Kim Namjoon and Makeup Madness
“So really,” Namjoon said, pointing his fork at Jin. “You don’t think Slytherin will get any points today?”
“None,” Jin stated, munching on his bacon. “Without Yoongi, they have no chance against Hoseok.”
“Come on, Slytherin isn’t hopeless,” Jungkook argued. “I played against their beaters, they’re decent.”
“Decent can’t fight Hoseok. He’s a god.”
“Come on, even gods can bleed,” Namjoon said.
“Not this one. It’s in the bag.”
“Aren’t you the commentator? You aren’t supposed to have an opinion.”
“Hush. I can have whatever I want.”
Namjoon chuckled, falling silent. He’d let his boyfriend win this one. No problems there. The group fell into a calmer breakfast, chatting politely about everything from school work, to their endless hunt for the stone. They’ve had no luck for all of March, leading to rather low spirits. Jin didn’t find anything on tracking spells, so the animals of the group were left to their own devices. While it was a good chance for them to practice their animagus skills, it was tiresome. Namjoon noticed Hoseok had put on muscle mass in his arms, no doubt from all the flying.
But today, the Hufflepuff would be flying in a different way. It was March 31st, and therefore the last scheduled Hufflepuff and Slytherin game before the finals. It was a massive deal and Hufflepuff was in line to win the whole cup this year with only one loss. Still, Hoseok was jumpy, and had made his way to the pitch at 5 am.
That left the three of them alone. Namjoon, Jin, and Jungkook. Dream team, really.
They were just finishing their third collective plate of pancakes when Jimin stopped by their table. He had a yellow zip-up on, the hood covering his blonde hair. He looked a little skittish, but he couldn’t hide the smile on his face. Namjoon saw how Jungkook bristled as the Slytherin sat down, and wondered if they’d ever heal.
“Hey guys,” Jimin greeted them. They all blinked at him, a little shocked he was there. He hadn’t spoken to any of them since Jungkook’s transformation.
“Uh, hey?” Jin responded.
“I. . . uh, I don’t mean to bother you, and I know I’m probably the last face you wanna see but-”
“What?” Jungkook cut him off, impatient and rude. Namjoon sent him a small glare, and the younger one backed down.
“Uh, well, I just wanted to tell you that-” Jimin glanced around. “Taehyung is coming home. Today.”
“What?!”
“No way-”
“OMG-”
Jimin’s smile was wider than ever.
“I know! I’ve been writing to him a little here and there, and he told me his dreams have pretty much stopped. He lied to his parents and they’re bringing him back. It’s so awesome!”
Jungkook laughed, his smile showing his bunny teeth.
“That’s great!”
Jimin nodded in agreement, and for a minute everything felt right. They all sighed in happiness, and the mood settled. It took Jimin a minute, before he realized he was just sort of sitting there.
“Oh, uh, I should go-”
“No,” Jin suddenly spoke up. “You’re going to the game right?”
Jimin nodded slowly.
“We can walk you down there. We’re leaving in like, five minutes. Stay.”
Namjoon watched Jimin glance at Jungkook. The youngest said nothing, and returned to his food. Jimin nodded again, sliding into his seat fully. He took a piece of fruit off the table and began quietly eating it, as if they were going to yell at him.
“So, Jimin,” Jin smiled, scooping a spoonful of berries onto a plate and sliding it in front of Jimin. Namjoon couldn’t help but be reminded of his mother. “Where have you been sitting lately?”
“Pfff, Taemin probably,” Jungkook muttered under his breath. Jimin pretended to not hear it.
“Actually, uh, we broke up.” Jungkook stopped mid-bite and stared at him.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Jin responded politely.
“No, it’s okay. We. . . well, actually I wasn’t ready for a relationship with him. It’s for the best.”
“Wow, that’s very mature of you Jimin,” Namjoon said, meaning it fully.
“Thanks Hyung,” Jimin said quietly. “So, I’ve been sitting with some other second year Slytherins at my table. They don’t really, uh, talk to me much, but it’s better than being alone. They’re. . . well, they’re very different from you guys.”
“Huh,” Jin responded. “Well, it’s always nice to have new friends.”
Jimin nodded weakly, not making eye contact with any of them. The table got a little quiet, and Namjoon noticed Jungkook still wasn’t eating. He was staring at his food, a confused look on his face.
“Can I ask what’s with the yellow hoodie?” Jin pointed at Jimin’s attire.
“Oh! Yeah-” Jimin smiled weakly. “Well. . . this is my only yellow thing-wait. I almost forgot-accio clothes!” A paper bag came flying from across the room, and Jimin grabbed it. He held it across the table, waiting for Jungkook to take it.
“It’s uh, your clothes. I washed them. Thanks.”
Namjoon watched as the Gryffindor stared back, surprise, confusion, and about a million other emotions on his face. He seemed to be at war with himself, and it took him about 15 seconds to finally reach out and take the bag without another word.
“Well, we should get going. We can’t miss the first play,” Jin stood up, grabbing Namjoon’s hand. The others followed them, and Namjoon saw Jimin eye their interlocked hands.
“Uh, can I ask when-”
“Oh! Sorry Jiminie, I forgot. Me and Joonie are dating!” Jin happily said. “A little after the Valentines’ dance actually. We kissed in the library and Namjoon asked me before we made it out the door. Very romantic-” Jin teased Namjoon by pinching his cheek, and Namjoon had to swat him away.
“Yah, ya-” Namjoon dodged Jin’s second pinch, and Jimin giggled at them.
“You guys are really cute,” he said, and Namjoon smiled at him.
“Thanks Jimin. It means a lot.”
Jimin returned the smile, but he seemed more sad than happy. Jungkook walked behind them, staring at the paper bag in his hands. His hair was swept into his face, and Namjoon had zero idea what he was thinking.
Sometimes, Jungkook made Namjoon feel like a father. A father of a very emotional, moody, punk rock son with anger issues. Just sometimes.
The four went to the pitch in mostly silence, enjoying the warm weather and sunshine. They found seats in the Hufflepuff section, surrounded by a sea of yellow. They offered to sit in the Slytherin area for Jimin, but the boy said he was fine with where they were. Jimin liked Hoseok more than his house’s team anyway.
They didn’t have the best of view, so Jungkook went with Jin to sit in the teacher box. Namjoon was fine being left alone with Jimin in the Hufflepuff area. It wasn’t like this was his first time alone with the boy, and really, Namjoon had nothing against him. He understood Jimin. He simply fell for the wrong person and then got unlucky. If anything, Namjoon missed him. This would be a great chance to catch up.
“You went to the last game, didn’t you?” Namjoon asked, even though he knew the answer. Jimin nodded, uncomfortably scratching his arm.
“Yeah, but I didn’t really watch too much of the game.”
“Too busy with. . . other things?” Namjoon said, gesturing to a random group of Ravenclaws nearby. Jimin nodded while biting his lip.
The game started, and the players flew out. The crowd cheered, but Namjoon could tell Jimin had something on his mind. He wasn’t clapping or even watching the game.
“Are you okay?” Namjoon asked, and Jimin immediately nodded.
“Yeah, no yeah. I’m fine.”
Namjoon nodded, and then sat back. Sometimes, when Jin was sad, he wouldn’t tell Namjoon. He would keep to himself, revert back inside himself like a crab. Namjoon understood crabs. He liked them. Maybe Jimin was doing that too?
Carefully, Namjoon reached his arm around Jimin’s shoulders. He pulled him in close for a half hug, and let the younger boy just sit there in his warmth.
Jimin didn’t move at first, in fact, he was incredibly stiff. His back was straight, and hands gripping his thighs like he was going to fall apart if he didn’t.
“It’s uh, it’s okay if you aren’t okay. I get it. You can talk about it if you want, or not. You’re still our friend Jimin-ah.”
Maybe that was the wrong thing to say, because Jimin started sobbing. He broke down completely, burying himself into Namjoon’s chest, making the Ravenclaw let out a little *oof!*
“Uh, did-did I say something wrong?” Namjoon asked aloud, and Jimin cried harder.
“N-no, H-hyung, oh Merlin, I-I I’m just s-so tired-d of being a-alone-”
“Huh, well, Jimin, I’m right here, it’s okay. You can talk about it-”
“I-I lied-d.”
“What?”
“About-t my h-hoodie. I’m not w-wearing it because it’s yellow. I w-want my h-house to win.”
“Uh, that’s okay. You don’t have to want Hoseok to win-”
“No, its n-not that-'' Jimin sat back a little from Namjoon. He wiped his face and took a deep breath. “I’m wearing it because it’s my only hooded top. I, uh, didn’t want to be seen at the table with you guys this morning.”
“Oh,” Namjoon said. He was probably supposed to be more mad at that comment, but he couldn’t find it in himself to get mad.
“No, no, not like that-” Jimin groaned, pulling on the shirt’s drawstrings. “I’m worried Taemin will see me near Jungkook.”
“What? What does Jungkook have to do with Taemin?”
“Namjoon,” Jimin said, staring at him like he was waiting for Namjoon to get something.
“What?”
“For Merlin’s sake, you are stupid.”
“Wha-”
“I like Jungkook.”
Namjoon paused. Okay, that makes a lot of sense. He wasn’t sure how he didn’t figure this out, because now that he thought about it, there were clues everywhere. The fight. The revenge kissing. The competition. The clothes. The caregiving.
“OH!”
“Yeah, great job figuring that out Joon,” Jimin rolled his eyes.
“Wait, why does Taemin care about you being with Jungkook?” Namjoon asked.
“Well,” Jimin sighed. “We broke up because of him.”
“Damn.”
“Yeah. I know. It was the day of Hoseok and Jungkook’s transformations. We had just gone on a date, and we were in the entry hall. I had been feeling kind of sad and maybe a little regretful about my choices, and Jungkook physically ran into us. I helped him up, and we shared this weird moment. He was going to run off, and I reached out to say something, and he kind of snubbed me. It made me sad, and I broke down in front of Taemin. It didn’t take him long to realize why I was crying.”
“Oh. . . that’s rough.”
“Yeah, I know. I didn’t really realize I liked Jungkook until it was too late. He was just always there, and I never got that. By the time I did, it was too late. Now he hates me.”
“Well. . . I wouldn’t say that,” Namjoon replied.
“What?”
“He’s definitely coming around. He. . . he has a spot in his heart for you Jimin. We all do. He’ll come around, he just needs a minute. When he does, I’m sure he’ll apologize too. You didn’t deserve to be shut out like that.”
“. . . thanks Hyung.” Jimin wiggled closer to Namjoon, stealing his warmth.
“You’re welcome to hang out with us again. Especially if Tae is coming back,” Namjoon added, just to make sure.
“Maybe,” Jimin replied. “I’ll talk to him. He’s supposed to be coming back during the game this morning. You know, they’re using it as a distraction.”
“Huh, smart, I guess,” Namjoon nodded, turning back towards the game.
The rest of the match went pretty expectedly. Slytherin had their asses handed to them, literally. Hoseok shoved a player through their own hoop with the ball. It was brutal. The score was 180-0 when the snitch was first spotted, and the seekers raced towards it. All the spectators stood up, the cheering getting louder.
The Hufflepuff seeker raced towards the snitch, following its jerky movements. It almost lost him around the curve, but he was small and quick, easily keeping up. At the last second before it collided with the wall, the boy grabbed it from the air. The pitch erupted into cheers, mini fireworks going off to signal the end of the game.
Namjoon and Jimin cheered with everyone else, excited to see Jin’s bet was right. The seeker flew to the center of the pitch, surrounded by his team.
They were congratulating him when it happened.
A flash of green light shot across the pitch and hit the seeker, making him drop from his broom instantly. Hoseok caught him before he hit the ground, but it was too late. The kid was dead.
Panic erupted as the stadium went crazy. Everyone fought to escape and get out of the stands. Jimin screamed as he was nearly trampled in the herd. Namjoon had to pull him to safety, and they hid in the back.
“What’s happening?!” Jimin cried, afraid as more people were screaming.
“Someone killed the seeker-” Namjoon answered, realizing Jimin was too short to have seen it happen. Namjoon let his gaze follow where the light came from. It was in the teacher’s box, where now, what seemed to be a fist fight was happening.
“Holy shit,” Namjoon said. “It’s Jungkook.”
“What?!” Jimin cried, scrambling to see the box.
“Jungkook, he’s fighting someone-” Namjoon craned his neck to see, and he managed to watch as Jungkook ripped a wand from the person’s hands.
“He did it,” Namjoon gasped. “Jungkook caught the killer.”