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Jimin tucked the black box under his bed and shoved some clothes in front of it, just for good measure. Then he stood up and looked himself in the mirror. Hair slightly askew, along with his tie that he wasn't exactly sure how to knot correctly so he tied it like a one-laced shoe. His shirt looked okay, his pants unwrinkled, wings hanging heavy on his back. Jimin patted them awkwardly. It'd been so long since he'd had to deal with them for more than a few hours, but he had to have them in front of the Council.

"You ready?" A quiet voice came from his doorway and Jimin turned around to see Seokjin, dressed in a button up and tie (admittedly knotted better than his own) and Jimin nodded. He wasn't ready, but he had fifteen minutes to get the council room, and at this point if he didn't run he'd probably be late.

Seokjin nodded and took off, wings fluttering slightly and Jimin shakily entered the air after him. He was out of practice, and his wings faltered every few feet, sending him dipping down and soaring up at random intervals. Jimin finally just hooked his arm with Seokjin's and let the older boy pull him along, his tired body slumping with exertion.

He'd hardly slept the night before, no matter how hard he snuggled into Yoongi's pajama pants, or tried to recall the constellations that had once littered his ceiling, he couldn't fall asleep. Not with the outcome of his entire life sitting on the horizon.

The council room was big, huge, gargantuan, even. Much bigger than Jimin had ever remembered, much more intimidating than the one he'd imagined when he thought out the scenarios of how the day would go. Jimin looked over to see his parents seated on the benches where matchmakers, and fairies were told to sit. Taehyung and Jungkook were beside them, holding their thumbs up with big grins on their faces. Seokjin patted Jimin on the back once before walking over to join them. Namjoon was on the other side of the room with the nymphs and pixies.

Jimin walked to the center of the room where there was a foldable chair waiting for him. He snorted under his breath when he sat in it, it was cheesy and cheap compared to the thrones the council members sat on, dark mahogany with gold detailing. Jimin rolled his eyes and leant back in the chair, his wings prodding uncomfortably into his back.

"Park Jimin," a voice boomed from its place on one of the thrones. Jimin jumped, immediately coming to attention as his eyes flickered around the room rapidly, looking for the voice. An old man came out from the shadows and Jimin had to pinch his thigh to get him mind back on track. He couldn't help but think that this was a lot like the suspense movies he'd watched with Yoongi. "Please come forward."

       Jimin stood up from the chair and walked forward on quaking legs, willing himself not to fall over or pass out. This was no big deal. He'd be fine.

"I assume you know why you're here?" The voice asked, and Jimin swallowed the thick lump in his throat before nodding. His eyes flickered over to Seokjin, who was moving his hands in a kind of rolling motion, and Jimin spoke despite his voice shaking with nerves.

"Yes, sir. I have failed my mission." Jimin sighed and looked at his shoes. Polished. Seokjin had made sure of it. "Once again."

"Is that all?" Jimin's head immediately swiveled towards Seokjin. It was rude to look away from the Council when on trial, but he couldn't help it. They couldn't have found out about Yoongi any other way; Seokjin must have told them. Seokjin started shaking his head, no, he didn't tell them. But then how–? "We found this in your room. They're cute, but they're not yours."

Jimin whipped his back around the Council, all of the members having emerged from the shadows. The voice that had been talking to him belonged to a short matchmaker with a beard that reached the floor, and in his hand were Yoongi's pajama pants. Jimin was sure they could see how much he was shaking, his knees knocking together with so much force that he was sure everyone in the room could hear them smacking together.

"H-how," Jimin's voice died in his throat, his eyes glued to the pajama's that had brought him so much comfort before, but now gave him the urge to bury himself alive. The council member dropped them onto the ground and Jimin bit back a gasp. They won't break, Jimin. They're not glass. He told himself, even though in that moment the clump of fabric seemed even more valuable than the most expensive China.

"I hope you realize, Jimin, just how serious this is. What if you had been found out?" The council member asked. There was murmuring from the pixies, and they were immediately quieted down by Namjoon.

"I-I didn't have my wings. I didn't have anything, i-it was safe." Jimin said, pulling his eyes away from the pants on the floor to look at the bearded matchmaker. He looked unimpressed, his lips pursed together and his hands folded behind his back. He turned towards the fairy and matchmaker side, trying his best to make eye contact with everyone on the benches. "I would never put you guys in danger, never ever. You know that."

"Not even to have your happily ever after?" Another council member asked. She was tall and thin, her hair pulled into a tight bun and her glasses sitting on the end of her long, crooked nose. "I do hope you haven't lost sight of what we're here to do, Mr. Park. We give love, we don't get love."

"I know that!" Jimin practically yelled. He did know that. He'd told Taehyung practically the same thing after he'd kissed Hoseok. Jimin was losing his cool, his already frazzled composure crumbling even further. "I know I don't get love, I-I know. I was just trying to make everyone happy. I had a plan."

"You should know better than any of us that things don't always go to plan. We thought you were smart enough not to put your people in danger for a boy." The murmurs began again, this time from both sides of the room, even from Jimin's own parents because despite being open minded, something about being gay still sent things a little off kilter. Jimin looked around, making eye contact with people talking behind hands and earning sideways glances from the pixies.

"He doesn't know! He won't know!" Jimin tried to say over the growing intensity of the crowd. His knees, once hitting together every few minutes were now clanking together with every shaky breath Jimin took. He was trying his best to keep his tears at bay, but the Council looked disappointed and people were talking all around him and he didn't know what to do. Yoongi's pants were still laying discarded on the floor, the heel of one of the council members' shoe caught in the waistband. "Please, I didn't mean to put anyone in danger. I-I wasn't thinking–"

"That's right, you weren't thinking. You're dismissed, Jimin. We'll get back to you in the next few days. If I were you I'd start packing." The member with the glasses said. Jimin looked at her, practically begging with his eyes to give him just a few more minutes.

"Please, just give me a minute to explain. This wasn't supposed to happen, I didn't mean to–"

"You're dismissed, Jimin." The bearded matchmaker told him. The council members walked away at that point and Jimin dove to the floor to pick up the pajama pants, but the member who had hooked them with her shoe kicked them out of his reach before he could grab them. She picked them up and flipped them over her shoulder, and Jimin could only watch as she walked away.

"Please," Jimin said, his voice coming out as a broken whisper. The council room had cleared out for the most part, only Jimin's friends lingering behind. Jimin sat back on his knees and put his head in his hands, curving over himself to provide himself some sense of security. His wings fell over his shoulders and scraped his arm, and he wanted to scream. He didn't want this. He didn't want wings, or fairy dust, or special rooms that opened when they sensed you. Jimin wanted to walk places and wanted to do things for himself and wanted to have an apartment key that'd he'd forget more often than not and he wanted to be able to knock on Yoongi's door and sheepishly ask him if he could crawl in Jimin's window and open his door for him.

"Jimin," Seokjin rested a hand on Jimin's back and Jimin looked at him out of the corner of his eye. "Let's go back to your room."

Jimin didn't say anything, just let Seokjin hook an arm over his shoulders and pull him up so Seokjin could fly them back to his room. Jimin felt like a dead person, just flopping along as Seokjin pulled him to and fro to keep him from running into anything. When they finally made it to his room, Namjoon, Taehyung and Jungkook were already there. Jimin could hear them before he saw them.

"I oughta walk down there and give them a piece of my mind-"

"Tae, don't, calm down before they get here."

"No, they didn't even let him talk! It wasn't fair!"

"Taehyung, please. We'll talk about it later but we don't want to upset him any more than he already is." Jungkook tried to reason, his soft voice a stark contrast from Taehyung's harsh one. Taehyung looked ready to continue arguing, but when he saw Seokjin round the corner with a half dead looking Jimin draped over his shoulder he bit his tongue.

       "Hey, Jimin-ah," Namjoon said softly, reaching out to hold him up when Seokjin reached around to pull Jimin's arm off his shoulders. Jimin slumped against Namjoon as Seokjin opened his door. Namjoon helped him inside and pushed him down on the bed, and Jimin flopped onto his back and stared at the ceiling.

       "Hey, Jimin, you know this isn't your fault, right? You didn't put us in danger." Taehyung said. He sat down on the bed next to Jimin and patted his thigh, but Jimin didn't even look at him. "And, and I can talk to them. About making you give Yoongi a chance. I'll tell them it wasn't your idea."

       "Can you all just leave, please." Jimin asked quietly. Namjoon and Seokjin looked at each other, and Taehyung glared at them. He couldn't leave his best friend like this. He couldn't. "Please leave. I need to cry in peace."

       "Jimin, no, it's okay." Taehyung said, moving up the bed to pull Jimin's head into his lap. Jimin started crying then, burying his head in Taehyung's stomach and holding tightly to the back of his shirt. "Oh, oh my god."

       "Why is he upset? I thought he wanted to go home?" Jungkook asked quietly out of the corner of his mouth.

       "Because they'll do whatever they think will punish him the most. Is this situation, that would be taking away his wings and taking the Park's up on their offer to move him in with his aunt." Seokjin quickly explained. Jungkook nodded and looked back at his friend, who was practically wrapped around Taehyung, sobs wracking his body. "Or they'll send him back to the mortal world and wipe Yoongi's memory."

       "No," Jungkook breathed, looking over at Seokjin. Seokjin nodded and Jimin must have overheard, for a particularly heart wrenching sob half choke thing ripped out from his throat. Taehyung leant over him and started whispering in his ear, cradling Jimin's head in his arms.

       "They won't," Jimin choked, pulling out of Taehyung's embrace. "They wouldn't."

       "They would," Namjoon said, and Seokjin backhanded him in the chest. Namjoon huffed as the air was knocked out of him and he clutched his chest. "Sorry, I meant no, never. They wouldn't."

       Jimin eventually got everyone out of his room, and as soon as they were gone he broke down again, having kept his tears back for the hour they'd refused to leave him alone. Jimin took off his shirt and put on one of his enchanted hoodies. He kicked off his pants and bent down to pull his pajama pants out from under his bed, when he remembered they weren't there.

       Jimin fell asleep cold with tears drying on his cheeks.