Y/N~
Sitting in the far corner of the library, I'm surrounded by towering bookshelves and an intimidatingly large, rusty tome sprawled open in front of me. My compelled quill is diligently scribbling notes for my Charms assignment while I attempt to practice a tricky spell from the Intermediate Spells for Practical Witches textbook. I mutter the incantation under my breath, pointing my wand at a floating quill, which wobbles uncertainly before plopping onto the ground with a sad thud.
"Ugh." I rub my temples, frustrated. Monthly practice tests are in two weeks, and while I'm decent, I'm not perfect. Not yet. And this is Hogwarts, where the weak get eaten alive—figuratively, of course, but sometimes I'm not so sure.
I huff, determined to focus, when the sound of footsteps—purposeful and unhurried—startles me. I glance up just in time to see none other than him strolling toward me with a smugness only a Slytherin could carry.
"I think you owe me one wish," Jimin announces, holding up something in his hand.
I blink once, then twice, before gasping.
My diary.
"You found it!" I scramble to my feet so fast that I almost trip over the mountain of books scattered around me. "Jimin, give it to me!"
He smirks devilishly and extends his arm high above his head, well out of my reach. "Uh-uh. What's the magic word, princess?"
Oh, I hate that smirk. I hate it with every Ravenclaw cell in my body. Gritting my teeth, I stand straight, plaster on my most dramatic expression, and curtsey with as much sarcasm as I can muster.
"Thank you, your majesty."
Jimin nods in approval, lowering his arm slowly, teasingly. Just when I think I've got it, he jerks it away again, laughing as I let out an exasperated grunt.
"Like I said before," he drawls, tilting his head, "you owe me one wish for finding your prized possession."
I shoot him a glare so deadpan I'm surprised he doesn't turn to stone on the spot. Of course he'd hold my diary hostage like this. He's a Slytherin; it's practically in his blood to pull stunts like this.
"What do you want?" I grumble. "And if you ask for anything ridiculous, I'll tell Jungkook."
"Meh. Boring," he sighs dramatically, taking a step back like he's already given up. "It's fine if you don't want to do my wish, though. I'll just keep this—"
"Fine!" I snap, interrupting him before he can torment me further. His grin widens, eyes glittering with victory. I want to wipe that smug look off his face, but I also really need my diary.
"You haven't read it, have you?" I demand, narrowing my eyes at him.
"You can test me."
Without hesitation, I pull out my wand, muttering a candor spell under my breath. A soft glow pulses from the wand's tip as I cast it over him, the magic compelling him to answer truthfully.
"Did you read my diary?" I ask sharply.
"Nope." His voice rings clear and even, the spell verifying his answer.
Relief washes over me, and I drop my wand, exhaling the breath I didn't realize I was holding. "Okay. My diary first."
Jimin chuckles softly but hands it over, and I practically snatch it, clutching the worn leather cover to my chest. I let out the longest, most relieved sigh of my life and hug it tightly, like it's a long-lost friend.
"Thank you, Jimin," I mumble, my voice softer now.
He smiles—an actual, genuine smile, with his dimple making a rare appearance on his right cheek. It's disarming, and for a second, I almost think he's not as bad as I've always thought.
"So, now my wish." Jimin hums thoughtfully, taking a step closer. And then another. My feet shuffle back instinctively until my shoulders hit the bookshelf behind me. I freeze.
"Jimin?"
He doesn't answer. His hands come up to rest on the shelves, one on either side of my head, trapping me in place. My heartbeat stutters as he leans in, close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating off him, close enough that his breath brushes against my lips.
"Kiss me."
My brain short-circuits. I blink up at him, stunned, my diary clutched like a shield against my chest. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me." Jimin's voice drops lower, softer, like a whisper laced with challenge. His lips curl into that infuriating smirk, though there's something else in his eyes now—something unreadable.
Is this a joke? Is he messing with me just because he can? My mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water as I struggle to process what's happening.
"Are you insane?" I finally manage to choke out.
He shrugs, though he doesn't back away. "A deal's a deal, princess."
My pulse races wildly as I stare at him, torn between smacking him and... well, I don't know what else. But one thing's for sure—Jungkook is gonna flip out if he know this.
He can not know about any of this.