Love Potions

Love Potions

‣ Yoongi (BTS), for my lovely moon anon. I hope this makes your day better!

‣ Type: Fluff, Slytherin!Yoongi, Ravenclaw!Reader AU

‣ Words: 1318

‣ Summary: Yoongi comes in late for Divination, and wasn’t aware today was the day the whole class would be studying amortentia.

“I read a book all about amortentia, and supposedly the effects can be even as extreme as death. If you drink it, the only thing you’ll be able to think of his your obsession with that person,” you said as Kenna picked up her cup, the mother-of-pearl colored liquid swirling around in her cup.

“I mean, at least it smells good though, right?” she laughed, breathing in the scent deeply.

Professor Trelwany had cooked up a giant batch of the love potion that morning, and throughout the whole class period, you were being forced to inhale all of your favorite scents. It wasn’t the worst way to spend an afternoon in divination with your best friend, but the cloud of perfume the love potion was giving off was starting to feel a little choking.

“What does yours smell like?” you asked Kenna, your own cup still sitting on the small table between you two. You’d been catching whiffs of what your amortentia smelled like from the fumes of the other students’ cups, but you were a little frightened to take a giant whiff of your own teacup.

“Um, fresh brewed coffee, for sure,” Kenna said, taking a deep whiff between each scent she named off. “And orange peels… and chocolate bars… and that weird musty smell Jungkook has when he’s just finished a quidditch game right after they’ve cut the grass.”

“You’re disgusting,” you laughed, shaking your head. Kenna giggled and rolled her eyes, promptly glancing over at the corner table her trouble-making boyfriend was sitting, his head propped into his hand as he stared, bored, ahead. The seat across from him, for his amortentia partner, was empty.

“You know, this whole policy Trelawny has with the different houses partnering thing, it’s perfect. I mean, it’s like she made this policy specifically for us.”

“I know you’re just secretly mad you had to settle for me because you and Jungkook are both Gryffindors. Don’t lie to yourself.”

Kenna tossed her gold and red tie over her shoulder, a habit she’d had since your first night at Hogwarts, when the tie was aggravating her so bad she tossed it back in anger. Now, she did it subconsciously.

“I am still waiting to hear about what your love potion smells like. I want to know who you’re in love you,” Kenna said, bringing you out of the thoughts you’d slowly slipped into. Kenna liked to pick on you for this habit you were constantly exercising: a typical Ravenclaw, daydreaming her days away.

Grabbing up your cup, you tenderly held it to your nose and took a large inhale. Suddenly, your senses were flooded with an onslaught of all your favorite smells, group together in a whole mass of sweetness. A smile appeared on your face. “It smells like baking cookies, and rose petals, and…”

You were just about to say who it smelled like, because you knew. You knew it smelled like Min Yoongi, the Slytherin you’d been in love with since first year. Kenna was awaiting your answer eagerly, a gleam in her eyes because she knew it too. Before the words could tumble from your mouth, the door to the divination classroom was slung open, and in strode in Yoongi. 

His blonde hair was just slightly damp, as if he’d just come out of the shower. His green and sliver tie was loose around his neck: a wardrobe violation during classes. He wasn’t carrying a bag with school supplies, instead he strode confidently over to the table where Jungkook was seated, clapped their hands together, and sat back confidently, as if he was twenty minutes early for class instead of twenty minutes late.

“Gawd, Y/N,” he called out to you suddenly, his confidence making his voice came out arrogant and snappy. “Did you dump the whole perfume bottle on you today?”

Kenna’s eyes widened, her mouth forming a humored “O”. The whole class turned to Yoongi, and Jungkook barked out a laugh. He glanced over at his friend and smirked. “You’re such a dumbass.”

“Trelawny made an amortentia potion for the class this morning,” Kenna said as she turned around, and you could tell the highlight of her morning was being the person who broke the news to Yoongi. “It’s supposed to smell different for everyone. It smells like the person you’re in love with, typically.”

“Yeah, mine smells like the almond soap Kenna uses,” Jungkook smirked, nudging Yoongi’s arm with his. Kenna smiled sheepishly, but the only person you could focus on was Yoongi.

His creamy complexion made any sort of blush stand out prominently on his face, so the deep crimson color that started from his neck and worked its way up to the tips of his ears could be seen by everyone in the class.

You glanced down at your lap, your fingers hooking and unhooking themselves in embarrassment. Trelawny was in deep lecture at the front of the classroom, explaining the details of the paper you and your partner were supposed to have turned in by the end of the week on amortintia. All you could hear, however, was the deep snickers and whispers circling the room. You knew everyone was talking about the scene Yoongi had just caused, and that meant everyone was talking about you, too, much to your horror. In a way, you were explicitly angry with Yoongi for professing his love for you in such a dramatic, unintentional manor.

When they class was over, you tenderly picked up your things, making sure that everyone was out of the class before you headed for the door. You wanted to make sure no one stared as you exited. Kenna had stood up and marched out with Jungkook as soon as Trelawny called class over; they both had Defense Against the Dark Arts next, and bid you a farewell with a promise to see you at lunch.

You walked away from the classroom, and almost didn’t notice Yoongi standing outside casually, leaning against the wall. One foot was propped against the bricks, his arms crossed. It would have been so fitting to the scene, you thought, for him to be smoking a cigarette.

“Hi,” he said, barely glancing over at you and rubbing the skin of the back of his neck.

“Hi,” you squeaked back, not really in interested in having a conversation with him. He’d embarrassed you a lot that day, along with himself, and the two of you would be the topic of choice in the common rooms that week, you could just feel it. Not to mention, a Ravenclaws and Slytherins typically didn’t enjoy each other’s company much, and you weren’t one to warrant gossip.

“I’m sorry about all that back there,” Yoongi said, his strides matching yours as you headed away from the tower. You had only a short time to get to Potions: the divination tower was such a far walk from the dungeons.

“It’s fine,” you said dismissively, trying to pick up your pace.

“Y/N,” Yoongi said, grabbing your arm gently, a lot gentler than you would have expected for his threatening personality, and turned you to face him. “I just… I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I feel awful. I… I didn’t know amortintia was supposed to… was supposed to smell like, well, you know,” he choked all over his words, and you couldn’t help but smirk slightly at him. Here, in front of you, was the confident and collected Min Yoongi coming apart at the seams.

“It really is fine, Yoongi,” you replied, wanting him groveling before you for as long as possible. You gently took his hand from around your wrist and threaded your fingers together instead. “Wanna know why?”

“W..why?” he croaked, his eyes not leaving the sight of your fingers inside his. Your smile softened as you spoke.

“Because, my amortintia smelled like you,” you whispered, and finally, his eyes met yours.

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photobooth | knj

Summary: You never knew fucking in a photobooth, while all your friends are on the other side, could be this sweet. University AU! Porn with like 30% plot.

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader ft. Jaebum

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 12k

Warnings: excessive swearing as usual, namjoon being soft and cute as shit because that is a warning in itself, jealous possessive sex, also a jealous namjoon, soft dom namjoon, sub reader, public sex, exhibitionism, fingering, joonie with his sinful mouth aka dirty talk, joon’s giant schlong, camera sex, technical porno-graphy (they take pics of them fucking), finger sucking, joon’s wicked tongue aka eating pussy, blowjob, squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, cum eating, cum play, handjob, degredation (use of slut), cum swallowing, gagging + choking (on cock), riding, penetrative sex, slight? pain kink, namjoon with A* stamina, creampie, cum feeding

A/N: There is actually only about 30% plot in this, I did the math. But also, please don’t ask me where this depraved fantasy was bred from because honestly, I have no words or excuses for the complete filth I just wrote.

It’s not very often that you find yourself partying. It’s not that you didn’t have an interest in it; it was more than you were partied out. Kind of sad and pathetic for someone who was still in their third year of university but it was the truth. You had practically exhausted yourself (and your bank account) during your first two years of university, attending every club night, house party and drinking related college event that you could. You were still known across campus as the first year girl who downed an entire bottle of tequila before stealing some traffic cones (causing several issues with traffic the next day) just so you could use the said cones as party hats for the various statues littered around your campus.

That day had practically gone down in history.

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yoongi scenario | stuck on you

❝ While wrapping gifts you end up super gluing your hand to Yoongi’s… not completely on accident… ❞

➸ prompt: I can’t wrap Christmas presents to save my life, but you’re amazing at it. Please help me!

➸ pairing: yoongi x reader

➸ requested by anon | 3.2k words | fluff, neighbour au

Why is gift wrapping so difficult? Why is wrapping paper so flimsy? Why are gifts such irregular shapes? Why is sellotape so hard to cut? And why is the whole palaver such an embarrassment when you can’t do it properly, crossing the corridor to the apartment across from yours with shamed red cheeks, as you knock on the door and ask desperately, “Could you possibly help me? I might have tied my hands together with ribbon…”

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Stain (Namjoon x Reader)

You’re pretty sure you’ve experienced a lifetime’s worth of embarrassment by now. Request: Hii! Can you please do “You stood up for me against that really rude costumer who almost made me cry, thank you” with namjoon please? Thanks ^-^ 

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Fluff + comedy, 2.5k words, namjoon/reader, potion shop au.

You’re sitting behind the counter, humming to yourself as you page through the yellowed parchment of your potions textbook. The potion shop is empty, giving you peace and quiet to study for your upcoming Magicks exam.

You wince at the door squealing open—you make a mental note to oil them later—and bookmark your page, standing up. The customer, a short, stocky lady dressed in unfamiliar garb, saunters in and lets the door creak shut behind her. She eyes the posters on the wall behind you that advertise the latest sales and list the best-selling potions of the shop.

“Is there anything I can help you with today?” You give her your sunniest smile.

“Yes,” she replies, curtly. “I want a custom potion.”

You try not to let her snappy, authoritative tone bother you. “Alright,” you say, with false brightness. You reach for your pen and notepad. “What will it be?”

“I’d like—“

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rental

↬ pairing: kim namjoon x reader

↝ genre: fluff, smut, lightest angst | rent-a-boyfriend!au

↳ summary: you were sick and tired of being pushed into looking for a relationship, so your roommate took the matter into his own hands.

✎ word count: 10.5k | this thing is waaay longer than i thought it was going to be, i’ve never written a oneshot this long

☞ warnings:  it goes from 0 to 100 real quick; oc has an annoying controlling aunt; i tried on the fluff - namjoon being super| soft for the oc; unprotected sex

A/N: please give joonie some love! this is probably my favourite fic so far u.u

the rental series :: a rental continuation

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Oblivious

The star Quidditch player confesses to you– but he’s joking, right?

Request: Hey! I absolutely love your Harry Potter Au’s!!! If your still cool with doing requests, would you please do one with Taehyung as like a really popular bad boy kinda quidditch player who has always had a crush on the reader but she’s super oblivious to it and then one day he just lowkey snaps at her not realising and sneaks into the common room to confess to her so she gets the message? Sorry if that’s too much or too confusing! Goodluck with your study and stuff btw ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Pairing: Hufflepuff!Taehyung x Reader

Word count: 3k

Genre: Fluff

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“Win us the Cup, Taehyungie!” Hoseok yells as the team leaves the common room. He turns to you. “Aren’t you going to watch the game?”

“Why? You’ve enough house spirit for the both of us,” you reply.

“Y/n,” Hoseok whines. “Don’t you want to see the team? Taehyung is gonna kill it, I’m sure he’d appreciate the support.”

“That guy is the opposite of a good Hufflepuff,” you sniff, dipping your quill into the inkwell. “He’s so full of himself that there’s no room for anyone else. How can I cheer him on when he’s that smug?”

Hoseok rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “Y/n, you know I love you, but sometimes you can be so clueless.”

“Huh? Did you say something?”

“Y/n~” he tugs at your arm. “Let’s go watch the game. If you’re there I’ll bet you anything that Hufflepuff wins.”

“What makes you think that?”

Hoseok winks. “You’ll see. Pretty please?” he bats his lashes comically and you can’t help but laugh.

“Alright, just because I love you.”

“I love you too, bestie.”

You rise and follow him, putting your letters aside. Even before you near the pitch you can hear the roar of the students, and one chant in particular stands out:

“Kim Taehyung! King Taehyung! Kim Taehyung! King Taehyung!”

You sigh. Hufflepuff was usually last place to win the Quidditch Cup, but ever since Taehyung became Chaser and then captain in fifth year, the team’s been winning game after game. Which is great, of course, and you’re glad for all your friends and housemates. But Kim Taehyung has always frustrated you: he doesn’t just like winning, he loves it, and not just in quidditch. You know of more than a few stories of his romantic escapades: Just last week you heard some students gossiping about him and that fifth year Slytherin, Jeon Jungkook. The week before that, it was Mina, the Gryffindor. And the week before that… well, you could go on. You’re not usually one to listen to baseless rumors, but Taehyung has never tried to deny them and he’s just so frustrating…

You’d never say anything, of course. You’ve always prided yourself on being a good Hufflepuff: if the stereotype is to be kind, why wouldn’t you adhere to it?

You make your way up to the stands, easily spotting your best friend: Hoseok is decked out in all yellow and combined with his blinding smile he really looks brighter than the sun.

“You came!”

“I said I would,” you remind him.

“Brilliant, we’re sure to win now,” Hoseok says, scanning the pitch.

“Why do you keep saying that?”

“You’ll see.”

The players file onto the pitch, bright yellow and red robes flapping in the breeze.

“So we’re playing Gryffindor?” you shout over the cheering crowds.

“Yeah, and if we win this we’re first in the running for the Quidditch Cup,” Hoseok yells in reply.

You zero in on Taehyung. Of course he’s clutching a sleek broom, and when he waves at the stands the Hufflepuffs roar in approval.

You see his eyes sweep the stands, and when his gaze lands on you– surely you’re mistaken– he… grins?

“Why’s he looking at me?” you ask Hoseok. “Or am I going crazy?”

“Just watch the game, y/n.”

At the referee’s whistle, the teams mount their brooms and soar into the air.

“And they’re off,” you recognize the voice of Min Yoongi, one of your Slytherin friends.

“Yoongi is commentating?” you ask, tearing your gaze from the pitch. “Who in their right mind made that call?”

“What do you mean?”

You raise an eyebrow at Hoseok. “Have you ever talked to Yoongi?”

“Not really.”

You grin. “This’ll be fun.”

“Hufflepuff beater Kim Seokjin blocks Gryffindor chaser Kim Namjoon, letting captain Kim Taehyung take control of the quaffle, not that Seokjin has to do anything but blow a kiss to keep Namjoon from moving.”

Beside you, Hoseok laughs at Yoongi’s narration. Your eyes, though, are trained on Taehyung– he’s leaning forward to pour on speed as he weaves in and out of the Gryffindor chasers and beaters, effortlessly avoiding collisions while clutching the quaffle under his arm. You unconsciously lean forward as the Hufflepuffs take up the chant once more: “Kim Taehyung! King Taehyung! Kim Taehyung! King Taehyung!”

Taehyung feints to one side and dives to the other as the Gryffindor keeper reaches for the quaffle, missing by mere inches as it sails through the middle hoop.

You join your friends in cheering, but the game doesn’t slow down: the points and plays and fouls are constant and fast-paced. Occasionally Taehyung takes a break to flash a box-shaped grin at the Huffepuffs, and you’re sure once you caught him looking at you.

Within half an hour the game is over: Gryffindor catches the snitch, but Hufflepuff scores enough points that even losing the snitch wins Hufflepuff the game. Taehyung scores most of the points, and you grudgingly have to acknowledge that he isn’t all talk.

As soon as the game is over, rather than land with the rest of the team Taehyung directs his broom and flies right up to the commentator’s box amid gasps and murmurs of shock.

“What’s he doing?” you hiss.

“Dunno,” Hoseok replies. “Talking to the Slytherin, looks like– what?” After exchanging words Yoongi hands his microphone to Taehyung, who holds it triumphantly.

“Hey everyone! I don’t want to take too much of your time. First, congratulations to the Gryffindors for a great game!”

And back to the snobby Taehyung you know and dislike.

“Secondly, I want to dedicate this win, and all of my wins, to the most amazing girl I know.”

The crowd ripples with scandalized oohs, and you roll your eyes. He’s so desperate for attention that he’s willing to pull this type of spectacle?

“Y/n l/n, this is for you!”

…

Y/n.exe has stopped working. At least that’s what it feels like when as one, everyone in the stands swivels to look at you.

“Wow, that’s definitely flashier than I thought…” you hear Hoseok murmur beside you. Already you can here whispers of gossip, with your name scattered here and there. It’s your worst nightmare– everyone is looking at you, they probably think you’re enjoying it, that you’re selfish enough to enjoy the spotlight…

“I’ll see you back in the common room, Hobi,” you manage, running out of the crowd and across the lawn so fast you may as well have Apparated.

You burst into the common room, panting, your mind still racing.

“So, what did you think?”

You practically jump out of your skin. “Merlin!” Taehyung chuckles, sat in the big armchair near the fireplace, still shiny with sweat. “Nope, just me.”

“How did you get here?”

“I flew. I have the new Supernova 4000, dunno if you’ve heard of it?”

The fastest racing broom on the market? Yeah, you’ve heard of it. “Why did you do that?”

Taehyung shrugs. “I like you.”

“Like you’ve liked every other person you’ve been with?” you gnash your teeth. “I’m not some toy, Taehyung. I’m a real person with real feelings, and I’m not interested in players.”

Taehyung laughs. “So it’s because I’m a player? That’s what you’ve heard?”

“That, and I don’t see how someone like you would actually have feelings for me.” There, that’s the kindest way of putting it. “Taehyung, you don’t like me, you just like the show.”

“But I do like you,” Taehyung says earnestly. “I like you so much, I wanted to tell the whole school.”

“Look, Taehyung, I don’t know if you did this on a dare or what, but it’s fine,” you tell him. “We can put this behind us and I’ll forget it ever happened.”

“But–” Taehyung clucks his tongue in exasperation. “I do like you, y/n, what can I do to convince you?”

“Kim Taehyung, this joke is going too far,” you reply indignantly. You’ve reached the end of your patience; what more does he want from you?

“I’m going to get back to my letters now,” you tell him. “Why don’t you practice on your Supernova? Better yet, find some girl– or guy– who buys your confessions, because I don’t.”

Taehyung visibly wilts, but a cocky smile stays glued on his face. “Maybe I will, because it looks like I’m getting nowhere fast.”

“Did you expect anything different?” “Nah, you’re stubborn.” Taehyung winks. “It’s one of the things I like about you.”

“You– ugh!” you throw your hands in the air and stride back to your table in the corner, settling yourself down with a huff.

After a few minutes of silence, Taehyung gets up and makes for the doorway. Wait, so that’s it?

“Where are you going?” you blurt out.

He glances at you over his shoulder. “I’m gonna go seduce some hapless Ravenclaw, since I’m such a player.”

“Well… good,” you reply hesitantly. You’re not surprised, are you? “Have fun. Consent is key.”

Taehyung scoffs and then he’s gone. A few seconds later, Hoseok pops in.

“Hey! How’d it go?”

“What do you mean– wait, you knew about this?”

Hobi shrugs. “The only person that didn’t know how crazy Taehyung is about you was you, y/n.”

“Is everyone in this school insane?” you stand and begin pacing. “We’re exact opposites. He’s in a new relationship every other day, and he’s so dramatic and self-centered and I’m…” you search for the term. “I’ve tried so hard to embody the perfect Hufflepuff. Falling for Taehyung– falling for empty words– goes against everything I want to be.”

Hoseok is quiet for a moment. “What does being a Hufflepuff mean to you?”

“J-just being nice!” you sputter. “Hufflepuffs are kind, and patient, and loyal and protective. I don’t hurt anyone’s feelings, Hoseok, but the way Taehyung is acting means he could. What if I did like him?” you’re arguing a point, you’re sure, you just don’t know what point yet.

“If I liked him and we started dating and he dumped me for the next thing with lips, that would hurt me!”

“So… do you like him?”

You roll your eyes and pick up your quill, settling back at the table. You’re determined to finish your letters by tonight.

“Y/n, you didn’t answer,” Hoseok sings.

“Questions like that don’t deserve answers,” you sigh, and Hoseok gasps in mock anguish.

“Is this what a proper Hufflepuff would do?”

You rub your temples before turning towards your friend with a sweet smile. “No, Hobi, I feel absolutely nothing for Kim Taehyung.”

Hobi eyes you for a moment. “Nice. Now tell me the truth.” He laughs and pokes your arm with his wand. “You’re a terrible liar, y/n.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Uh-huh,” Hoseok says, unimpressed. “Work on your letters, yeah? I’m gonna head to the library, Seokjin’s helping me with my essay.”

“Ah, okay. I’ll see you at dinner.”

Alone in the common room, you shake your head to clear your thoughts. Of course Taehyung doesn’t like you– he’s just a drama queen, and he’s distracting you from your work.

Two hours later, you’ve finished letters to your parents, siblings, and all your friends outside of Hogwarts– you have pen pals from Beauxbatons, Ilvermorny, and Durmstrang. Keeping up with them all is difficult yet rewarding, so that by dinnertime you’re starving but happy.

“Have I mentioned that I love weekends?” Hoseok says as you settle in the Great Hall. “So flexible.”

You smile brightly. “I totally agree, but I love our classes as well.”

“Even Potions?”

You smirk. “Sure, I’m one of the non-Slytherins that Professor Snape actually tolerates.”

Hoseok laughs. “Well, you’re not wrong.”

He’s about to say something else when his eyes catch something behind you. “Kim Taehyung at eleven o’ clock.”

You swivel around in time to see Taehyung swagger in, trailed by two smitten Ravenclaws. Of course.

“How does he do that?” Hoseok wonders aloud. “Do you think he could teach me?”

“Who knows?” you say, turning back and biting with more ferocity than you intended into a piece of bread. “But at least he got over his imaginary crush quick.”

Hoseok sighs. “Y’know, I think you’ve got it wr– what the heck?”

You raise your eyes at your friend’s exclamation and your jaw drops. There’s a shoe in your quinoa. Inside the shoe is a foot and attached to the foot is a person and that person is– yep. Kim Taehyung is standing in your dinner.

“What are you doing?” you hiss. “Taehyung, get down!”

He ignores you, instead knocking his wand on the glass in his hand to quiet the room. The glass promptly turns into a small armadillo and scuttles away.

“Let it be known,” he announces loudly, as dignified as one can be with quinoa in their sock, “that I like y/n l/n.” he looks down at you. “Y/n, will you go out with me?”

You sigh in exasperation as some Gryffindors hoot and whistle. This joke is going a bit far.

“You know, I’ve suddenly lost my appetite,” you tell Hoseok, rising from the table. “I’m just gonna go to bed.”

“Er… alright,” Hoseok says, glancing upwards at Taehyung, who’s still on the table and wearing a hopeful expression. You pointedly ignore him– he’s caused you so much embarrassment, and all for some stupid prank. You stride out of the Great Hall amid laughs and whispers and descend into the Hufflepuff common room. As usual it’s deserted and you sink into a cushy armchair, feeling about fifty years older. What is he thinking?

You take several deep breaths in order to relax, each time noticing a comforting cinnamon scent. Since when has Professor Sprout added scents to the furniture?

“Hey.”

“Ah!” you jump at the disturbance, pressing your lips together when you notice the familiar head of hair belonging to Hufflepuff’s star quidditch player. His hands are shoved deep into his pockets.

“Taehyung,” you breathe. “What do you need?”

He opens his mouth as though to speak before changing his mind.

“You. I need you, y/n,” he says eventually, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve tried everything, and if this doesn’t work I’m really going to give up.”

“Wh-what?”

Taehyung plops down on the chair across from you. “I’ve liked you– loved you, really– since fourth year.”

“I appreciate you trying to make this more believable, but–“

Taehyung curses. “It’s not a lie. Why can’t you understand?”

“You hook up with a different student every other week, Taehyung,” you reply, your cheeks burning at his confession. “You don’t actually like me–“

He surprises you by suddenly rising and striding across the room to grip both of your hands in his, his gaze boring into you.

“Have you ever talked to any of those students?”

“J-Jungkook,” you stammer. “He said that you two were flirting and I know you spent the night in the Slytherin dormitory.

Taehyung snorts and sits back. “Yeah, because Kook was freaking out about a Herbology exam and I pulled an all-nighter to help him study.”

“What?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Y/n, I swear on my life that I’ve never so much as kissed anyone.”

“B-but you’re so cocky–“

“Does that make me a bad person?” Taehyung chuckles. “Come on, y/n, do you really hate me for it?”

“Well, no. I don’t hate anyone,” you tell him. “But standing on the table like you did was crazy.”

“Yeah, Sprout gave me a week’s detention for it,” Taehyung says with a shrug.

“Why did you do it?”

“Y/n, I’ve been flirting shamelessly with you since fourth year, and Hoseok told me yesterday that you still didn’t have a clue, so I went big. Then you don’t believe me after the quidditch game. I’m really at the end of my rope here, so I’m just gonna say one thing and leave.” He looks deep into your eyes. “You are the snarkiest, kindest, most thoughtful, most oblivious, funniest person I have ever met, and I love you for it. Call me a player; say whatever you want but just… tell me if I have a chance.” He stands up and paces, just like you do when there’s too much on your mind.

“If you know that there’s no hope, no way that you could ever like a guy like me…” he takes a deep breath and nods. “Yeah, obviously that’s fine, and I swear I won’t bother you again.”

You open and close your mouth silently as the realization crashes into like a tsunami.

“It… wait, you– what?”

Taehyung counts on his fingers. “The game. Afterwards. And then dinner. Everything I said was true.” He laughs. “I can’t begin to tell you how frustrating it was to try to confess– I didn’t figure you might not believe me.”

“Well, how could I?” you cry. “Why would you actually like me when you’re so out of my league?”

“I’m out of your league?” Taehyung asks, bewildered. “Are you kidding? You’re out of my league, and that’s an understatement. Still,” he puts a hand on your knee and the contact makes your heart skip a beat. “I think this is worth it. Do you?”

And your heart is thumping, thumping so loudly it drowns out all common sense so that you feel no hesitation whatsoever when you nod at him, and Taehyung’s entire face lights up and he laughs, a bright, euphoric laugh that loosens every bit of tension you’ve been holding. It’s a laugh that’s acceptant of all your imperfections, a laugh that makes you stumble forward and wrap your arms around him.

“Are you sure?” he whispers, his lips barely brushing your ear. “I didn’t mean to pressure you, you’re just so damn oblivious–”

You lean back enough to look him in the eye. “Oh, sure, I may have been oblivious, but any more stunts like that and I’ll find someone else to be oblivious about.”

Taehyung raises his hands in surrender. “Yes, ma’am. No more stunts.”

“So…” you fidget, knotting your fingers together. “What now?” 

He laughs. “Want to come down to the quidditch pitch with me before it gets dark? You can try flying on the Supernova and y/n, I swear to you it’s the most incredible feeling–”

You smile, taking his offered hand and standing. This… this feels right. 

A/N: Hiya! Thanks for reading. I really enjoyed this prompt, and while I think I modified it a bit I hope I still did it justice. My inbox is always open, and feedback is welcome and appreciated.