Y/N~
It's been three days since the tournament.
Three whole days since Jungkook last looked me in the eye.
And yes—I've been counting.
Three days since he blacked out right after punching Jimin. Three days since I tried to bring him lunch at the nursery wing and he yelled at me like I was the enemy. Three days since he vanished from the Ravenclaw dorm altogether.
I have no idea where he's sleeping now. Maybe an empty classroom. Maybe a ditch outside the greenhouses—I wouldn't know because he refuses to be anywhere near me.
It's torture.
I see him in class—sitting far across the room like I have fleas. I see him in the Great Hall—his eyes darting away the second they accidentally brush mine. He doesn't talk to me. Doesn't look at me. Doesn't even acknowledge I exist.
And I miss him.
So. Damn. Much.
I know he's upset. I get it. I screwed up.
But this? This feels like a punishment from hell.
Worse, he's been hanging out with Lima and Taehyung. Yes—Lima. The same girl who used to gag at the sight of Jungkook's untied shoelaces now won't stop sitting next to him. She keeps throwing me apologetic glances, but I just smile weakly and shake my head like, "It's fine."
(It's not fine.)
So here I am, rotting at the farthest, dustiest, most cobweb-ridden table in the back of the library. Burying myself in books I can't focus on because nobody wants to be around me, and I honestly don't blame them.
Well. Nobody except the Slytherin.
"Go away, Park. I'm not in the mood."
Footsteps pause at the edge of the table.
He sighs dramatically, then flops down in the chair beside me like he owns the place. "Still grumpy, I see," Jimin says with a teasing smile. "Good. It matches your eyebags."
Charming.
Honestly? He's the only one who hasn't left my side since everything went to hell. He's been following me like a very attractive lost puppy-slash-leech. A leech with persistence issues and the prettiest damn eye smile I've ever seen.
"I mean it," I mumble. "I'm not in the mood."
But he doesn't leave. He just reaches into his bag and sets a sandwich in front of me. Then a chilled bottle of iced tea. I stare at it like it's made of gold.
I almost cry.
Okay, I do cry. But only a little. And only because I skipped both breakfast and lunch and now my stomach is threatening a full riot.
"Eat," he says, gently tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "You look like you're gonna collapse."
I take a bite like my life depends on it. He watches me with that soft, unreadable expression. The one he only wears when I'm too tired to argue.
"He's still avoiding you?"
I nod while chewing, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk. I don't even care how tragic I look.
Jimin sighs and slings an arm around my shoulder, pulling me close like we've always been like this. "Just give him time. He'll come around."
"But I miss him." My voice cracks like it hates me. "So much."
He squeezes my arm. "I know you do."
Jimin had pleading me to forgive his impulsive-basic-egoistical-slytherin act when he blurted out about our kiss to Jungkook at the arena. He admitted that he was acting like a jerk and then pretty much confessed that he really like me.
I laughed when he said the latter but of course, the Slytherin had shut me up with a kiss and now, here we are. Complicated as fuck.
It's quiet for a while. My sandwich is half gone. His hand stays on my shoulder like he belongs there.
Then he asks, "Do you have any idea how we can make him talk?"
That's when the light bulb snaps on.
"Oh my god," I whisper, eyes wide. "I know how!"
I spring up from my seat like I've been struck by lightning. Jimin jolts in his chair.
"Why do I feel like I'm about to get punched again?" he asks warily.
"Because you are," I say sweetly.
He groans. "Brilliant."
"But you're a tough guy," I grin. "You'll survive like before."
He sighs dramatically and stands up as well. But his pouty face shifts fast—like, Slytherin-fast. In a blink, he corners me against the table, one arm blocking my path, the other reaching up to my chin like we're in some drama scene.
"Only if you promise to kiss it better after," he murmurs, eyes dark, lips parted.
Of course he goes there.
I roll my eyes and gently shove him back. "Once a Slytherin, always a Slytherin."
"You didn't say no," He smirks, satisfied with my flustered face, and plants a kiss on my forehead. "Fine. Let's do it, princess."
And just like that, we walk out of the library together, plotting the ultimate scheme to get Jeon Jungkook to speak to me again.
Even if it might break the school rules.
Or our bones.