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For a moment, Jimin just enjoyed the feeling, allowing himself to shift closer to Jungkook as the source of his comfort. Unfortunately, the warm-fuzzies didn’t last very long before fading and Jimin and Jungkook were left glaring at each other over their joined hands. They reached a mutual unspoken agreement that this was the start of something very bad.

“This is your fault.” Jungkook said sullenly, tugging Jimin’s hand but making no attempt to end the hold. Harry frowned and forego responding. [ is it seriously happening? Me holding this paranoid's hand]

In the following five minutes, Jimin considered letting go of Jungkook’s hand, both on general principles and the fact that he really had to go pee, but he never got past the thinking part. Jungkook just glared at the wall and muttered dire threats under his breath. Eventually, the door opened and the teens looked up to see Madam Pomfrey enter the ward. She deposited a pile of cloth bandages on a counter and turned to face them.

“Well, you’re awake. And quite a bit of a spot you’ve gotten yourselves into.”

“It’s not my fault! I demand that something be done about this!” Jungkook said imperiously, lifting his and Jimin’s joined hands for emphasis. Madam Pomfrey eyed him thoughtfully.

“Sadly, there is nothing for me to do.” She dusted off her hands, “I suppose you’re hungry. Go wash up and I’ll bring you something to eat. After that, I’ll explain something of what happened.”

“WHAT!” Jungkook jumped up, yanking Jimin face down on the bed. “You can’t just leave us like this! I’ll going to tell my father about this!” Jimin quietly informed the bed sheets of his opinion of that venture. “This is intolerable! My father will see you all fired if you don’t reverse whatever it is this idiot did...ow.”

Jungkook swayed and sat back down on the bed, looking startled and dismayed. Jimin scooted closer to the other boy until he was pressed against Jungkook’s lower back, feeling irrationally bothered by Jungkook’s discomfort. This was starting to get strange.

Madam Pomfrey was nodding wisely, as though Jungkook had said something profound.

“I’ll explain all in my own time. Right now it’s more important that you eat and relax some. Now go wash up.” She stated again, pointing the way to the hospital wing bathroom. “I’ll be back soon.” With that, she left them.

Jungkook craned his neck around and frowned at Jimin’s closeness. “I hate you,” he said.

“Likewise.” Jimin directed his frown at the bedding, uncomfortably aware Jungkook's warmth against his body. What was even more worrying was that a part of him enjoyed it. Blushing suddenly, he sat up. “Come on.” Jimin slid his legs off the bed, shifting his grip from Jungkook’s hand to his wrist.