chramed

pairing: Jimin x Yoongi

genre: fake tutoring? if that’s a genre, hogwarts au, fluff

word count: 2.2k

warnings: none (unless you really hate fluff)

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“Jimin!” Hoseok waves wildly from across the corridor. “Where are you going?”

Jimin grins at the sight of the Hufflepuff bounding towards him. For some reason, everyone expected Jimin to hate Hoseok. At least, everyone in Slytherin did. Enthusiastic, optimistic, smile like sunshine, always dressed in daffodil yellow—the edgier Slytherins had plenty of reasons to steer clear of Hoseok. Jimin isn’t known as the friendliest Slytherin for nothing, though, and he made fast friends with not one but two Hufflepuffs: Jung Hoseok and Kim Taehyung.

“The library. I have tutoring,” Jimin replies easily.

Hoseok quirks an eyebrow. “For what?”

“Oh, just some Charms tutoring,” Jimin says with a dismissive wave of his hand.

The two of them walk down the corridor and turn left towards the library. Hoseok is bemused, to say the least.

"But you're pretty good at Charms," he says with a frown. “Aren’t you top of your class?”

“You don’t understand, Hobi. This isn’t just tutoring. This is tutoring with Min Yoongi.”

Jimin can pinpoint the moment it all dawns on Hoseok, but he won’t. He’s a man on a mission, and he cannot be late to his tutoring session with Yoongi. How is he supposed to make Yoongi fall in love with him if he can’t even be punctual?

Hoseok stops Jimin in front of the large double doors to the Hogwarts library. “Listen, Jimin. I don't think you should be dumbing yourself down for some guy.”

“Min Yoongi is not some guy,” Jimin insisted. “Besides, this was your idea. Or do you not remember?”

“Oh, yeah.” Hoseok scratches his head, looking sheepish. “But I wasn’t actually being serious. You should know better than to follow my terrible advice.”

“But this one was brilliant! You’re an underrated genius, Jung Hoseok.”

Hobi flushes at the praise.

Hook, line, sinker. Jimin knows better than to let his concerned friends interfere with his plan. What better way to get away with his (and originally Hoseok’s) questionable ideas than with flattery? It’s foolproof.

“Alright, but be careful. I don’t want you to be upset when this all blows up in your face, and it probably will. It’s one of my ideas, after all.”

The two boys get a faraway look when they recall Hoseok’s idea for the ultimate prank last year, the same one that gave half the Hogwarts population food poisoning.

“They’ll never see it coming,” Hoseok had said. That’s what he says before every prank, but let’s just say Hoseok is not the best at surprises. Usually “they” can always see it coming.

Hobi shifts on his feet. “Do I really have to remind you of Namjoon and his failed attempts to woo that one hot Ravenclaw? They called him Namjesus for months. He’s not even Christian.”

“This plan isn’t as impossible as Namjesus’s,” Jimin says with a roll of his eyes. “I think I have better execution than that idiot.”

“I’m telling him you said that.”

“And? What’s he gonna do? Hex me? We all saw how that turned out last year.”

Don’t get him wrong, Namjoon is one of his best friends, along with Hoseok. Jimin shows his affection to Hoseok by being his baby to spoil, and he shows his affection to Namjoon by gently bullying him.

Hoseok winces. “Harsh but true. Okay, I should be heading back to the common room, but good luck with your tutoring.”

He puffs out his lips in a kiss after he says “tutoring,” and Jimin laughs, shoving his shoulder.

“Trust me, I don’t need luck.”

With that, Jimin steps into the vast library, ducking under a third year’s Cheering Charm that clearly missed the intended target.

The library has never felt as massive as it does now. One quick glance around from his spot at the entrance makes him momentarily wonder if Yoongi wasn’t there. Maybe he just wouldn’t show up. Yoongi informed him that their tutoring would be at a table in the Charms sections, Jimin reminds himself, steeling his nerves.

Jimin passes towering shelves of books on Potions, Transfiguration, Herbology, unicorns, ghosts, practically everything but Charms, before he spots a flash of green and black between the aisles. Sure enough, it’s Yoongi in all his glory. He’s sitting at an empty table, hunched over a book about Advanced Defensive Charms.

What a nerd.

“Hey!” Jimin puts on his most dazzling smile before plopping down at the seat in front of Yoongi. A student nearby glowers at Jimin’s loud greeting.

Yoongi looks up, unimpressed. “You’re late.”

Jimin’s smile falls, wishing he could hex Hoseok with his mind for holding him up. It’s okay, he can still salvage this. “Thanks for offering to do this, by the way. It really helps.”

Yoongi shrugs. “It was either this or detention.”

Jimin is offended, and rightfully so. Professor Flitwick told Jimin that Yoongi was interested in tutoring other students in Charms, not that it was a punishment. If he had known, maybe he wouldn’t have asked for tutoring.

Jimin surveys Yoongi, his pretty eyes, his poker face, his black hair that falls into his face in just the perfect way. Who’s he kidding? He would’ve still jumped on the opportunity if he knew.

For once, Jimin isn’t sure what to say, so he focuses on taking his textbook out of his bag.

“Right, Sixth-year Charms.” Yoongi sighs, scanning the title of Jimin’s textbook. “Let’s get started with the Confundus charm. We learned it in 5th year, but Flitwick put it on all the exams in 6th year too.”

Jimin thinks it’s hilarious he’s about to get Charms tutoring from Min Yoongi, the least charming person on earth. He keeps this to himself though, because pointing out as much might not rub Yoongi the right way. He already feels like he’s skating on thin ice, and it’s only been three minutes.

The actual tutoring part seems to go pretty well. Jimin might already be one of the best in Charms, but that doesn’t mean that Yoongi isn’t still helpful. He’s surprisingly gentle, guiding Jimin’s wand with a large hand and soft touch.

As a 6th year Slytherin, Jimin feels that he should know Yoongi a little bit better. They’re only one year apart and in the same house, but the walls Yoongi has built around him are impenetrable. Yoongi only seems to be open with his two Gryffindor friends. Jimin’s seen the three of them laughing it up in the Great Hall or passing notes in class, and he can’t help but feel a wave of jealousy. He wants that with Yoongi, to know him and see him for who he is.

Even with his distracted mind, it’s hard for Jimin to purposefully throw his charms and make them go wrong. He knows he has to appear somewhat hopeless at Charms, but even when he’s trying to fail, his charms are strong, his wand movements are crisp, and his pronunciation is clear. Why is it so hard for Jimin to be bad at this?

The second time it happens, Yoongi narrows his eyes at Jimin, glancing at the confused first year that Jimin accidentally-on-purpose sent his charm at. Curse Yoongi’s perceptive nature.

“Try that again, exactly the way I taught you,” he says, pushing Jimin’s wand to point in the right direction and not at an unsuspecting victim.

Jimin runs a nervous hand through his blonde hair before performing the counterclockwise motion for the Charm. He tries to move his wand in an oval rather than a circle, and the end result is perfect. He misses entirely and the charm hits a book. The book hops off the shelf and starts dragging itself away. Jimin turns back to Yoongi with a timid smile.

“Was that better?”

Yoongi doesn’t say anything, watching Jimin’s hand closely. He only hums thoughtfully in response. Jimin can’t help but swoon at how deep his voice is.

The rest of their hour-long session passes like this, with Jimin purposefully failing at one of his favorite subjects, then swooning at a confused, curious, and very much oblivious Yoongi. Jimin thinks he’s finally mastered how to be bad at Charms, but he must have overestimated his ability to fail.

“There it is again!” Yoongi points out, a frown etched into his face. “It’s like you’re doing it wrong on purpose.”

Jimin’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second before he shakes his head. “No, I’m not, I swear.”

Yoongi raises his brows. “Are you wasting my time right now?”

It’s in Yoongi’s disappointed voice, the creases on his forehead, the tension between the two of them. Jimin knows what Yoongi’s implying; he knows when he’s caught.

Jimin’s shoulders slump, and he drops his wand onto the table with a deep exhale. “Fine. You got me. I can already do a Confundus Charm. A goddamn good one too.”

Yoongi is perplexed, to say the least. He has no clue why one of the top sixth years would want tutoring from him in a class he’s already passing with flying colors, and he still has no answers to the lingering question on his mind.

Jimin finally looks Yoongi straight in the eye. “I’m sorry, Yoongi. I shouldn’t have done this. I just thought...never mind. Just forget it.”

“Spit it out.”

Jimin takes another deep breath. For someone as charming and confident and forward as Jimin, he’s awfully self-conscious. It’s not that he wanted to lie to Yoongi, it’s that he couldn’t make himself tell the truth. If Jungkook could see him now, he would laugh and call him a coward. How would Jimin even defend himself? Up until now, that’s what he feels like. A coward, a snake, a Slytherin, tricking this boy into spending time with him.

With another look into Yoongi’s eyes, swirling with confusion, Jimin decides that he owes him the truth.

“I like you, okay?” Jimin says. “I wanted an excuse to hang out with you.”

Somehow, Yoongi is even more confused. An utterly baffled expression crosses his face.

“You...like me?” Yoongi echoes, looking as lost as Hoseok in the Quidditch field (the man can’t tell a quaffle from a footstool). “You...you like me, so you signed up for tutoring?”

Jimin buries his face in his hands, which is a confirmation in its own way. “It sounds even more pathetic when you say it.”

“Why didn’t you just ask me?”

Jimin looks up at that. Yoongi’s face is splotchy and red, and he wants to believe it’s because of him.

“Ask you? You’re kinda intimidating, Yoongi.”

“But you like me anyway.” Yoongi smiles, a crooked, cocky, warm, beautiful smile that Jimin’s never seen before, and Jimin thinks he’s passed away for a moment.

“Yuh-huh,” Jimin sputters. This must be one of the first times someone has left The Park Jimin utterly speechless. The last time was when Taehyung missed his target and cast a Muting spell on him, but other than that? It’s unheard of, unrealistic, impossible even. Until Yoongi apparently.

Yoongi grins at that, and Jimin is almost overwhelmed by the sheer cuteness of this foreboding man’s gummy smile.

“Anyways, our tutoring session is almost over, and I have to help some hopeless fourth year after you. I think it went well, don’t you?” Yoongi stands up and walks over to Jimin, picking up his pen. He doesn’t wait for Jimin's response before continuing. “I don’t think you need tutoring anymore, but I figure I’ll give you this since you didn’t ask.”

He grabs Jimin’s wrist, gentle and soft, and writes his phone number onto Jimin’s forearm. “There.”

Jimin is sweating. This is the absolute last thing he expected to happen at the end of this tutoring session, and he daydreamed a thousand versions of it where he launched himself into Yoongi’s arms.

He still hasn’t fully processed that Yoongi’s number is scrawled on his forearm or that his wrist is still tingling from where Yoongi held it when a small boy taps on his shoulder.

“You’re in my spot.”

“Hello, Robert,” Yoongi says somewhat pleasantly, for him. No, for him, his voice was downright cheerful. How the turn tables.

That was supposed to be Jimin. He’s the charming, flirty one, the one that renders others mute. But here he was, feeling like he hit himself with his own Confundus Charm. Maybe it ricocheted off the bookshelves, who knows anymore?

Jimin is all but shoved aside by Robert, the fourth year. He’s never seen a student at Hogwarts who was so antsy for tutoring (excluding him at the beginning of his session with Yoongi), and he narrows his eyes at the younger boy. Robert avoids Jimin’s pointed look, already sitting at the table and looking up at Yoongi as if he hung the stars in the sky.

Jimin scoffs, out loud this time. Yoongi suppresses a laugh, and Jimin’s glare turns into a laugh of his own.

“Thanks, Yoongi,” Jimin says, still in a daze. His cheeks are still warm, and his mind is still full of Yoongi’s soft, surprisingly veiny hands holding his arm with so much care.

“See you later, Park Jimin,” Yoongi calls after him. Yoongi’s smile shakes Jimin out of the spell he thought he was under. He beams back at Yoongi, then glances down at the numbers on his arm. No, he is definitely not confused anymore.

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