twenty one

so i got tagged in a "draft tag" thing, which is basically screenshotting your drafts and putting them up,,,, would you guys be interested to see my brain bc i won't annoy you guys if you aren't curious

also, guys, i just wrote the last chapter for this book ...

       Everything was exactly the same. Same bright colors and same people milling around as there were before. Jimin looked around, half expecting Jungkook to come out of nowhere and trample him, but he was thankful for the lack of fairy attached to him just yet. Jimin sort of expected something to be a little different, it's been three months since he'd been home, but nothing had changed. Not even the old pixie that Jimin's pretty sure was asleep on the ground next to the front gates when he left.

       Seokjin led back to his room, his room that opened when it sensed him instead of Jimin having to remember a key. Jimin reached into his pocket and pulled out his apartment key anyway, the apartment key he didn't really need anymore. Maybe he should just toss it out. Jimin shoved it back into his pocket.

       "You look extremely less happy than I'd thought you'd be." Seokjin said as Jimin waited for his door to open. Hopefully it remembered him.

       Jimin shrugged, "I don't know. I guess I've just gotten used to the mortal world. I'll be fine in a few hours." Seokjin nodded and let Jimin escape into his room.

Jimin looked around at all of the stuff thrown about, all of the pictures and video games and things he thought were so important that now held little to no meaning to him. He flopped onto the bed and fell asleep almost immediately, the comfort of his own bed temporarily distracting him from the pain in his chest.

       He woke up with a pain in his back so intense that he felt like he was going to die. Jimin scrambled off the bed, clawing at his back and choking on his sobs. He ran to his mirror, turning around hurriedly to see two small wings making their way out of his shoulder blades.

       Jimin dropped to the ground, his knees hitting the floor. He rested his forehead on the ground, taking on the position of someone doing a full now as he gripped the carpet and tensed his shoulders as his wings ripped through the muscles in his back and tore through his shirt.

       Seokjin must have heard him biting back screams, for his door practically flew open and Seokjin ran into the room, abruptly falling onto the ground next to Jimin. Jimin shuddered when Seokjin's hand met his tender skin, and he bit his lip to keep from yelling out.

       "It hurts, what the fu–" Jimin was cut off by a wave of intense pain racking through his body, and he had a fleeting moment of sympathy for all the late bloomers, the kids who got their wings when they went through puberty rather than being born with them. This fucking sucked.

       "Don't worry, it's almost over." Seokjin said, prodding one of the wings with his finger. Jimin hissed in pain and scooted away from him, the movement making his torn shirt fall away from his body. He stilled, teary eyes flying open because there were definitely some bruises on chest and probably on his hips too, little dots serving as a reminder that Yoongi liked him, and he liked Yoongi and Jimin had left him behind.

       Jimin kept his face to the floor, even when the stabbing pain had subsided into a dull ache. He could feel Seokjin's scrutinizing gaze on him, on his hips, and Jimin shifted uncomfortably under his stare.

       "Well, okay then." Seokjin said. He stood up and brushed off his pants, his voice tight in his throat. "I'm just going to go. Your parents are waiting for you, by the way. Whenever you're ready."

Seokjin slipped out of the room and Jimin let himself sit up from the carpet. His wings sat heavy on his back, making him hunch over. He'd spent so long without them that he wasn't used to their weight. He wasn't sure if he'd actually missed them. Jimin turned to look at himself in the mirror, eyes grazing over the hickeys on his chest and flicking up to his wings, bright and vibrant against his sun kissed (and Yoongi kissed, his mind reminds him) skin. He'd gotten tan after many days sat on the roof, some of them spent contemplating what to do about Hoseok and Taehyung, a very memorable one spent thinking about Yoongi's lips on his cheek the night after the bet.

Jimin ran his hands over his wings, feeling the silkiness of the feathers under his fingertips. He took his left hand and pressed two fingers to a particularly prominent hickey on his collar bone and sighed. "This... this is all wrong." He muttered. He got up and pulled on a shirt, then ruffled around in his closet for his enchanted jacket.

His wings disappeared as the electric blue fabric slipped over his shoulders. Jimin pulled his shirt up to cover the bruise on his collarbone and left his room, patting his back pocket to make sure he had his key, even though he didn't need to.

Jimin's parents were waiting for him when they got to the cafe area, and his mom broke out into a run upon seeing him, his father following quickly after her. Jimin didn't move, his feet were stuck to the ground, so he just opened his arms and caught his mom when she barreled into his arms. He practically fell backwards with the force, but thankfully caught himself before he plummeted to the ground.

       "Jimin, I'm so happy you're home, I missed you." Mrs. Park choked out, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. Mr. Park joined the embrace, wrapping his strong arms around both his wife and son.

       "Hey guys," Jimin whispered, burying his nose in his mom's hair. He too felt the tears beginning to trickle down his face, and he hastily wiped them away with the back of his hand. "I missed you so much."

       "It's okay, Jimin. You're home now." Mr. Park said, smiling at Jimin and ruffling his hair. Mrs. Park pulled away from Jimin and stared up at him for a minute before wrapping her arms back around him in a bone crushing hug.

       "Yeah, home." Jimin said, voice tight as he tried to cough away the lump in his throat. His parents lead him over to a table where Taehyung and Jungkook were already sat, talking animatedly about something. It reminded him a little of Hoseok and Taehyung, that one time they'd been on a date and they'd crashed the friendly cupcake sharing between himself and Yoongi. Yoongi.

"Jiminie hyung!" Jungkook yelled, throwing himself over the table to wrap Jimin in a hug. Jimin smiled weakly and patted his back as Jungkook rattled on about how bored he was without him or Taehyung around, and how glad he was that they were back.

"Alright, Jungkook, give him a little air." Taehyung said. Jungkook immediately dropped his arms from around Jimin's neck and stepped backward. Jimin smiled gratefully at Taehyung and slid into the chair next to him, making Jungkook pout slightly as he took the chair next to Jimin.

"Wings?" Taehyung asked under his breath. Taehyung had lost his wings after he'd kissed Hoseok, and he had them on full display, bright white feathers fanning out around his shoulders.

Jimin nodded and Taehyung raised an eyebrow. "They're under my jacket. They were heavy." Jimin said. Taehyung nodded but kept an eye on him as he turned back towards Jimin's parents. They were engaged in deep conversation, about something that Jimin couldn't hear.

"So, Jimin," Mr. Park started, situating his hands on the table and lacing his fingers together in a way that Jimin knew he meant business. "Your mother and I have been talking about this whole mission situation. And as you know you have a hearing on Friday."

If Jimin was drinking something he may have spit it out. It was only Sunday, he had to wait nearly a week to even see the Council, let alone hear back from them to see if he got to stay or not.

"And if you don't get to stay, we've arranged with you to go live with your aunt, you know, the pixie?" Jimin nodded. He did know the aunt, the pixie aunt. The aunt that was usually crying about something, the aunt that frequently found herself under the feet of other people. The aunt that probably should have died four years ago. "Would that be okay with you? You won't have your wings or anything, but you'll still be close enough to where you can hang out with your friends and be a part of our lives."

"I'll think about it," Jimin said. Taehyung glared at him out of the corner of his eye but Jimin just stared down at his hands, picking at his fingers silently. His parents dove into a conversation with Jungkook and Taehyung's fingers snapped in front of his face. "What?"

       "You're not actually thinking about it, are you?" Taehyung whisper screamed at him. Jimin shrugged and looked up at Taehyung briefly, met his glare and looked back down. "I did not work for three months - I did not put my relationship with Jungkook on the line - just so you could give up, lay down and die. I know you hate your aunt. Why would you live with her when you could go back to Yoongi?"

       "Your relationship with Jungkook?" Jimin questioned, eyebrows shooting up into his hairline.

      Taehyung sighed, resting his head in his hand, letting his bangs flop over the blush forming on his cheeks. "Is that all you got out of that?"

       "No, I understand that you want me to be happy, but... your relationship with Jungkook." Jimin said. Taehyung buried his face in his hands and Jimin glanced at Jungkook briefly, who had apparently overheard, as he was blushing furiously and struggling to maintain eye contact with his parents.

       "We'll - we'll talk about it later, okay?" Taehyung muttered, sound muffled by his hands pressed against his cheeks. Jimin laughed and patted Taehyung once on the shoulder lovingly and nodded.

       "Hey, Jimin," Jimin turned around to see Namjoon standing behind him, wringing his shirt through his fingers. Jimin raised an eyebrow at him in acknowledgment. "Jin needs to see you."

       "Jin? Not hyung?" Taehyung questioned, and Namjoon blushed a deep red, glitter starting to sprinkle out of his finger tips onto the floor.

       "J-Jin hyung needs to see you, Jimin-ah." Namjoon said before promptly spinning on his heel and practically running away. Jimin and Taehyung laughed and Jimin shook his head.

       "Looks like everyone aside from me is falling in love," Jimin muttered, standing up and dusting off the bottom of his shirt. He started walking away, and over the chatter of everyone in the cafe he heard a snort and a 'whatever' come from Taehyung.

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