"I'll figure out a way. For now, HELP me!"

Jimin raised an eyebrow, watching as I paced back and forth, my sparkles glimmering brightly, "And why should I?" He questioned.

I turned my head with eyes open in shock, "Oh I don't know? Maybe because he's YOUR BROTHER?" He shrugged his shoulders, looking away from me and into the garden we had just escaped from. "You're impossible," I mumbled.

"The brat could use some alone time, all he gets is attention. Let's wait until he realizes he's finally alone."

Those were cruel words coming out of his mouth. But did I honestly expect anything less given his stuck-up character? Of course not.

"I hope you're not planning to become a nurse or kindergarten teacher because you're heartless." I let out, crossing my arms.

"Worse, I was considering becoming a babysitter. I hear even dummies can become that," He grinned.

No way in hell was that going to hurt me. Not coming from Jimin. Nothing this blonde could say would hurt me. Not today. Not ever.

"Real mature." I rolled my eyes, holding my bruised elbow in hand, "Jimin... c'mon."

Finally, the stubborn boy gave in, getting up from his spot on the concrete step and flying over to me gracefully, "Fine. I'll help you under one condition."

"You're gonna help me make sure your brother doesn't hurt himself under one condition?" I gawked.

"The condition," he continued, ignoring me, "Is that from here on out, we have to try to work together to turn back. I know for a fact that since we turned together, there's a way to turn back together."

I clicked my tongue, deflating my lungs like a tired balloon. It's not like I had much of a choice since even as a fairy I was seriously worthless with my flightless wings.

"But!" The blonde exclaimed, "Once we get out of this, and we will, you are not getting paid."

Well, there goes my rent.

"Fine." I huffed, massaging my temples at my failed attempt to negotiate, "Now do something."

I watched him fly over to a potted plant to which envy filled my eyes for his flight. And before I could even ask him why he was digging around in the moist pot, he poked his head out and began pulling a metal key out.

"Oh! That'll work!" I smiled.

I watched him fly to the door handle with the heavy key and shove the metal into the door lock. I couldn't help but stand there and helplessly watch from below. There was nothing else I could do but cheer him on no matter how much I deep inside wanted him to suffer and fail.

A click made my ears perk upwards and I pumped my fist into the air as he jumped on the handle and pushed it down.

"Thanks for your help." He grunted, getting the door open and flying down towards me.

"What was I supposed to do? Wipe your sweat with a towel?" I began following him inside the door that was opened just a crack enough for us to go inside.

"That and make sure to have my Carmel macchiato ready at exactly 195 degrees Fahrenheit."

I snorted.

Does he think I'll stoop that low for him?

"Of course your majesty, would you like some grapes in your mouth too?" Sarcasm poured off my tongue.

"That would be wonderful." He sneered.

I was soooo close to strangling him right then and there, but the boy walked inside making me follow his cautious steps.

"So what's the plan?" I questioned, walking past the dinner table that was in comparison to me a monstrous giant.

"Well...there's no way we can babysit him with our size, and it's probably best he doesn't see us too." He responded.

True. The last thing we needed was for him to see a fairy and get interested. Ultimately catching me, a flightless fairy in his grubby hands.

"I still haven't heard your brilliant plan," I said.

"That's because I'm still working on it."

"WHAT."

Great. We successfully entered his gigantic mansion with absolutely no plan in mind. And we had limited time left before the kid grew bored of cartoons and went to go find himself something dangerous.

Wait. A big mansion means a lot of cleaning.

And a lot of cleaning means a maid!

"Jimin do you have a maid that usually comes here?"

His eyes lit up, "OH YEA! We can leave her a note or something with a promise to pay well if she babysits too!"

"EXACTLY!"

For a second we stood there with smiles on our faces, satisfied with our superior plan. That was until we realized we worked together to make it.

"I mean," he coughed looking away, "What a stupid question, of course we have a maid."

"Yeah well— you're dumb for forgetting that you have a maid," I snapped back.

And we were back at it again. Backs turned on one another as we argued to our heart's content. I'm not sure why, but for a split moment, and I mean only ONE moment, I felt like we didn't hate each other.

"Let's go to my room. I should have a paper and pen in there," He said.

And before I knew it, Jimin again had grabbed me by the waist and hauled off my surprised being to his room.

"HEY," I yelled as we landed on his desk, "Grab me one more time without permission and I'll cut your wings off."

His darkened eyes told me he wasn't in the mood to apologize, "See we have this problem right now where whenever I need to do something essential like for example, push you away from my cat, or fly you to the house, you seem to have so many things against everything essential that I do."

"Not everything!" I argued back, "But if something makes me mad, I will say something! And did you say my cat?"

The blonde boy walked over to a notepad, examining the yellow pages intently before shooting right back at me, "Ohhhhh! If I talked about everything that made me mad, then trust me, your USELESS little wings would hide away like cockroaches!"

I gasped at him, feverish energy running through me. This boy really had the nerve to talk about my wings when clearly that wasn't my fault.

I was hurt.

I knew I promised myself that I wouldn't be hurt by his words, but those words hurt. And the last thing I wanted to show him was that his words actually held some kind of power over me. So I did the only thing I could think of.

Give him the silent treatment.

So I shut my trap closed and sat down on his closed laptop, watching him struggle to pick up the pen and balance it within his hands.

He paused for a second, confused as his eyes slowly crawled to my silent figure. I could sense a million questions running through his mind as he tilted his head at me in confusion, but he looked away from me again, all the more silent.

I hated him and that was final. He's an annoying brat that only cares for his own well-being. The only reason he's carrying me around is because he thinks we have to be together to undue the mysterious magic that turned us into fairies. Nothing else.

I led my eyes to scan his tidy room. The pillows on his navy blue bed were set perfectly like a picture from a magazine. There wasn't a single frame hanging lopsided and every piece of expensive furniture was absent of any fleck of dust.

I never thought Jimin was the kind to be clean?

I turned my eyes back to the boy to find him in a pile of pens, throwing random writing utensils behind him like a dog digging in the dirt. Contrary to my beliefs, he was somewhat messy.

"I can't use any of these pens! It's too hard to write with these metal things!"

He threw the last pen on the table. Exhaustion and anger fuming from his head like a steaming teapot kettle. I rolled my eyes and stood up, walking towards him and picking up the first pen I saw.

"First of all, your expensive ass gold layered pens are garbage anyways." I began to unscrew the gold layered pen open, taking the plastic piece inside that held the considerably lightweight ink. "And second of all, use your brain." He stood there, face blank and arms limply hanging at his sides. The amount of annoyance waving off of him was comical from my point of view.

I slowly began to make out sloppy letters with the plastic tube, even if the pen was practically my height.

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Hello!
Due to a health emergency, I had to leave Jae alone for a bit! I pleadingly ask that you watch over him until someone comes back home. I will pay handsomely for your help if you decide to do so. If not, please call a babysitting service until then. Thank you so much for your time.

- Park Jimin
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"Why did you write my name?" He frowned, "Didn't you write this, not me?"

I threw the pen to the side, biting my lip impatiently, "Your family name Park, will tempt her to babysit the child since she knows your family has money. If we put my name, she'll disregard the letter altogether."

He ripped the paper off from the notepad, clicking his tongue with a smile, "Oh yeaaaa. I forgot that you were a nobody."

I clenched my teeth, fury burning inside of me like a roaring furnace. My hands quivered in anger and my eyes darkening to a murderous glare.

"Say that one more time."

A smirk danced on his lips and I knew he was daring to repeat them.

"You're a no—" but just as he turned his head towards my direction, he stopped mid-sentence, eyes growing wide and shaky steps backward. "Y/n... Your— That's— YOUR HAIR!"

My brain clicked out of its violent stupor for a second and I looked down to see strange colored hair over-layering my shoulders.

The color of a dangerous dark indigo.

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