Hogwarts Express P.2 | BTS Hogwarts AU

Hogwarts Express p.2 | BTS Hogwarts AU

Jimin sat down at an empty compartment. He should probably find friends, but as a child who didn’t have magical parents, there’s really nothing he could go on as far as what the social conventions in the wizarding world were. He would probably want to work that out first; maybe when he gets to the school.

He watched in childlike amazement as he watched the scenery pass by. He’s never been on a train before.

He decides that he should probably explore the train, he opened up his door and that’s when there was a whoosh!

A child practically flew in. If Jimin wasn’t quick enough to move aside, he would have been accidentally pushed against the door hinges. The child slid the door shut as hard as he could, and was giggling with a surprisingly deep voice as he threw himself down onto the floor and hid underneath the seat.

He grabbed the first thing he saw to cover him, which were Jimin’s legs. He had Jimin stand in front of the seat so no one would notice the little child in black on the floor.

Jimin didn’t ask and absentmindedly watched the door as kids scurried past, glancing through every door they passed by. The boy’s actions were all too familiar, the same actions as Jimin executed whenever he pulled harmless pranks

After a while, Jimin moved away and sat on the seat across from the child. The child finally got out from his hiding spot and sat up on the seat.

The boy had such a round head and the hair to match. He had a rectangular smile and couldn’t stop laughing, trying to get rid of the rush he had.

“What happened?” Jimin finally asked.

“I transfigured someone’s suitcase full of clothes into tadpoles, and then I accelerated their growth.” Taehyung doubled over in laughter and Jimin broke out into laughter too.

“Aren’t you the same age as me? That should mean that this is your first year! How did you learn how to do that?” Jimin asked as he tried to calm down.

“I’m a half blood. My mother was a Ravenclaw. I learned the spell from her books.” What the heck is a Ravenclaw?

“I take it then, you’re muggleborn.” Taehyung stated his question.

“What’s that?” Jimin asked. Taehyung smiled and nodded, having his guess confirmed.

“No magical parents. You were born from muggles, non-magic folk.” Taehyung explained. Jimin scratched the back of his head, “Yes, I guess I am muggleborn then.”

“That’s cool. I don’t mind.” Taehyung shrugged.

“Do people normally mind that?” Jimin asked nervously.

“Some, not most. Most of that prejudice is in the past. Don’t worry about it. Do your thing and people will like you.” Taehyung gave comforting advice to Jimin.

“I bet you’ll be sorted into Hufflepuff.” Taehyung guessed out loud.

“What’s Hufflepuff? And what was the Ravenclaw you were talking about earlier?” Taehyung sighed with proud authority as he got up and sat down next to Jimin, throwing a lazy arm around his shoulder.

“I’ve got lots to teach you, my friend. By the way, I’m Taehyung.” He brought up his hand and gave a handshake.

“Jimin.”

p.1 (NJ and SJ) | p.3 (H, YG, and JK)

A/N: Will also be having a sorting hat scenario and seven years in hogwarts

Sorting Park Jimin | BTS Scenario ~ Hogwarts AU

It’s a constant struggle for many students between these two houses, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor; similar to the Hufflepuff-like Gryffindor boy. But he since he was much less self-aware, it required the hat to dig more.

This muggleborn was pure for sure. There is such a shy willingness in him with fierce determination to be chivalrous and he was daring enough to prove himself. His kindness was very obvious at the first look.

The Sorting Hat could see the memories he’s had with that erratic Slytherin-like Gryffindor first year and some other first years on the Hogwarts express. He and that boy had such a great chemistry, reminding the hat of two infamous mischievous ginger-haired twins of so many years ago.

But the hat could see the desire Jimin had to be with his new friend in Gryffindor, proving his Hufflepuff loyalty. But his daring determination would only get him so far, lag far behind Taehyung’s. His heart was where he needed to be.

There are one of two outcomes. Jimin could use his kind behavior to lower Taehyung’s energy, or Taehyung could bring out the daring side of Jimin and could cause a lot of mischief around school.

Either way, the bond would have to be formed by different houses.

“Hufflepuff!”

Sort the rest! -

Namjoon~~~Seokjin~~~Taehyung~~~Yoongi~~~Jungkook~~~Hoseok

Canceled | Taehyung

Summary line: Sometimes plans must be canceled, but that doesn’t stop either of you from trying

He sighed as he pressed the speed dial button. Your name, face, and number appeared on the screen as his phone was connecting to yours. He stared lovingly at your picture until you picked up. He put the phone up to his ear.

“Hello, Tae!” Your voice was so cheery, it nearly broke him.

“Hey, Y/N…” By the sound of his voice, you already knew what he was going to say.

“You know what? My manager emailed me about half an hour ago about something I have to do. I was conflicted myself with how I should organize my time. Now I don’t have to.” You rambled on of the reason that tonight is a bust on your part. But what your manager asked of you was actually really small; it would have taken you half an hour, at most, to do what he asked.

“I’m sorry. I know you really wanted this tonight.” You mumbled. He put a hand up to his face. He called to apologize for his absence, and here you were trying to save his face and apologize for what wasn’t even your fault.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m the one who has to break the date in the first place.” V looked down and shuffled his feet.

“Don’t even worry about it. You work so hard! I’m just sad for you that you don’t get a break.” You shook your head even though he couldn’t see it. You covered the mouthpiece and blew the candles.

“Do you have food over there? Do you want me to bring you anything?” you asked.

“No, it’s fine. We have food here.” He sighed. And besides, seeing you would probably make him excuse himself from working and then make him feel guilty the next morning that his work wasn’t done.

“Alright. I’ll still see you when you get home though. I hope you don’t have to work too late.” You said. You both said your goodbyes.

Later that night…

He finally dragged his feet through the thresholds of your home. It was finally time for him to call it a night. The first room to his left was the kitchen and dining area. He peered in. It was very clean, almost the same way it looked when he left. Almost.

He saw lingering traces of what would have been a wonderful night. Used candlesticks were pushed aside to the corner of the counter. Pots and pans were all on the drying rack. Wrappers, empty packages, and food skins were piled up in the garbage can. You were probably completely set when he called you. You probably even had a dress on. He would never know. You wouldn’t even tell him, lest he be upset with himself.

He didn’t eat during practice. His mood was so low and he didn’t want to eat anything else but your food.

He went to the fridge to see if there was anything left. It was bittersweet to see all the food you made tonight in storage. If he was able to make it, he would have left nothing for leftovers. The food was prepared and the candles were lit. You looked beautiful and gussied up. The only thing missing from the picture was him. He grabbed the food and heated it up. He wished that he could have tasted it when it was still fresh and warm.

When the food was heated up, he took it out of the microwave and shuffled to the living room. When he got there, he was surprised to see you still awake, watching a movie.

“Hey.” You said lightly and quietly since it was really late. He came over to you and sat down next to you and put the plate of food on the coffee table. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in, nuzzling your neck.

“I’m sorry for tonight.” He mumbled.

“Oh, no. Are you still upset about that? Don’t be!” You pulled away from him and turned your body to his, tucking your legs under you. You took his face in your hands and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.

“I was able to finish my work too. It’s all good.” You smiled. You looked at the plate of food and looked at the clock. It was past midnight already.

“Didn’t you eat already? Is it okay for you to eat even if it’s past midnight?” You asked with your face filled with concern.

“I didn’t want anything they had. I’ll be fine.” He took the plate and started eating. He grinned for the first time that night and looked at you with his mouth full.

“This is really good!” He said with his mouth full. You laughed and told him to take it easy.

“I can’t take it easy! I’m hungry and this is amazing.” He slowed down though as he kept thinking how you had prepared everything. He wondered if he went to the bedroom that he would see a dress in a puddle on the floor.

He finished his food and cuddled with you as you finished watching the rest of the movie. Even as the credits rolled, you two aimlessly stared at the TV. You were thinking about nothing and was too lazy to get up and stop the movie. He was too busy thinking.

“I’ll make it up to you.” He said randomly. You turned your head to look him. You raised an eyebrow.

“I’m fine. Really.” You emphasized.

“Yeah, well I’m not fine. My girlfriend prepared a wonderful night and I couldn’t pull through a choreography right all day and I had to stay later to practice.” He pouted and furrowed his eyebrows. You pouted too and rubbed his eyebrows away from each other.

“You know that if you abandoned Bangtan, even for one night, you’d regret it the next day. Don’t regret putting in hard work. ARMY loves the efforts you put in and I’m proud of you all the time. This is one night out of many we’re going to have, okay? Don’t be hard on yourself. I’m not.” You comforted him. He gave a half-hearted smile at your words. You felt like it wasn’t enough so you did aegyo.

“Don’t worry, oppa! I still love you!” You said in a cute voice. There was his rectangular smile. You gave him a kiss and figured that would be the end of it.

Later that week…

 You finally got home and took off your shoes. Taehyung was going to be home in two hours. After a day and a half of him still blaming himself, you decided to try the night again.

There was a good chance that he might not be able to make it again, but that wouldn’t matter. This wasn’t for you anyway. This was for him and his mopey-dopey head. And this time, if he didn’t make it, you were going to make sure that you left absolutely no trace that you had this planned.

You had all the groceries in hand as you came into the kitchen and found a set table with candles lit and everything. This looked exactly as it did a couple nights ago when you did it! How did he even know?

You looked up to see a very handsome V, dressed nicely, and with drinks in his hand.

“Great minds think alike. Yours is just a little faster.” You raised your grocery bags up and smiled. He grinned too and put down the glasses. He came over to you and gave you a kiss while taking your grocery bags out of your hand.

“These can be saved for another day. Go change.” He said as he started to put away your groceries. You stood there for a bit to admire the man you had before listening to him to get changed.

You came out and saw him set down warm plates of food he’d been keeping heated in the oven. Since it was only a couple days ago that you guys had your food, he would make something else, with help from his brothers of course. God knows he was the least adept in cooking out of everyone.

“Y/N….you are absolutely stunning.” He stuttered. Is this what he missed a couple days ago?

“I didn’t have much time to freshen up though. I didn’t want the food to get cold.” You felt that you weren’t nearly as pretty as you were a couple days ago. But if you said that, he would blame himself again.

“What’s for dinner?” You took a step to look at your meal. He pulled out your chair for you and you sat down.

“This is a recommendation from head chef Jin. Accompanied by sous chef, Jungkook, kitchen assistants Suga and Jimin. With the lovely and wonderful kitchen supervisor, V. That’s me.” He pointed to himself and gave you his grin.

You laughed at his silliness. His definition of kitchen supervisor was a look-over-your-shoulder-because I’m-bored person who was also a food taster.

He sat down across from you and handed you a menu card next to the candle. You took it and looked through it, pretending to be a dignified food critic. You pursed your lips together with your hand rubbing your chin as you pretended to critique his menu.

“Mm…these food choices match up really well. I’m looking forward to the main course and your dessert. I hope it tastes as good as it sounds.” You looked over to him with a very pretentious look. He grinned at your playful behavior.

“Oh, only the best for my favorite customer.” He poured more juice into your glass. Even though you two were legal, one thing you both agreed on was that alcohol wasn’t your cup of tea.

“You have created a beautiful night and made it up by ten-fold.” You assured him as you raised your glass to him. He raised his to yours and clinked it, also giving his own animated “clink”-ing sound.

Sorting Kim Namjoon | BTS Scenario ~ Hogwarts AU

Never had he felt so confused in his life. 

Ravenclaw was what he felt like suited him best. His pureblood parents raised him with every book in the wizarding world at his feet, he excels and enjoys it. Why is this funky old hat making him question everything he’s known? But Namjoon kind of thinks the funky looking hat probably looks good on him.

The Sorting Hat chuckled at his thoughts regarding his fashion sense with hats. It’s been fun picking on this little first year’s brain. It’s by far one of the more stimulating first years he’s ever met, and with the Sorting Hat “living” for over a thousand years, he has the right to say that.

“Just because you know everything doesn’t mean you must be the type of person everyone looks to for facts, knowledge, and wisdom. I can sense your courage and fierce bravery and you are a born leader. You know what that means don’t you.” Namjoon said nothing but his mind had already started wavering enough for the Sorting Hat to feel encouraged to pick at these three qualities more.

“That’s right. What’s a brain like yours doing in Ravenclaw, picking a life in the library rather than out and about, doing daring things? You would rather pursue things outside of a book, beyond just wisdom and knowledge, am I right? I know it’s a yearning for you…”

Not long after, Namjoon let out a breath and came to a, somewhat-compromised, decision with the fussy old hat. As funky as he thinks he could pull it off, he couldn’t bear to hear the hat nag on and on how much he knows his inner thoughts anymore.

The Sorting Hat chuckles and releases his stimulant, shouting, “Gryffindor!”

Sort the rest! -

Seokjin~~~Taehyung~~~Yoongi~~~Jimin~~~Jungkook~~~Hoseok

Hogwarts Express p.1 | BTS Hogwarts AU

Namjoon had finally settled down at an empty compartment. He sat at the window seat, looking left to see his parents trying to spot him too. He opened the window and stuck out as much as he could to wave goodbye with a toothless smile, showing his dimples to them. It would be the last time in a long time that they see his real life dimples.

The train jerked forward and slowly began to leave the station. Many kids became anxious that they did not get to wave bye to their parents, so they run to the nearest window. Many little kids crowded into Namjoon’s compartment and all tried to shove their arms out of the small window to say bye. Namjoon was still taller than most of the kids there and could still see his parents above all the other little heads. Was he peeved still? Hell yeah.

After the train left the train station, the kids filed out, clearly not wanting to stay around this tall nerd with a smile long gone. He finally let out a breath and took out a book from his carry on.

Seokjin passed by many compartments, there were so many kids in each one, already getting to know each other. As easy as it was for him to be friendly, there was something about joining a group of people who were already friends, without the need to have him barge in and force himself into the group.

He came up to the compartment with this tall boy, quietly reading in the compartment. No one else was in there with him. It seemed like a good idea to settle here. The boy seemed quiet and mature, someone Seokjin could get along with through the trip to Hogwarts.

Seokjin knocked on the door and the boy looked up and nodded. Seokjin gave a small smile and waved as he entered in.

“May I sit here?” Namjoon slowly nodded again. Duh, that’s why he was nodding.

Seokjin sat across from Namjoon and tilted his head to glance at Namjoon’s book about Magical Theory. This kid must have at least one parent who was a witch or wizard. And any kid who was studying up on Magical Theory before he even got to the school grounds…

“My name is Seokjin. What’s yours?”

“Namjoon.” Seokjin’s doe-eyed features told Namjoon that he expected a little more introduction. Would he give it to him?

“I’m a pureblood. That means both my parents are witch and wizard.” Namjoon started out.

“That’s cool! Me too.” Namjoon gave short answer responses for a while and so Seokjin realized that he wanted to have some peace and quiet. Seokjin humbly obliged…until the trolley came along.

“Anything you want from the trolley, dears?” Seokjin jumped up faster than Namjoon could read the next sentence. Seokjin took about three of everything.

Namjoon raised his eyebrows when the trolley witch moved along and Seokjin laid out the whole of his inventory on his seat, organizing like his own sweet shop. Seokjin turned to look up at Namjoon with a smile, “What would you like?” Namjoon smiled, finally showing his dimples for the first time since the train took off.

The rest of the time, Namjoon and Seokjin got to know each other more over the snacks. Namjoon was given one of everything, and shared equally the odd number of the snacks.

p.2 (J and TH) | p.3 (H, YG, and JK) 

A/N: Will also be having sorting hat scenario and seven years in hogwarts

Undercover Mission | BTS ot7

Summary line: You, as a collaborating idol with BTS have been given an undercover mission

You stared at the large index card in front of you, mumbling the words to yourself and looked back up to the camera in shock and started giggling. You brought up the card to your face, hiding your embarrassed smile.

“Ah, seriously.” You repeated the instructions on the card, “Make the members respond to you in English.” You put the card against your forehead and looked at it, laughing again.

“I think I will not complete this mission. Suga will make me lose.” He had the worst English, and he wouldn’t reply if it wasn’t necessary; he probably wouldn’t respond to you at all. You knew your Korean well enough, so why would he ever respond to you in English? The easiest might be Rap Monster. The others were more or less wild cards. Jin liked playing detective, maybe he might spot you out.

“I need to be very clever with this.” You looked at the card and smirked. You looked back at the camera and bowed, “I understand. Y/N fighting!” You pumped your fist in the air and re-entered the room where everyone was chilling out before the show.

You twisted your lips to a corner, unsure how to do this. You quickly looked at the cameraman.

“Quickly, give me the camera.” You reached for the camera and started walking to Jimin first, who was sitting on the chair getting his makeup.

“Jimin. Say something to your international fans!” Jimin looked up at your camera and smiled.

“Hi! What’s up?”

“Pfft, no jams.” You said playfully, sticking out your tongue and laughing at him. He gave you an embarrassed smile. You gave him a reassuring smile, “I’m joking. I like your jams.” As nonexistent as they are.

You continued forward. You could already imagine the animated success icons on the video when this gets upload. One down, six to go.

“V! Say something to your international fans.”

“Hello, my name is V. I love you!” You responded to his rectangular smile with your own. You handed the camera back to the cameraman, figuring that you shouldn’t be so boringly easy with all of them.

“Hey J-hope! Jin!” You walked up to the pair, who were looking through the snacks.

“I should make you two some lasagna one day. You guys like lasagna?” You said lasagna in English. J-Hope tilted his head in confusion.

“L-La-sang-ya?” He asked.

“Uh, sorry. I don’t know if there’s a Korean word for it.” You were about to help him enunciate, but Jin cut you off.

“There is. 라자냐.” Jin munched on a snack, correcting you and helping J-Hope understand. Darn, that foodie. Can he please not know?!

“Oh! 라자냐! Yeah! It’s good, you can make it?” J-Hope asked excitedly. You nodded and laughed, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Anything you liked in America that you missed? I can try to make it for you?” You probed. Please be in English, please be in English!

“Haha, shouldn’t you be making American food for yourself, I bet you miss it.” Jin replied to you.

“Yeah, I do. But if I’m going to make something we all like, that would be even better.” You said. You snapped your fingers.

“Philly cheese steak. You guys must love it!”

“Philly cheese steak! Yes!” Jin high-fived you, helping you earn your English point with him.

“What’s that?” J-Hope asked.

“Minced thin pieces of steak with melted cheese and grilled onions in a sandwich. It’s absolutely mouth-watering.” You swallowed the saliva in your mouth. Talking to these two makes anyone and everyone hungry.

“It sounds really really good.” J-Hope laughed.

“It is. Say it the American way. Phil-ly cheeeesse steak.” You tried to the enunciate tactic again.

“Philly cheese steak.” J-Hope finally grasped the words. You clapped like an English teacher.

“Good job! You can order it again if you ever get a chance in America. I’ll make it for you guys before that though.” You promised. Success!

You started playing an English song, nudging Jungkook to sing along with you.

“I am tired of this place, I hope people change.” Jungkook smiled shyly at you and the camera, no response. You and he had the least interaction with each other; mostly because he’s super shy with girls. You and he have casually hung out before though, so you were really hoping that his shyness will go away for at least five seconds. You kept singing.

“Only fools fall for you, only fools.”

“Only fools do what I do, only fools fall!” He joined your serenade. Yes! You ended up singing the whole song with him.

You sat across from Rap Monster, who was practicing his rap. He looks so concentrated, you felt bad for interrupting him. You looked at the clock, you had two hours. As time moves forward, he’ll be even more worked up with practice, so you might as well interrupt now.

“Rap Monster?” You asked. He paused the song and took off an earphone. He looked up at you, looking polite as ever, you felt so bad.

“Can I share something with you, in English, so it’s kind of private?” You asked. He raised an eyebrow, thinking it was serious. He patted the chair next to him and you came by his side.

“I’m actually pretty nervous for this show. I’m just starting out but I’m already collaborating with you guys for the sake of my own promotion. It’s only my second time on a promoting stage, and I have to perform with you guys. Collaboration was fun with you guys, no doubt, and I want to do it again someday, but I feel like it’s a lot of pressure right now.” You breathed out, giving heart-to-heart. He gave an empathetic smile.

“Don’t worry. I know exactly how you feel.” He started out in English. At least you got that English point, but now you voiced out your anxiety, you were really much more concerned about that.

“We’ve all gone through it. Jungkook just collaborated with Zion T and it’s been over two years as a singer; he was still nervous. Have some confidence in yourself, and us. You wouldn’t be here if you had no talent, and we’ll watch out for you. You’ll be okay. It gets easier. Don’t worry about talking about this in Korean or English though, no one will judge you here.” He gave you a reassuring smile.

“Thank you, Rap Monster. That really helps a lot.” You grinned. He grinned and went back to his music when he knew you were okay. He’s not a leader for nothing.

You looked at the lethargic man and gulped. You really couldn’t bull your way through this one.

“Suga.” He looked up at you.

“How about I teach you some English?” You asked.

“What English?” he asked suspiciously. He, Jin, and Namjoon were one of the more intuitive types of the group. You got past Jin and Namjoon, would you get past “Genius Suga” as well?

“Just something that might help you and your communication with the international ARMY.” You shrugged casually as you sat next to him. He sat up and looked at you.

“What do you want to say to them?” He rubbed his lips in contemplation. He looked at you again, with a suspicious smirk.

“What if I have nothing to say to them?” He challenged, clearly catching on. You felt yourself heat up but you diverted the attention.

“That has to be a lie. You love ARMY and I bet you do have something you want to say. So what do you want to say? Think of the greater good.” You knew you were caught, but until he called you out, you were allowed to continue. You sounded so desperate at the end, he laughed.

“Teach me to say, ‘I support you and your dreams’.” He let you off the hook. You smiled at him and taught him the words.

“I support you and your dreams.” You said in English. You were surprised when he repeated your words quite well, only slight hesitation with the word “support.”

“Thanks, Y/N.” He said, looking away to his phone, clearly done with this. You smiled too.

“No. Thank you.”

“Y/N. You have completed your undercover mission.” The boys were surprised but then laughed when they realized the mission. You only saw Suga silently applaud with a knowing smile while the others were just trying to remember the event.

“Philly cheese steak!” J-Hope waved his arms about, yelling and Jin was by his side, trying to put his hands on his shoulders to calm him down.

“ARMY, I have jams!” Jimin shouted. Namjoon’s expression though, clearly told him to stay put; only Namjoon had authority to call on people’s jams.

“You know, I had a feeling. Was it real, though?” Namjoon asked about what you shared with him. You nodded, “That was sincere. I really was worried about it. I’m glad the performance turned out well. I’m actually still shaking.” You held out your hand to prove your anxiety. He nodded, just content that he was able to help.

“Y/N’s prize is a bowl of bulgogi.” The PD said behind the camera. The boys started an uproar and you laughed.

“I wouldn’t have succeeded this mission if it wasn’t for the boy’s cooperation. It’s my bulgogi and so I choose to share it with my sun-baes.” You announced to the camera as you took the bowl from the PD’s hands, sharing it with Bangtan.