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“Yes, next I’m going to make you lick my boots and wash my yesterdays underwear. try not to sniff pervy boy.

YOU!

C’mon, I have to use the privy.” Jimin stood and began pulling Jungkook. The other wasn’t helping any. “jeon Jungkook, this isn’t easy for me either --“

“Like I’m supposed to care about that,” Jungkook said waspishly, his lower lip pushed out in a pout. Jimin thought he looked amazingly childish.

“Maybe not, but you don’t have to make any harder.” He applied more pressure. Finally, Jungkook gave in and stood. Still pouting, the blond boy took the lead, practically dragging Jimin after him.

[Well, quite a frustrating turn of events. This has to be because of that spell. Why else the headaches? And how come care what Jeon Jungkook feels? Jungkook suffering usually means a good day for me. But...I don’t understand what went wrong with that spell.] He shook his head to clear it as Jungkook yanked him in the general direction of the toilet.

“Go on then.”

“Um...I need my hand.” He meant that Jungkook should transfer his touch to another body part, but Jungkook instead jerked his wrist free of jimin's ’s grip and...

Pain, searing through his head, pounding in his chest, driving away all thoughts.

Jimin cried out, all but jumping towards Jungkook. Their bodies collided and they clung to each other as the pain ebbed away. It appeared that now that the spell had them together, it wasn’t about to let them separate again. Once the happy-tingly feeling left, Jimin had to face the fact that he was snuggling a Jeon Jungkook, of all people. They jerked apart, Jimin blushing faintly through his glare and Jungkook looking ready to hit someone.

The day was just getting better and better.

After taking turns relieving themselves, and washing their hands and faces (somehow managing to keep in physical contact the entire time), they returned to the ward. Madam Pomfrey was back with sandwiches, flagons of pumpkin juice, and chocolate pudding. She hustled out before they had a chance to question her. With a bit of shifting around, the pair settled to eat, bare feet touching to free their hands.

“The thing about you park,” Jungkook spoke around his bread, breaking an otherwise pleasant silence, “Is that you just can’t stand to have other people think badly of you. No, no, everyone has to love the Great Park Jimin ”

“Did I ever tell you that you’re daft?” Jimin asked rather politely. “I grew up around people who would held cockroaches in higher esteem than they did me. I honestly don’t give a bloody damn either way.” Not entirely true, since such disregard always hurt and made life difficult, but he wasn’t about to admit that to Jungkook .

“Right, like I believe that,” snorted Jungkook. He paused, evidently thinking of something worse to say. Jimin really wished Hoseok hadn’t found that book.