Y/N~
The Victory Ball is literally knocking on the door, and guess what I have in my wardrobe?
A pastel sweater... and a black robe.
Yeah. That's it. Fashion icon? More like last-minute disaster.
So today, Lima and I made a pact to go down to town and buy ourselves something that doesn't scream "I'm blending in with the Hogwarts wall". But honestly, Lima has been acting like an absolute goofball lately. Ever since Jimin's Great Hall Proposal, she's been all fidgety and giggly and suspiciously quiet every time someone says "Victory Ball."
Which is weird.
Because hello? My boyfriend basically staged a choir, a flower parade, and probably had backup fireworks in his pocket if the professors hadn't shut it down. It was loud. It was dramatic. It was very him. And since he didn't really give me the option to say no (classic Jimin), I said yes when we scrapped that mold inside the poison room. Obviously.
But when I asked Lima who asked her to the ball, she blushed so hard she turned into a tomato and literally ran away.
So that's... not suspicious at all.
Meanwhile, Jungkook has been MIA most days. He told me he was tutoring someone, like... what? Since when is he a walking charity? I mean, yes, the man's smart. But social? Voluntarily?
Every time I brought up the ball, he'd just shrug and say "I don't know, maybe." And then disappear into the hallway like a cryptid.
I don't even know why I'm friends with either of them.
But okay, back to the romantic comedy part of my life—Jimin. That boy decided to take me to the rooftop of the back building today for a mini lunch date. He packed sandwiches and snacks and even folded our napkins into little heart shapes. Like, who is he? A Slytherin? A Disney prince?
Of course, the food barely got eaten because Jimin's hands are allergic to staying still. Half the picnic turns into a kissing contest and I'm not even sorry about it. We're disgustingly in love and I hope the sky chokes on our happiness.
Anyway.
After turning into love puddles on the rooftop for an hour, he walks me to Lima's dorm. We are supposed to get ready for our shopping trip-slash-dress hunt. Normal day, right?
Wrong.
Because the moment I push open her dorm door, I freeze.
My jaw falls to the floor.
Jimin curses under his breath and immediately barking out a laugh so hard I thought he'd choke.
Because there it is.
Lima and Jungkook.
Making out.
On her bed.
Her top is half undone.
His. Belt. Is. OPEN.
I blink. Hard.
My brain crash like a first-year's broom.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL—" I yell, still frozen. I think I temporarily stop existing.
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!"
Jungkook sits up like a deer in headlights, grabbing a blanket to throw over them. "Wait! I can explain!"
"Oh, please do! Because I would LOVE to hear how you went from ignoring me for kissing Jimin to playing hide the wand with Lima!"
Lima looks guilty. Jungkook looks like he'd rather be attacked by a hippogriff. I am fuming.
"This isn't revenge," Jungkook stammers, one hand gripping the blanket around Lima, who looks like she wants the floor to eat her whole. "It's not! I swear—it's not about you and Jimin!"
I fold my arms, glaring. "Then what is it?"
Lima peeks out from behind him. "We... we're kind of like each other since before the tournament started."
I stare. Blink again. "SINCE BEFORE THE TOURNAMENT?!"
They both nods guiltily.
I stand there for a good three seconds.
Then march over and start smacking both of them with the back of my hand, dramatically and relentlessly. "YOU—FUCKING—LYING—TOADS!"
"OW! OW! I'M SORRY!" Jungkook yelps, shielding Lima in his arms like a knight protecting a damsel.
"YOU COULD'VE SAID SOMETHING!" I keep whacking him. "YOU MADE ME FEEL GUILTY ABOUT JIMIN!"
Behind me, Jimin is literally doubled over, laughing so hard he looks like he might pass out. "You're so dramatic," he wheezes, before walking up and catching me by the waist, pulling me away. "Okay, okay, enough murder. They're already traumatized."
"LET ME AT HIM ONE MORE TIME!" I shriek, reaching for Jungkook again.
"No!" Jungkook shouts from behind Lima's shoulder. "Jimin, calm her down! PLEASE!"
I stop struggling after a few more seconds and glare at both of them. My anger simmers down, and I sigh loudly.
"You know what? Fine. I knew this would happen eventually. You two have been eye-fucking for ages. I'm just mad I had to walk in on you halfway through a strip show."
They both visibly relax.
"But," I point at Jungkook, "if you ever hurt her, I will burn your entire Iron Man collection and erase all your favorite Quidditch clips."
"I won't!" he squeaks. "Promise!"
I roll my eyes and walk over, hugging both of them into a sandwich. Lima was still blushing furiously but hug me back.
Jimin joins in too because he's nosy like that and wants to be part of the chaos.
"Okay, Lima, let's go before he start round two," I say, dragging her toward the door.
"Please don't come back unannounced again!" Jungkook calls after us.
I scoff. "You should've locked the door, genius!"
And just like that, Lima and I are off to the town—ready to shop for dresses and gossip like our lives depend on it.
And boy, I want every detail.