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healing hands, chasing hearts

Jungkook has been chasing love his whole life: in his Quidditch, and for his heart.

Jimin has spent his lifetime healing other people's hurts.

When an accident lands Jungkook into the care of Jimin's hands, he thinks he's met his match, and Jimin feels like he never has before. Neither of them want to let go of what they've found.

Pairing: jikook -- healer jm x quidditch star jk

Rating: M+18, NSFW

Tags: one-shot, potter-verse, strangers to lovers, fluff, falling in love, first dates, getting to know one another, romantic fluff, injury recovery

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff and sweetness, smut

Word Count: complete, 6.3k

summary: after hooking up in London at Yoongi's disaster of a non-wedding, Taehyung and Jungkook find out how hard it is to stay away from someone you found an unexpected connection with, and how perfectly things work out sometimes - even with an overprotective older brother, and when it's all a big secret from everyone they know.

originally written for S2 of the bts hogwarts fest on twitter

Reposting and/or translating is prohibited. Works are available on my ao3 or twitter

THE DAILY PROPHET -- SPORTS

BRITAIN’S SUPERSTAR CHASER, JUNGKOOK JEON, RUSHED TO ST. MUNGOS AFTER BRUTAL BASH WITH WAYWARD BLUDGER IN MAGPIES-CANNONS SHOWDOWN

The Chaser, known for his spectacular, death-defying aerial showmanship and team spirit, has fallen victim to his own grandiose talents after taking a bludger to the neck during Sunday’s Montrose-Chudley match.

Jeon, 24, is hailed as England’s greatest Chaser in over a hundred years, and considered a national hero after he almost single-handedly won England its first Quidditch World Cup in forty years over power-house Bulgaria.

The supporters from both teams were deathly quiet when the bludger knocked him off his broom and he fell almost thirty feet before Montrose substitute player, Taehyun Kang, swooped off the team bench to catch him before he hit the ground.

Cannons Beater, Alfred Whitehorse, who hit the bludger into the pack of Chaser’s hankering for the loose quaffle, expressed remorse after Jeon was carted away and rushed to St. Mungo’s.

“Quidditch is a bloody business, but I’d never properly want to cause injury to anyone, especially not to a player like Jeon,” Whitehorse remarked, almost in tears. “He’s an all round good lad too. Bloody hell, he’s a tough kid, he’ll be right, right?”

The magical community, fans and general public alike, all wait anxiously for updates on Jeon’s condition. No word has been received from the Montrose Magpie’s organisation, or from St. Mungo’s at this time.

“Healer Park!”

Jimin paused in the hallway toward the break room and turned back to see his supervisor the Healer-in-Charge, Humphrey Blusterworth, a stout man with red-cheeks and a growing belly he claimed was due to age but everyone knew he always had extra helpings of the lemon tarts his wife made, was rushing toward him.

“Healer Park, quickly, quickly, follow me,” Healer Blusterworth ordered, a little breathless.

“But I - my break…” Jimin trailed off. He was hungry, it was after lunch and he hadn’t eaten since breakfast.

“No time, Park! We have a very important patient coming in, and you’re needed.”

That caught Jimin’s attention, with a sigh, he followed along to the elevator, where Healer Blusterworth shooed the other Healer’s out and told the ever silent and droopy-eared house elf manning the elevator - Percy, Jimin managed to extract out of him one day when he’d shared a bag of treats from Zonko’s with him a few years back - to the ground floor.

The elevator ride was smooth and speedy from the third floor to the ground floor, where Jimin was usually found, but Potions and Plant Poisoning had been understaffed. Since his sub-specialty was potions, he’d been reassigned from Artefact Accidents for the day.

“The patient is Jungkook Jeon,” Healer Blusterworth told Jimin, whose eyes widened at the name. “Bludger to the neck during the match. Very important work to do, Park, or we’ll have the entire British Quidditch league, all their fans, and the whole bloody nation on our necks.”

Jungkook Jeon. Jimin hadn’t seen him in person since he was a wide-eyed, gangly, Quidditch-mad fifth year. Everyone had known him at Hogwarts as the Quidditch kid, the Ravenclaw Chaser who pulled Championships for their house four years straight. As a Slytherin, Jimin hadn’t enjoyed watching his House lose, but then again, he hadn’t watched that much Quidditch either - he spent most of his time studying. Still, Jungkook was one of those kids that everyone knew, or knew of. So Jimin vaguely remembered him from school, and felt that strange kind of pride that someone he’d almost known had become wildly successful with a reputation for being a decent person too.

“Right, understood,” Jimin replied, immediately dropping into his Healer mindset, trying to put aside nerves in favour of professionalism and sharp thinking.

They exited the elevator. Jimin gave Percy a smile, which was ignored, but he didn’t mind, and hurried after Blusterwoth, who was surprisingly quick despite his stumpy little legs. They hurried past reception, and Jimin waved to the Welcome Witch who called out the room number they needed to go to. The private ward, of course.

They reached the door, and Healer Blusterworth gave Jimin a pointed look, his eyes screamed not to mess it up. He took a deep breath, and walked in.

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“I guess that bludger really killed me, huh.”

Jimin turned at the sound of Jungkook’s low, slurred voice and hiccup of a laugh. He wasn’t concerned by the statement, a lot of patients said things like that after major procedures; the magical high lingered to keep them from feeling too much pain while they healed. Jungkook was definitely feeling it; his eyes were glazed and smile was dopey.

“Not quite, Mr. Jeon,” Jimin smiled, putting down the clipboard at the end of the bed.

“Must have,” Jungkook sighed dreamily. “‘Cause you look like an angel.”

Jimin's smile widened, he couldn’t help it. What a smooth talker, he wondered if it was a side-effect of the healing, or if he really was like that in real life.

“All right, superstar,” Jimin chuckled. “You seem to be feeling better. That lightheadedness should be wearing off quickly now that you’re awake. Are you thirsty?”

Jungkook smacked his lips together. “Yes. My mouth is… icky.”

Oh, no. He was cute. Now that Jimin had a better look at him, the very vague memories he had of him from school matched with what he saw now. Big eyes on a sweet looking face. Although the Jungkook of back then wasn’t the… man he most certainly was now. But Jimin tried not to focus on that. Tried.

The jug of water on the bedside table poured itself into a glass, and Jimin’s silent spell had the bed rising slowly to have Jungkook put into a sitting position. He seemed to be coming down. His blinking was less languid, and the glaze of his eyes was clearing, and the dopiness faded from his expression.

The glass hovered and waited to be taken, and Jimin handed it over to Jungkook, who took it and drank a few sips before taking a large gulp.

“Thank you,” he said, smacking his lips together a few times to moisten them. “That’s much better.”

“Not a worry,” Jimin replied, taking back the glass and letting it go in the air, where it hovered for a moment before lowering itself back down to its place by the jug. “Are you feeling more clear headed?”

Jungkook nodded. He took a few deep breaths and Jimin watched as he cautiously raised his hand to pat at his neck, where he’d been hit.

“The bludger broke two vertebrae in your neck, and badly damaged your trapezius muscles on the right side. Thankfully your spinal cord was not injured, it’s a miracle, really. That takes much, much longer to repair, and there is no guarantee you wouldn’t be paralyzed.”

Jungkook looked at him with wide, scared eyes.

“I know it’s terrifying,” Jimin said softly, “It’s not my intention to frighten you, I just want you to know how lucky you are. You’re going to be okay.”

“That’s… a lot. Wow. Okay, that’s - wow.” He cleared his throat, and Jimin waited patiently. “Um, what’s the Healer’s name that healed me? I’d like to thank them.”

At that, Jimin felt a flood of warmth. “Healer Park,” he said with a smile. “And I’m grateful for your gratitude.”

Jungkook’s mouth opened in a surprise ‘O’, and then he grinned widely. “Healer Park, thank you for saving my neck.”

Jimin laughed at the literal and metaphorical pun, and when his laughter eased, he saw Jungkook staring at him and flushed at the attention. He cleared his throat.

“We, uh, you’ll need to stay overnight but I think you’ll be fine to go home in the morning. You’ll have to take a healing potion for a few days at home, and I’d suggest taking it easy and not training for a few days.”

At that, Jungkook frowned, as Jimin expected.

“I know it’s difficult to step back from something you want to do, and in the middle of the season. I won’t prohibit it, but if you want to be at your best, taking a few days to recover instead of pushing yourself will benefit you and your team in the long run.”

Jungkook huffed out some air. “I know you’re right, it just feels wrong to take a break…”

“You’re still as Quidditch mad as you were at school, then?” Jimin wondered.

“We - I don’t remember…” Jungkook was surprised and seemed embarrassed.

“I didn’t expect you to remember me. I was two years ahead of you,” Jimin explained easily and unaffected. “Even if I wasn’t never particularly interested in anything outside of my studies, it was impossible not to know who you were at Hogwarts.”

Jungkook went red and groaned. “Oh, god. I hope you didn’t believe everything you heard back then, some of the rumours were ridiculous.”

“Of course not,” Jimin assured him, amused.

“Park… What’s your first name?” Jungkook asked.

“Jimin. Jimin Park. Slytherin.”

Jungkook furrowed his brow and stared at him. “You… dyed your hair. It used to be black,” he said slowly, as if recalling a memory.

Jimin blinked, surprised. It was true. Once he moved out of his parents home and gained independence after working, he started to dye his hair. He liked it blonde, as it was now.

“Oh!” Jungkook exclaimed suddenly. “Namjoon used to have a crush on you!”

Jimin gaped. “What? Namjoon Kim?”

Jungkook nodded. “Yeah. He used to tutor me in the common room, so we were friends even though he was three years older. He mentioned you a few times.”

“That’s… flattering.”

Jimin didn’t know what to say. He’d been friendly with Namjoon. He’d been a year older, and they’d had to work together when Jimin was a prefect and Namjoon was Head Boy. The last he’d heard, Namjoon was an Unspeakable.

There was a knock on the door, and it opened to reveal Healer Blusterworth.

“Ah, Mr. Jeon, you’re awake,” he said pleasantly.

“This is the Healer-in-Charge, Healer Blusterworth,” Jimin introduced him to Jungkook.

He turned to his supervisor and informed him of Jungkook’s condition and his recommendations. He held his tongue while Blusterworth took over and claimed half of Jimin’s work as his own. Jungkook sat there with a patient look on his face, but he glanced over at Jimin from time to time, and when Jimin caught his gaze he rolled his eyes a little. At least he could see through it; that was nice, for a change.

After that, Jimin was forced to leave Jungkook when his coach and teammates arrived. He didn’t want to go, somehow. Those few minutes they’d been talking had been really pleasant. When he looked over his shoulder, he caught Jungkook staring at him. At the big smile he received when they met eyes, Jimin couldn’t help but smile back, heart alight, and try to force down his blush.

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Jungkook woke up for the second time in the presence of an angel.

He didn’t make a fool of himself this time by spouting nonsense. He kept quiet, and watched as Healer Park - Jimin - furrowed his brow as he checked over something on a clipboard, the feather quill hovering over the parchment. His tongue was poking out just a little bit, and his nose was scrunched to one side.

Jungkook was absolutely certain he was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen, and he didn’t even mean appearance-wise, although he definitely was stunning - he could’ve claimed to be part-veela and Jungkook would have believed him. It was his aura. Something radiated from Jimin; warmth, goodness, comfort. Just looking at him, talking to him… Jungkook felt like he could feel Jimin’s soul, and it was beautiful. He wanted to know him.

He blinked when Jimin suddenly looked up and caught him staring.

“Oh. Good morning, Mr. Jeon,” he greeted with a smile.

Oh, that smile was going to kill Jungkook. Bludgers had nothing on how knocked-out he felt at the sight of that smile.

“Jungkook,” he corrected. “Just Jungkook is fine.”

“Okay, Just Jungkook,” Jimin giggled, and Jungkook grinned at the silliness of it. “It looks like you’ve responded well to the treatment, and you’ll be free to head home in a few hours. Have they brought you breakfast yet?”

He shook his head. “No, I’ve just woken up.”

“I’ll ask them to send the trolley for you,” Jimin said. The clipboard followed Jimin around as he walked to the side of the bed and pulled a potion out of his pocket. “Now, this is for you. It won’t taste good at all - ” Jungkook swore he almost died from aggressive cuteness at the sight of Jimin’s scrunched up, disgusted expression as he spoke about the potion, “ - but you have to drink it all. Not one drop can go to waste if you want the potion to do its work. You only need to drink it once per day… it might be better to drink it in the evening or when you’re alone because it will, ah, be useful if you need to relieve yourself.”

Jungkook snorted at Jimin’s roundabout, embarrassed explanation, but he felt mildly embarrassed as well. At least Jimin gave him a smile back like they were in it together.

“This potion is for today, and when you’re leaving, I’ll provide you a pack for the week with instructions and further recommendations for your recovery.”

He was very professional, and Jungkook admired that.

“Did you always want to be a Healer?” He wondered.

Jimin was surprised by the question, but he answered it quickly. “I did. My father is a muggle doctor, a surgeon, and my mother is a Magizoologist, so I grew up learning about two very different types of healing. But honestly, I can’t fathom how my father can bear to use scalpels and stitches.” He shuddered. “I admire him a lot, because muggle healing is very difficult and different from magical healing, but I couldn’t do it. He’s quite jealous of us.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but smile at the clear love in Jimin’s voice for his parents, and passion in his voice.

“I’ve never met a muggle doctor. They have such a terrifying reputation,” Jungkook said.

Jimin laughed. “I know. Whenever my father introduces himself and tells wizards what he does, they’re all so horrified. Now he doesn’t bother to explain, he makes up professions instead, like a paddle boarding instructor, and no one ever knows the truth.”

Jungkook didn’t know what paddle boarding was, but, “He sounds like a laugh,” Jungkook grinned.

“He is. He’s quite a big fan of Quidditch too,” Jimin said pointedly.

“I hope he’s a Montrose fan.”

“His favourite player is Hoseok Jung,” Jimin grinned, and laughed when Jungkook groaned.

It was very common knowledge that Jungkook and Hoseok Jung had a rivalry dating back to Hogwarts. Although Hoseok was three years his senior, they were murderous with each other on the field. He was a Keeper, and made it his mission to never allow Jungkook to get a quaffle past him. They were quite good friends, since they played together on the national team, but during the league games all bets were off.

“I take it back, he sounds dreadful,” Jungkook joked.

Jimin laughed, half bent over, like he was laughing with his entire body, and Jungkook knew at that moment that this couldn’t be the end of their conversations. He couldn’t leave St. Mungo’s without the promise of seeing him again.

“Are you busy tomorrow?” He asked suddenly, taking his chance.

Jimin straightened up. “Busy? Uh, why?” Jimin’s cheeks were pink, Jungkook wanted to eat them. In a non-creepy, romantic kind of way.

“I would like to go on a date with you,” he stated with far more confidence than he felt.

He never asked people on dates. Usually they asked him. He didn’t want to sound conceited, but he was well known and sought after, although he knew it was mostly superficial. He didn’t often accept any invitations; usually they only cared he was Jungkook Jeon, famous Quidditch player. But Jimin… he felt different, he was different. He didn’t look at him like he was someone famous, or speak to him like he wasn’t a regular person. He was just Jungkook talking to Jimin, and he wanted more of it.

Jimin was quiet for a moment, but Jungkook could read his emotions as they passed over his eyes; surprise, light confusion, and then settled on happiness.

“I’d love to.” He smiled like he meant it: bright, happy, until his eyes were just about shut. Beautiful. It made Jungkook’s heart twist. “But tomorrow I have work until 8 p.m. Is that too late?”

“I’d meet you at three in the morning if you asked,” Jungkook replied, only half-joking.

“Cheesy,” Jimin giggled. His cheeks seemed permanently pink, and Jungkook loved how it looked on him. “But maybe I like that.”

“Oh, I can be plenty cheesy. I am made of cheese,” Jungkook joked stupidly, and was rewarded with another laugh and fond eye roll, and he was already so gone for the Healer it wasn’t funny.

But it was okay, because from the way that Jimin was blushing, and the little smiles and happy eyes, he had a feeling it wasn’t totally one-sided.

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“What’s with you mate?” Yugyeom, Jungkook’s fellow Chaser and best friend, sat down on the bench beside him, lowering his broom gently to the grass. “You’re looking far too happy for sitting out of training.”

Jungkook hadn’t been able to wipe the smile from his face all day long. He was too excited for his date with Jimin.

“I have a date tonight,” he admitted.

Yugyeom’s eyes widened in surprise. “With who?”

“Jimin Park,” Jungkook sighed dreamily. “He was my Healer at St. Mungo’s.”

“The short blonde one?” Yugyeom questioned with a cheery whistle. “Looking at you, pulling all the fit ones.”

Jungkook elbowed his side. “It’s not just that,” he said, still smiling. “He’s amazing.”

“You met him once,” Yugyeom deadpanned.

Jungkook clicked his tongue. “I’m telling you, Yugy, I think this is it for me. He’s… I just have this feeling, you know?”

“I don’t… but I believe you,” Yugyeom replied, mouth soft with a smile. “Just be careful, yeah? I don’t want you to get hurt again.”

Jungkook waved his hand. “Jimin’s nothing like Charlie.”

“Yugyeom!”

Coach called for him sharply, and Jungkook patted his shoulder. He sighed and picked up his broom, mounted it, and flew back into training. Jungkook took a deep breath in and sighed.

He knew Yugyeom was just looking out for him. He was a hopeless romantic, and it had led him into trouble in the past. He was too trusting, too quick to dive in. It led to a six-month relationship with Charlie Thistledon, a wizard who worked for the International Association of Quidditch. It took a while before Jungkook figured out Charlie wanted Jungkook for his name and prestige, nothing more. It had been hard to get over - not the heartbreak, necessarily, but the feeling of betrayal.

One of the best things Jungkook had learned from Quidditch was how to pick himself and move on. Bad things happened, feelings got hurt, bones broken, mistakes were made - but it did no good to dwell on it. You have to keep moving forward to find your feet again, so he felt the same about his heart.

Jimin Park had something about him, something special, something unique to him that had caught Jungkook’s attention. He wasn’t going to let a past hurt stop him from finding out what it was - he couldn’t if he tried, his heart was too inclined to find the place it belonged.

Training was finished, his teammates headed to wash up, and Jungkook was antsy to leave. He wanted to get back to London in time to wash after travelling the Floo Network before he met Jimin.

His coach and his team captain, Archie Archibald, stopped him from leaving as quickly as he wanted to discuss his participation over the next few days before their match against Pride of Portree. He was glad it wasn’t going to be a particularly difficult match - Portree were hanging around the bottom of the ladder for the fifth year in a row - but he had an idea to let Taehyun Kang take the field in his place. The kid was basically fresh from Hogwarts and determined to prove himself. Luckily, the coach and Archie both agreed it would be good to blood him.

Jungkook flew home, sitting upright and carefree. He loved flying, it was so freeing. Up in the sky, there was nothing he couldn’t do. He’d had to learn to balance that illusion of invincibility with reality. Professional Quidditch had beaten that into him, particularly his first year in the league, when he’d learned the hard way that being the best at Hogwarts didn’t mean anything, and feeling like your veins ran with wind and the sky was your heart didn’t mean your broom was anything more than just a magical broom.

With the salty, ocean air blowing through his hair, Jungkook took a moment to close his eyes and let go. Let go of the pressure building in the back of his mind about missing training, about getting an injury at all, at what the fans might think, at how he was letting down his team. It was hard to block off the part of himself that wanted to compete, wanted to succeed, wanted to be the best, and had to prove it. Just for today, he wanted to forget Quidditch.

He had a date with a cute Healer, after all.

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Jimin fiddled nervously with the tufts of hair visible under his beanie, tickling his forehead. The night air was chilly, and his nose was cold, but his racing heart was keeping him warm. His eyes wandered around the area, scanning for his date. Time ticked by, closer and closer to the hour they’d set to meet, but there was still no sight of him.

Being a half-blood gave Jimin a lot of advantages, with a foot in both the muggle and magical worlds. He had been so thrilled, and flattered, and giddy at Jungkook asking him for a date it had taken him a moment to remember that Jungkook was quite famous, and he was recovering from injury. So he suggested a date in the muggle world. He’d been nervous about Jungkook’s reaction, but he’d seemed curiously delighted which relieved Jimin.

He suggested they meet a few blocks back from the Leaky Cauldron, on the edge of the wizarding area of London, and to just walk around until they found somewhere they’d like to sit when they were hungry. Jimin wasn’t interested in high-pressure dates - he lived a high pressure life, with people's lives, limbs, health, and death in his hands daily. Taking a break from that stress was what he needed. He hoped Jungkook understood. He might even feel the same, considering his gruelling Quidditch work and the celebrity he’s acquired over the years.

“Jimin!” He heard his name called out by a familiar voice and turned to see Jungkook striding toward him, a beaming smile on his face, his hand waving madly. A few people looked at him strangely, but he paid them no mind, and Jimin found his actions completely charming.

Jungkook came to a stop in front of him, and Jimin was smiling so happily he could barely see through his eyes, his cheeks were pushed up so high.

“Jungkook, you found me. I hope it wasn’t too hard to get here.”

He shook his head. “No, I was just worried about being late. Training ran late so I had to rush to wash up.”

Jimin frowned at that. “You were training?”

“No! No, no,” Jungkook shook his head. “I meant wash up after the Floo trip. I keep putting off getting some maintenance done on my London base, so it’s a little dusty.” He scratched the back of his neck, bashfully, his smile a little embarrassed.

“As long as you rest well,” Jimin said with a smile. “Shall we?”

Jungkook nodded. “So you’re going to show me muggle London?” He asked, eagerness in his voice.

“If you like,” Jimin replied. “Have you not spent much time around muggles?”

“Not really,” Jungkook admitted. “I have a few muggleborn friends, but I’m not close enough to spend time with them outside of where we meet, which is always around Quidditch. Does that make me sound snobbish?”

“No,” Jimin shook his head. “Just normal.”

“Normal,” Jungkook mused with a wistful looking smile. “So this is normal for you? Dates in the muggle world?”

Jimin laughed. “Not really,” he admitted. “I don’t date much. My work keeps me very busy.”

“I can understand that,” Jungkook replied ruefully. “Certain times during the year all I have time to do is eat, train, and sleep.”

“Does it ever worry you? Not finding time for yourself or someone else?” Jimin wondered.

The concern had often crossed his mind when a friend or colleague would tell him about their new boyfriend or girlfriend, or all the fun things they did over the weekends, and he was at home curled up with a cup of tea, researching new and old magical remedies, or doing next to nothing because he was so exhausted from a long day of healing.

“Not at all.” Jungkook’s easy answer surprised him. “I’m of the mind that if it matters, you make time. So, I’ll make the time when it matters. Like now.” He grinned, and Jimin blushed, his heart fluttered in his chest.

Their conversation flowed naturally, with barely a pause to breathe they had so much to say. They walked the busy streets of muggle London, and Jimin explained the things that Jungkook was wide-eyed awed and confused about. They watched a street performer, and Jungkook marvelled at how captivating it was, even without the magical effects a wizard could add. At some point, their hands linked, fingers entwined with shy smiles.

Midnight neared, and Jimin felt like no time had passed at all. It was the best date he’d ever been on. They hid behind a cafe to aparate back to Jungkook’s flat. He had to go back to Scotland for morning meetings with Montrose, so Jimin insisted he see him off home as far as he could.

At the front door of his flat, Jimin’s heart felt like it would beat out of his chest when Jungkook stopped and looked at him at the bottom of the stairs.

“I don’t want the night to end,” he told him in a low voice. “Jimin… you’re… this was so amazing.”

His eyes held no lies, they were dark and sincere, intense and shining. Jimin swallowed and licked his lips. His grip on Jungkook’s hand adjusted and tightened. He didn’t want to let go.

“Neither do I,” he whispered. “I - ”

He couldn’t say what he needed to with words. Jimin leaned up on his tiptoes, pulling his hands down a little so Jungkook would understand from the pressure. He kept his eyes open and on Jungkook, reading no sign of discomfort, and then let his hand go to lightly grip Jungkook’s cheeks. Their lips touched in a gentle press of skin to skin, soft and careful, but with meaning.

Jimin’s heels fell back to the ground and he pulled back.

“This was the best date of my life,” he said, a little breathless.

He let out a little shriek when Jungkook suddenly wrapped his arm around his waist and picked him up, kissing him again, spinning him. He recovered quickly and threw his arms around Jungkook’s shoulders, and they both smiled, giggling and kissing.

Jungkook let him down when he stumbled a little, with a small laugh and Jimin couldn’t stop smiling.

“Is this what flying feels like?” He asked, staring at Jungkook, who looked so handsome with his cheeks flushed and eyes bright.

Jungkook stared at him for a moment and then he broke out in the widest smile Jimin had seen from him yet.

“Yeah,” he said, just as breathless as Jimin felt. “Yeah. This is exactly what it feels like.”

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THE DAILY PROPHET

Is love in the air for Britain’s fittest Quidditch star, Jungkook Jeon? Sources confirm: Yes, it is!

For several months now, according to people close to the Quidditch star. Je on, 25, has been secretly dating none other than the gifted Healer who tended to him after the injury he suffered in the Montrose-Chudley match. Jimin Park, 27, has reportedly been a Healer at St. Mungo’s for several years, reputed for his gifted healing skills. He has been seen attending several Montrose matches, with some fans commenting that Jeon has been seen to throw winks or waves in his general direction throughout the matches…

Jimin put the Prophet down on the table with an upset sigh. Jungkook leaned down over the back of his chair and kissed his head.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I wish I could’ve stopped it.”

Jimin shook his head. “No, even if you wanted to, they’d have printed something else. Maybe something worse. We should thank Seokjin for warning us ahead of publication. It’s nice to have a journalist friend in these situations.”

Jungkook hummed and kissed his head again. “Well. Seokjin is less a friend and more a sparring partner.”

Jimin giggled and raised his face to Jungkook, who was smiling down at him. He knew Jungkook was only messing about. His relationship with Seokjin was as brothers, developed over years of contact and mutual respect as sportsman and reporter. Jungkook loved and trusted him very much.

He leaned up and pressed a kiss to Jungkook’s lips.

“I just wish the Prophet didn’t splash about our relationship like this.” Jimin pouted when he sat again. “I can’t believe they found that photo of me.” He wrinkled his nose.

Alongside a portrait of Jungkook taken for the Montrose team photos at the beginning of the season, was Jimin’s hospital identification photo. It was a few years old, and a little embarrassing in how awkward he was, smiling and then blinking from the flash like he was surprised by the photo being taken.

“It’s cute,” Jungkook said.

“You think everything I do is cute,” Jimin rolled his eyes. “You’re biased.”

“It’s true, I am.”

Jungkook kissed him, and lingered on his lips. Jimin felt his heart skip as the atmosphere between them changed, and Jungkook drew back ever so slightly to look into his eyes. The amusement had faded from them, and his stare had become dark and intense. Jimin felt his own gaze turn molten. He shifted in his chair to twist to Jungkook and kiss him again, deeper, full of intent.

Jungkook reciprocated, his mouth immediately opening and his tongue slipping between Jimin’s open lips. He sighed into the kiss and stood, his arms looped around Jungkook’s neck.

“I love you, baby,” Jungkook murmured into his mouth. He pulled back a little, holding Jimin in his arms, his hands splayed over his mid-back. Through the haze of clear desire in his eyes, there was also worry. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Jimin gave him a fond smile. His heart squeezed in his chest at his boyfriend's care and concern.

“I can’t promise we’ll always have sunshine together, but I’ll endure anything as long as I can stay beside you,” Jimin told him. “I love you, Jungkookie. So much. So I’m okay. I know that being with you means we’ll have to deal with things like this.”

Jungkook’s gaze softened. “How did I get so lucky to find you?”

“You had your neck broken by a bludger, darling. Let’s not repeat that,” Jimin said with a little laugh.

“Let’s not,” Jungkook chuckled and leaned down to capture his lips again.

Jimin loved the way Jungkook kissed him, like he was the only person in the world and nothing else mattered. His hand twisted up into Jungkook’s hairs, and they both inhaled sharply as Jungkook pulled him in closer and closer until Jimin was arching back and Jungkook was over him.

Jungkook’s hands moved down to cup to ass and Jimin moaned into his mouth when he squeezed. He lifted his legs to wrap around Jungkook’s waist when he felt him lift up. Jungkook held him up, his palms cupping his ass, and Jimin hooked his ankles together. Neither one broke their kiss as Jungkook walked them through from the kitchen to the stairs.

Going up to them was an ordeal of kissing and laughing, of Jungkook pausing to regain his strength and refusing to put Jimin down because, “I can do it, Jiminie, I’m sexy as hell,” followed by more laughter, and kisses.

When they finally made it to the bedroom and Jungkook lowered Jimin onto his back on the bed, Jimin flipped them so he straddled Jungkook. Jungkook’s eyes widened slightly as Jimin pressed a finger to his lips when he went to protest.

“You did so good bringing us up the stairs, darling. Let me do the work now.” His voice was low and seductive, the way he knew went straight to Jungkook’s groin, and he leaned down to kiss the sharp angles of his jaw.

“Oh, god, Jimin, you’re going to kill me,” Jungkook groaned.

He shivered at Jungkook’s hands on his waist, slipping under the fabric of his shirt, and focused on the neck he was placing wet, breathy kisses on, and the ear he nibbled on as he lowered his hips to connect with Jungkook. He rolled his hips and felt heat coil at the moan Jungkook gave, and the tightening of his hands around his waist.

Jimin pulled back and sat up, his hands on Jungkook’s chest and stared into his boyfriend’s eyes while he rolled his hips again, pressing down and biting his lip at feeling how hard Jungkook was under him.

“Off,” Jungkook practically panted, eager and needy, pushing his shirt up. “Off, off, off.”

Jimin grinned and lifted his arms to the sky. “Take it off me then.”

Jungkook sat up and kissed him, and Jimin shivered as his hands moved up his body, and a thumb flicked over his nipple. The shirt broke their kiss as Jungkook pulled it over his head and dropped it on the ground. Jimin lowered his hands to the hem of Jungkook’s shirt and pulled it up and over his head.

“You’re so gorgeous, darling.”

Jungkook’s body never ceased to amaze Jimin. But it was his heart that was the most beautiful thing about him. So big, so full of love and passion.

He cupped Jungkook’s face and kissed him deeply.

“I love you so much.”

They kissed for a while, with Jungkook holding Jimin with one arm around his waist, and the other holding himself up on the bed behind him. Jimin ground his hips down on Jungkook as they kissed. The friction kept them both hard and wanting, the heat between them growing to an unbearable level until they both scrambled to take off their pants, and Jungkook reached over to the bedside table to take the jar of magical oil that made Jimin so happy he was a wizard.

Jimin stroked both his and Jungkook’s cocks lazily as he sat straddled on Jungkook’s thighs, while Jungkook coated his fingers in the oil. He gave Jimin a salacious smirk.

“Come here, baby,” Jungkook murmured, and Jimin let both their hard-ons go. He moved forward to allow Jungkook to work, and gasped as Jungkook’s fingers entered him. He closed his eyes at the warm tingle that relaxed his hole and readied him to take Jungkook with barely any work but a few slides of Jungkook’s fingers.

“Good?” Jungkook asked him.

Jimin reached between their bodies for Jungkook’s solid, throbbing cock, and lined it up with his hole. He lowered himself down slowly, loving the way Jungkook watched him with dark eyes, and how he felt his cock twitch in his hand until he had to let go.

“So good,” Jimin breathed in pleasure as he bottomed out.

He rode Jungkook slowly, letting him set the pace with his hands moving to roll Jimin’s hips. They looked at each other, eyes locked and heady until the feeling became too much, and Jimin’s head fell back, his eyes squeezing shut and mouth gaping from pleasure.

Jungkook moaned underneath him, and his hands tightened almost bruisingly on his hips but he lost his rhythm. Jimin picked it up easily, feeling how hard and hearing how close Jungkook was getting. He changed his movements from rolls, to figure 8s, to bouncing, loving the feeling of Jungkook sliding in and out, in and out, his balls slapping on Jungkook's pelvis, and the sound of skin smacking lightly.

His thighs grew fatigued, and Jungkook suddenly sat up, holding him tightly against his body, pressing Jimin down, and Jimin moaned aloud at how deep Jungkook was inside of him. They could barely move the way they were, but it didn’t matter, they didn’t need to. They were both so close. The friction of Jimin’s dick between their bodies, and the way Jimin kept moving his hips on Jungkook, and the small thrusts Jungkook managed was enough to have them coming undone together hardly a minute later.

They shuddered and panted through their orgasms, their faces buried in each other's necks, pressing soft kisses against the sweat slick skin.

Jungkook lifted his head, and Jimin was enamoured with his flushed cheeks and bright eyes. He lifted his hand and wiped the hair sticking to his forehead back from his face.

“It’s you and me, baby,” Jungkook said with a smile. “Forever, yeah?”