Wicked Witchcraft: You Arouse the Need in Me
Wicked Witchcraft: You Arouse the Need in Me
Namjoon/Hoseok, 12818w, NC-17
HP AU! | Bangtan |
A/N: also known as 5 times namseok got caught and one time they didn't. inspired by/based on kore-chan's numerous hp au fanarts!
1
The room of requirement is a complete and utter myth, Hoseok decides. There have been so many stories from random students about it popping up right in the nick of time and Taehyung swears he found it while running away from Professor Park. But, for Hoseok, it has never been anywhere when he needs it. Maybe he doesn't really need it, but that would be so much nicer than the small, cramped broom closet they're in. Because, if Hoseok was the one imagining it, there would be space for more than just two people, no brooms, clean air; the simple things. And probably a nice, soft bed.
Though, he's partially glad that didn't happen because if Namjoon saw a bed-
"Don't prefects get their own bathroom? Can't we go there?" Namjoon says as he pushes a falling broom back, holding it and willing it to stay.
"I'm not using the prefect bathroom." And besides, he didn't really think about that.
Namjoon's pout at the broom turns to him and Hoseok smiles. "You just want to use the bath."
"Exactly." Namjoon grins. Hoseok scoffs and attempts to leave, but Namjoon tugs him back, smirking, before leaning down to kiss him lightly. "You can't get mad at me when you're the one who called me down here after hours, Mr. Perfect."
"Shush," Hoseok mumbles, face flushing. As soon as they had started dating, Namjoon has incessantly used that nickname and it always makes Hoseok blush. Namjoon knows too, giving this cocky smile when Hoseok glances up. So, Hoseok pulls him in for another kiss, one that has Namjoon wrapping his arms around Hoseok's waist and bring them together, close enough that the small space isn't an issue.
They haven't done this in a while. They haven't been alone in a while. With them trying to adjust back to classes, everyone trying to reconnect, and Hoseok's prefect duties, there's been no time. All of Hoseok's attempts to make time, small hints and little looks, never worked since Namjoon can be incredibly oblivious about things. He ended up having to send a note, a simple thing about meeting up, but he was anxious as soon as he sent it. There was a eighty percent chance Namjoon would be with Yoongi and a ninety percent chance Yoongi would find a way to read it.
The worries ended up unfounded and he got exactly what he wanted. Namjoon sucking on his tongue as his hands roamed under Hoseok's shirt. Namjoon caressing all along his body, pushing up his shirt for better access. Namjoon's hands at his waist, his thumb teasing under his boxers. He wanted Namjoon there and against him and it's so satisfying to finally have him there. Especially, when he starts to rub slow, gentle circles on Hoseok's hip bone and his mouth slips open in surprise, Namjoon taking the opportunity to nip at his bottom lip lightly.
"You're so wound up," he says, kissing down Hoseok's jaw. "Are the freshmen awful this year?"
"Shut up," Hoseok says more breathy than he wanted and he knows Namjoon's smirking against his neck, feels it.
"I'm just worried Hoseokie." And Hoseok would say something to that, probably another shut up in his slightly hazed mind, but Namjoon's thumb presses into his hip and he's starting to suck a mark on Hoseok's neck and-
"Namjoon," he moans and he can feel how much the other likes it as he rolls his body up, closer, as close as they can get.
"Oh." It takes two seconds for Hoseok to realize it's another voice and that there's light entering from the hall and there's someone at the door. He jolts in surprise while Namjoon's hands come off him quick and he backs up so fast that he bumps into a broom, having it rattle before falling onto the floor. Right in front of Yoongi. "A prefect making out in a broom closet?"
The hallways of the castle were empty, foreboding, and quiet, making the walk here terrifying as each step they took echoed in Hoseok's ears. Then, they had to open a creaking closet door and everything had been so loud that he thought he would have heard someone way before they got to this point. Apparently not, because Yoongi's standing right in the doorway, smiling.
"It's-" Hoseok shoves down his sweater when Namjoon's eyes flicker down, "It's past curfew."
"My mistake. A prefect making out in a broom closet after hours." Yoongi's grin widens, "I should have your badge."
There's nothing Hoseok can really say to that, plus he wants to melt into the floor, pratically feels like he could with how hot his face feels. "Why are you even up?"
"Couldn't sleep," Yoongi says, staring at Hoseok in a way that makes him fidget with his shirt. It might be slightly noticeable because Namjoon grabs for his hand.
"Really," Namjoon snorts, "You're not trying to figure out a way into the Gryffindor Tower again?" Again? That's mildly (very) alarming and Hoseok wants to ask why, but he figures he wouldn't want to know the answer.
"No." Yoongi glares.
Namjoon shrugs, "Too bad because I could help."
The way Yoongi's eyes light up is dangerous and, even though Hoseok knows Namjoon's trying to help, divert Yoongi's attention else where, Yoongi has the exact same expression he had when he got the ghosts, every single one, to spook all the prefects for an entire month two years ago. Basically, Hoseok thinks he'd get his prefect badge taken away for even hearing whatever Yoongi is up to.
"Really?"
"Let's not," Hoseok sighs, "We should go before a teacher catches us." Namjoon gives him this small, placating smile while Yoongi shrugs. He expected that. It's not like either of them care that much (which is why Hoseok even was able to ask Namjoon to come after curfew), but it's a huge concern for him. Getting caught with Namjoon is okay, but getting caught with Namjoon and Yoongi might ruin his reputation beyond repair.
Hoseok rolls his eyes, "C'mon." He pushes Namjoon out the closet and winces as their footsteps still echo all throughout the hall.
Yoongi snorts, "Alright, I'll go back to the Dungeons before a hypocritical prefect gives me detention."
"Right," Hoseok frowns. "You're really going back?"
Yoongi offers one of his cat-like smirks before turning around. "Does it matter? I'm going, so, you can stay in your broom closet if you want. Maybe, lock the door next time with, y'know, magic." Hoseok glares at Yoongi's back as he walks away. That is in the direction of the Dungeons, but also many other places he may possibly wreak havoc.
As soon as Yoongi turns the corner, in the wrong direction, Namjoon's arms wrap around Hoseok's waist and he rest his chin on Hoseok's shoulder.
"Namjoon," Hoseok pokes at Namjoon's forehead, "No."
He gives the most disgruntled groan before backing off and sighing, "Yoongi's an ass."
When Hoseok looks back at him, the face Namjoon has is some type of mixture between a pout and a scowl and is all-around very childish, but he smiles despite himself. "Let's go, I'll walk you back to the Tower." He pulls on Namjoon's sleeves lightly before walking off. There's no sound of footsteps behind him and he turns to see the other blinking at him.
"Just go to the Kitchens, it's closer." He even points like Hoseok doesn't know where his House is. Really, Namjoon seems way too confused and Hoseok laughs before just grabbing onto his shirt and pulling him away.
"Well, if you go alone and you get caught you'll get detention right away. But, if you walk with me it looks less like you're getting into trouble again-" Hoseok shoots a look back at Namjoon. "Or that I already caught you. And, if someone does catch us, the teachers listen to me-" Abruptly, he's brought to a halt because Namjoon stopped moving. When he looks back, frowning to show his annoyance, Namjoon's giving this really large smile. It's the one where his eyes turn to crescents and it showcases his dimple and makes Hoseok happy merely looking at it. Before he can even ask, Namjoon engulfs him in a hug that's too warm and feels too nice for him to even fake like he doesn't like it. He'd rather get caught then push Namjoon away and that might say several very bad things.
"Perfect Hoseok-ie looking out for me." And that nickname might be the absolute worst in history, but Hoseok is too busy smiling and kissing at Namjoon's cheek to actually say anything.
---
Fifty.
There have been about fifty times where Hoseok wondered if he should have rejected the prefect position. Maybe two of them are because First Years can be annoying and a pain and a couple go to having to be that guy and mention when something is against school rules. But. Almost all the rest of them are because of Jimin.
"Hyung." Like now, as Jimin is tugging at the sleeves of his robe and pouting over at him. "Hyung, please."
He's been up forty minutes. Forty. Enough time for him to get up, get dressed, and head to the Great Hall. He didn't even get inside before Jimin whisked him away to whine and pout and complain because apparently Yoongi can still be an ass at nine o'clock in the morning.
And maybe it's not directly because of Jimin.
Hoseok sighs, "Where is he?" There's no use trying to send Jimin off to any of the other prefects because the Slytherins wouldn't care and the other Hufflepuff prefects are afraid of Yoongi ever since that one time last year where he he put puking pastilles in their food for an entire week because one of them gave him a month's worth of detention. Only Hoseok's really had to deal with him since then which is a complete hassle. Yoongi's not really a prankster, that's more Namjoon and Taehyung. No, it's more that he doesn't care about the rules which honestly might be worse. He stays up past curfew, skips class, and sometimes gets revenge against people (mostly Namjoon), but pranking is strictly reserved for Jimin. Like now, when he's floating up Jimin's essay and quill in the air above the fountain.
Hoseok rolls his eyes, "Yoongi-hyung."
"Hey." Yoongi smiles, shaking his wandbearing hand which, in turn, shakes the essay; Jimin lets out this small, high-pitched squeak.
"This is a little harsh for you." Hoseok frowns.
"Jimin's the one who wouldn't help me out with homework yesterday."
"Hyung," Jimin whines, "I had quidditch practice."
"Is hyung or quidditch more important, Jiminie." Yoongi asks. He waits, maybe one second, before he starts to steadily lower the paper.
"Hyung!" Jimin shouts.
Yoongi grins, "Good." This whole situation makes little to zero sense and maybe it's because Hoseok only woke up a bit ago, but how would a Fifth Year be able to help Seventh Year in his homework. Unless Yoongi was trying to practice his spells on Jimin again and Hoseok wouldn't blame Jimin from hiding because of what happened last time.
It doesn't really matter because Hoseok's stomach is growling and he just wants to eat. "I'm going to dock 30 points from Slytherin if you don't give Jimin back his essay."
"Go ahead," Yoongi says.
"And detention for two days." Again, Yoongi doesn't seem to care, focusing on ways to make the essay look like it's dancing. "With Professor Nam." Yoongi's head snaps over and he glares. Professor Nam is the Head of the Hufflepuff House, the Herbology teacher, and always a ball of cheer which means, naturally, Yoongi hates her and loathes detention with her.
"You're such a fucking goody two shoes," Yoongi scowls and Hoseok crosses his arms, offering an innocent smile. "Fine." The paper and quill float right over to Jimin, who grabs them immediately.
Jimin grins at first, but then he looks down at the essay and his eyes widen. "Hyung, what did you do?" He sounds so distraught while Yoongi's only smirking as he walks over. "Hyung."
"Don't worry, Jimin-ah," Yoongi pats at his head, but stares directly at Hoseok which is only mildly concerning. He glances down at the paper, expecting there to either be a bunch of Hoseok's an ass and other curse words written throughout it. That might have been better. Instead there's a moving picture of two stick figures entering a door together, one has an arrow pointing to it that says Hoseok and the other with Namjoon. Hoseok blushes and snatches the paper from Jimin's hands.
"Change it back," Jimin whines.
"Hyung," Hoseok says. "Change it."
Yoongi grins, "No more threats of detention, then? For a week."
"That's-hyung." Hoseok sputters
"Yes?" Yoongi asks, then taps the paper which turns rather obscene.
Hoseok really doesn't need this at nine o'clock in the morning. "Yes. Fine. A week."
"Ah, that was too easy." Yoongi sighs, "Maybe I should have asked for a month then?" Hoseok frowns, glaring, but Yoongi's grin widens before he taps the paper again, words filling it like nothing had ever happened to it. He takes the paper from Hoseok's hands then grins at Jimin, arm wrapping around his neck. "Now, you're going to help me with my Defense Against the Dark Arts paper. You're good at that, right?" He gives a wave before pulling Jimin down the hall.
Hoseok agrees with Namjoon, Yoongi's an ass.
2
Hoseok is not at fault in any way. Maybe, Hoseok had floated over some notes during his and Namjoon's shared Potions class, but, to his credit, it was an extremely boring class. They were learning about the Babbling Beverage's history and about all the ingredients without actually making the potion. And it wasn't even Hoseok who had started it. Namjoon had sent a note about making Hoseok babble in much more vulgar terms which Hoseok couldn't just leave alone. He didn't know that as soon as they were dismissed, Namjoon would pull him away and led him down the hall to the nearest open door which happened to be a broom closet. There's a huge chance this is the same one from before and that hadn't worked out so well for them, but Namjoon doesn't let Hoseok voice any of his concerns. As soon as he closes the door, he's kissing at Hoseok's neck, pulling up his shirt, running his hands over Hoseok's stomach, everywhere.
"Merlin, Namjoon." Hoseok says, shuddering when Namjoon scratches lightly on his back.
Namjoon laughs warm against Hoseok's skin. "I've got ten minutes," his voice ghosts across his ear and Hoseok fists at Namjoon's sleeves. "Take off your robes." And Hoseok starts to, but it's not fast enough and instead Namjoon pulls them off for him. They fall to the floor, kicking up dust, but Namjoon's lifts his chin for a kiss and is unbuttoning his shirt and he doesn't care. Dirty clothes, cramped broom closet, shouting outisde, whatever. Namjoon maybe gets to the third button before he gives up and focuses on Hoseok's belt. The shouting outside gets louder and there's running past the door, laughter, and, wow, Hoseok never realized how much he liked this; the danger that someone could open the door and catch them. He pulls Namjoon back for a kiss, just as he finally undoes the belt, and runs his hands through Namjoon's hair.
When the door opens, it's so sudden that Hoseok doesn't really have time to say a single word before someone joins them, pushing Hoseok and Namjoon into the brooms and making the closet very, very crowded. The person slams the door shut and then there's sounds of running and shouting right behind it, Hoseok swears he hears a 'where'd he go.' It's awkward, there's some muffled conversation behind the door while inside all their breaths are clearly audible. A full minute passes before the people outside run off away from the door and there's shouts that sound farther away. The person lets out a loud breath.
It's silent for a while, the person standing at the door and looking at it like he's waiting for something. Then, Namjoon clears his throat which Hoseok has no idea why he did that. He pinches at Namjoon's arm and scowls at the frown Namjoon gives him. They had a chance, a small chance but still, that the person would leave like he didn't notice them. Now, however, the guy says a quiet lumos, turns around, and- Taehyung. Great.
"Hyung?" Taehyung says, pointing it at Namjoon and raising an eyebrow, then he moves the wand right in front of Hoseok's face and grins. "Hyung!"
Hoseok coughs, pulling the top of his shirt together. "Why are you here?"
"Some seventh years are chasing me cause I hid a mandrake in their room." Taehyung grins like he's looking for approval.
"What?"
"Nice," Namjoon says and Hoseok pinches him on the arm again, glaring.
"Where did you- Look, Taehyung, those are dangerous." There have been many times where Taehyung has let loose a bunch of random little animals or bugs in random parts of the castle and Hoseok's never really cared before. They've never been dangerous. But. A mandrake.
"It was a baby, hyung, like a baby baby. There wasn't any danger at all and it wasn't even my fault. Jungkook dared me, hyung. If I didn't do it I'd have to do whatever he says for a day. Please don't give me detention hyung, please." Taehyung whines, pouting with large, bright, literal puppy dog eyes staring straight at Hoseok.
"Stop." Hoseok backs into the wall as Taehyung only moves closer. "You look like a demon." It takes the blink of an eye and Taehyung's regular eyes are back, though still large and pouting. Hoseok sighs, "I'll let you off this time, okay?"
Taehyung grins wide, then turns around like he's about to leave which would be fantastic. But, he spins back around to them and waves the lit wand between them, "Why are you guys here?"
With how disheveled Hoseok should look, unbuttoned shirt, undone belt, missing robes, it should be obvious, but Taehyung is Taehyung. "Uh." But, Hoseok's not a liar, kind of really terrible at it actually, even to someone as gullible as Taehyung.
"Hoseok was yelling at me for giving Yoongi-hyung a nosebleed nougat." It comes out of Namjoon's face so fast that Taehyung probably should have caught on, but he only stares at Namjoon with wide eyes.
"Really?" Taehyung asks. Hoseok glances over at him and Namjoon shrugs. Whatever works is good and it is a pretty believable story, so Hoseok nods in Taehyung's direction and, after looking between them twice, Taehyung shrugs in acceptance.
"Hyung probably deserved it," he says, then waves his wand off and goes to open the door, peeking out. He turns to give one last wave and grin before dashing off down the hall somewhere.
Hoseok breathes a sigh of relief, happy that was at least Taehyung and not Yoongi again, or a teacher. Though, Yoongi's probably worse.
"No more broom closets, then?" Namjoon says and Hoseok gives him a look before redoing his belt.
"Yeah, maybe." Hoseok grumbles and picks up his robe, wrinkling his nose at it then saying a quick scourgify before putting it on. He's about to get to his shirt too, but Namjoon's already there, buttoning it up for him. It's kind of really sweet. And really cute. And really domestic. And-
"You're grinning Hoseok-ah." Namjoon says, glancing up, and it makes Hoseok completely aware of his expression which he tries to make blank despite his blushing.
"So are you." Somehow, Namjoon's grin gets wider as he gives one final pull on Hoseok's necktie.
"It's because you're cute." He leans down to kiss Hoseok on the cheek, then the lips, soft and sweet, and he tugs Hoseok by his shirt lightly, bringing him closer. There's something about it that's so gentle and nice and loving that Hoseok only wants to stay there, but he has to pull away first. He knows that with their streak of luck, Taehyung would come back, somehow realizing it was a lie.
"Go to class," Hoseok says, even though he is very happy right here and this is one of the few moments he regrets being a Prefect. He better get the Head Boy position. "Actually go to class, okay?"
"Fine, Perfect." Namjoon kisses him once more before letting go. "I'll see you at the library." And Hoseok takes that back, he doesn't want to be Head Boy if he'll have to follow the rules all the time. Like watching Namjoon head to class and not pulling him back, shutting the door, and staying there together.
---
Friday's after lunch are free periods for all of them and they always hang out in the fields. Usually, Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung playing Quidditch while the others do homework and study (in Seokjin and Hoseok's case) or just lay around (in Yoongi and Namjoon's case). Though sometimes, when Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung would play scrimmages, Namjoon would have to join in to be on Jungkook's team, being the only other one with actual Quidditch skills. He'd always groan about it, saying he quit for a reason, then get really involved as soon as the game started which Yoongi teased was because Hoseok was watching. (It's really not, Namjoon's just competitive.)
Today though, Hoseok's reading his History of Magic Book against Namjoon's thigh as the others practice, Jimin hitting at a Bludger while Taehyung and Jungkook chase each other around searching for the Snitch. Across from Hoseok, Seokjin's writing an essay and Yoongi's nowhere to be found which Hoseok can only assume is because he's using his detention free week to get into trouble.
There's this swish of air and Hoseok glances over his book to see Jimin floating above them, frowning, "Where's Yoongi-hyung?"
"Don't know," Seokjin says and Hoseok and Namjoon both shrug.
"He's run away from you," Jungkook says as he flies down to join Jimin, Taehyung following right behind him. Jimin glares, then throws his bat in Jungkook's direction except it stops midair before repelling backwards and Jimin has to make a quick cut backwards so it misses. It ends up landing about a meter away from Hoseok, digging a bit into the ground.
Jimin points at him, astounded, "Hyung, he just tried to kill me." Hoseok has no idea who he's talking to because Namjoon doesn't care, Seokjin's entirely focused on his paper, and Hoseok just saw that Jimin tried to hit Jungkook first. That's completely fair in his opinion.
"It missed," Jungkook grins.
"He's in the Nurse's Wing." Taehyung says as he cuts in between the two. Good he said that too, because it looked like Jimin was about to ram into Jungkook with his broom and that always ends up with them chasing after each other and bruises or broken bones by the end. Instead, Jimin's frown deepens and it's funny how quick Jimin's mind is taken away from Jungkook.
"What?"
"Is he okay?" Hoseok asks because Jimin's about to sputter himself into erupting.
Taehyung shrugs, "It's from the nougat Namjoon-hyung gave him." By the time Hoseok glares up at him, Namjoon's already sending him that sheepish 'I-got-caught' smile.
"Why would you do that?" He groans. This is way less about his Prefect duties. No, this is about his own sanity. This is about how Namjoon just started a war with Yoongi and Hoseok's going to have to be the one to deal with all of it.
"He didn't even want to go to Charms, I did him a favor." Hoseok groans again, letting his book fall on his chest.
"Did he have the other one?" Jimin asks, landing right next to Namjoon.
"I dropped it in his robes as I went by, yeah."
"Did he actually get it though?"
"Probably? I don't know."
Jimin's mouth twists before he quickly runs off, shouting about going to visit Yoongi to make sure he's okay. Even though the nurses have dealt with the Skiving Snackboxes so much they've probably created their own cure already. It's cute. And despite what Yoongi would say, he'd probably be happy to see Jimin worried about him, so Hoseok doesn't say anything.
Jungkook shrugs and turns to Taehyung, grinning. "Do you want to go for another round?" Taehyung nods, opening his hands to let the Snitch go and then they zoom away after it.
Hoseok sighs, thoughts about how he'll probably dealing with Namjoon and Yoongi for at least the next month, then Namjoon runs a hand through his hair, smiling down at him. "You know I did it so Taehyung wouldn't know we were lying."
Oh. Right. Hoseok blinks and looks up at him. "Uh. Good."
Namjoon snorts, "You're welcome." Hoseok rolls his eyes, then pulls Namjoon down by his tie-
"Stop before I puke on my essay," Seokjin says, glaring over at them.
3
He had found the most foolproof place, Namjoon had said. There was no way anyone would walk in on them or they'd get caught, Namjoon had said. It was an amazing plan, Namjoon had said.
No.
Phase one of said amazing plan was them skipping Astronomy, which is admittedly a good idea, Hoseok will give Namjoon that. Going during Astronomy gives them lots of excuse because if they got caught in the halls they could say they were late or had to go and get something for the Astronomy teacher. They are skipping which Hoseok's not entirely upset about since he has no idea why he chose to take Astronomy (though maybe because he'd be taking it with Namjoon but that's neither here nor there) and he's usually not even paying attention. The problem lies in that he has no idea about what they're going to say about not going to class. If Hoseok was back home he'd tell people he slept through his alarm, but he's pretty sure wizarding alarms are practically impossible to sleep through.
Phase two is to then sneak into Professor Lee's classroom. The only reason of picking that specific professor is because no one else would dare go into his room. Professor Lee is basically the strictest teacher in the school and the only teacher that Hoseok has never said more than a couple words to. Not mention, he's a Slytherin who very much roots for Slytherin's to win the house cup. Getting caught by him in his classroom, after breaking in, not to mention what they're doing - it would not be good.
Namjoon had also decided to tell him this right when they met up outside the Kitchens, grinning when Hoseok blinked at him.
"You're supposed to be a Ravenclaw," Hoseok says.
Namjoon face falls so quickly into a pout that Hoseok laughs, "You think of something better then." There's that. Nothing Hoseok comes up with sounds better and, truthfully, it doesn't matter where they go, the risk of getting caught is the same. Besides, Hoseok's been completely swamped with Prefect duties lately that it would sort of nice to get away from being the good student.
"You're helping me with the Astronomy essay if we get caught." It's supposed to be a threat, even though Namjoon would probably done it anyways. Hoseok needs to save face somehow.
Namjoon snorts, "Deal."
So, he goes along with the plan completely. Follows Namjoon through the halls to the classroom where he spells the door open and leads Hoseok inside. It's been a long time since Hoseok's even been here since he doesn't take Ancient Runes anymore. Namjoon leads him through the empty desk until he gets to this specific one that he pushes Hoseok back on to.
Hoseok snorts, "Is this your desk?"
"Maybe." Namjoon grins, "Maybe, I want to think of this whenever I come to this boring Ancient Runes class." In some way, that is completely adorable and Hoseok cups Namjoon's face in his hands, smiling at him.
"So, you never want to concentrate in this class again?"
"You're a lot more interesting than translating old scriptures," Namjoon says.
"I would hope so," he smiles, then his hands move down to his collar to pull him closer for a quick kiss.
That's all they get. The door opens and in the minimal light, Hoseok can only make out that there's someone there. It's only when the person spells all the lights on that he sees it's Jungkook standing in the doorway. Namjoon bangs his head down onto Hoseok's shoulder.
"Totally foolproof, huh?"
"Shut up," Namjoon mumbles and Hoseok chuckles. That draws Jungkook's attention over, staring at them in confusion.
"Hyung? Why are you here?" Jungkook asks.
"Because," Hoseok pauses. He doesn't want Jungkook to really think about this because he'll definitely figure it out, but he can't come up with an explanation. His eyes glance around, then look down at Namjoon for help. Namjoon, who is leaning his head against his shoulder and maybe could look like he's crying and that'll work. He starts petting at Namjoon's hair. "Namjoon's upset." It comes out less certain than he meant for it to, and Namjoon gives this little snort into his shoulder which Hoseok slaps at his back for. It was the best he could come up with, he doesn't do this every other day like Namjoon or Yoongi.
Jungkook stares at them for a second, before something clicks and he starts smirking. "Really, hyung?" It was worth a try, but Jungkook's always been too smart for his own good.
Namjoon stands up, sighing, "Why are you here? Isn't your curfew, like, six o'clock?"
"It's at eight." Jungkook sniffs, "and I've still got Astronomy."
"Are you there?" Namjoon says.
"Are you?" Jungkook grins.
Namjoon glowers, about to say something, but Hoseok squeezes at his hand. "We were about to go." He slides off the desk and leads Namjoon, who frowns at him like he thought they were going to stay, over to the door. Jungkook moves to the side to let them through, but Hoseok grabs at his wrist too and pulls him along.
"Hyung," Jungkook whines, trying to pull out of his grasp.
"You've got Astronomy too, right?"
"But-" Jungkook tries to pout like that'll do anything (though Jimin and Namjoon both say it usually does) and Hoseok lets go only to ruffle Jungkook's hair.
"Do you think I'd let you roam around the school?" Hoseok says, then smiles when Jungkook looks at him through his thoroughly messed up bangs. "C'mon."
There's one last little groan of defiance before Jungkook sighs, "Fine."
---
There are two essays he should be doing, a potion he should be studying, and a few spells he should be practicing, but he can't concentrate. Hoseok had sat with Namjoon and the others in the Great Hall because they promised they would study and get work done, but, instead, he's sitting in between Namjoon and Yoongi unable to do anything. Not with Yoongi constantly turning the pages in Namjoon's book as he tries to read and Namjoon moving Yoongi's quill whenever he tries to reach for it and them both yelling at each other through Hoseok. Not to mention, Jimin keeps yelling at Taehyung to stop looking at him with his freaky demonic eyes.
Hoseok slams his book shut which does nothing. He sighs, "Where's Seokjin-hyung?"
"Dunno." Namjoon says, then Yoongi's paper escapes from under his quill and floats all the way down the table in front of some unsuspecting First Year. The look Yoongi gives as he watches it go is scary enough that the First Year promptly gets up and returns it. He turns to glare at Namjoon, who grins until his book flies up to hit him in the face. It lands back down on the table with a thud and Yoongi chuckles as he turns back to his essay.
"Fucking dammit, ow." Namjoon says, rubbing at his nose and glaring at Yoongi.
Hoseok ignores them, "Do you know, Taehyung-ah?"
"Probably with Hyosang-hyung," Taehyung shrugs and when he looks over at Hoseok his eyes aren't demonic, but cat eyes are kind of scary on a human.
"He's in the library." About five books are dropped on the table next to Taehyung, making the entire table shudder, then Jungkook slides in to sit down.
"Jungkook," Yoongi scowls. There's a big blotch of ink on the paper and he points at it like he can't magic it away. Namjoon laughs and one of the pages in his book rips out.
"Hyung," Namjoon groans.
"Sorry, hyung," Jungkook says, clearing up the ink blotch for Yoongi, then he opens the front of the first book and hands Taehyung a piece of paper, "And here."
Taehyung grins at him, "Thank you." Jimin glances over at the paper then frowns.
"Is that the Transfiguration essay?" Jimin asks, loudly, and Taehyung slaps him on the arm before turning a sheepish smile to Hoseok.
"Did you make Jungkook write your essay?" Hoseok frowns.
"Not write it, he just researched it for me."
"That's not better, Taehyung."
"But, hyung," Taehyung whines, "Transfigurations essays are so boring and it's not like I need it. And Jungkook lost the bet."
"That's because I caught Hoseok-hyung and Namjoon-hyung in the classroom together," Jungkook says. The entire table freezes for a second, before Namjoon sputters, Yoongi starts laughing, and Jimin and Taehyung grin over at him.
"You didn't catch us together," Hoseok clarifies, but it does nothing to stop the others. Or how hot his face feels.
"Whatever," Jungkook frowns, "He forced me to go to Astronomy, so I couldn't mess with Professor Lee's office."
"You were going to mess with Professor Lee's office?" Hoseok blanches.
"You got caught again," Yoongi says, grinning impossibly wide. "And you were skipping Astronomy?"
"Again?" Taehyung says.
"Again?" Jungkook repeats. They both look at Hoseok half surprised and half with these small cheeky grins, waiting for an explanation he's never going to give. His cheeks feel like they're on fire and his brain is firing out things to say that all don't sound right or make only make his cheeks feel hotter. He can't even look up at the others.
"Yeah, before-" Yoongi starts, but then his tie somehow unties itself and manages to wrap around his mouth so he can't talk. While he struggles with it, Hoseok looks over at Namjoon, who shrugs, blushing, then focuses back on his book.
Hoseok sighs, "It doesn't matter-"
"Aren't you a prefect, hyung?" Jungkook gives him a smirk, way too cocky, and Hoseok frowns.
"You're yelling at us when you were skipping class?" Taehyung adds. Besides the fact that Jungkook was going to skip too, Hoseok didn't actually end up skipping. Not to mention, cheating on an essay is a thousand times worse than simply not going to a class. That's probably a weekful of detentions.
Also.
"You were trying to mess with a professor's office." Hoseok looks between both of them and they nod, smiling like that couldn't get them suspended. Sometimes, Hoseok thinks he should put a tracker on them. "That's at least a month's worth of detention for both of you."
That wipes away Jungkook's smirk, "What? C'mon, hyung, please."
"Hyung," Taehyung frowns.
"You're the ones who told me," Hoseok shrugs. There's a small bubble of laughter from Jimin and Jungkook glares at him until Jimin's book snaps closed, almost catching his fingers, and all his papers scatter about.
"You asshole," Jimin scowls as he flips back through his book and Jungkook smiles until he turns to see Hoseok, then it's back to his pout.
"Hyung, don't be mad because of yesterday," Jungkook whines, "Please." Hoseok gives him a small unsympathetic frown and Jungkook groans loud enough to get the attention of nearby students. Taehyung stares at Hoseok, mouth twisted, until his eyes curve in the way that Hoseok hates. It takes less than a second, Hoseok only blinks his eyes, and sitting beside Jungkook is Namjoon. Except, Namjoon's still right beside Hoseok. And well. Taehyung's doing his thing again. Hoseok hates his thing.
"Hoseokie please," Taehyung-Namjoon says. Definitely hates his thing. This is practically Taehyung's go to method whenever Hoseok threatens him with more than two days of detention. Jimin blinks over at them then grins when he realizes while Jungkook tries hard not to smile. "Don't give me detention." His frown is so similar to Namjoon's and Hoseok groans, choosing to focus back on the book in front of him. Ignoring it is best.
"Hoseokie," Taehyung-Namjoon whines. Even though Hoseok knows Namjoon is right next to him, shaking his head and chuckling as he reads his book, this is exactly like if Namjoon was doing it. No one needs to know how many times this has worked; fake Namjoon or real Namjoon. "Baby, please." Jungkook snickers.
"I swear to-Taehyung." Hoseok warns, disregarding the blush he feels coming on his cheeks. "Change back."
"Not until Hoseokie promises not to give me detention," Taehyung-Namjoon even tries pouting.
Namjoon snorts, "That doesn't really work." He's smirking when Hoseok glares over, but he takes one look at Hoseok's face and goes back to reading his book. For a second, until it manages to somehow skid away and fly off the edge of the table.
"Fuck you," Yoongi spits out. His hairs a mess and his tie is all crinkled, but it's no longer wrapped around his mouth.
"Hoseokie doesn't love me," Taehyung-Namjoon sulks.
"Would you stop?" Hoseok snaps. The corner of Taehyung-Namjoon's mouth starts to quiver.
"But Hoseokie."
Yoongi snorts as he tries to pat down his hair, "This is probably Hoseok's biggest fanta-" This time the tie stuffs into Yoongi's mouth and Yoongi jolts backwards before turning to glare at Hoseok and pulling viciously at it. Hoseok doesn't really know how he managed that, but at least Yoongi's been shut up. Not that it really matters since Jungkook's finally exploded into laughter along with Taehyung, which Hoseok guesses is nice because Taehyung's changed back to himself. He sighs, then shoves at Namjoon when he notices him trying to hold back a smile.
Part 2
Namjoon/Hoseok, 12818w, NC-17
HP AU! | Bangtan |
A/N: also known as 5 times namseok got caught and one time they didn't. inspired by/based on kore-chan's numerous hp au fanarts!
1
The room of requirement is a complete and utter myth, Hoseok decides. There have been so many stories from random students about it popping up right in the nick of time and Taehyung swears he found it while running away from Professor Park. But, for Hoseok, it has never been anywhere when he needs it. Maybe he doesn't really need it, but that would be so much nicer than the small, cramped broom closet they're in. Because, if Hoseok was the one imagining it, there would be space for more than just two people, no brooms, clean air; the simple things. And probably a nice, soft bed.
Though, he's partially glad that didn't happen because if Namjoon saw a bed-
"Don't prefects get their own bathroom? Can't we go there?" Namjoon says as he pushes a falling broom back, holding it and willing it to stay.
"I'm not using the prefect bathroom." And besides, he didn't really think about that.
Namjoon's pout at the broom turns to him and Hoseok smiles. "You just want to use the bath."
"Exactly." Namjoon grins. Hoseok scoffs and attempts to leave, but Namjoon tugs him back, smirking, before leaning down to kiss him lightly. "You can't get mad at me when you're the one who called me down here after hours, Mr. Perfect."
"Shush," Hoseok mumbles, face flushing. As soon as they had started dating, Namjoon has incessantly used that nickname and it always makes Hoseok blush. Namjoon knows too, giving this cocky smile when Hoseok glances up. So, Hoseok pulls him in for another kiss, one that has Namjoon wrapping his arms around Hoseok's waist and bring them together, close enough that the small space isn't an issue.
They haven't done this in a while. They haven't been alone in a while. With them trying to adjust back to classes, everyone trying to reconnect, and Hoseok's prefect duties, there's been no time. All of Hoseok's attempts to make time, small hints and little looks, never worked since Namjoon can be incredibly oblivious about things. He ended up having to send a note, a simple thing about meeting up, but he was anxious as soon as he sent it. There was a eighty percent chance Namjoon would be with Yoongi and a ninety percent chance Yoongi would find a way to read it.
The worries ended up unfounded and he got exactly what he wanted. Namjoon sucking on his tongue as his hands roamed under Hoseok's shirt. Namjoon caressing all along his body, pushing up his shirt for better access. Namjoon's hands at his waist, his thumb teasing under his boxers. He wanted Namjoon there and against him and it's so satisfying to finally have him there. Especially, when he starts to rub slow, gentle circles on Hoseok's hip bone and his mouth slips open in surprise, Namjoon taking the opportunity to nip at his bottom lip lightly.
"You're so wound up," he says, kissing down Hoseok's jaw. "Are the freshmen awful this year?"
"Shut up," Hoseok says more breathy than he wanted and he knows Namjoon's smirking against his neck, feels it.
"I'm just worried Hoseokie." And Hoseok would say something to that, probably another shut up in his slightly hazed mind, but Namjoon's thumb presses into his hip and he's starting to suck a mark on Hoseok's neck and-
"Namjoon," he moans and he can feel how much the other likes it as he rolls his body up, closer, as close as they can get.
"Oh." It takes two seconds for Hoseok to realize it's another voice and that there's light entering from the hall and there's someone at the door. He jolts in surprise while Namjoon's hands come off him quick and he backs up so fast that he bumps into a broom, having it rattle before falling onto the floor. Right in front of Yoongi. "A prefect making out in a broom closet?"
The hallways of the castle were empty, foreboding, and quiet, making the walk here terrifying as each step they took echoed in Hoseok's ears. Then, they had to open a creaking closet door and everything had been so loud that he thought he would have heard someone way before they got to this point. Apparently not, because Yoongi's standing right in the doorway, smiling.
"It's-" Hoseok shoves down his sweater when Namjoon's eyes flicker down, "It's past curfew."
"My mistake. A prefect making out in a broom closet after hours." Yoongi's grin widens, "I should have your badge."
There's nothing Hoseok can really say to that, plus he wants to melt into the floor, pratically feels like he could with how hot his face feels. "Why are you even up?"
"Couldn't sleep," Yoongi says, staring at Hoseok in a way that makes him fidget with his shirt. It might be slightly noticeable because Namjoon grabs for his hand.
"Really," Namjoon snorts, "You're not trying to figure out a way into the Gryffindor Tower again?" Again? That's mildly (very) alarming and Hoseok wants to ask why, but he figures he wouldn't want to know the answer.
"No." Yoongi glares.
Namjoon shrugs, "Too bad because I could help."
The way Yoongi's eyes light up is dangerous and, even though Hoseok knows Namjoon's trying to help, divert Yoongi's attention else where, Yoongi has the exact same expression he had when he got the ghosts, every single one, to spook all the prefects for an entire month two years ago. Basically, Hoseok thinks he'd get his prefect badge taken away for even hearing whatever Yoongi is up to.
"Really?"
"Let's not," Hoseok sighs, "We should go before a teacher catches us." Namjoon gives him this small, placating smile while Yoongi shrugs. He expected that. It's not like either of them care that much (which is why Hoseok even was able to ask Namjoon to come after curfew), but it's a huge concern for him. Getting caught with Namjoon is okay, but getting caught with Namjoon and Yoongi might ruin his reputation beyond repair.
Hoseok rolls his eyes, "C'mon." He pushes Namjoon out the closet and winces as their footsteps still echo all throughout the hall.
Yoongi snorts, "Alright, I'll go back to the Dungeons before a hypocritical prefect gives me detention."
"Right," Hoseok frowns. "You're really going back?"
Yoongi offers one of his cat-like smirks before turning around. "Does it matter? I'm going, so, you can stay in your broom closet if you want. Maybe, lock the door next time with, y'know, magic." Hoseok glares at Yoongi's back as he walks away. That is in the direction of the Dungeons, but also many other places he may possibly wreak havoc.
As soon as Yoongi turns the corner, in the wrong direction, Namjoon's arms wrap around Hoseok's waist and he rest his chin on Hoseok's shoulder.
"Namjoon," Hoseok pokes at Namjoon's forehead, "No."
He gives the most disgruntled groan before backing off and sighing, "Yoongi's an ass."
When Hoseok looks back at him, the face Namjoon has is some type of mixture between a pout and a scowl and is all-around very childish, but he smiles despite himself. "Let's go, I'll walk you back to the Tower." He pulls on Namjoon's sleeves lightly before walking off. There's no sound of footsteps behind him and he turns to see the other blinking at him.
"Just go to the Kitchens, it's closer." He even points like Hoseok doesn't know where his House is. Really, Namjoon seems way too confused and Hoseok laughs before just grabbing onto his shirt and pulling him away.
"Well, if you go alone and you get caught you'll get detention right away. But, if you walk with me it looks less like you're getting into trouble again-" Hoseok shoots a look back at Namjoon. "Or that I already caught you. And, if someone does catch us, the teachers listen to me-" Abruptly, he's brought to a halt because Namjoon stopped moving. When he looks back, frowning to show his annoyance, Namjoon's giving this really large smile. It's the one where his eyes turn to crescents and it showcases his dimple and makes Hoseok happy merely looking at it. Before he can even ask, Namjoon engulfs him in a hug that's too warm and feels too nice for him to even fake like he doesn't like it. He'd rather get caught then push Namjoon away and that might say several very bad things.
"Perfect Hoseok-ie looking out for me." And that nickname might be the absolute worst in history, but Hoseok is too busy smiling and kissing at Namjoon's cheek to actually say anything.
---
Fifty.
There have been about fifty times where Hoseok wondered if he should have rejected the prefect position. Maybe two of them are because First Years can be annoying and a pain and a couple go to having to be that guy and mention when something is against school rules. But. Almost all the rest of them are because of Jimin.
"Hyung." Like now, as Jimin is tugging at the sleeves of his robe and pouting over at him. "Hyung, please."
He's been up forty minutes. Forty. Enough time for him to get up, get dressed, and head to the Great Hall. He didn't even get inside before Jimin whisked him away to whine and pout and complain because apparently Yoongi can still be an ass at nine o'clock in the morning.
And maybe it's not directly because of Jimin.
Hoseok sighs, "Where is he?" There's no use trying to send Jimin off to any of the other prefects because the Slytherins wouldn't care and the other Hufflepuff prefects are afraid of Yoongi ever since that one time last year where he he put puking pastilles in their food for an entire week because one of them gave him a month's worth of detention. Only Hoseok's really had to deal with him since then which is a complete hassle. Yoongi's not really a prankster, that's more Namjoon and Taehyung. No, it's more that he doesn't care about the rules which honestly might be worse. He stays up past curfew, skips class, and sometimes gets revenge against people (mostly Namjoon), but pranking is strictly reserved for Jimin. Like now, when he's floating up Jimin's essay and quill in the air above the fountain.
Hoseok rolls his eyes, "Yoongi-hyung."
"Hey." Yoongi smiles, shaking his wandbearing hand which, in turn, shakes the essay; Jimin lets out this small, high-pitched squeak.
"This is a little harsh for you." Hoseok frowns.
"Jimin's the one who wouldn't help me out with homework yesterday."
"Hyung," Jimin whines, "I had quidditch practice."
"Is hyung or quidditch more important, Jiminie." Yoongi asks. He waits, maybe one second, before he starts to steadily lower the paper.
"Hyung!" Jimin shouts.
Yoongi grins, "Good." This whole situation makes little to zero sense and maybe it's because Hoseok only woke up a bit ago, but how would a Fifth Year be able to help Seventh Year in his homework. Unless Yoongi was trying to practice his spells on Jimin again and Hoseok wouldn't blame Jimin from hiding because of what happened last time.
It doesn't really matter because Hoseok's stomach is growling and he just wants to eat. "I'm going to dock 30 points from Slytherin if you don't give Jimin back his essay."
"Go ahead," Yoongi says.
"And detention for two days." Again, Yoongi doesn't seem to care, focusing on ways to make the essay look like it's dancing. "With Professor Nam." Yoongi's head snaps over and he glares. Professor Nam is the Head of the Hufflepuff House, the Herbology teacher, and always a ball of cheer which means, naturally, Yoongi hates her and loathes detention with her.
"You're such a fucking goody two shoes," Yoongi scowls and Hoseok crosses his arms, offering an innocent smile. "Fine." The paper and quill float right over to Jimin, who grabs them immediately.
Jimin grins at first, but then he looks down at the essay and his eyes widen. "Hyung, what did you do?" He sounds so distraught while Yoongi's only smirking as he walks over. "Hyung."
"Don't worry, Jimin-ah," Yoongi pats at his head, but stares directly at Hoseok which is only mildly concerning. He glances down at the paper, expecting there to either be a bunch of Hoseok's an ass and other curse words written throughout it. That might have been better. Instead there's a moving picture of two stick figures entering a door together, one has an arrow pointing to it that says Hoseok and the other with Namjoon. Hoseok blushes and snatches the paper from Jimin's hands.
"Change it back," Jimin whines.
"Hyung," Hoseok says. "Change it."
Yoongi grins, "No more threats of detention, then? For a week."
"That's-hyung." Hoseok sputters
"Yes?" Yoongi asks, then taps the paper which turns rather obscene.
Hoseok really doesn't need this at nine o'clock in the morning. "Yes. Fine. A week."
"Ah, that was too easy." Yoongi sighs, "Maybe I should have asked for a month then?" Hoseok frowns, glaring, but Yoongi's grin widens before he taps the paper again, words filling it like nothing had ever happened to it. He takes the paper from Hoseok's hands then grins at Jimin, arm wrapping around his neck. "Now, you're going to help me with my Defense Against the Dark Arts paper. You're good at that, right?" He gives a wave before pulling Jimin down the hall.
Hoseok agrees with Namjoon, Yoongi's an ass.
2
Hoseok is not at fault in any way. Maybe, Hoseok had floated over some notes during his and Namjoon's shared Potions class, but, to his credit, it was an extremely boring class. They were learning about the Babbling Beverage's history and about all the ingredients without actually making the potion. And it wasn't even Hoseok who had started it. Namjoon had sent a note about making Hoseok babble in much more vulgar terms which Hoseok couldn't just leave alone. He didn't know that as soon as they were dismissed, Namjoon would pull him away and led him down the hall to the nearest open door which happened to be a broom closet. There's a huge chance this is the same one from before and that hadn't worked out so well for them, but Namjoon doesn't let Hoseok voice any of his concerns. As soon as he closes the door, he's kissing at Hoseok's neck, pulling up his shirt, running his hands over Hoseok's stomach, everywhere.
"Merlin, Namjoon." Hoseok says, shuddering when Namjoon scratches lightly on his back.
Namjoon laughs warm against Hoseok's skin. "I've got ten minutes," his voice ghosts across his ear and Hoseok fists at Namjoon's sleeves. "Take off your robes." And Hoseok starts to, but it's not fast enough and instead Namjoon pulls them off for him. They fall to the floor, kicking up dust, but Namjoon's lifts his chin for a kiss and is unbuttoning his shirt and he doesn't care. Dirty clothes, cramped broom closet, shouting outisde, whatever. Namjoon maybe gets to the third button before he gives up and focuses on Hoseok's belt. The shouting outside gets louder and there's running past the door, laughter, and, wow, Hoseok never realized how much he liked this; the danger that someone could open the door and catch them. He pulls Namjoon back for a kiss, just as he finally undoes the belt, and runs his hands through Namjoon's hair.
When the door opens, it's so sudden that Hoseok doesn't really have time to say a single word before someone joins them, pushing Hoseok and Namjoon into the brooms and making the closet very, very crowded. The person slams the door shut and then there's sounds of running and shouting right behind it, Hoseok swears he hears a 'where'd he go.' It's awkward, there's some muffled conversation behind the door while inside all their breaths are clearly audible. A full minute passes before the people outside run off away from the door and there's shouts that sound farther away. The person lets out a loud breath.
It's silent for a while, the person standing at the door and looking at it like he's waiting for something. Then, Namjoon clears his throat which Hoseok has no idea why he did that. He pinches at Namjoon's arm and scowls at the frown Namjoon gives him. They had a chance, a small chance but still, that the person would leave like he didn't notice them. Now, however, the guy says a quiet lumos, turns around, and- Taehyung. Great.
"Hyung?" Taehyung says, pointing it at Namjoon and raising an eyebrow, then he moves the wand right in front of Hoseok's face and grins. "Hyung!"
Hoseok coughs, pulling the top of his shirt together. "Why are you here?"
"Some seventh years are chasing me cause I hid a mandrake in their room." Taehyung grins like he's looking for approval.
"What?"
"Nice," Namjoon says and Hoseok pinches him on the arm again, glaring.
"Where did you- Look, Taehyung, those are dangerous." There have been many times where Taehyung has let loose a bunch of random little animals or bugs in random parts of the castle and Hoseok's never really cared before. They've never been dangerous. But. A mandrake.
"It was a baby, hyung, like a baby baby. There wasn't any danger at all and it wasn't even my fault. Jungkook dared me, hyung. If I didn't do it I'd have to do whatever he says for a day. Please don't give me detention hyung, please." Taehyung whines, pouting with large, bright, literal puppy dog eyes staring straight at Hoseok.
"Stop." Hoseok backs into the wall as Taehyung only moves closer. "You look like a demon." It takes the blink of an eye and Taehyung's regular eyes are back, though still large and pouting. Hoseok sighs, "I'll let you off this time, okay?"
Taehyung grins wide, then turns around like he's about to leave which would be fantastic. But, he spins back around to them and waves the lit wand between them, "Why are you guys here?"
With how disheveled Hoseok should look, unbuttoned shirt, undone belt, missing robes, it should be obvious, but Taehyung is Taehyung. "Uh." But, Hoseok's not a liar, kind of really terrible at it actually, even to someone as gullible as Taehyung.
"Hoseok was yelling at me for giving Yoongi-hyung a nosebleed nougat." It comes out of Namjoon's face so fast that Taehyung probably should have caught on, but he only stares at Namjoon with wide eyes.
"Really?" Taehyung asks. Hoseok glances over at him and Namjoon shrugs. Whatever works is good and it is a pretty believable story, so Hoseok nods in Taehyung's direction and, after looking between them twice, Taehyung shrugs in acceptance.
"Hyung probably deserved it," he says, then waves his wand off and goes to open the door, peeking out. He turns to give one last wave and grin before dashing off down the hall somewhere.
Hoseok breathes a sigh of relief, happy that was at least Taehyung and not Yoongi again, or a teacher. Though, Yoongi's probably worse.
"No more broom closets, then?" Namjoon says and Hoseok gives him a look before redoing his belt.
"Yeah, maybe." Hoseok grumbles and picks up his robe, wrinkling his nose at it then saying a quick scourgify before putting it on. He's about to get to his shirt too, but Namjoon's already there, buttoning it up for him. It's kind of really sweet. And really cute. And really domestic. And-
"You're grinning Hoseok-ah." Namjoon says, glancing up, and it makes Hoseok completely aware of his expression which he tries to make blank despite his blushing.
"So are you." Somehow, Namjoon's grin gets wider as he gives one final pull on Hoseok's necktie.
"It's because you're cute." He leans down to kiss Hoseok on the cheek, then the lips, soft and sweet, and he tugs Hoseok by his shirt lightly, bringing him closer. There's something about it that's so gentle and nice and loving that Hoseok only wants to stay there, but he has to pull away first. He knows that with their streak of luck, Taehyung would come back, somehow realizing it was a lie.
"Go to class," Hoseok says, even though he is very happy right here and this is one of the few moments he regrets being a Prefect. He better get the Head Boy position. "Actually go to class, okay?"
"Fine, Perfect." Namjoon kisses him once more before letting go. "I'll see you at the library." And Hoseok takes that back, he doesn't want to be Head Boy if he'll have to follow the rules all the time. Like watching Namjoon head to class and not pulling him back, shutting the door, and staying there together.
---
Friday's after lunch are free periods for all of them and they always hang out in the fields. Usually, Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung playing Quidditch while the others do homework and study (in Seokjin and Hoseok's case) or just lay around (in Yoongi and Namjoon's case). Though sometimes, when Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung would play scrimmages, Namjoon would have to join in to be on Jungkook's team, being the only other one with actual Quidditch skills. He'd always groan about it, saying he quit for a reason, then get really involved as soon as the game started which Yoongi teased was because Hoseok was watching. (It's really not, Namjoon's just competitive.)
Today though, Hoseok's reading his History of Magic Book against Namjoon's thigh as the others practice, Jimin hitting at a Bludger while Taehyung and Jungkook chase each other around searching for the Snitch. Across from Hoseok, Seokjin's writing an essay and Yoongi's nowhere to be found which Hoseok can only assume is because he's using his detention free week to get into trouble.
There's this swish of air and Hoseok glances over his book to see Jimin floating above them, frowning, "Where's Yoongi-hyung?"
"Don't know," Seokjin says and Hoseok and Namjoon both shrug.
"He's run away from you," Jungkook says as he flies down to join Jimin, Taehyung following right behind him. Jimin glares, then throws his bat in Jungkook's direction except it stops midair before repelling backwards and Jimin has to make a quick cut backwards so it misses. It ends up landing about a meter away from Hoseok, digging a bit into the ground.
Jimin points at him, astounded, "Hyung, he just tried to kill me." Hoseok has no idea who he's talking to because Namjoon doesn't care, Seokjin's entirely focused on his paper, and Hoseok just saw that Jimin tried to hit Jungkook first. That's completely fair in his opinion.
"It missed," Jungkook grins.
"He's in the Nurse's Wing." Taehyung says as he cuts in between the two. Good he said that too, because it looked like Jimin was about to ram into Jungkook with his broom and that always ends up with them chasing after each other and bruises or broken bones by the end. Instead, Jimin's frown deepens and it's funny how quick Jimin's mind is taken away from Jungkook.
"What?"
"Is he okay?" Hoseok asks because Jimin's about to sputter himself into erupting.
Taehyung shrugs, "It's from the nougat Namjoon-hyung gave him." By the time Hoseok glares up at him, Namjoon's already sending him that sheepish 'I-got-caught' smile.
"Why would you do that?" He groans. This is way less about his Prefect duties. No, this is about his own sanity. This is about how Namjoon just started a war with Yoongi and Hoseok's going to have to be the one to deal with all of it.
"He didn't even want to go to Charms, I did him a favor." Hoseok groans again, letting his book fall on his chest.
"Did he have the other one?" Jimin asks, landing right next to Namjoon.
"I dropped it in his robes as I went by, yeah."
"Did he actually get it though?"
"Probably? I don't know."
Jimin's mouth twists before he quickly runs off, shouting about going to visit Yoongi to make sure he's okay. Even though the nurses have dealt with the Skiving Snackboxes so much they've probably created their own cure already. It's cute. And despite what Yoongi would say, he'd probably be happy to see Jimin worried about him, so Hoseok doesn't say anything.
Jungkook shrugs and turns to Taehyung, grinning. "Do you want to go for another round?" Taehyung nods, opening his hands to let the Snitch go and then they zoom away after it.
Hoseok sighs, thoughts about how he'll probably dealing with Namjoon and Yoongi for at least the next month, then Namjoon runs a hand through his hair, smiling down at him. "You know I did it so Taehyung wouldn't know we were lying."
Oh. Right. Hoseok blinks and looks up at him. "Uh. Good."
Namjoon snorts, "You're welcome." Hoseok rolls his eyes, then pulls Namjoon down by his tie-
"Stop before I puke on my essay," Seokjin says, glaring over at them.
3
He had found the most foolproof place, Namjoon had said. There was no way anyone would walk in on them or they'd get caught, Namjoon had said. It was an amazing plan, Namjoon had said.
No.
Phase one of said amazing plan was them skipping Astronomy, which is admittedly a good idea, Hoseok will give Namjoon that. Going during Astronomy gives them lots of excuse because if they got caught in the halls they could say they were late or had to go and get something for the Astronomy teacher. They are skipping which Hoseok's not entirely upset about since he has no idea why he chose to take Astronomy (though maybe because he'd be taking it with Namjoon but that's neither here nor there) and he's usually not even paying attention. The problem lies in that he has no idea about what they're going to say about not going to class. If Hoseok was back home he'd tell people he slept through his alarm, but he's pretty sure wizarding alarms are practically impossible to sleep through.
Phase two is to then sneak into Professor Lee's classroom. The only reason of picking that specific professor is because no one else would dare go into his room. Professor Lee is basically the strictest teacher in the school and the only teacher that Hoseok has never said more than a couple words to. Not mention, he's a Slytherin who very much roots for Slytherin's to win the house cup. Getting caught by him in his classroom, after breaking in, not to mention what they're doing - it would not be good.
Namjoon had also decided to tell him this right when they met up outside the Kitchens, grinning when Hoseok blinked at him.
"You're supposed to be a Ravenclaw," Hoseok says.
Namjoon face falls so quickly into a pout that Hoseok laughs, "You think of something better then." There's that. Nothing Hoseok comes up with sounds better and, truthfully, it doesn't matter where they go, the risk of getting caught is the same. Besides, Hoseok's been completely swamped with Prefect duties lately that it would sort of nice to get away from being the good student.
"You're helping me with the Astronomy essay if we get caught." It's supposed to be a threat, even though Namjoon would probably done it anyways. Hoseok needs to save face somehow.
Namjoon snorts, "Deal."
So, he goes along with the plan completely. Follows Namjoon through the halls to the classroom where he spells the door open and leads Hoseok inside. It's been a long time since Hoseok's even been here since he doesn't take Ancient Runes anymore. Namjoon leads him through the empty desk until he gets to this specific one that he pushes Hoseok back on to.
Hoseok snorts, "Is this your desk?"
"Maybe." Namjoon grins, "Maybe, I want to think of this whenever I come to this boring Ancient Runes class." In some way, that is completely adorable and Hoseok cups Namjoon's face in his hands, smiling at him.
"So, you never want to concentrate in this class again?"
"You're a lot more interesting than translating old scriptures," Namjoon says.
"I would hope so," he smiles, then his hands move down to his collar to pull him closer for a quick kiss.
That's all they get. The door opens and in the minimal light, Hoseok can only make out that there's someone there. It's only when the person spells all the lights on that he sees it's Jungkook standing in the doorway. Namjoon bangs his head down onto Hoseok's shoulder.
"Totally foolproof, huh?"
"Shut up," Namjoon mumbles and Hoseok chuckles. That draws Jungkook's attention over, staring at them in confusion.
"Hyung? Why are you here?" Jungkook asks.
"Because," Hoseok pauses. He doesn't want Jungkook to really think about this because he'll definitely figure it out, but he can't come up with an explanation. His eyes glance around, then look down at Namjoon for help. Namjoon, who is leaning his head against his shoulder and maybe could look like he's crying and that'll work. He starts petting at Namjoon's hair. "Namjoon's upset." It comes out less certain than he meant for it to, and Namjoon gives this little snort into his shoulder which Hoseok slaps at his back for. It was the best he could come up with, he doesn't do this every other day like Namjoon or Yoongi.
Jungkook stares at them for a second, before something clicks and he starts smirking. "Really, hyung?" It was worth a try, but Jungkook's always been too smart for his own good.
Namjoon stands up, sighing, "Why are you here? Isn't your curfew, like, six o'clock?"
"It's at eight." Jungkook sniffs, "and I've still got Astronomy."
"Are you there?" Namjoon says.
"Are you?" Jungkook grins.
Namjoon glowers, about to say something, but Hoseok squeezes at his hand. "We were about to go." He slides off the desk and leads Namjoon, who frowns at him like he thought they were going to stay, over to the door. Jungkook moves to the side to let them through, but Hoseok grabs at his wrist too and pulls him along.
"Hyung," Jungkook whines, trying to pull out of his grasp.
"You've got Astronomy too, right?"
"But-" Jungkook tries to pout like that'll do anything (though Jimin and Namjoon both say it usually does) and Hoseok lets go only to ruffle Jungkook's hair.
"Do you think I'd let you roam around the school?" Hoseok says, then smiles when Jungkook looks at him through his thoroughly messed up bangs. "C'mon."
There's one last little groan of defiance before Jungkook sighs, "Fine."
---
There are two essays he should be doing, a potion he should be studying, and a few spells he should be practicing, but he can't concentrate. Hoseok had sat with Namjoon and the others in the Great Hall because they promised they would study and get work done, but, instead, he's sitting in between Namjoon and Yoongi unable to do anything. Not with Yoongi constantly turning the pages in Namjoon's book as he tries to read and Namjoon moving Yoongi's quill whenever he tries to reach for it and them both yelling at each other through Hoseok. Not to mention, Jimin keeps yelling at Taehyung to stop looking at him with his freaky demonic eyes.
Hoseok slams his book shut which does nothing. He sighs, "Where's Seokjin-hyung?"
"Dunno." Namjoon says, then Yoongi's paper escapes from under his quill and floats all the way down the table in front of some unsuspecting First Year. The look Yoongi gives as he watches it go is scary enough that the First Year promptly gets up and returns it. He turns to glare at Namjoon, who grins until his book flies up to hit him in the face. It lands back down on the table with a thud and Yoongi chuckles as he turns back to his essay.
"Fucking dammit, ow." Namjoon says, rubbing at his nose and glaring at Yoongi.
Hoseok ignores them, "Do you know, Taehyung-ah?"
"Probably with Hyosang-hyung," Taehyung shrugs and when he looks over at Hoseok his eyes aren't demonic, but cat eyes are kind of scary on a human.
"He's in the library." About five books are dropped on the table next to Taehyung, making the entire table shudder, then Jungkook slides in to sit down.
"Jungkook," Yoongi scowls. There's a big blotch of ink on the paper and he points at it like he can't magic it away. Namjoon laughs and one of the pages in his book rips out.
"Hyung," Namjoon groans.
"Sorry, hyung," Jungkook says, clearing up the ink blotch for Yoongi, then he opens the front of the first book and hands Taehyung a piece of paper, "And here."
Taehyung grins at him, "Thank you." Jimin glances over at the paper then frowns.
"Is that the Transfiguration essay?" Jimin asks, loudly, and Taehyung slaps him on the arm before turning a sheepish smile to Hoseok.
"Did you make Jungkook write your essay?" Hoseok frowns.
"Not write it, he just researched it for me."
"That's not better, Taehyung."
"But, hyung," Taehyung whines, "Transfigurations essays are so boring and it's not like I need it. And Jungkook lost the bet."
"That's because I caught Hoseok-hyung and Namjoon-hyung in the classroom together," Jungkook says. The entire table freezes for a second, before Namjoon sputters, Yoongi starts laughing, and Jimin and Taehyung grin over at him.
"You didn't catch us together," Hoseok clarifies, but it does nothing to stop the others. Or how hot his face feels.
"Whatever," Jungkook frowns, "He forced me to go to Astronomy, so I couldn't mess with Professor Lee's office."
"You were going to mess with Professor Lee's office?" Hoseok blanches.
"You got caught again," Yoongi says, grinning impossibly wide. "And you were skipping Astronomy?"
"Again?" Taehyung says.
"Again?" Jungkook repeats. They both look at Hoseok half surprised and half with these small cheeky grins, waiting for an explanation he's never going to give. His cheeks feel like they're on fire and his brain is firing out things to say that all don't sound right or make only make his cheeks feel hotter. He can't even look up at the others.
"Yeah, before-" Yoongi starts, but then his tie somehow unties itself and manages to wrap around his mouth so he can't talk. While he struggles with it, Hoseok looks over at Namjoon, who shrugs, blushing, then focuses back on his book.
Hoseok sighs, "It doesn't matter-"
"Aren't you a prefect, hyung?" Jungkook gives him a smirk, way too cocky, and Hoseok frowns.
"You're yelling at us when you were skipping class?" Taehyung adds. Besides the fact that Jungkook was going to skip too, Hoseok didn't actually end up skipping. Not to mention, cheating on an essay is a thousand times worse than simply not going to a class. That's probably a weekful of detentions.
Also.
"You were trying to mess with a professor's office." Hoseok looks between both of them and they nod, smiling like that couldn't get them suspended. Sometimes, Hoseok thinks he should put a tracker on them. "That's at least a month's worth of detention for both of you."
That wipes away Jungkook's smirk, "What? C'mon, hyung, please."
"Hyung," Taehyung frowns.
"You're the ones who told me," Hoseok shrugs. There's a small bubble of laughter from Jimin and Jungkook glares at him until Jimin's book snaps closed, almost catching his fingers, and all his papers scatter about.
"You asshole," Jimin scowls as he flips back through his book and Jungkook smiles until he turns to see Hoseok, then it's back to his pout.
"Hyung, don't be mad because of yesterday," Jungkook whines, "Please." Hoseok gives him a small unsympathetic frown and Jungkook groans loud enough to get the attention of nearby students. Taehyung stares at Hoseok, mouth twisted, until his eyes curve in the way that Hoseok hates. It takes less than a second, Hoseok only blinks his eyes, and sitting beside Jungkook is Namjoon. Except, Namjoon's still right beside Hoseok. And well. Taehyung's doing his thing again. Hoseok hates his thing.
"Hoseokie please," Taehyung-Namjoon says. Definitely hates his thing. This is practically Taehyung's go to method whenever Hoseok threatens him with more than two days of detention. Jimin blinks over at them then grins when he realizes while Jungkook tries hard not to smile. "Don't give me detention." His frown is so similar to Namjoon's and Hoseok groans, choosing to focus back on the book in front of him. Ignoring it is best.
"Hoseokie," Taehyung-Namjoon whines. Even though Hoseok knows Namjoon is right next to him, shaking his head and chuckling as he reads his book, this is exactly like if Namjoon was doing it. No one needs to know how many times this has worked; fake Namjoon or real Namjoon. "Baby, please." Jungkook snickers.
"I swear to-Taehyung." Hoseok warns, disregarding the blush he feels coming on his cheeks. "Change back."
"Not until Hoseokie promises not to give me detention," Taehyung-Namjoon even tries pouting.
Namjoon snorts, "That doesn't really work." He's smirking when Hoseok glares over, but he takes one look at Hoseok's face and goes back to reading his book. For a second, until it manages to somehow skid away and fly off the edge of the table.
"Fuck you," Yoongi spits out. His hairs a mess and his tie is all crinkled, but it's no longer wrapped around his mouth.
"Hoseokie doesn't love me," Taehyung-Namjoon sulks.
"Would you stop?" Hoseok snaps. The corner of Taehyung-Namjoon's mouth starts to quiver.
"But Hoseokie."
Yoongi snorts as he tries to pat down his hair, "This is probably Hoseok's biggest fanta-" This time the tie stuffs into Yoongi's mouth and Yoongi jolts backwards before turning to glare at Hoseok and pulling viciously at it. Hoseok doesn't really know how he managed that, but at least Yoongi's been shut up. Not that it really matters since Jungkook's finally exploded into laughter along with Taehyung, which Hoseok guesses is nice because Taehyung's changed back to himself. He sighs, then shoves at Namjoon when he notices him trying to hold back a smile.
Part 2