"So what, you've got a thing for angels?" Hoseok asked, now sitting on the bed. It was the shock, he figured, that was making him react like this.

"What? No!" Yoongi responded, frowning at him. "This has absolutely nothing do to with sex!"

"Then why is there a boy with wings just living in your house?" Jungkook was still sitting in the lounge room, though he was unaware as to what was exactly being discussed about in the other room. He knew it was about him -- it wouldn't take an idiot to figure that out -- but he couldn't tell what or why. Yoongi had felt it was better they didn't talk about this with him around.

"Because I told Namjoon I'd look after him. If I didn't, Kookie could have died."

"Oh boy," Hoseok muttered as he ran his fingers through his hair, "It's not a sex thing."

"No, it's not; that's what I've been trying to tell you." Yoongi sat down on the bed beside him. "I need your help, Hoseok, but no one can know. Not even Kookie."

"Why? What do you need help with?"

"I'm trying to reverse the alterations that've been made to Kookie's DNA. So that way he'll be... normal, if you get what you mean." The older male sighed. "He's spoken about it a couple of times and, even though he kinda likes it all, he doesn't like being different. Plus it's hardly fair that he has to be cooped up here all day. So maybe if I can reverse it all and get rid of his wings, he'll trust me and like me properly."

"Why don't you just amputate the wings off?"

"But what about all the other things that've been done to himー what if he's more vulnerable to bird diseases? I've never thought of that before!"

"Okay, okay, we'll reverse the stuff." Hoseok said, trying to make sure the 'what if's didn't get too out of hand. The older male smiled at him.

"Thanks, Hoseok. I always knew I could count on you."

"Of course." The pair shared that brief moment of friendship before Hoseok spoke again, "So, where do we start?"

"Absolutely no clue."

It had become a more common occurrence that Jungkook would allow Yoongi to sleep in his bed instead of the floor-bed -- an occurrence the older male preferred a lot more. This evening they lay facing each other, Jungkook's face nestled into Yoongi's chest as the blonde (the temporary dye ended up being permanent, much to Yoongi's dismay) male ran his fingers down the boy's wings. It seemed to lull the younger to sleep, and the older liked the feeling of his feathers under his fingertips.

"I can hear your heartbeat." Jungkook whispered as he lifted his hands, cold fingers moving under fabric to rest against Yoongi's warm chest. Yoongi stopped patting his wing, remaining still as his focus shifted to the sensation in his chest. Just the boy's touch caused his heartbeat to speed up a fraction -- something he was sure the younger probably noticed. "You're warm."

"Thank you... I think." A small smile stretched across Yoongi's lips as he shuffled so he could look down at Jungkook. "You're pretty warm too."

It was true; they'd needed less blankets since the pair had started sharing a bed. The their body heat combined worked like some organic hot water bottle -- without the water, or the bottle.

"Taehyung texted me." The younger immediately stiffened at the actor's name. "He's got a gap in his schedule this weekend; was wondering if we wanted to meet up. It'd be all incognito, of course. Might be fun..."

"I don't wanna go see him." Jungkook shook his head as he shoved it further into the older male's chest. "I just want to stay with you."

"You can still stay with me. We could go to that place and you could stretch your wings a bit." Jungkook didn't response, didn't even move. "C'mon, Kookie, I think Taehyung's trying to make amends."

When Jungkook continued to sulk, Yoongi sighed. He then started running his fingers through the boy's hair, his nails grazing gently against his scalp. It'd been an attempt to get the boy on his side, but instead he felt Jungkook falling asleep in his arms. In very little time, the brunette was snoring gently and Yoongi could feel the arm that was trapped under his body growing numb.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow then, huh?"