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 Jeon Jungkook | BTS Scenario ~ Hogwarts AU

Was it possible for the Sorting Hat to feel conflicted and slightly worried? 

This kid had an unstable energy in him that whispered Slytherin. Last unstable Slytherin he felt was Tom Marvolo Riddle.

He also felt that a surge of bravery and daring nature at his very front that could have been mistaken for Gryffindor, but his ambitious Slytherin essence was his drive to prove something to the world. Even so, he was now in Hogwarts and there’s really no stopping the kid from entering into any house. Putting him in a house he doesn’t belong would just make matters worse and it is forbidden to the Sorting Hat’s principles.

The Hat’s glimmer of hope lies in the Hufflepuff buried in the low, but not far, reaches of Jungkook’s heart. This boy’s mentality was so young, so raw; the Hufflepuff was too small and undeveloped for him to fit in with the Hufflepuff. Nevertheless the hat could feel it, bringing a metaphorical sigh of relief to the hat.

Being in Slytherin might just improve his ambitions, but could stamp out the sensitivity and loyalty the Hufflepuff in him. Unlike the Ravenclaw-like Slytherin, who ignored his kind heart unless it was absolutely necessary, Jungkook was just too raw and young in mind.

Being in Hufflepuff might make it hard on the others, seeing how his Slytherin nature is so seemingly prominent. But one of the strongest traits the hat could feel was loyalty and ambition. If he was put in Hufflepuff, he would do his best to honor that title. The Hat could only hope he finds friends to bring out the Hufflepuff.

Masking his worries, the hat confidently announces, “Hufflepuff!”

Sort the rest! -

Namjoon~~~Seokjin~~~Taehyung~~~Yoongi~~~Jimin~~~Hoseok

Sorting Kim Taehyung| BTS Scenario ~ Hogwarts AU

The Sorting Hat felt this kid was all over the place with his thoughts. 

The kid asked all sorts of strange questions, ranging from the Sorting Hat’s dietary habits, to how it feels to be needed only for the beginning of the year and then sitting at the old Headmaster’s office for the rest of the year. Does he talk to the headmaster and the other portraits on the wall? What’s it like in the office?

Finally the Hat got a grip on Taehyung and settled his thoughts. His curiosity would have been such a Ravenclaw characteristic if he didn’t pick up on his underlying sly and clever spirit that pushed him to gather data about the Headmaster’s office for a prank he’s been planning for over a month now.

This boy was actually pretty nervous but he used his erratic nature to deter away from that. This boy’s brain had such Ravenclaw potential with a Slytherin mindset. But where was his heart? All he could think about was his family right now. He imagined himself to go into the Ravenclaw house because of his mother, to make her proud. But his ambitions were higher than that of a Ravenclaw.

The Sorting Hat’s objective was to dig into the inner beings of each child, and he knew Ravenclaw would soon bore the excitable Taehyung, as well as exhaust the never-ending pursuits for knowledge and wisdom. Just because his mother was Ravenclaw, didn’t mean it fits this boy but he himself didn’t realize that; obviously not a Ravenclaw. His ambitions were not in line of than that of a Slytherin; he wouldn’t fit in Slytherin. Where could he go? He would eat the other Hufflepuffs for breakfast. He would fit right in with Gryffindor. Gryffindor would allow his erratic nature to grow into a lover of defying limits.

The matter was settled in Taehyung’s head.

The Hat needed to let the boy’s mind go wander free again or else the Sorting Hat might need to take a break and sit down, so to speak. Hopefully he has the energy later to remind the headmaster about a potential prank in the nearer future. Screw that, it wasn’t the hat’s job.

Sort the rest! -

Namjoon~~~Seokjin~~~Yoongi~~~Jimin~~~Jungkook~~~Hoseok

Sorting Min Yoongi | BTS Scenario ~ Hogwarts AU

He had come from a long line of death eaters; all those who knew of wizarding world history could spot his ancestor’s sins from a mile away.

He had a thirst for knowledge and a good base at that, a heavily suppressed kind heart, and a determined nature to defy the odds to everyone and prove everyone that not every Slytherin line is bad. 

If he were to prove to everyone that his family is not the family it once was, the chains of his ancestors would be broken. Being in Ravenclaw would be the first step to breaking that chain, to prove that Slytherin descendants could choose their own fate. It was ambitious, but that was what he was; Slytherin for sure.

He was so sure that his Ravenclaw intelligence would prove his purposes though.

“Are you sure? Ravenclaw house will not help you on your goal.” The Sorting Hat spoke out loud, telling him his plan will not work.

“You’re better off defying the odds in a different way, my child.” Yoongi looked confused and inwardly asked the hat why. Already, the boy started to waver on his original plan to stay in Ravenclaw. Wavering doubt was something he was not used to.

This boy has grown up knowing only Slytherin. His hair was surprisingly green for goodness sake! All the kids who knew the housing system had already pegged him as a Slytherin by his hair and his hard stare, and he wanted to prove to them that he wasn’t. But the professors and Sorting Hat could tell by experience that his stare was hard but wasn’t cold. There was more than that to this boy, the Sorting Hat knew.

Though his Ravenclaw intelligence was there, he lacked the wisdom to discern what was best for him. He had been the kind heart of a Hufflepuff but he constantly avoided it since he got his acceptance letter. If only he learned to use it.

Yoongi thought it would be good to change Slytherin ideals from the outside but the hat already knew it wasn’t truly where the boy wanted to be. The Sorting Hat chuckled, the boy’s journey would be much more adventurous and fun for him if he didn’t give away too much.

“I see your ambition is far greater than anything else in that mind of yours. You will excel with this drive and goal.”

Yoongi was almost worried as to why he felt such a relief when the hat announced Slytherin. He looked back at the Hat who gave him a wink as he stepped down the stage. He looked over at the Ravenclaw table and then at the Slytherin table. That’s right, Ravenclaws can’t keep up.

Sort the rest! -

Namjoon~~~Seokjin~~~Taehyung~~~Jimin~~~Jungkook~~~Hoseok

Maelstrom | Suga

Summary line: It takes a genius to help you get rid of the maelstrom in your heart

You’re fairly new to Big Hit. Not a singer, model, actor, dancer, or rapper. You’re composer, lyricist, and producer. You have a bad habit of being a workaholic. Other than biological reasons and greeting people, you almost never get up from your swivel leather chair in the provided small, makeshift studio. 

Your studio is in an open area but it was secluded from the main passing hallways. It is also used as storage and records room, so people come and go very often that you don’t really pay attention; besides, your headphones are always on your head. 

Despite having the whole studio for you to play, you find yourself glued to having something over your ears, people mistake you for anti-social but you’re really just overly engrossed in your work. It’s one of the many reasons Suga sits in here so often, unceremoniously entering your space.

You never asked questions, but then again, he wasn’t sure if you knew he was even present. You did have funny work habits. It’s like you never get up from your chair, but you change positions in your chair a lot; you sit normally, crisscrossed, feet up, or like L from Death Note. You drum your fingers and tap your foot when you’re playing with a beat, figuring a tempo. You bob your head and move your hands like a conductor. You chew on your straw and eat at your desk. Of all the times he’s been here, he’s never really seen you get up. You stand up to greet people with the polite Korean bow, but really, everyone does it, so that memory doesn’t really come to him. He’s done it for at least 20 years of his life now.

He looked up to your form and could only see a portion of the computer screen. He could see the beat you were forming, but with your headphones in, he didn’t know what sound you used to play the beat and he was curious. The beat seemed awfully familiar to him though.

He heard an excited giggle come out of you and he raised an eyebrow. You were pretty amusing when you enjoy yourself. Normally, he would find such habits and sounds annoying, but he could relate to some sense since it was for music. 

Since you were new, you didn’t get much chance to work together, but he’s heard your composition before; he was one of the judges for your audition, he was interested to see how long until Bang PD-nim will allow you two to work together. 

At your last month’s evaluation, he was pretty sure you were ready in terms of working out the program. You’ve proven yourself very efficient and genius in technical tactics, but you still needed a little more time to find your distinctive style.

“Ladies and gentleman, the new and, (sorry, boys, I love it, I really do,) but this is improved remix.” You giggled. He looked around, you were talking to no one. Seriously? You were pretty weird.

You unplugged your headphones and played the track. You remixed the instrumental version of House of Cards. It started out the same way as the original track, but you scratched it before Jungkook’s voice was supposed to start, the track replayed, but time you increased the tempo, adding distorted electric guitar, making a bit of metal/hip-hop feel to it. He heard your tiny voice do something he never expected. You started to rap, replacing the lyrics. Though you weren’t the performer type, it didn’t mean you didn’t the ability.

The original lyrics were about the instability of the house of cards. You rapped about the actual collapse in a regretful and angry tone. The house of cards has reached its limits; you thought you’ve been supporting a house of cards with many others, but it’s only been you this entire time. It’s time to bow out. What were you talking about?

You sighed as you reached the end of the song. You saved the track on your USB and unplugged. You looked at it. You swiveled in your chair and spun a 180° to see him just sitting there, staring at you. Your eyes widened and you looked at your USB, the computer, and back to him.

“What’s the title?” He asked with his arms crossed. You swallowed. Was he mad that you used his track as a base? You’ve heard him say before that you lacked originality.

“I was just going off on your track, kind of response/part two kind of thing. I don’t have a title.” He shook his head. He pointed at your USB.

“That needs its own title. You’re almost there. You think you need the base, but you don’t. You need to be brave about it. Keep the tempo, keep the lyrics; basically keep what you added. Start everything else all over.” He told you sternly. You bit your lip. You wanted to cry. You were actually going to go to the PD’s office and drop it off. Then never be seen again.

“I can’t.” You looked down to the carpet. You curled yourself onto the chair. He sighed, closing his laptop. He took your USB and grabbed the office chair next to you. He swiveled your chair, making you face the desktop again. He plugged in the USB and sat down next to you, opening up your music file. He went to the synthesizer to find the distorted guitar that you had.

“You can’t follow our melody. Make a new one.” He said, not looking at you as he clicked away at the intricate program, wiping away the notes. You sucked in a huge breath and looked up to see what he was up to. You needed to make a new melody, incorporate new and old instruments. Your song was fast-paced and wanted to make it feel turbulent.

You politely moved away his hand and started to add vocalization, timpani drums, piano, and grabbed the synth keyboard from the shelf next to you. You didn’t notice his eyebrow when you also chose the triangle, xylophone, and marimba on the program. You contemplated on keeping your distorted guitar; clearly starting all over. He quietly watched you as you composed a new melody, its harmony, its accompaniment, its arrangement.

Your habits emerged once again as you drowned yourself in your work. It was different this time though, a little self-conscious about it since you couldn’t ignore Suga’s presence. His presence was silent, but deafening. You didn’t dare stop, not that you really wanted to. Sometimes you would look at him for reassurance for what you do with your music. You kept asking him if things were “okay.” He wouldn’t answer those questions. He just shrugs, not giving you any input, saying it has to be yours, do what you do.

“What does it sound like to you?” You finally asked, playing the completed instrumental track. You were done, ready to present the whole track, at least to him.

“Turbulent. Troubling. Chaotic and confused. In the way you feel it, not the musical form.” He provided feedback after the intro and the verse should have started. You smiled.

“Close your eyes, what do you see?” He was pretty curious of your request, seeing how he’s never asked for any visual feedback for his music. Different musicians had different ways of presenting their music. Apparently, you wanted your music to have visual interpretation. He did as you told him to.

“Without your lyrics about a collapsing house of cards, it’s a storm in the middle of the ocean. The waters are dark and starting to concave itself, causing a maelstrom. The sky is too dark and the rain is unrelenting.” He paused. Your track was coming to an end.

“The storm is calming down…slowly yet abruptly, I can’t tell. I see a small yellowish, greyish, bluish horizon, far beyond the dark clouds. The sea…the ripples are still there, but it’s even. The storm has passed.” He opened his eyes to see you nodding, scribbling away at your notebook, taking in his vision.

“That’s exactly what I’m hoping you’d see.” You said, without looking at him. You used your pen to scratch your head, “The visual is completely different now. I need to change the topic of my song.” You mumbled frustratingly. You mumbled on how this vision required a resilient ship. He smiled. That’s the point. You didn’t realize it, but you just created your first original track.

The maelstrom in your heart has settled. You weren’t going anywhere. Big Hit wouldn’t want you to, and neither would he.

If you’re dust in the universe, then we’re all dust in the universe. What makes you think you’re any less of a significant dust than others? You’re dust to the universe because you think of yourself as insignificant and far to small to the whole universe? Then we all are. That city of dust, republic of dust that you’re talking about, that is us. If the world didn’t have us, the world will flourish in terms of environment, probably. But no one will be there to appreciate it. No one to groom it, no one to fill up the empty space. So why not have us?

You’re right, dust isn’t a mistake but it’s tossed carelessly. Most people don’t see the meaning to dust, so yes, they handle it very carelessly. Some people are super sensitive to it, so yeah, some people would go as far as hate it. We don’t care for it, after all this, we probably still won’t. It’s that insignificant. But dust will still be itself, no matter what we think of it, right? Dust is insignificant to us, but to dust, they are company for one another. They’ll be fine. Don’t worry about that dust in your life. It’s insignificant. 

There are many things we look to that we want to find meaning at very random times, like passing by a stranger one day and wondering what their life is like. But, in total honesty, is it meaningful to us? It can be. Is it significant to us? Probably not. But it is significant and meaningful to others who are directly connected. Separate what you wish to find meaning in and what is truly significant. Not meaning to say that these things hold no significance, if it didn't, I wouldnt have a chance to respond to someone I respect so much. :)

Gray dust. Gray suits you. Don’t underestimate that color though; I know you don’t. You make sense of the color for the world, on a macro scale. But as for me, I make sense of the inner being, on a micro scale. I consider gray as very contemplative, wise and reflective. It's sturdy and reliable. There’s a sense of turbulence to it sometimes, but gray can let it go, turbulence won’t leech on gray for too long. Maybe some yellow spots, for your personal logic and pikachu. Edit: I take it back, you’re STARdust

Side note: Dust with character? hahaha, you make me laugh. You sound like you’re ready to give Pixar a new idea for something inanimate to have feelings.

Love, Smiles

16.02.28 BTS fancafe update

Rap Monster - 

01:38am kst

비록 나는 우주의 먼지이지만 나는 먼지가 참 싫다

시야를 흐리게 하고 기침이 나오게 하고 나를 비겁하게 하여 싫다.

그런데 오늘 길을 걷다 문득 먼지가 내 눈에 보였으면, 하는 생각이 들었다. 그럼 세상은 온통 형형색색의 먼지들로 찍혀진 점묘화처럼 비춰지지 않을까. 또 가끔은 먼지에게 미안도 한 것이, 먼지는 존재한다는 잘못 아닌 잘못만으로 늘 버려지고 이리저리 쓸려다니니까. 숨만 쉬고 있어도 불청객이고 폐가 되고 마는 것이다. 이 먼지의 운명이란 참 서글프다. 일개 먼지를 소중히 보관하는 사람조차 없지 않은가.

하기사 그것이 가능키나 한 일인지 모르겠다마는, 먼지가 인격을 가지게 되면.. 아 그럼 먼격인가? 온 세상의 모든 먼지들이 한 곳에 뭉쳐 먼지들의 도시, 먼지공화국을 만들지 않을까? 그럼 먼지가 물러난 세상은 마냥 깨끗하고 쾌적할까? 잘 모르겠다. 진짜 먼지 말고도 사람과 사람 사이에 떠다니는 먼지들이 지금도 너무너무 많아서. 어쩌면 우리도 그저 거대한 ‘먼지 덩어리'일 수 있잖아.

이 우주에게 나는 어떤 색깔의 먼지이려나. 오늘 밤도

먼지 같은 하루를 훅- 불어 보낸다

Even though I’m just a dust in the universe, I don’t really like dust. It blurs my vision, it makes me cough, it makes me feel timid so I hate it.

But today while I was walking and dust suddenly got into my eyes, I had a thought. Then won’t it be that the world looks like it’s a pointillism painting with all the dust of various colours Sometimes I feel sorry towards dust, their existence wasn’t a mistake but they always got sweep and thrown around like they are a mistake. It’s unwanted and harmful even when we’re breathing. The fate of these dust are quite sad. There isn’t a single person who sees dust as a precious thing. I don’t know if it’s possible, but what if these dust have a character.. Won’t all the dust in the world gather in one place and make a city for dust, a republic for dust? Then, will a place without dust be clean and pleasant? I don’t know. Besides the real dust, there’s a lot of dust floating between humans now too. Maybe we will just be huge “pile of dust” too.

I wonder what dust colour I am to the universe. Again I spend tonight blowing away my day that’s like dust.

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