Hogwarts : The Bangtan Episode

Jungkook woke up at 8:45 the next morning. He normally would’ve been perfectly happy, for that was a reasonable amount of sleep for him. He was refreshed, relaxed, honestly he felt better than he had for weeks. But when his eyes opened, and he saw the gaudy red curtains and not his typical bedroom ceiling, he knew he messed up.

Classes started at nine. 

He clambered out of bed, throwing pieces of clothes on and trying to find his wand. His socks were on halfway when he stumbled into the Gryffindor common room, which luckily was empty. Lucky in the sense he wouldn’t be embarrassed, but unlucky in the sense everyone was already gone.

He sprinted down corridors and staircases, taking steps two, sometimes three at a time. The paintings laughed at him as he ran by, making crude comments about his disheveled state. One painting even thought it’d be funny to make an obscure movie reference, something about a running forest? Jungkook didn’t get that one.

When he finally made it to the Great Hall, all the students had finished eating and were starting to make their way to their first classes. All the food had magically been cleaned up, and Jungkook groaned, collapsing on the first seat available.

“Jungkook? You okay?” Jin asked worriedly, sliding next to the first year.

“MMmmph” Jungkook muttered into his arms, not bothering to sit up.

“Uh. . .” Jin looked around the table at his fellow fifth years, silently asking what to do. He wasn’t used to consoling younger students, he only reprimanded them. He had an older brother, not a younger one, so he felt far out of his depth on emotional counseling. “Can I. . . uh, do anything to help?”

“Not unless you can turn back time and get me some breakfast,” Jungkook sighed, sitting up a little. Jin gasped seeing his unmade uniform, his rat’s nest hair, and how puffy his face was.

“Shit Kook! You look like you were attacked by imps! You poor thing, here, let Hyung help-” Jin immediately started fussing over the younger. He fixed his hair, slicking it back, so it at least looked like Jungkook had been awake longer than ten minutes. He then moved onto his tie, tightening it fully and tucking Jungkook’s shirt into his pants for him.

“-woah, hey wait I can-”

“Obviously you can’t tuck your shirt in, so I’ll do it for you.”

“Please, Jin I-”

“It’s Hyung to you.”

Jungkook wrinkled his nose, not remembering the last time he had to use honorifics.

“Okay, well, Hyung , I don’t need you to-”

“Oh, Jungkookie!” A singsong voice called, and two figures sat down next to the first year who was currently being smothered by Jin-love. “Getting a full pat down from a fifth year I see?”

Jungkook’s face flushed red at Jimin’s teasing, Taehyung’s giggles only making it worse.

“And not just any fifth year, why Kim Seokjin, the prefect himself!” Jimin gasped, making it so much more dramatic than Jungkook thought it needed to be. All the Gryffindors at the table were now watching this rare sight, a Hufflepuff and a Slytherin bullying a Gryffindor with a prefect watching. Even some passersby had started whispering.

“Shut up Park, I’m only helping my dongsaeng. Can’t have my little maknae going to his first class looking like a troll, can we? Now, for the finishing touch-” Jin pulled his wand out, pointing it directly at Jungkook’s face. 

Everyone at the table backed up, terror in their eyes as Jin smiled. Even Jimin scooted backwards, and Jungkook didn’t take that as a vote of confidence.

“Uh, Hyung, I don’t think-”

“Hush! Let me help! I’ve done this a million times, now let me remember, how does the spell go again-” Jin tapped his chin thoughtfully, giving everyone around them more time to slowly back away. 

Except for Jungkook, who was worried about going cross eyed from looking at the wand pointed at his nose for too long. 

“AHA! I REMEMBER!” Jin shouted. “No clash-in', quick passion, give Jungkook an immediate refashion!” He flourished his wand and a loud snap, followed by a blinding explosion of white sparkling light filled the hall, sending students running and hiding. 

Smoke billowed from the Gryffindor table as Headmistress McGonagall came running up, incredible worry on her face.

“Students? Students?! Is everyone okay? What happened?” She pulled her wand out, sending the fog and smoke up to the ceiling. Jimin groaned from on the floor, rubbing his eyes from the flash bang he just had a front row seat to. Taehyung was no better off, dazed and confused but now with glowing white hair. The other Gryffindors slowly recovered, even Jin who had been thrown backwards when the spell went off. He sat up, a little red in the face, but smiling, nonetheless.

“It worked Headmistress, look!” He pointed to a dazed Jungkook who just stood up from the cold ground. His whole body felt tingly, a little tender and itchy, but he did feel more awake. Maybe it was just the literal glitter bomb that went off, but he swore he felt-

“Holy shit” Jimin said aloud, and Jungkook whirled around.

“What?”

Everyone around them was staring at the first year, eyes blinking in shock and awe. Even the Headmistress forgot to scold Jimin on his language, as she too was too busy staring at Jungkook (but more in horror he felt.) 

“What? What is it? Why is everyone looking at me like that?” Jungkook asked, not liking how no one was answering him.

“Jungkook! It’s time for the day’s first lesson!” Jin squealed, looping his arm around Jungkook’s shoulders. “Come on, I’ll walk you to your first class! Potions, right?”

“Uh, yeah-”

“Perfect! Let’s go!” Jin mall walked the two out of the Great Hall, steering Jungkook further and further away from large crowds. He was grateful for it too, because it seemed anyone who looked at him acted strangely. Girls and boys alike would stop walking, frozen in place, just staring. A few managed to wink at him, or even wave like they knew him . But the didn’t, because Jungkook was pretty damn certain he’d been anti-social yesterday. Pretty sure.  

“Jin Hyung, what’s going on? Why is everyone looking at me like-”

“Like you’re hot shit? Because you are.”

“Hot shit like handsome, or like. . . you know, literal, hot shit?”

“Hot shit handsome, duh! I wouldn’t be touching you if you looked like feces.”

“Gee thanks Hyung. Glad to know you’ve got my back.”

“Happy to help!” Jin chirped, completely missing his sarcasm. “Here’s potions, hope you have a great class! Remember to write lots of notes and maybe try to make as many friends as possible now. Also, no accepting love confessions. None.”

“What?”

“You got this, have fun, love you BYEEEEE!” Jin called, running away down the dark corridor. Jungkook stood there for a moment, completely lost. He blinked, shrugged, and went inside. Maybe Jin just was always this weird. He’d only known him for a day. It’d make sense that he didn’t really know Jin Hyung. Maybe he’d meet some normal people in this class.

All those hopes were out the door as soon as he stepped in the door, because everyone in here acted just as weird. The Gryffindor first years had dual potions this morning with some Hufflepuff first years and every head turned to stare at Jungkook as he looked for a seat. He moved towards the only opening, but one Hufflepuff boy shoved his friend off a stool.

“HERE! Sit here!” He gasped, before shaking his head, shocked at his own outburst.

Jungkook grimaced, politely declining and taking the seat that was open. The boy he sat next to paled and immediately shoved his head into the textbook in front of him. 

“Uh, hi? I’m Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook-” He reached his hand out, hoping the boy would speak to him, unlike everyone else. The other boy glanced back, but made eye contact and squeaked, shoving himself back in his book.

Jungkook sighed, slumping forward in his desk. What was wrong with him? Did Jin’s spell do something terrible? He thought it was supposed to freshen him up, make him look more awake. Did he look like a monster or something? Why was everyone acting so weird?

“. . . I-I’m Bang Chan.”

Jungkook’s head shot up, surprised his table partner actually spoke.

“Hi! You’re a Hufflepuff?” Jungkook asked, ready to get as much information out of the boy while he was willing to talk.

“. . . yeah?”

“That’s cool! I just met a second year Hufflepuff last night, Kim Taehyung? Do you know him?”

“. . . yeah?”

“What’s he like? Is he always kinda weird? Does his hair change color while he sleeps? Why does he hang out with that Slytherin, Park Jimin?”

“. . . yeah?”

“Are you only gonna answer with yeah?”

“. . . yeah?”

Jungkook groaned, slamming his head on the table. It was hopeless. These Hufflepuffs were all brainless sheep. So much for making friends.

Professor Slughorn then walked into the room, kindly greeting the new faces and making connections between past students of his and those around the room. When he got up to Jungkook and Chan’s table he paused, staring at Jungkook for a moment.

“You look quite familiar, my boy, but with whom I cannot say. Should I know any of your family?”

Jungkook didn’t want to answer this, but he knew dodging the question would only cause more issues later. 

“. . . my brother? Jeon Jung Hyun?”

“Merlin’s beard! Jung Hyun! Of course I know him. He was one of my favorite students of his year! So talented and hardworking, a real Gryffindor, true and true. Shame what happened to him, too young, really, far too young. I do hope your family is taking it well, but I can’t imagine losing such a promising light like him. Very tough to move out of that shadow.”

“Yeah. . . we’re handling it.”

“Your mother too? I always loved her in my class, such a fragile thing. She married a muggle, yes? You and your brother are both half?”

“Uh-” Jungkook bit his lip, uncomfortable already. “Yeah. She met dad back in Seoul, and they moved to Northampton when I was born.”

“I presume Jung Hyun is buried there too? I’d love to pay him respect sometime, you know, as one does.”

Jungkook winced, wishing this conversation could just be over. 

“Yes. He’s there.”

“Well do write to your mum and tell her my condolences, I wish I could have been there for the funeral. Poor timing really, the whole thing.” Slughorn frowned, then moved onto Chan as if nothing had happened.  As if it was a simple event in the past. As if Jungkook’s entire life wasn’t just laid bare on that table.

He barely listened to Slughorn interrogating Chan about his younger sister, something about her being an upcoming star on some singing show. She sounded cool and all, but Jungkook just couldn’t commit himself to the small talk anymore. Jung Hyun haunted his memories, his dreams, and even now it seemed like his school. He couldn’t go home without unforgiving reminders of him from his parents and friends, and honestly Jungkook just wanted an escape. Hogwarts was supposed to be that for him, a chance to be his own person, not Jung Hyun’s shadow. But here he was, putting himself in that name. He chose Gryffindor to be like Jung Hyun, he brought up his name to Slughorn, he was reviving the ghost all on his own.

Just as he slipped into his depressing thoughts, a quiet knock rattled the potion’s classroom door, and a head of glossy black hair popped in.

“Hello professor, could I borrow Jeon Jungkook for a minute please? It’ll be incredibly fast.”

“Of course Hoseok! Anything for you dear boy. Please! I’m sure Jungkook won’t miss very much, Jeon boys never have caused me any problems!” Slughorn chuckled, smiling at Jungkook in a pitying way, as if to say ‘this is me being kind to apologize for your murdered brother and the fact I couldn’t bother to come to his funeral. Have fun in the hall!’.

Jungkook rolled his eyes inwardly and slid into the hall. Outside was a Hufflepuff prefect he guessed was Hoseok, and Jin. 

Jin, who looked really guilty and embarrassed.

“Holy shit Hyung-” Hoseok said, whistling a little as he turned Jungkook back and forth. “You really nailed him with your spell. I thought we agreed on no more Jin-ifying first years?”

“I know, he just really, really needed it. Come on, he looks so nice now! Don’t take that away from him.”

“What’s going on?” Jungkook asked, reeling from the onslaught of the past thirty minutes.

“Jin Hyung here hit you with his own self made beautification spell. He, uh, basically made you kpop-idol perfect?” Hoseok replied, and Jin smiled proudly.

“What?”

“Here-” Hoseok reached into Jin’s bag and pulled out a mirror. “Take a look.”

Jungkook grabbed the hand held mirror and didn’t recognize the face looking back. Actually, he did recognize the man. He looked exactly like Jung Hyun. 

His face had been smoothed and stretched, showing off high cheekbones and flawless, glass skin. His jawline was sharp, and harshly faded into a perfect sloping, muscular neck. He ran his fingers over his symmetrical and small nose, taking in his rosy lip tint and long eyelashes. Jungkook’s jaw dropped at his fluffy, perfect hair that seemed to be moving in a breeze no one else felt. He looked down at his body to see he was more buff than before, like he filled out his frame in sheer, lean muscle. His hands were nicer too, with veins showing in his arms and nail beds his mother would die for. Was it just him, or did he feel taller too?

“I. . . I look like my brother?”

“Jung Hyun? I remember him-” Jin said day-dreamily. “Now he was someone worth making a love potion for.”

“Ew, Jin please. He graduated a long time ago,” Hoseok scoffed.

“Who doesn’t love a good dilf?”

“Uh, me? Because I have realistic romantic expectations?”

“No, you’re just too busy pining over a frail little Slytherin pureblood elitist to notice there’s better options in the world.”

“Guys? Can we please stop talking about my dead brother being a dilf, and more about ways I can not look exactly like him?” Jungkook asked, interrupting whatever was going on before he spoke.

“Sorry, sorry!” Hoseok chirped. He dug a small vial out of his pocket and handed it to Jungkook. “Here, this should take away most of the spell’s effect, but it’ll take most of today and tonight. If all the magic isn’t gone in three days, then you should go to the infirmary, immediately .”

“Wait, I’m just supposed to be stuck like this all day?”

“Well, yeah?” Hoseok said, shrugging. “Not much we can do. We’re only prefects.”

“Yeah, but he did this to me! Can’t he magically undo it?”

“No can do little bro-” Jin said warmly. “I made that spell so I could look my best every day, all the time. It does wonders really, but it seems to have affected you a little stronger than most. All fine though, you just can enjoy your day of being stunning and know tomorrow it’ll all go back to normal!”