Jung Kook

The long-awaited day arrived—the day you entered Hogwarts. (Here, Hogwarts isn't like a school, but like an institute—all the characters are adults.) You had no problem crossing platform 9 3/4. You rode the train calmly, too, reading another book on spells. But when all the first years gathered, complete chaos erupted. Everyone jostled, trying to squeeze to the front. You were no exception, eager to see all the great wizards.

You tried to push forward, as your short stature meant you couldn't see anything. But you bumped into a tall, dark-haired man, who immediately grabbed your robe, blocking your way. You argued about it, but he still wouldn't let you pass, ruining your mood.

The time had come for the House sorting. The only thing you wanted was to avoid ending up in the same house as that arrogant guy. And you were lucky: he ended up in Slytherin, and you in Gryffindor. You laughed at how perfectly they'd chosen his house.

A few days had passed since the start of the school year. Classes were already in full swing, but you still hadn't made any friends; even your roommate only talked to you when necessary.

One day, you had a class with other houses, and you inevitably ran into that idiot. But now there were more of them; two more guys were constantly hanging around him. Meanwhile, you stood alone at a table in the farthest corner of the room. It was Potions, one of your favorite subjects.

When the teacher gave the instructions for preparing the potion, after a long lecture, you finally began joyfully mixing the ingredients, but at some point you got distracted, looking for the right root. When you found it and dropped it into the cauldron, the liquid poured out, accompanied by a loud explosion, right on you. Startled, you heard laughter in the distance; turning your head toward the sound, you saw the same brunette.

“Oh, it seems like someone wasn’t paying attention to the teacher,” Jungkook said sarcastically, not even trying to hide that he was involved in this incident.