the like... university slytherin & gryffindor vibes i get from this. consider jeongguk a writer for the school paper and always making these sly comments abt jimin in the paper every time he wins quidditch matches. and then he’s assigned to write a big piece of him & spends weeks

together. jeongguk ends up going to every game and getting to know jimin— which consists of a lot of eye rolls on his part bcos god, of course this pure blood slytherin is /perfect/ and /beautiful/ and gets him /hot/ but why does /he/ have to write a whole piece on him?

jimin knows jeongguk finds him attractive and /hates/ it but he’s such a... little kind shit about it. just these casual flirty remarks and paying for butter beer and scarves when jeongguk forgets to bring his for quidditch practice bcos it’s cold. ofc, it’s the slytherin

ones too— jimin smirking while he’s draping it around jeongguk’s neck. his smile even deepens when jeongguk’s face is a mix of pissed off and Flushed embarrassment bcos it even has jimin’s quidditch number on it.

god damn... park jimin. jeongguk’s biggest nightmare /and/ dream.

want their first kiss to be a late night library session. jeongguk needs some background info on his jimin piece— but the guy just doesn’t budge very easily. he’s followed him into the library at ass o’clock and pestered him for hours.

but jimin— hes also annoyingly /patient/.

just tosses jeongguk all these looks that make him question why he even write for the stupid paper, licks his lips, reminds jeongguk to be patient.

patience patience patience.

jeongguk doesn’t have that. he just wants the info.

“ask without staring at my lips.”

“wha—what?”

jimin brings his thumb up to his lips (jesus christ), licks, and uses it to turn a page in his book. was he staring again?

“i said. ask me a question without staring at my lips. the question can even be about wanting a kiss if you—“

jeongguk slams the book and

stands, very offended that he’s been caught thinking about kissing park fucking jimin by the man himself.

“i don’t wanna kiss you. /you/ wanna kiss me it seems like.”

yeah. that’ll get him. that’ll show him.

“i wouldn’t mind.”

what—

“what?”

jimin blinks up at him, pushing his reading glasses up his nose. “i said i wouldn’t mind?”

what the fuck. jeongguk’s mouth opens to say something, but he’s stuck because, what the fuck?

“you’re not— you’re not /supposed/ to mind.”

and now jimin is laughing, blonde hair

falling into his face, fingers playing with his lips. they’re so stupidly plush and pink, as if jimin uses some magic scrub every night to keep them— alright. stop.

“why not? you’re cute when you’re mad. maybe you need to get all that angst you have abt me out just one time.”

“will it make you give me the info i need?” jeongguk asks, as if he’s still thinking about that. which he is absolutely not. “bcos—bcos that’s what i actually want.”

jimin closes his book, says, “sure, jeonggukie.”

and so that’s how he finds himself being pushed against

a bookcase while jimin puts in some numbers into a lock, and then dragging jeongguk into the oh wait—

“this is the forbidden shit, how did you know how to get into the forbidden shit?”

jimin turns, pushes him against the metal bars harsh enough it presses into his back, and

hovers over his lips. “ah, another secret you’re gonna have to drag out of me, isn’t it?”

“you’re insufferable,” jeongguk murmurs, holding his breath when jimin finally leans in. kisses him slow and patient, of course, and haywiring all of jeongguk’s thoughts.

he lets out

a soft sound when jimin’s lips trail his neck for just a moment, the skin bitten by teeth sharper than a human’s, and then he draws away.

fingers hover over his chest, playing with the loose tie there. “mm, still hate me then?”

jeongguk swallows, wants to drag him back

in for another kiss. “i hate—i hate that i want more.”

“ah, the honesty. how i’ve missed it,” jimin’s lips dip to ghost the skin of his jaw. “now ask nicely like you know i like.”

jesus fucking christ.

“can you,” jeongguk’s voice cracks. “can you kiss me again?”

jimin’s

brow perks, but he’s looking at him so... amused... and hungry... and jeongguk is slipping, he thinks. slipping somewhere deep and sort of intoxicating. kissing a slytherin in the forbidden book corner of the library deep.

“/please./“

“that’s better.”

& they’re kissing again.

(the way i’ve been craving another HP university setting. this one calls to me heavy so maybe... future big one shot? yes? no? YES?)