Hogwarts : The Bangtan Episode

“Don’t leave meeee!” Jungkook whined, clutching onto the ends of Jimin and Taehyung’s robes. He was a sniffling wet mess, and Yoongi couldn’t imagine something more gross. “PLEASEEE!”

He was making a rather loud scene in the middle of the Great Hall, and fifth year Slytherin couldn’t help but compare Jungkook to a five year old having a tantrum. (Maknae behavior, so it was expected.) Yoongi crossed his arms and looked away, pretending not to know any of the three boys who were all now crying in a small pile on the floor. 

“Guys, we’ll literally be back next week,” Jin chuckled, setting down some of his luggage. Taehyung started crying harder.

“B-But that’s a whole w-week!” He hiccupped, turning and giving Jin a massive hug. When Taehyung hit Jin, the elder made a quiet oof sound before relaxing into the hug. Hoseok smiled next to him and rubbed Taehyung’s back.

“It’s okay Tae-Tae. You’ll see everyone soon enough.”

“But what if you guys get lonely?”

“Well, you, Jin Hyung, and Jiminie all have families to visit so you’ll be okay. Yoongi Hyung, me, Joon, and Kook have each other.”

“Promise me you’ll hang out all week.”

“I hardly think-” Yoongi started saying but stopped when Hoseok sent him a look. “. . . fine. All week.”

“Thank you Hyung!” Taehyung moved in and wrapped Yoongi in a tight hug. What was he supposed to do in this situation? Normally people. . . people hugged back? He wasn’t really sure, this whole comforting thing wasn’t Yoongi’s strong suit. But the Hufflepuff didn’t let him go, and he was squeezing him rather tightly. Was this supposed to be comforting?

Very lightly Yoongi put his hands on Taehyung’s shoulders and patted him. He glanced at Hoseok who nodded his head vigorously and gave Yoongi two thumbs up. Thumbs up meant good, right? Yoongi couldn’t remember. He thought it was in his muggle slang book, but Yoongi had only read the chapter on animal sayings, not gestures.

“Okay Tae, let’s give Hyung some space-” Namjoon stepped in and peeled the second year off of him. Yoongi sent Namjoon a grateful look, then straightened his wrinkled robes. “It’s time, you three should get going.”

After more crying, complaining, and all around mushy-gross behavior, they left. Jimin, Taehyung, and Jin all left the castle with luggage in hand, heading to the train. They’d be back in one week when classes started again, but for now, their group was down to four. The boys stood quiet in the hall for a few seconds, watching the train disappear into the dark, snowy night. 

“Well, night,” Yoongi said, promptly turning and heading back inside.

“Hyung! Wait!” Jungkook called, jogging after him. Yoongi planned to keep walking, but was suddenly stopped by Jungkook’s death grip on his sleeve. “You can’t leave!”

“Why not?”

“Cuz Taehyung made us promise! All week!”

Yoongi glanced back and saw Hoseok and Namjoon catch up to them. Namjoon did nothing to help, and only shrugged.

“Jungkook, I didn’t plan on-”

“But I did,” He said like a stubborn child. Yoongi moved to pull his sleeve from the first year’s fingers, but found he was still clamped on.

“Jungkook. You can’t expect me to actually-”

“I think it’d be fun!” Hoseok suddenly said. 

“. . . fun?” Yoongi said quietly. 

“Tots!” Hoseok replied, smiling brightly. Yoongi felt himself blink dumbly. Hoseok thought it’d be. . . fun? How was this going to be fun? Jungkook was the youngest member, and the person Yoongi was probably least close to. Namjoon and Yoongi were fine, but Hoseok? He and Yoongi only bonded over Quidditch in the first place. How could they talk about anything else, and why would Hoseok even want to? Yoongi was only known for two things in their school, being a great keeper, and being cold. What more was there to talk about?

But. . . he said it’d be fun to hang out. Yoongi didn’t mean to overthink it, but a little part of him couldn’t help but latch onto that. Hoseok wanted to hang out. The happiest, friendliest, kindest guy wanted to spend time with him, outside of Quidditch.

“Where are you heading to?” Hoseok asked, snapping Yoongi out of his silence.

“Uh, well, nowhere really-”

“Perfect! We can go to the Hufflepuff common room. It’ll be late enough, no one will care.”

Hoseok led the way, Jungkook skipping behind him. Namjoon brought up the rear, lightly grabbing Yoongi’s shoulder and pushing him along.

“Come on Hyung, you can do your rounds later. Let’s spend time with them.”

Yoongi didn’t respond, and followed them silently. That little spark of hope in his chest was burning hot, and he felt like he was about to be burnt by it. He didn’t know why Hoseok did that to him, he didn’t feel this way when Jungkook wanted to hang out with him. Maybe it was because he saw Hoseok as an equal.

A rather terrifying thought, that if spoken aloud to certain familial company, would have Yoongi disowned and probably cursed. It didn’t matter that Hoseok was clever, driven, loyal, hardworking, and a great Quidditch player and strategist. He was and will only be a mudblood in their eyes. How was Yoongi supposed to explain that? How could he make them see what he saw in Yoongi? He used to hide from Hoseok and Taehyung, fearful for how his parents would react to him. But these past few months of being around friends and supportive people, well. . . it was nice. Yoongi really, really liked it. To hell with what they thought of the Hufflepuffs. Why can’t he be happy with his friends?

Yoongi slowly walked behind the group, watching as Jungkook skipped the hallways in innocent bliss. He danced around, eyes lit up by the hanging lights above him. Hoseok laughed at something Namjoon said, a blush from the cold air dusting his cheeks. Namjoon chuckled in return, fixing his glasses. They want to be around Yoongi. 

They weren’t pureblood elitists, pushing for his excellence in every subject as to create a powerful wizard. They liked him how he was. Hoseok knew and liked the talented quidditch keeper. Jungkook looked up to the quick witted Hyung who tutored him and stole him food after practices. And Namjoon? 

Namjoon turned around, and held his hand out.

“Come on Hyung, keep up! I want to play wizard’s chess with you.”

“Why not Kook?”

“I want to play against my best friend. Now hurry up.”

Yoongi blinked, and he felt a small smile grow on his face. Hurrying his pace, he caught up and slapped Namjoon’s hand away.

“I don’t need you to hold my hand.”

“You will when I wipe your feet from under you in chess.”

“Yeah right, you’ve never beat me!” Yoongi laughed, growing quiet as he zoned out again. 

He’d keep them a secret. His family didn’t need to- no. They couldn’t know about his friends. They’d ruin it. Forbid it, threaten them, scare them away. Yoongi refused to let that happen. They could push him around all they wanted to, but he wasn’t going to let them ruin his friends. 

It was a hefty secret to keep, stressful too. Part of him wanted to just forget for a night, deal with it in the morning. 

“Hyungs! Look!” Jungkook yelled, pointing to the wall where a beautiful door had appeared. “The Room of Requirement! It’s back!”

“What?” Namjoon said. “But we don’t need-”

“Let’s see!” Hoseok smiled. “Hogwarts obviously wants this for us. Go on, head in!”

No one was in disagreement, so Jungkook opened the door and went inside. The two fourth years followed, and Yoongi brought up the rear. He couldn’t help but notice an elegant snake engraved in the door handle, almost as if it was meant for. . . him.

“Wow! Ultimate hangout spot!” Jungkook cheered, collapsing on a soft beanbag. The boys wandered the smaller room in awe, taking in the beautiful hanging lights and Christmas tree in the corner. There were soft rugs on the floor, with a record player in the corner. A shelf of books and card games were against the wall. The room was lit by floating candles that smelled like pine, and there were more pillows and blankets there than Yoongi had ever seen in his life. 

Namjoon made a beeline towards the bookshelf, gasping when he read the titles. Jungkook cuddled into his chair, making a little nest. Yoongi ignored the others, following the ornate green rugs that led to the back of the room. There was a small bar there, and when Yoongi went behind it, he held back a gasp. 

Actual alcohol.

Hogwarts had given them a speakeasy.

Grabbing an ornate unlabeled bottle, Yoongi set it on the counter. He found a cup, shocked to see only one. He started to take the cork out, and nearly dropped the bottle when Hoseok suddenly spoke up.

“Pour me some too?”

Yoongi paused, feeling rather caught. He and Hoseok were both Prefects, and drinking was strictly forbidden on school grounds.

“You’re joking?”

“No,” Hoseok smiled lightly, taking a seat on a stool. “I could use a break.”

Yoongi nodded slowly, filling the cup up. He pushed it towards Hoseok, who gratefully took it. He turned around and was surprised to see Hogwarts had made another cup appear, this one with a snake handle. He glanced back at Hoseok and his cup, noticing it had a badger handle. Yoongi filled his glass, and they drank together.

It was some sort of wine, aged and smooth. They lightly sipped on it, and Yoongi undid his tie, laying it on the counter.

“I’m assuming it was you that made the room appear?” Hoseok said quietly.

“Not purposefully.” Yoongi sipped on his wine more, feeling that he couldn’t have this conversation sober.

“. . . I thought I might have summoned it by accident too.”

Yoongi turned, looking at Hoseok with a confused look.

“What?”

Hoseok sighed, and set his cup down. He absentmindedly stared at Namjoon and Jungkook, who had picked a book off the wall and started reading together.

“I was worried we wouldn’t get along and I’d fuck up my only chance at this friend group. I think I was hoping the Hufflepuff common room would help us bond, but Hogwarts knew we needed more than that.”

“You were worried? Why?”

“Well, we aren’t exactly the most predictable group. I mean come on-” Hoseok chuckled. “I’ll make a list. Future head boy with morals of steel, cold pureblood emo, happy-go-lucky sheep, genius with parent issues, tiny but scary twinks one and two, and the literal golden maknae.”

Yoongi scoffed.

“Did you just call Jimin and Taehyung twinks?”

“Not in a homophobic way mind you, I’m gay, but like, you can’t tell me they aren’t.”

“Well,” Yoongi chuckled. “You’re not wrong.”

“Exactly. We’re just. . . not the group everyone expected. But I really like it. You guys aren’t like any other friends I’ve had.”

“What do you mean?”

Hoseok sipped his wine, finishing the glass.

“I need more if I’m going to answer that.”

“Already ahead of you.” Yoongi poured him more, and Hoseok settled into his seat. He tousled his brown hair, and loosened his tie.

“I know a lot of people, but like. . . I don’t know them. They see Jung Hoseok, little brother to the literal queen of Hogwarts, Dawon. They see me as the new her, pretty and popular, with a bright future in muggle relations and management. They judge me and assume what I’ll be like, without even trying to get to know me. They don’t need to get to know me better because they guess what I’ll be like in the end. No one bothers to. . . to play quidditch after hours with me. Or sit at a different houses’ table. Or study by the lake, go shopping, relax, or just have decent, meaningful conversation.”

“You felt alone?”

“I had Jin, and he gets me, he really does. He’s my best friend. But we’ve been together for four years. We needed something more.”

“And then they come along-” Yoongi interrupts. “And change everything. You don’t feel invisible anymore, you feel seen. And heard.”

“And cared for,” Hoseok finishes. “You understand.”

“Me and Joon are the same. I guess I was just too stuck in my head to realize how important getting along tonight was. I didn’t. . . I didn’t mean to make you worry by trying to go to bed.”

“Yeah, you gave me a scare. I thought you didn’t want to hang out at all.”

“I’m. . . sorry. Stuff like this is new to me. My parents never really did the whole ‘playdate’ thing.” 

“I can’t imagine. Slytherin Purebloods, right?” Hoseok was now watching Yoongi, head tilted in interest. The elder couldn’t help but think he looked a little like a small animal, one that was cute and curious. Something that needs protecting from the vicious snakes of the world.

“Pureblood elitists. The nasty type,” Yoongi said bluntly, leaning against the counter. “I won’t lie to you, they wouldn’t be the biggest fans of you guys.”

“Of me, you mean,” Hoseok corrects. 

“. . . yeah.” Yoongi responds looking away.

“I thought so. I kinda expected you to as well.”

“What?”

“I thought you’d hate me. We are what we were raised as, no?”

“No, no we can’t be-” Yoongi said, facing Hoseok properly. “I don’t hate you. I never did, or never will. You and Taehyung, you’re great wizards, and even better people. My parents, and people like them, they’re wrong. They’re scared and stupid, and they don’t see what I see.”

“What do you see?” Hoseok suddenly asks. “Because I thought that after we went flying that first time, you didn’t want to be seen with me. That was why you ran into the castle. Like. . . like I was an embarrassment to you.”

“No, maybe once, when I was younger I thought that, but. . . no. You aren’t weak and useless. You’re so driven and smart, and if anyone is better at Quidditch in this school than me, it's you. Plus you’re funny, and so great with people, it’s like you just know what you’re doing and where you’re going. You’re just-well, I mean you and Taehyung. You’re uh, both great.” Yoongi slowed his speech, finally realizing he was being a little too honest. His face felt hot, and he couldn’t help but notice Hoseok was flushed too. 

“Wow. . . Hyung, that was really nice of you.”

“. . . It’s true.”

Yoongi felt Hoseok staring him down, and he felt a sudden wave of confidence flush his system. Looking back, Yoongi stared into Hoseok’s eyes, meeting his gaze. The Hufflepuff was looking at him with a soft gaze, almost pitying and gentle. Yoongi felt hot and very, very visible, like Hoseok had him under a microscope. He had him pinned out like a butterfly, seeing his every flaw and lie, but choosing to only admire the beautiful colors and shapes.

“. . . I think we both summoned the room,” Hoseok whispered, not breaking eye contact. “We both need this group to work out.”

“I think we all need this group to work.” Yoongi tilted his head over to Namjoon and Jungkook. The little Gryffindor had fallen asleep on Namjoon’s shoulder, passed out while Namjoon read from the Deathly Hallows. Hoseok smiled, and set his glass down. He slid it across the counter, turning it in for the night. He left the bar and laid down next to Namjoon, resting his head on Namjoon’s leg. 

Yoongi would never admit it, but he woke up the next morning still in the Room of Requirement. On Namjoon’s leg. Right next to Hoseok.