jeongguk was about three pages into taking notes from the textbook- because, at this point, how else is he supposed to revise the stuff that his Professor doesn’t teach?-, and he lets out a deep yawn. cracking his neck. As he dips his quill into the bottle of dark ink, Jeongguk writes “How to do this spell,” before slamming down his quill in fury, because someone is getting on his nerves and furiously clicking his Muggle pen over, and over, and over.

Now, he has nothing against Muggles. He likes Muggles. Not that he fits into this category, but there’s a group of Slytherin’s who fantasise about Muggles. Muggles are like a forbidden person, everybody kind of wants to be with one. Jeongguk also likes Muggle inventions, like the radio. But, oh my God, this could quite possibly be the single most annoying sound he has ever heard, and Jeongguk has been through three one-night-stands this year with the “Howler” of Ravenclaw, and trust me, she lives up to her name.

Jeongguk glares over at the boy sitting further down on the Slytherin table; he stares off into space vacantly, his mouth slightly agape, tapping his pen on the wood with obnoxious clicks. He has half a heart to shout, scream, cause a scene- but that’s not him. That’s not Jeongguk, not really. Looking around the room, Jeongguk notices a few heads looking up in the boys direction, frowning, and then looking at Jeongguk, who is honestly the closest person to him. Now he feels obliged to intervene.

He sighs and wipes away spilled ink off the desk, and slightly leans over the table to toss a ball of paper at the boy. Suddenly he flinches and bounces back into reality, looking at Jeongguk and finally registering who he is, his eyes widening and his mouth hanging lower. Honestly, Jeongguk doesn’t really know who he is, only taking notice of his Gryffindor robes and light brown hair.

“Can you, like, stop?” Jeongguk asks quietly. He curses to himself, because that definitely sounded rude. The boy gulps and looks at him, all confused.

“Stop…? What?”

Jeongguk looks at the pen. “The clicking.”

“Oh,” he replies. Then, he stares at the pen as if it’s an alien. “Okay. Sorry.”

He nods, successful, appreciating the apology. And then, when he turns back to his notes and enjoys three minutes of blissful silence, the clicking continues.

At this point, he doesn’t know if the boy knows if he’s even doing it, and he chances another look; he’s definitely spaced out and lost, ignoring his notes and staring right ahead at the Hogwarts crest hanging above the large fireplace. Another boy sits opposite to him on the left, not even paying attention, airpods in his ears. Jeongguk rolls his eyes slightly and clenches his jaw, just as the boy happens to look in Jeongguk’s direction. He doesn’t even stop.

“That’s starting to get annoying,” Jeongguk grits, slightly louder than before. “Like, really fucking annoying.”

The boy opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out, and from across the table, his friend glances up from his own work, the music paused. Several other students look over too, curiously staring at Jeongguk as he stares, confused and irritated, at the Gryffindor.

“I-”

“Are you doing this on purpose?” Jeongguk continues, sounding exasperated. “Can’t you see that we’re all trying to study? Don’t you care?”

“I do-”

“But, as usual, Gryffindor’s do whatever they want to stand out,” Jeongguk huffs, already loading up all of his stuff. He’s already doing it, causing a scene, and a flush reaches his neck underneath his black turtleneck, “and ruin it for everybody else.”

Hastily, he shoves his stuff into his bag and zips it up, already ignoring how the Gryffindor has closed his mouth and raised his brows to speak, starting with a, “Hey!” that dies into silence as Jeongguk collects his things and struts out of the hall, down the corridor towards the Common Room where he thinks it can’t get any worse than what it already is.

“So, you yelled at a Gryffindor.”

From behind him, Yoongi- his Slytherin big brother - sits on the end of his own bed, shoving his cold feet into some woolen grey socks. He glances up through his fringe at Jeongguk as he flops down onto his covers, a groan tearing from his mouth.

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” Yoongi continues, dragging it out. “So what?”

“I didn’t even give him a chance to reply,” Jeongguk sighs, looking at Yoongi as he moves around the room. “Now I look like the douchey Slytherin. Nice one, Guk.”

Yoongi shakes his head. “You’re being hard on yourself. It probably wasn't even that bad. You know, you do this thing where you over analyse every single bit of your life until it becomes a memory that didn’t even happen.”

Jeongguk considers this and closes his eyes with a tight and sharp intake of breath, rolling to face the canopy. He has a habit of doing that - over analysing - thanks to the controlling stereotype of Slytherin’s being the devil incarnate. Truth be told, Jeongguk is probably overly paranoid about conforming to that stereotype, even when sometimes, he naturally slips. Staring up at the canopy, he thinks back to the hall the afternoon before, and the way he looked confused and startled and cute-

No, he wouldn’t go there.

“What even happened?” Yoongi asks, suddenly taking a seat next to Jeongguk’s thighs. “Tell me.”

“I made a scene,” Jeongguk replies, looking up at his friend. “Said to him that him clicking his pen was annoying, and that because he’s a Gryffindor, he’s ruining it for everybody else. I dunno why I even said it, it had nothing to do with his House.”

Yoongi hummed, listening. “Well, he was being annoying. You were honest, Guk, now let it go.”

“But he looked so embarrassed!” Jeongguk groans. “Everyone was looking.”

“Can’t you just...say sorry, then?” Yoongi suggests. “If you’re already super against being a “Slytherin”, then it won’t matter to you if you go up to him and admit you’re in the wrong. Who knows, he might not even care about it.”

At that, Jeongguk scoffs. It’s only him who sticks outside of the box- every other house looks away from him, as if he’s about to present himself as the next Lord Voldemort if they even look him in the eye. Deep down, he knows that the Gryffindor boy probably hates his guts, or is scared of him, or will avoid him and tell his friends about the time Mean Jeon Jeongguk yelled at him for clicking his pen. He clenches his eyes closed, wishing for it to be a bad dream when he opens them.

(It’s not.)

With exams creeping closer every passing day, Jeongguk avoids the hall unless he can help it, and takes a liking to the Room of Requirement, which, thanks to a spell set up by their own headmaster, has now presented itself as a study space for desperate students.

Jeongguk stopped by yesterday, noticing the candlelit tables and parchment rolling itself by a small and roaring fireplace, only a few students present. When he steps in today, it seems fuller, with more students accommodating tables in flocks, their heads down and the sound of firewood being all he can hear. He takes in a deep inhale of the burning smell and takes a seat right near the fire, shrugging off his jacket and laying it on the seat next to him.

He tucks in- his herbology textbook spread out in front of him and his slightly smudged mind-map on the mandrake before him, Jeongguk dips his quill in the ink and is writing when hushed whispers emerge behind him. He doesn’t mind, because it’s not against the law to whisper and talk quietly. In fact, it’s comforting, and he subconsciously listens in.

“...and I don’t know how to do it. I asked Seokjin to help me, but because he’s a mean older brother, he said no.”

“I’d help, Tae, but you know I suck at charms. I suck at everything- that’s why you had to help me with herbology last year.”

Jeongguk insists he’s not totally invested in their conversation, but, honestly, he could use that herbology tutoring, as he glances down at his mind-map and realises he has no idea what any of it means. As he stares, frowning, at his work, he moves to look at the textbook one more time when he freezes. It’s an automatic reaction, his whole body tensing as he hears the faint click of a pen, followed by a series of other erratic and fucking irritating clicks.

Jeongguk snarls to himself, slamming his hand on the table and whipping around the stare behind him, where he sees the back of someone’s head and a boy he recognises sitting opposite. The boy is another Gryffindor, with faded blue hair and wide eyes, staring back at him. Jeongguk looks at him for a moment, and then at the boy in front of him, who sits slouched, with his hand clicking away like it’s nobody’s business. Jeongguk pointedly looks at the other boy once more, pleading, and the Gryffindor instantly looks away, kicking his friend under the table and when he looks at him confused, jerks his head in Jeongguk’s direction.

Jeongguk turns around, fed up. Burying his head in his arm, he continues to work, trying to tune it out. Behind him, both the clicking and the whispering has stopped, and he has half a mind to turn around and see what has happened when movement makes him shudder, a breeze carrying past him as the Gryffindor with a clicking obsession moves out of the room for a moment, heading towards the stacks of shelves. Jeongguk watches as he goes, making note of the way he wears the tightest clothes underneath his robe which has left behind at his desk, and Jeongguk immediately flushes and looks away.

Then he looks back.

The boy sighs, mostly to himself, and reaches up for a book on a higher shelf. Jeongguk silently watches from afar, observing how he jumps on his tippy toes to get a big book that is apparently the wrong one, and Jeongguk’s eyes jump from the book to the boy’s face, to the way his stomach slightly pours from underneath his shirt as he rises. The Slytherin gulps, looking back and forth from his work and the boy, feeling suddenly quite hot.

He swears that when he rises from his seat, a breath hitches from the desk behind him and Jeongguk rolls up his sleeves, striding across the length of the hall to reach the stacks, where the Gryffindor stares at the book and the one he wants. Jeongguk draws closer, not even knowing what he’s going to say when he’s over there. He just knows that it’s now too late to turn away, and when he reaches his side, he takes the book from his hands and reaches up to switch them for him. He can feel the Gryffindor’s eyes on him as he reaches for the second volume that he wanted and hands it to him, taking in his dazed expression.

“This is the one you wanted, right?” Jeongguk asks quietly, pushing the book to him.

The Gryffindor nods dumbly, and opens his mouth; Jeongguk expects a thanks, but instead: “You looked shorter.”

Jeongguk steps back. “What?”

“N-no, I didn’t mean that. Um, thank you, for the book. I-”

“Right.”

“No, fuck, okay,” the Gryffindor hisses, to himself and he recoils at his own voice. “Sorry. For that. And for the pen. And for the book- I mean, thank you for the book, sorry you had to get it for me.”

“Don’t you have any shame?” Jeongguk asks, his voice rather gentle. “With the pen- can’t you see that it’s annoying people?”

“Oh, no, I can see,” they reply easily. “I just have that really weird thing where I can’t stop doing something even when I know that it’s really annoying and today I really didn’t mean it and- well, you don’t care.”

Something about the Gryffindor’s rambling makes Jeongguk’s heart stutter, and without even knowing, a smile spreads over his face. “It’s okay. You can’t help it. I-” Jeongguk sighs, “Look, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. For embarrassing you like that, in front of everybody. I’m not like that, I don’t like doing that. I guess I was just annoyed. I, um. I’m Jeongguk, by the way.”

The Gryffindor takes a well deserved pause, taking everything in. “Taehyung.”

Jeongguk nods. “Well, Taehyung. I hope we’re not on...a bad foot? I just- can’t you just use a quill?”

“I can,” Taehyung replies, “but they’re so messy, and tiring, and it’s so much easier to use this. I grew up around Muggles, okay, it’s habit to use a pen.”

“I get that,” Jeongguk says gently, and when he looks at Taehyung over the frames of his glasses, Taehyung’s breath hitches. “Can’t you use a silencing charm on it, or something? I know that sometimes you have to move your hands- my brother used to do this annoying thing of biting his nails when he had nothing to do with his hands, and eventually, we bought him this weird cream that stopped him doing it. If you’re gonna use a pen, can you not just put a silencing charm on it so we can’t hear it? I know clicking is an instinct, but, it’s really so annoying when that’s all you can hear.”

Taehyung looks back, feeling shy. “You could always use headphones.”

“I come in here so I don’t have to use them,” Jeongguk explains.

“Well, I don’t know how to do that charm. It’s not your average Silencio. I suck at charms. The only thing I’m good at is being annoying and herbology.”

Jeongguk looks at the pen stuffed in Taehyung’s jumper pocket, and eyes it for a few moments before taking it out with two fingers. He observes it closely, fingers it between two and then mutters a small charm, wandless, rendering Taehyung speechless. When he’s done, he turns to click it, and when he does, not a single noise rings out. Jeongguk grins to himself, turning back to Taehyung and passing back the pen.

“There,” he says, satisfied.

“I,” Taehyung starts. “Thank you…How did you....?”

“No problem. In return, I have a favour to ask, though.”

Jeongguk has no idea where this burst of confidence has come from, but he’s learning to roll with it. He grins at Taehyung and cocks his head to the left.

“I need help in herbology,” Jeongguk says, sounding shy himself despite the confident smile. Taehyung’s brows raise behind his fringe. “I suck, and I don’t know what any of it means, and you said so yourself that you’re good at it. All I need help with is the methodology-”

“Why?” Taehyung buts in. “Why would you want me to help? Would you even want me to help, since I’m a Gryff-”

“Wow, don’t judge a book by its cover, Taehyung,” Jeongguk replies, sounding serious through a smile. “Of course. I’m flunking, I need all the help I can get. Would you mind? Helping someone like me?”

Taehyung pretends to think about it, humming and looking idly at the shelves, and then back at Jeongguk. His eyes wander around his face and then up and down his body, and it’s a miracle that Jeongguk suppresses a shudder of excitement.

“I don’t mind playing teacher for a little bit,” Taehyung agrees. “Even if you’re a Slytherin, which means you can’t help but be mean, and ruin it for everyone.”

He barks out a laugh, and Taehyung’s heart leaps. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. True.”

They stand there for a few moments, giggles slipping past their lips as they hide in the stacks. A few students look up for a brief moment and then look back down, not caring enough to search for the lion and the snake in the bookshelves, and it’s only Park Jimin who cares about gaping when the two emerge from the stacks with large smiles, Taehyung with two books in his arms and Jeongguk with his hands in his pockets, walking a foot behind the Gryffindor.

“Did you just pull a Hermione Granger and hook up with a Slytherin right in front of me?” Jimin whispers as Taehyung slides back opposite him. He looks as Jeongguk sits down without even another glance, straightening his back and returning to his work. When he looks back at his best friend, his eyes narrow at his smile widening.

“No,” Taehyung replies, and he falls silent. Jimin looks, knowing there’s more to that story. Taehyung peers up and smirks, “not yet, anyway.”

(Jimin has to stop himself from laughing out loud at that statement, because, even though Taehyung is now living a Hermione life making friends with Slytherin’s, Jimin’s not sure that he can sway him the same way Taehyung did. He almost wants to try and see how far he can push Jeongguk into cracking, but when a second Slytherin with black hair and equally depressing attire meets Jeongguk and joins him at his table, Jimin promptly shuts up and stops looking. It’s round about now that he wishes he had his own clicky pen.)

jeongguk | taehyung