Y/N~
I sprint back to my dorm, shoving open the door like I'm breaking into a crime scene. Books fly off my desk as I dig through my stuff, muttering like a deranged lunatic.
"Where is it, where is it??" I chant under my breath, flipping through my bag and drawers like they've personally betrayed me.
I need to find it. My diary. The one where I write literally everything. Last night, I swear I packed it in my bag because I wanted to sit in the library and write—be all aesthetic and mysterious. But when I opened my bag, my diary was gone. Poof.
I've already checked the classrooms, the library, and my room. I even roaming around the hallway with Lima looking for it, under the benches too but it was useless. Still nothing.
If someone finds that thing and reads it? I'm toast. No, worse—I'm a burnt marshmallow. No one should know what's in that diary except for me. Well, maybe Jungkook, but even he only gets the heavily censored version when I let him read it.
That's it. I need Jeon.
I storm out of the dorm, practically tripping over my stupid robe. Who decided these long, flowy robes were a good idea? So impractical. I'm trying to bolt through the hallway while also avoiding an untimely death by faceplant.
The hallways are packed with students since it's break time, and I'm dodging left and right like I'm in a medieval video game. "Move it, people!" I mutter to myself, full-on sprinting toward the gym hall.
When I reach the athlete lounge—a ridiculously luxurious, gigantic space I haven't seen before—I spot Jungkook instantly. He's lounging on a couch, still in his Quidditch gear, chatting with two other guys.
"Jake!!" I yell, his eyes snap up when he hears me barreling in like a tornado, skidding to a stop in front of him.
Jungkook's entire demeanor changes instantly—eyes wide, body tense, already in protective mode. "What happened?" he asks, standing up with a look that could make grown men cry. "Who hurt you? Say the name."
I blink at him, panting, my hands on my knees. "My diary. Did you see it? I can't find it anywhere!"
Jungkook deflates instantly, his shoulders relaxing like I just told him I misplaced a sock. "Geez, Minx. I thought something bad happened."
"This is something bad!" I whine, throwing my hands in the air. "Jake, you have to help me find it!"
Before he can reply, one of the two guys sitting beside him speaks up, looking amused. "Wait, sorry to interrupt, but... why do you keep calling Jungkook 'Jake'?"
I look over at them—one with ash blonde hair and the other with the most boxy grin I've ever seen—who are both staring at me like I'm a bit unhinged.
Fair.
"Because it's JK? You know, Jay-Key? So I summed it up to Jake because it sounds cooler." I shrug, like that explanation should make perfect sense.
They glance at each other, clearly trying not to laugh, and I wave a hand dismissively. "Never mind! Kookie, come on!" I grab Jungkook's arm and start dragging him out of the lounge.
"Wait!" one of the guys calls out. "You're Y/N, right? Nice to meet you—I'm Jimin, and this is Taehyung. You might've heard of us—"
"Guys, it's an emergency, and I'm trying not to be rude," I interrupt, practically speed-walking toward the exit, "but nice to meet you, okay? We'll continue this another time!"
I don't even give them time to reply as I haul Jungkook out of the room, their cackle trailing behind us.
Jungkook lets me drag him all the way back to our dorm, and when we finally step inside, he freezes. I follow his gaze to see the utter disaster zone I've turned our room into—papers everywhere, drawers open, the whole place looking like a tornado blew through it.
"Y/N..." he starts, but I cut him off, rambling as I pace back and forth. "I'm screwed. If someone finds my diary, I'll never recover. What if it's already out there, and someone's reading it? Oh god, what if they—"
Jungkook grabs me mid-panic and wraps me in a bear hug, holding me against his chest. I'm stiff at first, but the warmth of his arms and the way he's rubbing my back melts me like butter.
"Breathe, Minx. Just breathe," he murmurs, his chin resting on the top of my head. "We'll find it. I promise."
"But—"
"No buts," he says firmly, pulling back just enough to look me in the eyes. "I'll help you look for it, okay? Just calm down first."
He kisses the top of my head before taking my hand, grounding me with his steady presence.
We head out of the dorm, back toward the classrooms to start the search. Jungkook stays beside me the whole time, holding my hand like I might float away if he lets go. And honestly? I don't know what I'd do without my bunny bestie. He keeps me calm, even when I'm about to lose my mind.
"I swear," I mutter as we head down the hallway, "if I ever get my diary back, I'm hexing it so no one else can touch it."
Jungkook laughs, squeezing my hand. "You're a menace, Minx."
"But I'm your menace," I shoot back, smiling up at him.
And with that, we start the hunt for my most prized possession—because with Jungkook by my side, I know I can survive whatever chaos Hogwarts throws at me.