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Jimin glanced at him briefly from the corner of his eye, and then focused on the book with renewed vigor. [...At first, a very long and ridiculously complicated form was designed to be filled out by any wizard who’d preformed the Animagus spell. It coved fifty pages and questioned everything from the wizard’s mother’s maiden name to which brand of toothpaste they used...]

“You’re doing it again.”

Jimin pressed his lips tightly together and plowed onward. [...After much debate, the form was thrown out and...]

“What are you reading anyways?” Jungkook leaned closer, forehead brushing his and nearly unsetting his glasses. Jimin jerked back.

“Malfoy! Knock it off.” He frowned, tilting his head away from Jungkook. “I thought we were ignoring each other.”

“Hmm...I’m bored.” Jungkook lifted the cover of the book and partially closed it to read the title, “’Wizard to Animal: A History on Animagus’. Huh, dull read.”

“You’re bored? So do homework! Entertain yourself.” Jimin reached down and, with a feeling of great relief, removed Jungkook's elbow from his side. Jungkook kicked the bed, nearly catching Jimin’s legs, but tucked his arm closer to his body.

“That was one talent I never did pick up. Entertaining myself, that is. I always had playmates as a child. And many friends when I grew up,” He turned onto his side, still facing Jimin, one slim hand resting on Jimin’s bare elbow. “I suspect you’d have gotten really good at it, though. Playing all by yourself in that Muggle house. Or did you have friends?”

“I’m not going to tell you.” Jimin stated, managing to keep his face blank. Why Jungkook’s words bothered him was beyond him, but for some reason, he couldn’t keep back the memories of sitting quietly in the closet, listening to Dudley and his friends playing outside. Or of hiding away in a corner of the play yard, hoping he would be ignored and hurting because he was ignored.

“My father always made sure there was someone around to amuse me.” Jungkook continued, fingers flexing on Jimin’s arm.

“And I’m sure he’d toss some orders around if no one was forthcoming.” Jimin turned a page in his book, not really seeing the letters. Maybe Jungkook had some condition that prevented him from being silent for very long.

“That was never a problem.” The tone of his voice indicated that subject line was dead. Jimin reminded himself to bring it up again later. “One of my friends was this little witch named Hoshi, if I remember right. Tiny black-haired girl, looked like a doll.” He paused. “Wonder what happened to her.”