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      Explicit
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      M/M
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      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga
  Character:
      Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Kim_Namjoon_|_RM, Kim_Seokjin_|
      Jin, Park_Jimin_(BTS), Jeon_Jungkook, Kim_Taehyung_|_V
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      Alternate_Universe_-_Harry_Potter_Setting, Slytherin_Min_Yoongi_|_Suga,
      Hufflepuff_Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Shy_Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Hoseok_is_a_bit
      of_a_fuckboy, Fluff, Angst, a_bit_-_Freeform, Smut, Friends_to_Lovers,
      Not_Actually_Unrequited_Love, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Top_Jung_Hoseok_|
      J-Hope, Bottom_Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Dom_Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Sub_Min
      Yoongi_|_Suga, Dom/sub, Slut_Shaming, Name-Calling, Rough_Sex, First
      Time, virgin_Yoongi, Aftercare, Flirting, Awkward_Flirting, Sexual
      Tension, Dirty_Talk, Love_Confessions
  Series:
      Part 3 of sope_week
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-01 Words: 5057
****** sope day 3: Harry Potter AU ******
by Buttercups
Summary
     "Hoseok is a Hufflepuff, in fifth year. And he doesn’t fit the
     stereotypes.
     He’s obviously as nice as one would expect, but he’s also very
     confident, talkative, loud sometimes. He looks mischievous in certain
     situations, and even though it makes him nervous, Yoongi likes him a
     lot. He thinks maybe they should have exchanged houses at some point,
     but he’s also the proof that people really are more than what their
     houses make them out to be, and he gives Yoongi a lot of energy when
     he lacks it a bit.
     All his friends do, but Hoseok - there’s something special about
     him."
     -
     day 3 of the sope week: inspired by: Harry Potter AU, with slytherin
     yoongi and hufflepuff hoseok, who don't completely fit their houses
     but find each other through it
Notes
     helloo.... i am late. and also not sure what this is lol. this wasn't
     what i had in mind, i'm not sure why. it went overboard and idk.
     like. what is this??? x))
     sorry about this. i hope you'll still like it? :x
See the end of the work for more notes
When Yoongi gets into Hogwarts, he already knows about the houses and their
stereotypes. Everyone in his family always told him, and his big brother had
been going on and on last year about how Yoongi was going to be a Hufflepuff -
because he’s too nice, and too shy.
So when Yoongi arrives on his first day, he knows he’s going to get sorted into
Hufflepuff, because they’re gentle and that’s it, and he knows Gryffindors are
loud and courageous, Ravenclaws are smart and wise, and Slytherins are sneaky
and determined.
The Sorting Hat puts him in Slytherin.
As he goes to sit at the table on weak legs, eyes wide, people clap for him and
eye him curiously - he avoids their eyes and quietly takes his place to the
right of some girl who was sorted earlier.
He sits there and watches the rest of the sorting ceremony, and he tries not to
cry.
He feels out of place already. He’s not sneaky, he’s not mean - and people act
like it’s not a stereotype anymore, but Yoongi knows a lot of them still think
it, secretly. The Sorting Hat told him it’s because he’s ambitious, and dreams
big, but Yoongi doesn’t want people to expect him to be confident and smirky
and all - because he’s not.
When he goes to bed that night, in the room he shares with four other
Slytherins, he cries as quietly as he can, covers tucked to his chin.



In his second year, Yoongi is still having a hard time being a Slytherin. All
things considered, he actually likes his house - but he still feels out of
place, a bit. He doesn’t make a lot of friends, mostly acquaintances or people
he can rely on about classes, because most Slytherins are confident and the way
they look at Yoongi with sharp, calculating eyes makes him anxious.
So he usually spends his days alone, or just quietly sitting next to other
quiet Slytherins, and he studies hard, practices, and keeps his dreams in mind
and that’s basically it.


He makes friends - actualfriends - in his fourth year. That’s also how he
finally interacts with the other houses, thing he hasn’t really done until
then.
Jimin’s another Slytherin, in second year, and Yoongi has already seen him
around last year because he was a bit on the popular side, well liked and often
greeted by people in his year. One day he sits next to Yoongi in the Great
Hall, at dinner, and he makes conversation with him. Just like that. He says
he’s seen Yoongi around and thought he looked cool, and nice, and Yoongi smiles
shyly, blushes a bit as he keeps up as good as he can with the social
interaction.
They make friends, kind of, and Jimin introduces him to his other friends.
Taehyung’s a Gryffindor, in second year too, and just like any Gryffindor he
seems quite shameless, but he’s sweet and tries with everything he has to make
Yoongi feel at ease. Jungkook’s a Ravenclaw in first year, and the kid is
pretty shy around Yoongi, though he smiles at him a lot and listens intently to
anything he says.
Yoongi feels very unsure about it all at first, but with some time spent with
them following him around and absolutely wanting to be friends, he goes with it
and finds himself being honestly happy about it.
It’s good to have friends. Friends who think he’s nice, and don’t expect him to
be evil.




Staying with Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook all the time gives him opportunities
to talk to more people. His fourth and fifth year help him get more used to
social interactions, and most of the time he just listens to people talk to the
others, but from time to time he’ll also be included and talk a little, though
he can’t help but get shy.
They’re always surprised by that - by how quiet and gentle he is. They don’t
say it, but Yoongi knows it’s because he doesn’t fit the Slytherin stereotype.
It’s fine, he learns not to care. He realizes that it’s like that for everyone,
and every house. He can definitely confirm that those stereotypes aren’t there
for nothing, because the majority of people fit them, but just like him, there
are exceptions in each of them.
There are Slytherins that are determined but gentle, Gryffindors that are
courageous but doubt themselves, Ravenclaws that are smart but a bit reckless -
- Hufflepuffs that want the best for everyone but are bold and confident.




He meets Hoseok in his sixth year.
Jungkook makes friends with Namjoon, a Ravenclaw in fifth year, and Taehyung
makes friends with Seokjin, another Gryffindor in sixth year. Yoongi gets along
with them really well, and at some point they also introduce them all to
Hoseok.
Hoseok is a Hufflepuff, in fifth year. And he doesn’t fit the stereotypes.
He’s obviously as nice as one would expect, but he’s also very confident,
talkative, loud sometimes. He looks mischievous in certain situations, and even
though it makes him nervous, Yoongi likes him a lot. He thinks maybe they
should have exchanged houses at some point, but he’s also the proof that people
really are more than what their houses make them out to be, and he gives Yoongi
a lot of energy when he lacks it a bit.
All his friends do, but Hoseok - there’s something special about him.
(Coincidentally, it’s the same year Yoongi realizes he’s very, very gay. He
keeps that to himself but it’s also on his mind a lot - he likes boys, and he
really, really wants to kiss them, and - and everything that goes with it. His
mind creates fantasies about it all the time and it’s hard to keep up.)





During Yoongi’s seventh year, his last year, Hoseok gets - even more confident.
Even bolder. He’s the same but also not, because the way he acts sometimes, the
way he looks at Yoongi and smirks at him.. it’s definitely different.
It makes his stomach feel all tight.
When he says he needs help with a spell they’ve been practising in class, he
asks Yoongi, and of course Yoongi agrees, and the whole time Hoseok seems to
have a permanent smirk on his face, intently looking at Yoongi’s lips as he
speaks. When he eats next to him, he makes sure to let their knees brush. When
they’re in the library together, he passes him little papers with animated
drawings - hearts, Yoongi’s pout, Trelawney’s wide eyes - and he always waits
for Yoongi’s smile, looking at him from under his eyelashes.
It all feels - sexually tensed. And it’s crazy to Yoongi, because this never
happened to him before, and this is Hoseok, so. He doesn’t know what to do with
that.
Word gets around that Hoseok is quite the flirt. Yoongi doesn’t know where they
get that from, because he doesn’t think he’s ever seen him do it, but even
Namjoon and Taehyung keep saying it - and Hoseok just laughs in answer, every
time.
Yoongi tries to ignore how the thought hurts him - Hoseok flirting with some
girl, maybe even kissing her and stuff. It’s worrying, what it does to him.
One night, though, they’re having some kind of small party in the Gryffindor
common room, after many scoldings from the Fat Lady, and they’re sitting
together, the seven of them, having a nice time. They drank a bit, just enough
to be relaxed, but Hoseok’s the most affected and he - keeps on squeezing
Yoongi’s shoulder, his leg- giving him tiny smirks and stuff, and. Fuck.
“Hey, Yoon,” he says, leaning towards him on the couch, and Yoongi looks over,
surprised at the nickname, “Y’know you’re, like. A weird Slytherin?”
The guys scoff, and Yoongi smiles lightly, “Yeah? But you’re a weird
Hufflepuff, too.”
“A cool one, right?”
“I guess so,” Yoongi pretends to shrug, though his mind is screaming ‘yes'.
“Um. You’re cool, too.” Hoseok says, leaning even more into him until he’s
very, very close to Yoongi’s ear, who blushes like mad, “And you’re very hot.”
“What?” Yoongi looks up at him, frowning in confusion, as the others start
cracking up.
“Are you gay?”
“What the hell, Hoseok?”
“Don’t worry, Yoongi - he’s drunk, and bi, and trying to woo you.” Seokjin
states, before laughing hysterically, “And this is hilarious.”
When Yoongi looks up at Hoseok to check on his reaction, he’s just staring at
Yoongi and pouting, and Yoongi swears under his breath.
“I’ve fucked around a lot,” Hoseok says, and doesn’t seem to realize how it
makes Yoongi’s chest tighten, looking down at his lap, “So I could show you a
really, really good time.”
They all swear out loud then, laughing though they get Hoseok to back off,
telling him to keep it in his pants. He whines, but when Yoongi shakes his head
at him he pouts again, and backs off.



“I’m really, really sorry.” Hoseok tells him the next day, looking ready to get
on his knees and beg for forgiveness, “I didn’t mean to come on so strong, that
was stupid.”
“It’s okay,” Yoongi says, giving him a weak smile, because of course that’s
what he says, “It was just - unexpected.”
“Yeah, I shouldn’t have said those things.”
“So was it, like - not true?” Yoongi can’t help but ask, then, his heart
pounding.
“Oh, no, of course it was.” Hoseok reassures, before blushing a bit, too, “I
mean - sorry. I just mean, like. I don’t see why it wouldn’t be. You.. you
really are hot. So, yeah.”
Yoongi blushes, bites at his lower lip, “Thank you.”
There’s a moment of silence where Hoseok seems to be hesitating, but in the end
it’s Yoongi who speaks up, “You said - you said you’ve been hooking up a lot.
What is - are you being a fuckboy or whatever?”
“I mean-” Hoseok laughs a bit, looking up at him seductively, “I don’t know,
it’s just. Y’know. I fuck people, we have a good time, and - yeah.”
Yoongi nods, looking down, “And that’s it?”
“Uh,” Hoseok seems to realize what this might be about, and he stops the
charming act, “Yeah, but-”
“I don’t-” Yoongi starts, takes a breath, “I like you, Hoseok, and you’re hot,
but. I don’t want that.”
“Ah, yeah.” Hoseok’s confidence seems to deflate a bit, but he nods, “That’s
okay, really - yeah. Fine. Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay.” Yoongi says, tries to smile at him before hurrying away.
He’s hurt, but it’s okay.




It’s awkward for a week or two. Hoseok tries to keep things normal, and Yoongi
also tries to play along, but no one’s fooled. It’s awkward and they kind of
avoid each other and it’s not good.
It goes on like this until a night when Yoongi’s alone in his dorms, all his
roommates gone to another common room to celebrate their friend’s birthday, or
whatever it was. He’s lying in bed, alone and sad and weirdly horny. Of course
Hoseok is on his mind, like he’s been for months and months, but lately
touching himself to the thought of him had been weird.
But he keeps thinking about him - and then he can’t help himself.
He calls Hoseok.
“Yoongi?” he answers from the other side, sounding surprised.
“Yeah, Hoseok-” he says, sighing, “I- I’m alone in my dorm.”
“...Okay?”
“And I miss you.”
Silence. Hoseok stutters before talking, and Yoongi closes his eyes, prays this
will turn out like he wants it to.
“I miss you, too. Of course I do.” Hoseok says, and the way he says it sounds
genuine, so Yoongi smiles a little.
“I thought about - you know.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. And - and I think, maybe, if you can right now - maybe you should come
over.”
There’s another silence, where Hoseok just seems absolutely unsure of what this
is about.
“You - you mean-”
“I mean I’m alone in bed, lonely and horny, and if you want to, then you should
come over and fuck my brains out.”
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah.”
“Now you sound like a Slytherin.”
Yoongi chuckles, licks his lips at the sexual tension he can feel even through
a fucking phone, “Guess so. What do you say?”
“Yeah, I- are you sure?”
“I’m getting hard already.”
“Fuck, fuck- I’m coming over.”
“See you in a bit.” Yoongi teases, as seductive as he can.
“Yeah,” Hoseok seems to chuckle, in a i-cant-believe-this way, “See you.”
They hang up, and then Yoongi’s biting his lip, sighing at the decision he just
made but also feeling himself getting hornier, thinking about Hoseok being here
right now, in bed with him, and wanting him and - and touching him - shit.
He pulls off his shirt, shivering a bit at the cold. As he waits, he trails his
fingers over his stomach, his ribs - gentle and teasing, thinking about Hoseok
all along. Hoseok is - maybe he’s a fuckboy, maybe he just fucks people and
never commits, but he’s - he’s so hot, and Yoongi can’t help but love his
little smirks and his confidence, the way he’s so different from the Hufflepuff
stereotypes. He loves how Hoseok teases him, flirts so easily.
It makes Yoongi breathless just thinking about it, because Hoseok - he doesn’t
hesitate, he’s - he’s dominant, almost, and Yoongi loves that. Wants that.
He palms himself over his pants, before Hoseok texts him to ask for the
password, and Yoongi hurriedly gives it to him, telling him where his dorm is,
too. Before he can get there, Yoongi takes off his pants, breathing harshly
already, sitting at the edge of his bed and tightly holding onto his own
thighs.
There’s a knock at the door, and Yoongi gets up to open up for him, hiding
behind the door. Once Hoseok’s inside, he sees that Yoongi’s just in his boxers
already, all hard with his cheeks red, and he looks up at him, mouth hanging
slightly open.
“Hi?” he tries, eyes trailing down again, over Yoongi’s legs and his tummy and
-
Yoongi locks the door, just in case his roommates get back sooner than he
thought, before he takes a hold of Hoseok’s yellow and grey tie, and tugs. He
stops a millimetre away from his lips - waiting, until Hoseok - closes the
distance, and then they’re desperately kissing, Yoongi yelping into it. Hoseok
immediately takes the lead, holding Yoongi by the hips, and Yoongi happily lets
him.
They don’t talk about anything. They just get to Yoongi’s bed, kissing
frantically, and when they break off for a second Yoongi tugs Hoseok's robes
off. Then it’s his shirt, and Yoongi bites his lip as he trails his eyes over
him.
Hoseok’s smirk his back, then, as he mutters into Yoongi’s hair, his fingers
caressing Yoongi’s side, “Like what you see?”
“Yeah,” Yoongi whispers, before chuckling, “And you sounded exactly like a
fuckboy just now.”
“Hey,” Hoseok pouts, before kissing down his neck, caressing his thigh, “Don’t
be mean.”
“I’m not,” Yoongi climbs over him, and Hoseok’s hands are rough on his hips,
“Just- want you to fuck me.”
“Yeah, I will, Yoon.” he says, letting his fingers tease Yoongi’s nipples, “Be
a little more patient.”
“Don’t want to-” Yoongi starts pushing his hips down, feeling Hoseok’s cock
hard under him, “I’ve wanted you for months.”
Hoseok leans back, studying his face, “Oh. Really?”
Yoongi blushes, nods even though he already regrets saying it. Then he looks
down and distracts Hoseok by opening his jeans hurriedly, before Hoseok starts
tugging them off. It’s difficult with Yoongi sitting on top of him, but
eventually he manages, and then they’re both in their boxers, cocks hard
against each other.
“I’ve wanted you for months, too,” Hoseok says, looking him in the eye.
And Yoongi kisses him again, grinding into him before he starts getting
emotional - because Hoseok wants him, sure, but Hoseok just wants sex, so.
He’ll have to keep that in mind, and remember that this won’t go anywhere. This
is the only thing he’ll get to have.
Hoseok’s hands trail down his back, until they’re at the waistband of his
underwear, and he stops to ask Yoongi if he can take them off - so of course,
they’re naked just a minute later, with Hoseok hovering over him.
“Do you have condoms and lube?” Hoseok asks, eyes on his cock, fingers just
beside it.
Yoongi’s eyes widen, “Shit - no, I don’t. I only have lube.”
“It’s okay, we can use a spell.”
“Uh,” Yoongi frowns, stops his hands, “I’m not sure I trust those.”
“I promise they work. I looked it up on serious sites. I wouldn’t risk that.”
Yoongi pauses, studies him for a moment.
“I mean, we don’t have to,” Hoseok says, giving him a peck, “But you can trust
me.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Okay?”
“I trust you, it’s fine.”
And the way he looks at Yoongi then, it’s like - well. Yoongi isn’t really
sure, but it looks like something’s important there, like Yoongi trusting him
is important.
It makes sense that it is. But Yoongi still feels his heart quicken.
“Cool,” Hoseok says, before taking both of their cocks in hand, stroking gently
and making them both sigh in pleasure.
“‘Seok?”
“Um?”
“Did you-” he stops to twist a bit when Hoseok thumbs just under his head,
choking out, “Did you like seeing me all ready for you? When you arrived?”
“Shit, Yoongi,” Hoseok shakes his head in astonishment, “Yeah- yeah, ‘course I
did. You’re beautiful.”
“Okay,” Yoongi smiles a bit, “That’s nice.”
Hoseok studies him for a second, “I just hope- um. I’m not like, gonna stop
talking to you after this, or if you change your mind, and - you didn’t needto
be ready. You’re my friend.”
“Yeah, alright, but, you know- uh.”
“What?”
“You know how you’re- like- my opposite, kind of?” Yoongi asks, eyes fixed on
the way their cocks look together, Hoseok hard for him, his chest heaving with
deep breaths.
Hoseok looks confused, looking up at him for a second, “What d’you mean?”
“I mean - you’re the Hufflepuff I should have been, and I’m the Slytherin you
should have been, kind of, and you’re confident and I’m not and you always seem
to know what to do, or say, and you take the lead-”
“Woah, woah,” Hoseok laughs, “Yeah, okay, I think I get it. What is it, then?”
“I want you to be like that too, right now,” Yoongi says, looking up at him
intensely, “Your usual smirking self, flirting and taking control and - yeah.”
“Wah-” Hoseok gapes at him, surprised, before looking down at Yoongi, his tummy
and pink nipples and pink cock, and then he’s licking his lips, nodding, “Of
course, yeah. Maybe you should start by getting on your hands and knees, then.”
And Yoongi complies in a second, putting his ass up in the air for him,
swallowing down his stress. He doesn’t even know if Hoseok knows he’s a virgin,
but he wants that too much, fantasized about it for too long.
“Lube’s in my bedside drawer,” he says, and Hoseok takes it.
“That looks like it gets used a lot,” Hoseok comments, and Yoongi can hearthe
smirk in his voice, bites his lip from it, “D’you fuck yourself, sometimes?”
Yoongi closes his eyes, lets the embarrassment fill him whole, “Y-yeah. When I
jerk off - most of time.”
“Most of the time,” Hoseok repeats, and then there’s the sound of him opening
the bottle, “Naughty.”
Right then there’s a finger at his opening, Hoseok’s other hand keeping him
spread, and he asks, “Did someone else ever fuck you?”
Yoongi hesitates, shivers from the finger teasing him, before he figures that
it’s best to be honest, “No.”
“No?” Hoseok’s finger seems to stop for a second, before he keeps going,
gentler, “Ok. That’s good to know. And- what about other things?”
“No, I- I’m a virgin, Hoseok.”
“Okay,” Hoseok breathes out, before slowly letting his finger enter him, making
Yoongi clench up suddenly, “I’ll go easy on you. Relax, I’ve got you.”
And Yoongi lets himself believe him, lets himself trust Hoseok - he gets
fingered, gently, pleasingly, with Hoseok caressing his back and praising him
and making him feel amazing, really. But when he’s got two of Hoseok’s fingers
in him and he’s still going so, so slowly, Yoongi can’t help but urge him on.
“Hoseok, you can- you can be rougher, y’know. I told you, I want you to take
the lead and stuff and- and I want you to fuck me, please.”
“Fuck,” Hoseok curses, gripping his ass cheek a bit tighter, “You know, I must
have fucked, like, one or two Slytherins before, but - they definitely weren’t
like you. Nothing like you, actually. They tried to stay composed and in
control as much as they could. You - you’re hot.”
Yoongi closes his eyes through it, through the way it makes him imagine Hoseok
with other people, his heart clenching. He tries to focus on the praise, and
pushes his ass back.
“C’mon-” he whispers, looking over his shoulder, “Fuck me.”
Hoseok arches an eyebrow, gives him a light spank that makes him moan, “What do
you say?”
Yoongi blushes, accentuates the curve of his back, “Please, Hoseok. Just-
please fuck me, I want it bad-”
Hoseok takes out his fingers, reopening the lube to get some on his cock, too,
“Yeah, I’ll fuck you just how you want it.”
“Mm, want it rough, please-”
“Shit, Yoongi - yes, okay. After some time, yeah.”
And he keeps his promise. He asks Yoongi if he wants to change positions, and
so they go missionary. He whispers a spell, the one for protection. When he
gets his cock into Yoongi he’s as gentle as he was with the fingering, going
slow and steady, making sure Yoongi is fine.
When Yoongi’s relaxed enough, he kisses him deeply - Yoongi’s heart is
pounding, he could cry if he let himself - Hoseok’s taking his virginity, and
this is so far from his ideal but he’s still so fucking lucky he can’t believe
it. And Hoseok takes his time with him, kisses him and caresses his hips,
gently going in and out.
After some time though, Yoongi asks for more. He asks him to be rougher again,
gets Hoseok’s hips flush against his ass. And Hoseok complies.
He fucks him harder, faster - their skins start slapping together and Yoongi
chokes on moans, unused to the feeling, just used to his own fingers, and now
he knows they’ll definitely be unsatisfying. Hoseok thumbs at Yoongi’s nipples,
while he breathes harshly and looks down at him with a look so - so intense
that Yoongi whines.
“How’s that?” Hoseok asks, fucks him harder even, “Good enough for you?”
Unsure how to answer, Yoongi nods, and gets a punishing thrust in answer.
“Tell me,” Hoseok says, and it sounds like an order - is an order, “Use your
words.”
“I- yeah, ‘Seok-” Yoongi rushes to say, holding onto Hoseok’s wrists and
uselessly trying to stop him from playing with his nipples, “It’s- ah- it’s
really good.”
“Was that what you wanted?” he keeps going, taking Yoongi’s legs to pull them
closer to his chest, making them strain with the effort, “You said you wanted
me for months. Did you touch yourself thinking about me? Had dirty fantasies
when I fucked you right into the mattress, rough and mean?”
“Yeah, yes!” and it’s true, he’s had so much time to figure out what type of
dirty kinks he had, “Thought about - about so much stuff, god-"
Hoseok looks at him, slows down to say, “I want you to tell me if this gets to
be too much. Ok?”
Yoongi nods.
"Yoongi. Okay?”
“Yes, okay.”
“Good. Tell me what you thought about.”
And Yoongi blushes, there’s so much - his fantasies are really dirty sometimes,
and there are a lot of them, but Hoseok asked and so he answers, “Thought
about- uh. You doing this, fucking me rough. And, maybe, y’know- spanking me a
bit? Or- or using me - and choking me a-a little?”
“Fuck,” Hoseok moans, thrusting hard, making Yoongi whine, his cock twitching,
“I can’t choke you, I don’t know how, but-”
He gets a hand around Yoongi’s throat, just holding him there, firmly but not
cutting off anything, and Yoongi stops breathing for a second, like on
automatism.
“Would that be nice enough?”
Yoongi arches up into him, feels himself getting close already, cock beginning
to leak, “Yes, yes - that’s good, Hoseok-”
Hoseok hums pleasingly, his eyes intense and mischievous, almost. “What else?
Is there anything else?”
“I- yeah, but.” he pauses, overwhelmed by how easily Hoseok takes him whole,
keeping him in place and making him want to obey, “It’s embarrassing - ah.”
Hoseok shrugs, slowing down a little, “Tell me anyway.”
Yoongi swallows, avoids his eyes as he burns bright red and mutters, “You
could- sometimes I thought- thought about you calling me names, a bit.”
“Oh.” Hoseok arches an eyebrow at him, makes sure to make Yoongi look up at
him, “Want me to tell you how slutty you are?”
And Yoongi whines already, his hand going to Hoseok’s wrist, where his hand is
still around his throat.
“Not like it would be much of a lie, would it?” and there is is, smirking
again, making Yoongi’s cock twitch, “Begging me all along, being all ready for
me, so easy- a little slut, is what you are. A virgin little slut, all for me
to use.”
Desperate, Yoongi guides Hoseok’s other hand to his cock, and this time Hoseok
obliges, tightens the hand around his throat just a tad more, jerks him off -
and Yoongi comes, painting his tummy white, whining and sobbing through it,
holding onto Hoseok’s forearms.
When it’s over Hoseok pulls out, and before Yoongi can complain Hoseok is
tugging on his own cock, coming all over his fist in seconds. He groans and
throws his head back, stomach tensing with it - and he looks beautiful.
Yoongi’s crying. He can’t help it - he’s overwhelmed and both content and sad,
not really sure what to think. He’s a little lost, head in the clouds but
thinking too much. When Hoseok notices he immediately kisses him, brushing the
tears away, caressing his chest.
“Are you okay?” he whispers, gentle now, “That was a lot. That was a lot for a
first time, it’s normal to be overwhelmed, baby. But, please- did you push
yourself? Was that too much?”
“No,” Yoongi says, though he’s still crying, getting Hoseok to hug him tight.
“No, it was good, I - I wanted to make the most of it.”
“Okay,” Hoseok mutters against his hair, “Okay, I’m glad. It was awesome. So
good, Yoongi, you were - wah.”
Yoongi chuckles, though it’s a bit bitter, “D’you say that to everyone?”
“What?” Hoseok leans back, studies his face, “Is that - I. I don’t say that to
everyone, no. You’re special to me, ok?”
Yoongi doesn’t answer, just sniffles. Hoseok kisses his cheek, taking his hand
and intertwining their fingers.
“I promise,” he whispers, “You’re very important to me. You’re my friend, and I
like you a lot. You’re amazing. And this - was amazing.”
“But that’s the thing,” Yoongi says, and thinks that maybe he should just shut
up, because he’s still vulnerable and maybe he’ll regret saying it, but, “I’m
your friend. And I don’t want- don’t want to just be your friend.”
“Oh.”
And it’s silent for a minute, before Yoongi bursts into tears again, trying to
push Hoseok off of him.
“No, no- Yoongi-”
“Stop, I’m sorry, I’ll just- I’ll just let it go, it’s fine.”
“No,” Hoseok begs, catching his wrist, “I love you, I want more, too.”
Yoongi looks at him, doubtful, a hint of hope in his eyes, and he lets Hoseok
take his hand.
“I was just - thinking about it all. Because I never actually was in a
relationship, I don’t know what it’ll be like. But I told you - you’re special
to me. And I wanted you for months, but it’s not just sex, I swear.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
They stare at each other for a while, Hoseok still holding his hand, until
Yoongi shuffles closer to him before kissing him. Afterwards he looks up at
Hoseok, brushes his tears away and takes a deep breath.
“Take care of me?”
Hoseok smiles, fond, “Yes, of course.”




A few weeks later they kiss in front of everyone for this first time, and of
course word goes around in just a day, because Hoseok’s quite popular by now.
Yoongi knows what they’ll think - that it’s a weird relationship, because
Slytherins are kind of mean and Hufflepuffs are too nice. If they know Yoongi
they’ll say that he’s always been kind of weird, or if they know about Hoseok’s
reputation they’ll say that he’s going to cheat on him - maybe they’ll think
that they don’t go well together.
But it’s bullshit. They don’t know anything. Hoseok and him, they’re perfect,
almost. They complete each other, different but also the same, in ways that
they can’t understand. They don’t know that the roles they gave them are kind
of reversed, though Hoseok’s only mean in bed. They don’t know that they’re
absolutely happy together, learning through it all and trying their best for
each other.
Their friends aren't all that shocked, since Hoseok had been trying to woo him
over, but they're surprised about the actual relationship thing, and also quite
happy and endeared.
Through the weeks they'll get to really know what it's like, to be together, to
know each other like that. They'll have misunderstandings, and doubts, but
they'll try their best to deal with it and understand each other.
They’re good together, and Yoongi’s absolutely proud.


 
When he does his training the next year to become a Healer, he’s fully grown
into himself and loves the fact that he was a Slytherin all those years, loves
the fact that he was determined enough for it. He’s proud of himself now, no
matter what he thought he should have been, no matter if people always had
stupid expectations about him.
He also loves knowing that he has a Hufflepuff boyfriend, who somewhat took his
place but did it justice, by being an awesome person, but also so unlike the
stereotypes placed upon him.
They’re very different, but also very alike.
And most importantly, they’re very in love.
End Notes
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