Silver • Snake | YoonSeok/Sope || Book 1

Shake off the frost inside my soul

The icy fingers trying not to let me go

A sea lies underneath my ribs

It’s growing stronger now

My heart is all that’s left

Carried by the wind

Running with the river

Waiting for the moment

When the silence breaks with a thunderous roar

Seasons change and I transform

Oh oh oh, my heart is a storm

When the time has come, I’ll fly away

On wings of a silver hurricane

Eh eh eh, my heart is a storm

My heart is a storm

Silver Snake

“HUFFLEPUFF!”

The entire table jumped in celebration, just like him: he dropped the sorting hat in the leap and exclamation of joy of being in the house he wanted. With long hops, he arrived at their table and hugged whoever that person was. He wasn’t interested; he just wanted to hug someone while laughing and celebrating. A short time later, another member arrived at the badger’s house and it was the peculiar boy with the square smile who hugged him in the same way.

They stopped paying attention to the ceremony and started talking, in confidence and like lifelong friends even though they didn’t know each other. They met on the train by chance, just like a boy with pink hair, he got lost in the crowd. They couldn’t find him or know his name.

“Yoongi Min.”

They both looked in the direction of the bench where the sleepy Asian boy was sitting. He had small eyes, pale skin and black hair. Their curiosity came to the Korean name. Many are English and a few others with different features. The hat barely touched the sleepy-faced boy’s head.

“SLYTHERIN!” He makes a circle with his mouth. So fast?! So easy?! The snake table was more effusive with him. Whispers fade as the boy approaches and takes his place at the top, far from the others.

“Even with his last name, an Omega in Slytherin...” says a third-year student, whispering disapprovingly.

“He might make a good pet,” said another from the same year.

“A pet? Are you crazy? I’m not going to risk anything with that kid. Can’t you tell?” scolds a fifth-year student.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“His magic, even from here I can see it,” the student grimaces with fear and disgust. “He may be an Omega, but his magic is so dark that you couldn’t do anything to him without it destroying you.”

“Are you an Alpha or not?” one of his friends teases. He looks back at the center of interest. He was watching them, so they fall silent as the ceremony continues.

“What’s wrong with him?” asks to the boy next to him, Kim Tae-Hyung.

“They say he’s an Omega and I was told Omegas don’t go to that house because it’s... bad.”

“It’s just rumors and nothing more,” Taehyung assures in a low voice, which emphasizes the deep voice for an eleven-year-old. “There have been many Omegas there; the important thing is the magic.”

“The magic?” he replies again, curious.

“Yes. They’re weird. They almost always have dark magic, and look at it, you can see it,” Taehyung points out, and the boy nods quickly.

“Oohohoho... okay.”

“We can talk more later. You shouldn’t understand much about that,” he nods slightly, grateful for Taehyung’s good intentions. “Don’t let it intimidate you. You’re an Alpha, surely he won’t threaten you.”

The problem is that, for Jun Ho-seok at the time, it sounded more like a handicap than a relief. Why wouldn’t he come over?

“Jimin Park.”

“Isn’t that the kid from the train?” Taehyung asks.

“The one from the train had pink hair,” Hoseok replies.

They both tilt their heads. The kid has a plump face, round lips and small eyes, one of them puffy. The Sorting Hat hovered over his head for about six minutes, motionless and silent. The lack of a house creates great anticipation and finally, it is announced:

“SLYTHERIN!”

“Another Omega.”

Hoseok rests his elbow on the table and his face in his fist. A pair of Omegas in Slytherin, far from everyone at their table. He stares at them for the rest of the sorting. He glances at the Gryffindor table for a moment, noticing a broad-shouldered boy watching him; he’s quite cute. He smiles at him and puts a hand to his chin, lifting his shoulders, winks and makes a face. “Does he know that...”

The Gryffindor nods, and with that, Hoseok looks straight ahead. Does he read minds? Can you read minds that easily? He thinks he needs a spell. Hoseok focuses his attention on the snake table, where Yoongi and Jimin are sitting. The chubby-cheeked boy talks constantly while Yoongi barely gestures, more focused on his food than the conversation.

The pale-skinned Omega suddenly turns around, causing the Hufflepuff to wonder. Hoseok’s mouth drops open. A full belly with a bit of pork rib dangling from his mouth. Yoongi narrows his eyes in disgust before looking back at his companion.

“It’s the effect of black magic,” Taehyung says.

“What?” Hoseok stammers.

“Your magic is whiter, his is so heavy it froze you.”

Hoseok pouts, lifting his lower lip. His magic? No, Taehyung —who is a Beta— is mistaken. He only stared at him because he thinks he’s a very cute boy. Pale and seemingly bitter, but very cute.

Thanks to the years and Taehyung, Hoseok has managed to learn more about the workings of Hogwarts and the magical world in general. However, he still knows absolutely nothing. It’s quite ironic how heavy a world that is “simple” seems to be. He feels stupid, but he’s still reeling from the shock of having magic, having lived eleven years of his life without knowing the magical world existed or that he had magic; out of nowhere, an owl lands on his cereal, carrying a letter informing him that he’ll be attending a different school where there’s no Wi-Fi.

No technology.

Not a trace of the 21st century.

Ah... Yeah, he still hasn’t recovered from that, he misses his cell phone.

Back to the point: he still doesn’t understand why Yoongi is “weird” or “bad”. He doesn’t see anything wrong with him other than how isolated he is. Doesn’t he feel lonely? He has Jimin, of course, but it’s quite sad how they avoid him like he’s a leper in the 18th century.

Everyone excuses this behavior with the argument that his magic is repellent and although it may not seem like it, Jimin has magic that’s just as heavy. It’s the only justification for the two Omegas being such close friends. Hoseok barely understands it; he thought all magic felt the same. He’s been around Jimin and Yoongi and hasn’t felt like running away in terror.

In short, they’re dramatic and cowardly because of a misconception. As a coward himself, he can rightly say they’re exaggerating.

Despite this, he hasn’t had the courage to talk to Yoongi... or anything like that. They have talked, but nothing important or conclusive and Hoseok prefers to save himself the embarrassment for now. As time has passed, he’s remained a constant observer. When they’re on the same schedule, starting in his second year, Hoseok ajoined the Quidditch team and coincidentally passed by the classroom where Yoongi reads with Jimin.

While it’s true that Jimin is a friendly and affectionate Omega, it wasn’t until his third year that he opened up socially. From one second to the next, the entire Hogwarts community —except Slytherin— became his friend. Rounding out the group are himself, Taehyung, an Alpha Ravenclaw a year older, but one year above him, named Namjoon, and an Omega Gryffindor named Jin... the same one who read his mind the day he was sorted into Hufflepuff.

Overall, Hoseok’s school life hasn’t been any different; it’s flowed normally: suffering through exams, chatting with Hufflepuff friends. Starting in third grade, he joined the mentioned pack. He joined the Quidditch team as a beater. He had a barely above-average grade, much to the disappointment of Namjoon, who tutors him. He missed the wonders of technology. Hoseok played like a fool with his owl, who’s just as foolish as he is named Beth. And his favorite activity:

Keeping an eye on Yoongi.

It’s not a romantic or sexual interest... It’s a desire to be friends. It saddens him to see someone as lonely as Yoongi. He gets the impression he’s someone very sad about it. Everyone needs a friend, right? Even Yoongi.

Or rather,especiallyYoongi.

“Stop staring at him.” Hoseok straightens in his seat. Taehyung nudged him. Hoseok stared at Yoongi, there’s no way he didn’t notice.

Or so Taehyung thinks.

“He’s asleep,” Hoseok says.

“How do you know?” Taehyung questions.

“Because I see him all the time,” Hoseok says with a triumphant smile.

“Let’s just assume that’s not scary,” Taehyung jokes, rolling his eyes.

“It’s not.”

“Why don’t you just ask Jimin to help you? Or at least introduce you.” Taehyung suggests.

Hoseok takes a huge gulp, abruptly turning to Taehyung. The History of Magic students are awakened by the book Hoseok dropped in his realization. He grabs Taehyung’s face and plants a resounding kiss on his cheek. He looks at Jimin, who returns his attention to his book and shrinks behind it. His black hair has turned a nervous purple-gray.

Sometimes Jimin is afraid that Hoseok has ideas that involve him.