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hobeemin · 3 years

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Dark Charms

◽ Genre/AU: Fantasy, Romance, Smut, Fluff (if you squint), Magic AU, e2l AU, Harry Potter AU

◽ Pairing: 🐍Slytherin!Jeon Jungkook x 🦁Gryffindor!(f) Reader

◽ Rating: 18+

◽ Warning(s): language, light misogyny, rivals, usual Slytherin & Gryffindor tension, slight Noona kink, light dom/sub dynamic, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, breathplay, spanking, fingering, dirty talk, protected sex, penetrative sex, rough sex, breast play/nipple play, voyeurism/exhibitionist, solo masturbation (m and f), aftercare

◽ Word Count: 9.2k

◽ Credits and Shout outs:

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@nottodayjjk T^T thank you for looking this over! I didn’t think it be such a huge fic. ily 💜💜💜

◽ A/N: Another commission, I’m pleased to write. It was a fun challenge to do bringing two of my favorite things together. Thank you @millie-ionaire05 for the request 💜💜

To @jin-the-middle I hope you enjoy this fic dear!!! Millie is a great friend!

◽ Taglist: @kittaebrat @agustdjoon @wwilloww

Two words: Jeon Jungkook. She watched with interest as he soared effortlessly across the sky, wind whipping his long black hair about as he practiced Quidditch. The emerald green robes he adorned only made him stand out. She could see his mouth moving as the team worked on their maneuverability. As their coach, he only strived for the best. He knew his legacy was at stake once he graduated. Jungkook could have quickly gone pro; at least five teams scouted him during his time at Hogwarts. Yet, he decided to return to further his education.

Since the International Confederation of Wizards Summit four years earlier, the heads of the magical schools determined that they should stand together. It was announced that any magical student could choose to continue their education further after their seven years were completed. Like the non-magical educational system of higher learning, an international magical ‘university’ was created. The best place to house this new university? Hogwarts. And on the fifteenth anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts, the new school was created.

Y/N decided after her years at Ilvermorny she would transfer to Hogwarts and further her career as an Auror. Seeing as Harry Potter had led the department for years. Also, Minerva McGonagall was someone she held in high esteem. What better way to learn than to score an apprenticeship with one of the most accomplished witches and wizards of her time. Y/N worked hard, and soon enough, she received her owl in the post congratulating her on entrance into magical university.

The first few months took some getting used to, especially since she had to go through the sorting ceremony once again. She’d been sorted in Gryffindor, not to much surprise. At Ilvermorny, she had been in the Thunderbird house. Still, it was a nice change of pace. If she had to admit, there had been a bit of culture shock. Luckily she made some friends in the various houses that helped her adjust to the new environment. One, in particular, Kim Namjoon, a studious Ravenclaw, would have also joined the university. He aimed for a spot on the Hogwarts staff as the new professor of Transfiguration. He had been able to secure the TA position for the class. As the TA, he was given more responsibilities since a new professor hadn’t been hired yet. He hoped McGonagall would just give him the job as she was already stretching her duties thin with overseeing his lessons and being the current Headmistress of both schools.

Namjoon walked out of Transfiguration only to be stopped by a few third-year students asking for advice on the recent assignment about Animagi and he politely answered each and every one. Once he was able to move away, Namjoon strolled over to Y/N; his eyes followed her line of sight with a knowing smirk.

“Jungkook catching your attention again?”

She sputtered, jumping at his sudden appearance next to her. Clutching her books, she slapped his arm playfully. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack, Joon?!”

He tried dodging her hit with a laugh, his dimples deepening as he grinned. “I couldn’t help it. Your face was priceless, just staring out at the Quidditch field.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as they began to walk towards the Great Hall. “Now you’re teasing.”

“Listen, after being in class with third years, making sure they don’t cause havoc or blow anything up, I need a break.”

Y/N hummed in understanding as they reached the enormous double doors and found a nice spot to chat. Namjoon settled on the wooden bench and poured them both a healthy portion of pumpkin juice.

“So,” he began, only pausing to sip his drink. “I’ve got some inside info that might interest you.”

“Oh?” she looked over the brim of her goblet, interest sparkling in her eyes. “Spill it, Joon.”

He adjusted his glasses with a smirk. “There may be a spot opening for an apprenticeship at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.”

Y/N almost spit her juice out. “Are you serious? Joon, you better not be lying!”

He put his hands up with a laugh. “I swear it’s true. McGonagall told me when I was handing in some homework, I graded.”

“T-This is amazing! I’ve been waiting for a chance to get in. I–”

“However–”

Y/N’s shoulders slumped. She didn’t like where this was going. “What? What’s the catch?”

“No catch. You just have to get the job as the T.A. for Defense Against the Dark Arts,” he explained.

Crap.

Just then, loud noises erupted from the entrance of the Great Hall. It seemed the Slytherin Quidditch team had just ended practice. They filed in, talking and laughing. Jungkook was pulling up the rear and walking over with them to their table. They passed the Y/N and Namjoon’s table. Jungkook lifted his head and gave a short wave to Namjoon while ignoring her completely. The realization dawned on her. It was common knowledge that Jungkook loved Defense Against the Dark Arts. It was almost obsessive. It was even said his dueling skills almost rivaled Dumbledore’s.

She bristled at his cold shoulder as he continued to pass. Namjoon chuckled, shaking his head.

“Did he just ignore you?”

“Yeah, I guess he did,” she said with a huff, cursing quietly under her breath. “He’s gonna apply, isn’t he?” she mumbled.

“You know he is, Y/N. You should do it too. You’re quite the competition. You won’t know until you try,” he mused.

And he was right. What did she have to lose really?

---

Y/N sat in the library, glancing over the rolls of parchment splayed out before her. This application was certainly thorough. She read to herself quietly, wanting to take it all in before beginning to write. Quill in hand, she studied the questions carefully. This application was going to determine how her career would go. Madam Pince lurked as she lit the candles as the library darkened. Once she realized Y/N wasn’t up to any good. She went and watched a group of fifth years attempting to get into the restricted section.

A rustling came from her left and Y/N paused, quill still in hand. Lo and behold Jeon Jungkook had entered the library. Messenger bag over his shoulder, he looked around for any available tables. Alas, only one seemed preoccupied with just one person: Y/N. He frowned slightly, walking over hesitantly. He pointed to the empty chair across from her.

“Mind if I sit?”

Y/N blushed looking up at him but nodded. Jungkook sank into the chair pulling multiple scrolls out of his bag. Quill in hand, he began writing diligently. Y/N couldn’t help but stare as he looked so focused while working. The candlelight flickered softly on the tattoos etched across his hand. She blushed going back to her own work, but couldn’t help seeking quick glances at him. This was probably the first she ever was this close to him and the view did not disappoint.

Jungkook felt eyes on him as he tried to ignore Y/N while he wrote. if he had his way he would have worked in his dorm, but Jimin had decided that tonight, he wanted some alone time with his girlfriend. He didn’t want to hear them going at it while he laid in the next bed over. Annoyed that Y/N was still staring, Jungkook slammed his quill down making her almost jump in her chair. A loud hush came from across the library as Madam Pince shot him a warning look.

“What are you looking at?”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. What was with his attitude? She brushed it aside and decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. After all, they really hadn’t gotten to know each other up to this point.

“What are you working on?”

Jungkook lifted his brow, eyes going back to the parchment. “Why do you want to know?”

Y/N looked taken aback by his comment. He seemed annoyed by her question. In reality, he was. Jungkook tried to keep his distance from Y/N most of the time. Ever since she had come to Hogwarts, she rubbed him the wrong way. Y/N beat him in almost every academic way. It irritated him to no end. Jungkook was the ideal student. They didn’t call him the Golden Snake for nothing. But with her there, he had to work a bit harder at his grades trying to surpass her scores. It only led him to be stressed and annoyed the majority of the time. Taking his frustrations to the Quidditch field.

She bit down on her bottom lip feeling intimidated all of a sudden. “N-No reason. I was just curious.”

Jungkook snorted, glancing down at the parchment. “Not that it would interest you, but there’s this apprenticeship I’m applying for.”

Her eyes widened as they darted from one scroll to the next. “What’s the apprenticeship?”

Jungkook sighed heavily as he set his quill down. He gave a stare making her avoid his gaze. “The Department of Magical Law Enforcement.”

“The one that includes the T.A. for Defense Against the Dark Arts?”

Jungkook’s face twisted into a heavy scowl. “Don’t tell me you’re applying for it as well.”

Y/N sat up straighter trying to give off a vibe of confidence. “Yes. Yes, I am.”

Jungkook stood up gathering his things with a sneer. “Doubt you’ll get it, Y/N. I’ve worked my ass off all these years for this opportunity. You think you can worm your way into being the best student? Well, think again.”

Her jaw dropped in shock at this revelation as Jungkook stormed out of the library earning a stern glare from Madam Pince.

---

“Wait, I’m confused. He said that to you?”

Y/N forked at the shepherd’s pie and nodded sadly. “I-I didn’t know he felt that way about me. I mean, we’re pretty evenly matched in grades.”

Park Jimin, another Slytherin took a seat next to Namjoon giving them both a wave. “You’ve seen how he is with Quidditch. Of course, he’s super competitive. You kind of messed up his streak Y/N.”

“But did he have to be so rude about it?”

Jimin shrugged, stealing one of the sausages from Namjoon’s plate much to his displeasure. “Who knows what goes through his mind. All I know is that he sees you as a threat and considers you his rival.”

Y/N’s lips pouted as she pushed her plate aside. “But I did nothing wrong.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Jimin stated. “You’re on his list now.”

Namjoon shook his head in disbelief, reaching over to pat her hand comfortingly. “It’s going to be alright, Y/N. Do your best. The committee knows how hard you work. You’ll definitely get the position.”

---

Y/N read over the instructions of the sleeping draught before getting the necessary ingredients. Muttering to herself, she walked over to the Potions supply closet to grab what she needed.

“Lavender, where are you?”

Her eyes scanned the shelves looking for the purple sprigs. She lit up once she saw them peeking behind an extra mortar and pestle. Standing on her tiptoes, Y/N tried to reach for them only for a hand to shoot in front of her to grab them. The intricate ink patterns on the fingers could only belong to one person. Jeon Jungkook. She sighed as he pulled the lavender off the shelf giving her the tiniest acknowledgment. He turned to walk away when she grabbed the sleeve of his robe.

“Um, that was mine first, Jungkook.”

He froze, whirling around to give her a cold stare. “Does it have your name on it?”

Y/N flinched slightly under his intense gaze. “N-No, but–”

“B-But,” he mimicked mockingly. With a snort, he turned back on his heel. “You can have it when I'm done with it.”

Her eyes blinked in surprise. She watched his retreating form going over to the table with the rest of his Slytherin buddies. She grabbed the Valerian sprigs and walked back into the classroom. Throat tightening, she tried to keep her composure as she made her way back to her table. He knew she couldn’t start the Sleeping Draught without the lavender. It took awhile to make the paste. Her eyes cast over to him as he took his sweet time pulling the lavender out and making a show of taking out each sprig slowly. Her face felt hot as she watched him chatting and laughing with his friends. Once she knew he wasn’t planning on giving them back, her face darkened with anger. All her reasoning going out the window. She grabbed something out of one of the bowls and stomped angrily over to his table, fist balled. Before she knew it, Y/N smacked him across the face with the flobberworm mucus and snatched the lavender from his hands.

She shook it in his face, her cheeks puffing with anger. “Don’t be so full of yourself, Jungkook! Just cause you’re popular doesn’t mean you can be an asshole!”

The classroom grew silent. Jungkook could have caught a frog in its mouth with how far it opened. The runny mucus dripped down his face as he stared at her, mouth ajar. Y/N realized all the attention was on her as the silence filled the room. Her cheeks flushed deeply and she stepped back just as Professor Slughorn waddled in quite perplexed about what was going on. She turned around staring at them as her lip trembled.

“May I be excused?”

He nodded and Y/N ran out without another word. Jungkook bit down on his lower lip as he watched her runoff. Trying to wipe off the mucus and save face.

---

“Yer okay, Y/N?”

She looked up to see Hagrid standing there with Fang. The large hound bounced over demanding pets and hugs. Y/N chuckled scratching behind his ears earning her a lick across the face. Hagrid laughed taking a seat on a tree stump as Fang laid his head across her lap.

“What brings ya out ‘er, Y/N?”

“Oh, just wanted some air,” she answered evasively.

Hagrid raised his brow and tutted. “Looks like tears I see.”

She sniffed patting Fang’s head gently. “Was a little upset during Potions? Jungkook–”

“Ah, Jungkook eh? Blimey, good flyer. A lil full of himself but pleasant. You don’t like ‘em?”

“It’s...I don’t know. He’s been mean to me for no reason.”

“Ah I see,” Hagrid stroked his beard deep in thought. “Could mean he fancies yer.”

“What?” Y/N gawked at the older man in disbelief. “I don’t think so, Hagrid. He’s made it very clear he doesn’t like me.”

The groundskeeper shrugged with a smile. “In my experience, that means a boy like ya.”

Y/N glanced down at Fang shaking her head. “I doubt it, Fang. He doesn’t like me. He can’t stand to be around me.”

Hagrid stood and Fang bounced up going to stand at his heels. “Hope ta see yer later at dinner, Y/N. Keep yer head up. Ya gonna git that apprenticeship for sure. Yer a hard worker.”

She tried not to sniff at Hagrid’s kind words. “T-Thanks, Hagrid.” She stood up wiping her robes. “I better get back inside. They probably already told McGonagall about me walking out of class.”

“Yer be fine. See ya later.”

She waved to the groundskeeper as she walked back to the castle. Just as she approached the entrance hall. A familiar voice rang out on the stairs.

“Y/L/N!”

Y/N stopped in her tracks. The Headmistress was standing at the top of the stairs, arms crossed over her chest, and her famous stern look across her face.

“Er...yes Professor?”

“Come with me, please,” McGonagall turned on her heel and walked away. Y/N felt more eyes on her as she followed her up the stairs. A few groups murmured to themselves in curiosity making the young woman even more unsure of her fate.

They arrived at the gargoyle and McGonagall waited for Y/N to catch up.

“Sugar quill,” the Headmistress replied.

The gargoyle sprung to life and jumped to the side letting them pass. Many scenarios passed through her mind. Why was she taken to the Headmistress's office? Was it because of her stunt in Potions? Did she forget to do any duties in the dorm? Y/N’s anxiety shot through the roof. It didn’t help that McGonagall was always discrete. HI :3

“P-Professor?”

“Yes, Y/L/N?”

Y/N wrung her hands nervously biting her lip. “I didn’t mean to do it. I-I was just so angry and–”

McGonagall rounded on her giving her a strange stare. “What on earth are you talking about, Y/L/N?”

She stared back at McGonagall curiously. “I-I’m in trouble?”

The Headmistress sighed, shaking her head slowly. “No. I brought you here to speak about the apprenticeship.” She gestured towards the other person in the room whom Y/N finally noticed. Jungkook sat in one of the armchairs, eyes avoiding her. “Jeon is also here as well. Have a seat.”

Y/N plopped down in the chair adjacent to Jungkook and looked forward as McGonagall sat at her desk. In the portrait above her desk, Albus Dumbledore was snoring quietly, sleeping in the picture. The other previous Headmasters and Headmistresses watched with interest. Jungkook seemed confused just as much as Y/N was.

“Professor, why are we here?”

McGonagall sighed, drumming her fingers on the aged desk. “I suppose I should reveal why you’re here. You both applied for the apprenticeship for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Correct?”

The two students nodded in unison.

“You were aware only one would be chosen as well.”

“Yes,” Y/N answered growing anxious.

Jungkook mirrored her expression giving a small grunt in response.

A ghost of a smirk appeared on McGonagall’s face as her eyes met each of theirs in return. “I am pleased to inform you that the board was so impressed that they wanted you both to do the apprenticeship.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped in shock. Jungkook’s eyes widened making him look like a terrified bunny. McGonagall raised her brow as her lips thinned in slight annoyance. “Well, don’t be happy all at once.”

Jungkook blinked a few times letting out a soft chuckle. “Wow! I’m speechless. T-Thank you, Professor.”

Y/N bobbed her head eagerly. “Yes. This is a wonderful opportunity.”

“Yes, it is,” McGonagall replied before getting up to stand in front of the desk. “You both will leave for London at the end of the week. You will have room and board at the Leaky Cauldron during your stay and meet with the Department heads at the Ministry of Magic.”

She pulled out two envelopes and handed them to the both of them to look over. “Everything is covered in the letter. What you need to bring, what they expect from you while there, and even dress code,” she explained. “I’ve already contacted the Heads of your houses. They are aware and have made the necessary preparations. When you return, you both will be the TAs for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class and run the dueling club. Congratulations to you both once more.”

McGonagall cracked a rare smile. “I’m very proud of you two. Make sure you speak with the Heads of your houses before you leave on Saturday.”

They both nodded as they left the office. Jungkook stuffed the envelope in his robes and stood awkwardly in the hall as Y/N turned in the direction of Gryffindor Tower. He scuffed his shoe against the cobblestone floor trying to think of something to say.

“Y/N–”

“Y/N!”

Namjoon ran up to her, his smile bright on his face. “I just heard the news! Congrats!”

“Jeez, how fast does news travel around here?” Jungkook muttered.

Namjoon wrapped Y/N in a hug, lifting her off the ground. She squealed as he spun her around. She laughed, giving him a soft punch in the arm. “Don’t be a dork. How’d you find out?”

Namjoon was about to answer when his and Jungkook’s eyes met. He gave the younger male a nod of acknowledgment before steering Y/N away. Jungkook watched them momentarily before heading back to the Slytherin common room, a dark expression on his face. “You know Slughorn doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut. Especially when it’s about someone in his house. He wouldn’t shut up about Jungkook.”

Y/N giggled. “Of course.”

Namjoon dropped his voice, pulling her off to the side. “Are you okay? I heard about what happened in Potions class.”

She let out an exasperated sound. “Now how did you figure that out?”

“Hagrid and Hoseok.”

“Figures,” she muttered with a frown, then shrugging with a sigh. “I’m fine if that’s what you’re concerned about. I let my emotions get the best of me. He made me so angry and I never did anything to begin with. I just…I don’t know, saw red.”

“Good for you. Sometimes he needs to get off his high horse. Jimin said he didn’t stop cursing after class ended. But he seemed fine back there.”

“Yeah, he didn’t say much. The real test will be when we leave for London,” she mused.

“I admit I’m jealous. This is a great opportunity, but I’m proud of you,” the dimpled man gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. “I knew you could do it.”

Y/N wrapped him in a warm side hug. “Thanks, Joon. I appreciate your support.”

“How about we go to Hogsmeade and celebrate? Three Broomsticks? My treat,” he offered.

“Oh, I don’t know, Joon–”

“For the first time, I’m offering up some fun. C’mon, it will be fun. Hoseok and Taehyung are coming.”

Y/N sighed in defeat. “Okay. Okay. I’ll go.”

---

She was thankful for her friends. Going out with them lifted her spirits and got rid of her jitters. Before she knew it, Saturday was already there. Y/N lugged her suitcase down the stairs of the Entrance Hall. They were only staying in London for a week, but she wanted to be prepared. Jungkook appeared next to her, his Quidditch team in tow. He groaned with a smirk.

“It’s only for a week. But you all better practice. I don’t want any slacking going on while I’m away. I have my way of knowing if it's true.”

Namjoon walked out of the Great Hall, books in hand. He ran over giving Y/N a quick hug. “Good luck, Y/N. I’m happy I got to say goodbye before class.”

“Where’s everyone else?”

Namjoon snorted out a laugh. “Hungover. You know Hoseok and Taehyung can’t hold their drinks. That mulled mead knocked them on their asses.”

Y/N burst into laughter. “I almost forgot that! Why’d they order that?” She snorted in between giggles.

Hagrid appeared at the double doors. He would be escorting the two of them to the train station. Y/N gave Namjoon a tiny smile. “That’s my cue. I’ll see you in a week.”

Namjoon winked before rustling her hair. “Knock 'em stupefied, Y/N.”

She nodded as Hagrid grabbed her suitcase and she followed after him. Jungkook waved to his group bringing up the rear.

They reached the train station in Hogsmeade with some time to spare. Hagrid assisted Y/N with getting her suitcase on board. He turned to Jungkook and clapped his hand on his back making the young male’s knees buckle.

“Best ‘o luck to yer. Take care.”

Jungkook, shaky from almost falling over, nodded slowly as he got on the train. Y/N gave Hagrid a warm smile. “Thanks, Hagrid. See you soon.”

Even though the train wasn’t full of students - as it would usually be -, it was still packed with people heading into London. Unfortunately, everyone seemed in sour moods for the most part. Another security measure was put in place per the Ministry's orders. Witches and wizards could not apparate into the Ministry or use the Floo network. Even after Voldemort’s take-over of the magical offices, people were still nervous. Some Death Eaters still hadn’t been caught. Y/N found Jungkook easily and entered the compartment taking a seat opposite him. He ignored her, choosing to read during their journey. That suited her just fine. She pulled her notes out and scanned them over.

The train ride remained quiet. It wasn’t until the food trolley lady came by.

“Anything off the carts, dears?” She smiled at them, putting the brake on the cart.

Jungkoook raised his hand and took out a few Sickles. “I’ll take a few Cauldron Cakes.”

To Y/N’s surprise, he jerked his chin towards her. “Do you want anything?”

Luckily he couldn’t catch the blush from under her freckles. “I’d like a Pumpkin Pasty, please.”

The trolley witch nodded and began to hum getting their treats together. Jungkook handed her a few more Sickles. “May I also have some Chocolate Frogs, Crystallized pineapple, and some Sugar Quills?”

Y/N watched in wonder as he was given an armload of sweets. Jungkook seemed happy as he settled into the seat with his snacks, munching away on a piece of the pineapple. She snorted out a giggle causing him to stare up at her.

“What’s so funny?”

Y/N put away her notes to unwrap her pumpkin pasty, nibbling on a corner. “I don’t know...it’s just...you’re athletic. I figured you to be into healthy foods.”

He shrugged, giving a ghost of a smirk. “I’ve always had a sweet tooth. Something me and my mom would do together. She’d take me to the candy store every Sunday and I’d get to pick a treat.” The look of fondness crossed his face. As if looking at Y/N for the first time, he let his walls crumble a bit. “You know I’m a Muggle-born?”

That was shocking. Y/N blinked a few times in surprise. “Wha–really?”

Jungkook nodded settling into his seat, now taking a chocolate frog out of the box. “Mhmm. Was quite a shock to my parents, but they’re supportive.”

“That’s...that’s good,” Y/N replied. “My parents are your average witch and wizard. Nothing much to speak about. Dad and mom were in the MACUSA as Aurors.”

Jungkook’s signature doe look appeared on his face. “Oh wow. How was that growing up?”

“Too many babysitters,” she joked. “Still, they made sure to greet me each year when I came home from school.” She shrugged looking out the window. “I guess that’s why I want their approval. I wanted to learn from the best. See where it had started.”

Jungkook hummed quietly in understanding. The car grew silent as they both got lost in their thoughts. Jungkook surprised Y/N. Behind that cocky athlete facade, he wasn’t that bad of a person. Learning more about him made her attraction to him rise significantly. Of course, she wouldn’t share that with him.

Jungkook snuck a glance at Y/N as she watched the scenery go by. It was weird. In the short amount of time talking to her, he didn’t think she was that bad. In fact, she was similar to him in a way. Both ambitious in their goals and at being the best. Sure, he’d been a jerk to her, but maybe they could move past it.

The last two hours passed by quickly and the Hogwarts Express pulled into King’s Cross Station. The whistle blew loudly signaling that the train had come to a complete stop. Jungkook rose grabbing his duffel bag with a grin.

“Guess we’re here.”

Y/N quickly gathered her things, standing up. “Wasn’t a long trip at all.”

Jungkook chuckled lightly. “Next time, I'll tell the Professor we should apparate.”

Y/N snorted as Jungkook moved to the side to let her pass. “I’d love to see her face when you ask.”

Jungkook shook his head with a look of horror. “On second thought, bad idea. I don’t want to be on the opposite end of her temper.”

They laughed reaching the stairs of the train, Jungkook softly placed his hand on her lower back guiding her off the train. An electric current ran up her spine, making Y/N gasp softly. The initial contact covered her face in a deep shade of red. Jungkook grabbed both their suitcases and they wheeled them to the Leaky Cauldron. The innkeeper, Hannah Abbott, stood at the bar, waving before wiping her hands and stepping forward.

“Hello! I was getting worried you hadn’t arrived yet. Let me take you up to your rooms.”

They followed her up the stairs and Hannah assigned room three to Y/N and room four to Jungkook. Their bags were placed into their respective rooms.

“When you finish freshening up, there’s a message for you down at the pub,” Hannah called as she walked down the stairs.

Y/N walked back inside her room and began to unpack. Though they were only staying a week, she overpacked a bit. Besides one set of her robes, she put a few outfits away.

As if I’ll be going anywhere but the Ministry.

Still, it was nice not to wear a school uniform for a bit, although they were more lenient on the older students. After changing into a simple pair of jeans and a sweater shirt, Y/N walked down the stairs. Jungkook was already seated at the bar. He turned his chair in her direction waving her over. Y/N closed the space between them, taking the seat adjacent to him. Hannah finished with another customer and pulled an envelope out of her apron pocket. She handed it to Jungkook with a grin.

“For you both.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Abbott.”

“Please, call me Hannah. None of the missus stuff. We have a formal title in the family, we don't need anymore. Speaking of which, how is my dear husband?”

“Professor Longbottom is good. I spoke to him before I left.”

“Good. Good. He should be home soon,” Hannah stated. “Well, got people to serve. Just call me if you need anything.”

Y/N leaned over Jungkook’s shoulder as he opened the note and read it to herself.

“Greetings to Jeon Jungkook and Y/L/N Y/N. We are pleased you have arrived in London safely and are excited to start your apprenticeship. Enjoy your weekend in London and we will see you bright and early Monday morning at 9 am sharp. Cheers.”

Jungkook folded the letter and gave a smile. “I guess we can enjoy ourselves until Monday.”

“I guess so,” Y/N mused. While it was nice the department was giving them some free time, she wanted to go to the Ministry and get started. But who was she to complain?

Jungkook lifted his arms stretching as Y/N took notice that his stomach peeked out from under the hoodie he wore. “I think I’m gonna head to Broomstix. They have a new model out I’m dying to see.”

“Oh okay,” Y/N said looking around the pub with interest.

Jungkook bit his lip staring at her. “Would you like to go with me? I know broomsticks might be boring to you–”

“No,” Y/N slipped off her stool with a reassuring smile. “I’d like to tag along. I’ve only been to Diagon Alley one time to get supplies. Usually, I just get it sent straight to Hogwarts.”

“Oh cool. And maybe we can get some ice cream,” he suggested as they walked out the back entrance to the alleyway.

“That would be nice,” she answered with a soft smile.

He turned to her with a quiet smile only to trip on some debris. Y/N held back a giggle as he fumbled around trying to save face. He pulled his wand out and tapped the bricks in their order above the dustbin.

“Three up, two across,” he muttered.

There was a slight rumble as the bricks shifted and formed an archway for them to walk through. Y/N looked around in amazement. It still made her heart hammer the same it did the first time she visited. She was fairly surprised Jungkook took her by the hand as they walked down the cobblestone walkway.

“Don’t wanna lose you in the crowd,” he responded.

She simply nodded as they weaved through the crowds. They made it to Broomstix in record time. The chimes on the door rang gently as they stepped in. The young male’s eyes lit up at the sight of all the brooms around the shop. He ran over to one in a glass case, almost bouncing on his heels.

“That’s the Yajirushi! Used in the 2014 Quidditch World Cup!” He sighed in awe. “I never thought it would come here!”

“That’s just a prototype,” the shop owner spoke up. “They won’t release it internationally until next year,” he said bitterly.

Jungkook’s face twisted into a pout and he whined softly. “I’ll just have to go buy one when I’m back home,” he reasoned. Y/N looked around at the Firebolts on the wall. “Did you go to Mahoutokoro School of Magic?” she asked curiously.

“Not at all. But I wanted to train with their team. Best around,” he answered.

“I’m surprised you didn’t go pro after you graduated. You’re super talented, Jungkook,” she replied honestly.

Their eyes met as he gazed at her bashfully. Y/N blushed as she averted her eyes. “I mean you’re not bad...for a Slytherin.”

He grinned, tucking his hair behind his ear. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” He went over to the broom servicing kits. “I’ll just buy a few kits for the moment. Maybe I’ll talk my folks into getting a new broom for next year.” He paid and they walked further down the street, looking at different gadgets and supplies.

Y/N stared at the animals in the storefront. One owl especially caught her eye, but she willed herself away. Maybe in the future.

Soon they were sitting at a table at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. Y/N studied the portrait of Florean on the wall above the ice freezer. Still a mystery of what happened to him during the Second Wizarding War. At least a friend of his kept the ice cream parlor in business.

“Do you wanna share or get our own?” Jungkook asked.

“You want to share?” Y/N gave him an incredulous look.

He shrugged looking at the menu. “We haven’t eaten a real meal yet. Don’t wanna spoil it, I guess.”

“Um, sure. I like anything except mint chocolate.”

Jungkook clutched his heart in horror. “You don’t like mint chocolate?! The inhumanity,” he giggled, shaking his head. “Alright, I’ll get something we both like.”

He returned moments later with a large sundae with chocolate and raspberry flavored ice cream and chopped nuts with tons of whipped cream and cherries. Her eyes widened in surprise.

“Jungkook, this is huge!”

He winked, grabbing a spoon. “I hope you can keep up.”

Y/N raised her brow and took a spoon from him. “You underestimate me, Jeon Jungkook.”

---

Jungkook stared in awe at Y/N as she finished off the remainder of the sundae. She placed the spoon in the dish daintily and smiled at him.

“That was delicious.”

“Holy–” he sat back, amusement on his face. “I’m impressed.”

“I bet you are,” she teased.

He chuckled softly with a nod. “Seriously never seen a girl–”

“Woman,” she corrected.

His doe eyes grew large. “Sorry–woman. I’ve never seen a woman eat that much before.”

Y/N waved the comment off with a smirk. “Told ya you underestimated me.”

“That I did,” he murmured, more to himself than her. He looked out the window noticing the sun begin to set. “Wanna head back to the Leaky Cauldron? Maybe have dinner later?”

You could have knocked her over with a broom. She blinked a few times at him. “Y-You mean like a date?”

Jungkook’s face turned flush as he darted his eyes around. “A date? Um...no. Just dinner and hanging out.”

“Hanging out,” she echoed. She nodded after a moment. “Sounds good. Meet around 7?” It was harmless. Two people becoming better acquainted.

“That works for me,” he answered.

They walked back to the inn and went their separate ways back to their rooms. Y/N spent her time resting before dinner, while Jungkook read a book about Quidditch.

Seven o’clock rolled around quickly. Y/N decided to wear one of her simple dresses to dinner. She tugged at the hem that reached just above her knee. It wasn’t a date, but she could still dress up a bit. As she walked out of her room, Jungkook also was exiting his. His mouth dropped slightly as he stared. The subtle perfume she wore invaded his nostrils all of a sudden.

He let out a shuddered breath. “Um wow.”

Y/N’s self-consciousness took over immediately. She glanced down at her ballet flats nervously. “Uh...shall we go to dinner?”

He bobbed his head gulping softly. “Yeah, let’s get a table.”

They walked down the stairs and located a free table in the corner of the pub. Hannah came over to take their drink orders once they had settled in. Professor Longbottom waved to them from the bar, butterbeer in hand.

“Drinks for you dears?”

“I’ll take a Firewhiskey,” Jungkook replied, glancing at Y/N.

“Oh, uh, I'll take one as well,” she said.

Hannah nodded as she went to retrieve their drinks. Jungkook glanced over the menu already knowing what he would get. “You know what you’re gonna eat?”

“The steak and kidney pie,” she said.

“You like that too?”

“It’s the specialty and delicious,” Y/N replied with a smile.

“True.”

Hannah dropped their fiery tankards off with a warm smile. “Drink, you dears. Whatcha gonna have to eat?”

“Two steak and kidney pies,” he ordered politely.

“Coming right up.”

Jungkook held his tankard up, the drink as the flames danced on the surface. “Let’s toast to new beginnings.”

Y/N nodded in agreement as the tankards clinked against each other and they each took a long swallow. Smoke bellowed from their ears making them laugh. The warmth of the drink washed over Y/N as she relaxed making her grow bold. She hiccuped softly as she looked across the table at Jungkook.

“Why were you so rude to me before?”

Jungkook choked on his drink almost letting it dribble on his shirt. He gave her a perplexed look. Y/N snorted as she took another sip.

“Don’t play ignorant, Jungkook. You know how much of a jerk you were to me at Hogwarts.”

A sense of dread crossed his face. He knew he had it coming. The guilt eating away at his insides. He set his tankard down before making eye contact with her.

“You’re right, Y/N. My behavior wasn’t cool at all. You got every right to hate me. I deserve it. I shouldn’t have gotten so competitive with you.”

“Why the need to be rude about it?”

Jungkook brushed his hair off his face as Y/N took note of his undercut. She couldn’t stop her attraction to him growing. Maybe it was the fire whiskey.

“I-I don’t know. Maybe I considered you a threat. I had to work even harder to be on top. Plus with that Kim guy–”

Y/N’s eyelashes fluttered as she stared at him blankly. “Kim guy? There’s like three. You have to be specific.”

“Uh–”

“There’s the Gryffindor Kim, Ravenclaw Kim, and Hufflepuff Kim,” she explained.

“Which one wears the glasses and teaches Transfiguration?” he asked, tilting his head.

“Ah...that’s Ravenclaw Kim, er Namjoon,” she answered, a frown following after. “Why? What does Namjoon have to do with anything?”

By this time Hannah served them their dinner. Jungkook picked at his pie, taking small bites. “Well...I don’t know. He seems cool. Are you both dating?”

Y/N nearly dropped her forkful of pie into her lap. She shot him a look before breaking out in a laugh. It caused her to snort softly as she got her composure together. Once she settled down, she wiped her eyes of the stray tears and focused her attention back on him.

“Not that it is any of your business, but Namjoon is one of my closest friends at Hogwarts.”

He hummed, shoveling more pie past his lips as their table grew silent. That was an unusual question to answer. If Jungkook wanted to say something, he should have come right out and said it. Holding things back wasn’t something he did, especially with how outspoken he’d been with her back at school. Y/N chalked it up to him being tired. It had been a long day for them both.

The rest of the dinner went smoothly minus that odd point in the middle. Jungkook offered to pay for their meals ignoring Y/N’s protest. He simply shrugged as he handed off a couple of Galleons to Hannah and wished her good night.

“C’mon, I’ll walk you back to your room,” he said holding out his hand.

Y/N bit down on her lip, shaking her head. “That’s not necessary, Jungkook. I can walk myself–”

“Listen, just let me do it. My mom would have a cow if she found out I let a woman walk to her room alone. Shoot she might kill for the way I acted,” he said, regret evident in his voice.

Y/N gave a reluctant nod and took his hand into hers. She noted how warm it was. It made her feel safe for some reason. They climbed the stairs and Jungkook led her to her room. Y/N removed her hand from his, making his chest clench at the loss of contact.

“Um, thanks for walking me back to my room,” she blurted out as the silence between them became too uncomfortable.

“You’re welcome,” he murmured.

Y/N noticed how close Jungkook had gotten to her. She gulped softly staring up at him. Sleeves pulled back, the ink traveled up his right arm, flexing from his muscles. Jungkook placed his hand against the door, not caging her in, but enough to give her space if she asked.

“Am I making you nervous, Y/N?”

“What if I said yes?”

He bit his lip before pulling it back into a smirk. He used his free hand to wrap her hair behind her ear. “You don’t need to be. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, but if I don’t kiss you right now, I’m going to regret not taking this chance.”

Again, if it wasn’t for her back on the door, Y/N would have fallen over. He wanted to kiss her?! She whimpered softly making Jungkook whine at the noise. His body tingled all over. All he wanted was to be near her. When she placed her palms flat on his chest letting them travel up to grip his broad shoulders, he knew his feelings were being reciprocated. Jungkook bent down, hair falling over his forehead as he brushed his lips gently against hers.

It was a test to see if she wanted to continue. Y/N felt the pull as his lips parted from hers. She caught herself leaning in more. Jungkook smiled down at her, his thumb caressing her cheek.

“I’m a fool to not have done that sooner.” He nuzzled against her cheek, his lips ghosting her neck, making her throat hitch. He tugged on her earlobe with the gentlest of nibbles. “I am gonna kiss you again. Is that okay?”

“Y-Yes. Please do, Kookie.”

He beamed glancing into her eyes. “First time you used my nickname.” His voice lowered an octave. “Keep using it, Y/N.”

“Alright...Kookie.”

He held back a moan, relishing it. “You make it sound sexy.” He clenched her waist, pulling her closer to his chest. “I need to get you alone. Now.” He lifted her chin to stare at him. “But before we start, can I call you Noona?” he asked shyly.

“What does it mean?” Y/N asked.

“A term guys use for older women,” he answered, placing soft, short kisses on her lips. “I find you incredibly sexy for being older than me.”

She nodded wordlessly as he led them to his door. Before Y/N knew it, they were in his room, door locked and sitting on his bed. He swallowed deeply making his Adam’s apple bob in his throat nervously. He leaned towards her, his hand resting on her thigh.

“This okay?”

She appreciated him asking with each step, but Y/N wanted nothing more than for him to just throw her onto the mattress and take her right then and there. Yes, she liked Jungkook. It was almost too scary how their attraction for each other just exploded at once.

“Y-You can take the lead, Kookie. I’m okay with it,” she whispered.

Jungkook hummed in understanding, taking a deep breath. His eyes hardened slightly as he let the lust overtake him. He grabbed the back of her head, tugging on her hair, and brought her lips against his. The kiss nearly knocked the wind out of her. Y/N grabbed the front of his shirt, fearful she’d fall off the bed. Jungkook gripped her waist with his free hand, it roamed along her curves and a guttural moan formed deep in his throat. They broke apart for air and Jungkook kissed along her jaw to her neck, nibbling as went. Y/N squirmed against him, whimpering softly at the sensation. She bit her lip as he traveled lower to her collar bone, snaking his tongue along there leaving feverish kisses in his path.

“You taste delicious, Noona,” he cooed against her skin.

As he pulled away, his pupils were blown out from being aroused. “I-I always wanted to see how you would touch yourself. See what makes you feel good and fall apart,” he confessed.

Y/N let out a noise like a soft purr. She nodded as she got off the bed slipping the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Once she shimmed out of the top part, the rest fell to the floor in a heap. He let out a sharp breath as he watched her bare her sensual body to them. Though she wore her undergarments, it was enough visual for his cock to strain in his jeans. She stepped out of the dress and got back onto the bed. Jungkook assisted with arranging the pillows so she’d be comfortable. Once she had settled against the pillows, with Jungkook sitting at the edge of the bed, Y/N began to caress her skin starting at her neck. Jungkook let out what sounded similar to a snort. Her hands slid down to her breasts still confined in the simple cotton bra she wore. Her nipples strained against the plain fabric. She circled one with her index finger, letting out a hiss as she pinched it, tugging it with light pressure.

Her head tilted back as she thought of her hands as Jungkook’s hands roaming her body. She bit down on her bottom lip until playing with her breast wasn’t enough. Her hand slid over her panties, rubbing through the material as she felt her clit, already swollen and throbbing. Jungkook’s eyes never left her movements. He noticed the wet patch between her legs. His erection almost painful by now. She barely touched herself and he was a total mess.

He licked his lips nervously wanting her to show him more. He needed it. Craved it.

Y/N slid her panties to the side, groaning as the cool air made contact with her sex. Her slick making her slit glistens under the candlelight lighting up the room. Jungkook whined like a man starved. He didn’t know how long he’d last. As she flicked her clit, her hips bucked forward. Y/N cried out as she drew small circles around it, teasing herself. Her body growing warm with each touch.

“T-Touch yourself, please,” she requested him.

Jungkook wasted no time undressing. As he removed his shirt, she noticed more tattoos on his chest and torso. Y/N suppressed another moan as her other hand tweaked her nipple. Fuck, he was a gorgeous man, unlike anyone, she’d ever met. His hard cock strained against the boxers he wore. Grunting, he slipped them off getting into a kneeling position as he fisted his shaft in hand. Red, veiny, girthy, and lengthy, Y/N was nervous about the events that would take place. Would he be too much for her to handle?

Jungkook glanced down at his dick and smirked. “It’s okay, Noona. I’ll go easy on you.”

She shivered in eager anticipation. He started stroking his length, watching as she placed a finger at her entrance. Jungkook bit back on his teeth, making his jaw clench. Y/N slid the finger in with a low moan. She found her rhythm easily, hips moving in tandem with how she pumped her finger in her cunt.

“C-Can you add another?” Jungkook asked, his voice strained. He needed her to be warmed up before he had his turn. She bobbed her head adding another finger inside, keening at the stretch. Little by little her body grew accustomed and her whimpers grew louder. That too familiar feeling formed in her abdomen as the pulse grew. Y/N threw her head back.

“K-Kookie! I-I’m gonna–”

“Go ahead,” he urged through gritted teeth. “Please, Noona.”

At those words, she cried out, body shaking from the force of her orgasm. Jungkook stopped his own pleasure to move next to her, kissing her forehead, now damp with sweat. He brushed the hair off her face, murmuring words of praise.

“You looked so sexy cumming, Noona,” he crooned. “I almost lost it just from the faces you made.”

She blushed looking away as he grinned. “Don’t be ashamed. It was beautiful. You were beautiful.”

He bent down capturing her lips in a kiss, tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth. “Still here? Or sensitive?”

Y/N rested her head against the pillows, still in a daze from her own release. “J-Just a moment.”

“Need some water?”

She shook her head. “N-No, I’m fine.”

She gathered her thoughts as she regained her strength. Surprisingly it didn’t take long for the needy feeling to return. Her insatiable appetite yet to be filled. Her nail dragged down Jungkook’s chiseled abs making him freeze. His eyes darted down.

“Kookie,” she mewled. “I-I want you.”

He let out a hiss sitting up as he grabbed her by her thighs bringing her close to him. “Anything my Noona wishes,” he growled low.

Her body buzzed with anticipation. Jungkook reached for his wand, waving it towards the nightstand as a few small foil packets appeared. He smirked, taking one, tearing it off, and retrieving the condom to secure it on his cock. Still quite erect, he glanced down at her tilting his head side to the side.

“On your knees,” he ordered, his eyes hardening.

Y/N did as she was told, the mattress giving in. Jungkook licked his lips as he stared at her ass swaying in the air. “Have you ever been spanked?”

She shook her head the best she could.

“Would you like to try? If you don’t like it, I won’t try it again.”

“You can try it,” she answered honestly.

His hand swatted one side of her cheek followed by rubbing the aroused spot. Y/N jerked forward as she felt her muscles clench. She gritted her teeth as she leaned into the touch.

“Good?”

“Again, please, Kookie.”

“Fuck,” he moaned darkly.

He treated the other side of her supple bottom to another swat, rubbing the spot. They continued a few more until he realized how turned on she was getting just from that.

He needed her. Wanted to be joined with. Feel her wrap around him.

Jungkook flipped his hair back as he tugged her panties to the side.

“Ohhh, Noona,” he whimpered. The head of his cock dragged along her slit coating the condom in her arousal. Y/N almost tensed until Jungkook’s free hand moved up to her breasts, removing one for the confines to grope.

He took his time sliding in, almost losing it at the vice grip she held around him. Pinching and playing with her nipples calmed her down so she wasn’t tense.

They let out a collective moan once he bottomed out.

“You don’t know how bad I want to ruin you right now,” he whispered huskily.

“D-Do it, Kookie. Just do it,” she cried out.

Jungkook dug his fingers into her skin as his hips began to move, snapping back and forth as the sounds of their lovemaking filled the room. Y/N gripped the pillows, biting one as her body jerked from the movements. Jungkook was in absolute euphoria. Y/N was not like anyone he’d met before. His lust for her began to turn to genuine infatuation. Y/N could feel her orgasm building more and more and very quickly. Her cunt quivered around Jungkook’s cock, making the young male lurch forward. His hand combed into her hair, pulling her up from the pillows. He turned her head to face him placing a sloppy kiss on her lips.

“We’re cumming together, Y/N. Do you hear me?”

Exhilaration covered her face as she cooed in response. Jungkook pulled them upright sitting in a kneeling position with her in his lap, back against his chest. He moved her hips slowly, grinding against her as he moved her hand down to her clit.

“Touch yourself,” he softly groaned against her neck, kissing along it.

Y/N rubbed furiously wanting nothing more than to cum with Jungkook. He growled as he held back watching her pleasure herself. Just as Y/N threw her head back, Jungkook captured her lips in a kiss muffling her cries as her hips convulsed. His orgasm joined her as they rode them out together.

Y/N grew limp in his arms from the sheer force and with care, he removed himself from her, propping her against the pillows. He kissed her forehead, nose, and lips before standing up. “Be right back.”

He shuffled off to the restroom to clean himself up, disposing of the condom and wetting a washcloth. He returned moments later and sat Y/N up against him. He began to clean her with care removing the sweat. He summoned a pitcher of water and filled a glass bringing it up to her lips.

“Drink, Y/N,” he instructed.

She obliged, taking small sips. When she had drunk half the glass he put it back on the nightstand. “You should go to the restroom too,” he said stroking her back lightly.

She murmured in understanding, feeling soothed by his hands.

“Are you okay overall? I wasn’t too rough was I?” he questioned.

She twisted her body to him, shaking her head. “No, it was perfect.”

He smiled and kissed her again. Her stomach growled suddenly making them both laugh. “Should I order something while you freshen up?”

“That sounds wonderful,” she answered.

“Maybe, later on, we can...have another round?” he suggested with a sly grin.

“MAYBE THIS TIME YOU’LL SOUNDPROOF YOUR ROOM!” a voice roared.

Y/N laughed as she covered her mouth holding in the giggles. Jungkook blushed darkly as his bunny grin appeared.

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chapter one.

⇥ pairing: jungkook x reader; eventual bts/ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: college au with fluff, smut & angst

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity

⇥ word count: 2.3k

⇥ warnings: 18+, cursing, dirty talk, kissing, hickies, drinking, tatted jungkook, nipple piercings

Chapter One

Fall of Junior Year – 8:57am

I curse every single decision that has brought me to this very moment as I power-walk across campus, sweating under the already blistering sun. Campus in August could easily be compared to a swamp given the amount of unearthly humidity, and I'm pretty sure I currently qualified as the local swamp thing.

The only positive feature in my morning has been the table of free coffee and doughnuts staffed by Student Government. The first day of the fall semester always seems to be accompanied by frantically wide-eyed freshmen and celebratory freebies. However, air conditioning is the only thing I would be celebrating today as I finally reach Tyson Hall – the destination of my 9:00am class.

As I rush to my classroom with one minute to spare, I slump into a seat in the far corner – my preferred location for people-watching out of the large windows and for getting away with doing homework for other classes.

Familiar faces surround me, an unsurprising observation given that this is our mandatory research seminar as psychology majors. I notice my friend Jenni sitting in the opposite corner, eyes glued to her phone screen.

Opening my laptop, I shoot her a text to come sit with me. Her head whips up, black braids moving every which way as she immediately piles up her things and hustles over, “(y/n), I forgot you were in this seminar! I just switched over from quantitative research because I couldn’t take any more statistics – or Dr. Harding.”

Dr. Harding is the dean of the psychology department and has been teaching here for ages. Feared by most psychology students for his tough grading and intimidating persona, he’s actually a huge softie – something I discovered by going to his office hours and seeing all 85 pictures of his grandchildren hanging throughout the room.

“He’s not that bad, Jen.”

She scoffs, “You would say that because you got an A in statistics like some sort of wizard. Besides, Dr. Newman is so much nicer.”

Jenni has an excellent point. Dr. Newman is the main reason I chose this seminar. As one of the most respected researchers at our university, she’s known for her qualitative studies on gender across cultures. I consider Dr. Newman to be a real badass woman and I lowkey stan her.

I turn to reply, but Dr. Newman begins taking attendance and class begins.

Fifty minutes later, Jenni practically drags me out of the classroom, “I cannot believe she kept us the whole 50 minutes. Is she aware that it’s syllabus week? It’s practically law to just read over the syllabus and then dismiss class. This is outrageous– (y/n), are you even listening?”

“Hmm?” I totally had tuned her out, focusing on the number of students flooding the quad. I had missed this – the rush of students heading to class, the yells of people greeting each other from entirely too far away, the buzz of excitement over potential parties…

“Unbelievable. How did I forget you have this whole weird-ass feminist crush on her?” Jenni forges forth, “It doesn’t matter. What are you doing tonight? You’re going out with us, right? Luna and I want to go to Hannigan’s.”

Since the three of us had all turned 21 over the summer, we finally could legally go to the bars in town. Hannigan’s currently holds the top spot on the list of bars that most of the upperclassman frequent. It’s a popular Irish pub downtown known for its cheap beer and mixed drinks.

It’s also BTS’s unofficial hangout – a fact that makes me slightly uneasy. After learning who the higher-ups are in BTS, I have taken to avoiding them like the plague. It was a relatively easy thing to do since the spring semester tended to be less focused on rushing and recruiting for fraternities and sororities.

But now it’s rush season, and I’m pretty much fucked. There will be no avoiding seeing BTS’s president Kim Namjoon out recruiting with his vice president Min Yoongi and his social chair Jung Hoseok. There will also be no avoiding pledge master Taehyung leading around new BTS pledges like a mother duckling. And don’t even get me started on how Kim Seokjin, Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook will be popping up everywhere to advertise the latest BTS bash.

Sighing, I figure that the chances of actually bumping into them at the bar will be slim, given that it will most likely be super crowded and I can easily blend in.

I turn to Jenni as we keep walking towards our next classes, “Yeah, I’ll go to Hannigan’s. Are you going to come over to get ready at our place?”

Luna and I had moved into a cute little off-campus apartment over the summer. As it turned out, it’s cheaper to live off-campus than on-campus if you look hard enough. We also had it pretty good location-wise being just a few short blocks from both campus and downtown.

“Yes!” Jenni replies, slowing to a stop out front of the science building, “I’ll be over around 8 with tequila. I’ll text you later. I’ve got to go to neuro-psych lab now,” she rolls her eyes, “Hopefully we won’t be kept the whole time.”

Waving, we part ways, and I shake my head.

Tequila never leads to anything good.

Hannigan’s – 10:54pm

Fate seems to be on my side for once in my life. As soon as Luna, Jenni and I walk into Hannigan’s, my eyes are drawn to the back table where the BTS usually sits. It’s empty.

It’s practically an unspoken rule that no one else can sit there, and even though the bar is packed with all other tables accounted for, that one remains vacant – and for good reason.

Greek life essentially has a cult following around here. The Greeks provide status for those who are into that whole exclusivity thing. They also provide the best parties because of the size of their houses and because the university will never complain about one of their best sources of revenue.

I didn’t to rush a sorority way back in freshman year because I couldn’t feasibly afford it. The dues were way out of my price range, considering I was already paying for my education on my own. Luna, on the other hand, is in Epsilon Xi Delta (EXID) and consistently makes me and Jenni tag along to different Greek parties with her.

"Come on, bitches! Let's get some drinks," Jenni drags me and Luna through the packed room towards the bar that is already encircled by a crowd of thirsty students.

Tonight’s plan is simple – stick together, have fun, scope out cute seniors. Having already taken some shots before we left (saving that coin), we’re definitely feeling ourselves, flaunting our outfits like we didn’t spend a good hour picking them out earlier.

I had settled on a black t-shirt dress with a checkered flannel tied around the waist and some black Doc Martens. Luna and Jenni had tried to convince me to wear heels with them, but I knew syllabus week was a marathon – not a sprint. My feet would thank me later, and theirs would be crying.

As the bartender slides us our beers, the opening beats of Cocky AF by our badass queen Megan Thee Stallion blast through the speakers dispersed throughout the bar. Turning immediately to each other, we clink our beers together, take a sip, and head to the makeshift dance floor.

We squeeze and push our way through the masses until we reach a spot towards the back where the crowd has thinned out a little more. Within seconds, we’re in motion, hips swaying in time to Megan saying ‘bitch, I look good and you know that’.

Shaking out my hair, I get in the zone and lose count of how many songs we dance to. Eventually, our beers empty and Luna turns to me, “Another?" She accompanies her shouted question with an unnecessary charade of shot-gunning a beer in case I couldn’t hear her. I roll my eyes, laughing while I nod in response.

“Save our spot!” Jenni yells and disappears into the crowd of dancers with Luna towards the bar.

I continue dancing on my own. Swaying my hips, I decide to put my hair up to try to cool off a little in the sweltering bar. The music shifts into a new song, this one slower, more seductive, a favorite of mine – Lost in the Fire featuring The Weeknd.

As Abel’s angelic voice flows over me, a pair of hands slide over my hips from behind me. I start to pull away, but then I notice – the hands are tattooed. And for some reason, that hot little fact makes me relax into the large body behind me.

Those tattooed hands tug me back even more, bringing me flush against him as he falls into time with my movements. God, this guy can dance – a rarity these days.

His body is all hard muscle and heated skin. His mouth is hot against my neck, alternating between kissing, sucking, and biting. My skin buzzes. Fuck, I haven’t felt this way since–

Turning my head slightly, I can make out the vague outline him and it confirms my sinking suspicion... He’s a BTS boy.

"Hey, noona," he murmurs in my ear, his lips brushing over it as he speaks.

Fuck my life, I think as I shiver involuntarily in response. Spinning to face one of Satan’s henchmen, I toss my ponytail over my shoulder and jut a hip out in both defiance and defense. But really nothing could have prepared me for the sight of Jeon fucking Jungkook, the golden boy of BTS.

He somehow looks like he’s gotten even bigger since the last I saw him playing pong against Taehyung at that party – information that I cannot even comprehend. His left arm is completely tattooed, along with a few smaller ones dotting his hands. I glare at them, blaming those hands for throwing me off.

“Like them?” Jungkook waves his fingers in front of my narrowed eyes, “I got them this summer.” Smirking lazily, Jungkook makes his own perusal of me – taking extra time along the way.

His jaw flexes as his eyes turn molten, “You’re killing me, noona. Tae didn’t mention…” He trails off, swallowing hard.

I follow his gaze. Oh fuck. I had forgotten I decided to forego a regular bra tonight because I wanted to show off my piercings. Just having a thin bralette under my dress, my pierced nipples are definitely noticeable under Jungkook’s heavy stare.

Refusing to give into him, I square my shoulders, “Yeah, I got them this summer, too. But, I don’t see how that’s either your or Taehyung’s business.”

At my words, Jungkook rips his eyes away from my tits to finally meet my own eyes again, “Oh, but it really is our business. Tae said we’d like you and I agree.”

His voice is low and rough, and I swear I can feel it washing over my body, making all of my synapses fire in response.

“We?” I choked out. In full panic mode, I spin and try to leave, but I barely make it a foot away before getting stopped by a now-familiar tattooed hand wrapped around my wrist.

Luckily, a crashing sound echoes from the back table where the other BTS boys must be, and Jungkook lets out a string of curses, “Fucking hell, listen I have to go make sure no one’s hurt, or Joon will kill me. Stay here, okay? I’m not done with you, (y/n).”

His hand rushes up to the nape of my neck, pulling me into him. Our lips fuse together in a brutally hot kiss, his tongue slipping against my bottom lip for a fraction of a second.

And then he’s gone – disappearing rapidly through the fray to manage whatever trouble his frat has gotten into.

I stand there, shaking fingers on my lips wondering what the actual fuck just happened.

“Hey, sorry we took so long! This bitch cut in front of us and I swear she ordered for the entire fucking population of North America—”

Luna smacks Jenni’s arm, cutting her off, “You okay, (y/n)?” Luna peers closer at me, “Holy shit, is that a hickey? We were only gone for 10 minutes!”

My hand flies to my neck as both Jenni and Luna grab me, dragging me to the slightly quieter back alley of the bar. As they conduct the second Spanish Inquisition, I spill the details on what happened.

After a moment of silence following my explanation, they both start talking at once:

→ Jenni: “Hell yes, girl, go off! Jeon Jungkook is fine as fuck…” → Luna: “(y/f/n) (y/m/n) (y/l/n), have you lost your damn mind…”

→ Jenni: “…I’d hit that in a heartbeat. I’m so proud!” → Luna: “…Do you not remember last semester? Are you high? Oh my GOD, did he drug you?!”

“Stop!” I slap a hand over each of their mouths, “Jesus, Mary and Joseph, you guys are impossible. I am not ‘hitting’ anything, and, no, he did not fucking drug me.”

Sighing, I continue, “It was a lapse in judgement, okay? I remember last semester more than anyone, but he’s just so powerful and I don’t seem to have any common sense around BTS.”

I take my hands away from their mouths and immediately Jenni asks, “Wait, what happened last semester?”

Luna slings an arm around my shoulder, “Come on, let’s go get pizza and a six-pack from Ralph’s. We can go out another night this week.”

“Take-out from Ralph’s?” Jenni’s eyes widen comically, “This must be major tea. Let’s go.”

Instinctively, we clink our beers together for the second time that night and chug the remainder of our bottles in true broke bitch fashion (never leave paid-for beer behind).

With that, we trek back through the door and out of the bar. We finish our night filling in Jenni with our less than savory experience with the infamous BTS fraternity last semester.

But, as I lay in bed for the night, I can’t help but wonder if Jungkook had looked for me that night after I left… Or if he told Taehyung...

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