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“Just hurry up!”

“Don’t rush me!”

“We don’t have much time!”

“Oh my stars, for the love of Aphrodite!”

“Make it bigger, I can barely see!”

“Back off, Mimi!”

Jimin crosses his arms over his bare chest, lower lip jutting out as he floats backward the tiniest bit. Taehyung rolls his eyes before closing them and inhaling deeply. With arms outstretched, he focuses all his energy at the air in front of them. The shimmery haze is weak, at best, only letting the two fae take a peek into the human world. Gritting his teeth, the blue haired fae tears the air open about a foot wide and just as tall.

Jimin springs forward, his soft curls dancing as he moves. He gasps.

“There he is.”

“Is he with my pretty one?”

“He always is, Taetae.” Jimin leans in, fingers hovering so close to the portal the air undulates.

The tall, broad human is always with the other one he cutely refers to as Kookie. And though the younger human is lively and full of verve, Jimin’s eyes are reserved for the man with jet black hair and precious dimples who dons spectacles and would rather read quietly than partake in one of his friend’s crazy adventures.

So unlike Jimin. 

“He’s beautiful,” both fae sigh simultaneously. 

Jimin elbows Taehyung in his ribs, the silver and gold bangles on his own forearms and biceps glinting from the magical portal before them. The olive colored petals of his skirt sway with his movement, viridescent wings vibrating with excitement and awe.

“I don’t think I can keep it open much longer, Mimi.” Taehyung is already sweating, his hands shaking slightly. 

“But…” Jimin can’t look away from the human as his fingers tap along a silver board of some sort, words magically appearing on the vertical board attached to it. Must be some kind of human magic. He is dressed in neat pants and a shirt with buttons, sleeves rolled up his forearms. “I rarely get to see him, TaeTae. I…miss him.”

Taehyung halts, eyes cutting to his companion. “You… miss him?”

Jimin shrugs bashfully. He’s used to being labeled as the snarky fae, as even for a Devious Fae he tends to be a bit sassier than others. Taehyung is the emotional one, the softie of their little duo. The light to Jimin’s shadow. Other than his fondness for the Light Faerie, Jimin has never shown any kind of endearing emotion toward a being. 

Blowing blonde hair from his sparkling grin eyes, Jimin clutches the countless strings hanging from around his neck, adorned with petals and gems of all sorts. He glances at the green braided band around his wrist, heart clenching. He’s never felt such a pull before, never felt this kind of yearning like…like he’ll wither away into nothing if he doesn’t get to the human somehow, some way. 

The man turns suddenly, brow furrowed and mouth slightly open. 

Jimin gasps. It appears that he’s looking right at the fae, sharp eyes resembling those of the many dragons that roam their Enchanted Forest. 

“Impossible…” Jimin murmurs, patting absently at the moss cap atop his head. 

“I can’t…I, ow!” Taehyung stumbles backwards and falls, his tush connecting abruptly to the branch they stood perched upon. 

“Taetae!” Jimin rushes to him in a panic, gathering up the blue eyes far in his delicate arms, gently caressing his face. “Are you okay, moonbeam?”

Taehyung nods warily. “Just…tired.”

“Let’s go inside, sweetheart.” Jimin helps Taehyung to his feet before effortlessly lifting him into the air, flying to the makeshift door in the tree trunk hole. It’s one of their hiding spots at the edge of the forest where they dare do the unthinkable. Watch humans. 

It’s a quite daring and dangerous feat, one Taehyung is training for, the honor of becoming a Portal Faerie, one of his lifelong dreams. Jimin, on the other hand, does not dream of a title or trade. He only dreams of one thing and one thing only. 

The man.

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Namjoon nods at Jungkook as his dongsaeng animatedly waves his hands in the air, exclaiming  how his coworker stole his lunch out of the shared fridge again. He really loves the kid but Namjoon also really needs to get this thesis done. He has exactly 10 days left before he has to turn it in and at this point, it will take a miracle. As a professor of Anthropological Mythology, not excelling at this project would be detrimental to his career. He has already had to deal with unnecessary speculation from the other professors due to his young age. He can’t help it that he had skipped several years of schooling, graduating from university when most of his friends were just entering their freshman year.

“I mean, who just opens a fridge and grabs someone else's food?” Jungkook cries out, ignoring the shushes from students around them. “Barbarians, that’s who!”

“Kookie, can you keep it down? This is a library.” Namjoon whispers, pushing his glasses back up his nose, his pen tapping against his lower lip. His phone vibrates and he quickly checks it, responding to his mother that, yes, he is free this weekend for dinner since his brother is in town visiting.

“Whatever,” he whisper shouts. “Yoongi hyung made me that lunch and you know how much I love his cooking.”

“True,” Namjoon nods understandingly. Yoongi is an amazing cook, he now understands why Jungkook is so worked up. “But regardless, my thesis—”

“Didn’t you already do one of these?”

Namjoon averts his eyes, movement from the corner of his eye catching his attention. Weird, he could’ve sworn he saw something more.

“Yeah, I did. But that was for my first degree in anthropology. This,” he says, references the numerous textbooks spread out in front of him, “this is a specific topic, f—”

Namjoon is abruptly cut off by Jungkook’s exaggerated snore as the boy tilts his head back, pretending to have fallen asleep. With a roll of his eyes, the older of the two returns to his book. It takes but a moment for him to become distracted again and, this time, not because of Jungkook’s antics. The faint scent of woodsmoke and wildflowers—no…jasmine—reaches his nostrils, beckoning the professor to turn his head to the left. There it is, that bit of movement he saw earlier. Only this time…

Squinting his eyes, Namjoon’s breath catches in his throat. Right there, between his chair and the library's chronicles of folklore from around the globe, is a shimmering sort of… something. The air undulates, waves. Faded pastel sparkles pop in and out of his vision, followed by hints of violet and chartreuse. He blinks. He must be overworked and in clear need of sleep because surely, surely this vision before him is just his overactive imagination. Surely.

“Hey, hyung. You okay? You’re completely ignoring my hilarious story.”

“Do you see that?” Namjoon asks, eyes never leaving the shimmery haze hovering in the air.

“Uh…see what?”

Tilting his head, and squinting through his spectacles, Namjoon’s heart begins to pick up its pace. “It’s like… when you can actually see gas in the air, wavy…distorted…”

“Distorted? Hyung, you’re worrying me.”

“No, it’s right there, Kookie. Plain as day.” He gestures with his hand, never once averting his gaze. 

Jungkook hesitates, worrying at his lip ring nervously. There is absolutely nothing there in front of his hyung. “What-what do you see, hyung?”

“It’s…green.”

“Green?”

Namjoon nods once, thoughtful. “And blonde.” 

“Blonde?” Jungkook leans forward, trying to see what Namjoon sees. “Hyung, are you going crazy?”

Namjoon furrows his brow, mouth slightly open. “I see it, Jungkook.” He gasps suddenly when a pair of glowing emerald eyes meet his, bright and shining more radiantly than any gemstone known to man.

“See what?” Jungkook responds just as quietly. 

Namjoon feels something pull in his stomach, heart pounding erratically. And just as magically as it appeared, the shimmery vision before him vanishes completely. 

“See what, hyung?” His friend repeats, voice filled with worry.

Namjoon blinks. “Him.”

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Jimin huffs as he emerges from the tree hole adorned with silver gilding and gems. Starting his day off with a nice chastisement from the elders of the Seelie Court isn’t exactly how he wants to be hauled out of his comfy moss bed. He doesn’t understand why he had to endure that slap on the wrist when his own Unseelie Court didn’t punish him for breaking fae law.

“I can’t believe all the punishment we received was community service. Thank Aphrodite!” Taehyung exhales, hands still trembling with nervousness.

“Yeah, because you’re such a little goody two petals,” Jimin grumbles bitterly. He steps off the branch, gossamer wings fluttering in annoyance, keeping him buoyant. “The elders wouldn’t dream of making an example of their precious little breadcrumb.”

His voice may be dripping with sarcasm but the fae’s emerald eyes are filled with fondness. The fae with hair the color of spun gold, remembers the eve the blue haired fae appeared in his Enchanted Forest. Beautiful blue translucent wings flapped and with each flap, Jimin had felt his heartbeat mimicking the same pace. Blue met green and the rest was fae-story. The elders had explained to them that though rare, they were Moonbeam companions, deeply connected both physically and magically. The duo had been inseparable since, save for Taehyung’s portal training or Jimin’s devious shenanigans. If a creature were to come across one of the fae, the other was surely just a wing’s flutter away.

“I don’t know how you’re so calm, Mimi,” Taehyung pouts. “That was so scary! I for sure thought we were going to be banished.”

“Scary?” Jimin scoffs, stepping off the branch and taking flight, Tae right on his wings. “They are not scary, Taetae. I’ve seen worse. Besides, what’s a little portal-play? It’s not like we are hurting anyone.”

“Were, past tense,” Taehyung corrects. “I’m done with rogue portal manifestation. I’ll keep it strictly to my training.”

Jimin smiles wickedly. “You really think you can stay away from that pretty human of yours?”

The thought of never seeing his own human makes the blonde fae sick to his stomach but he fears not. Taehyung is just as enamored with the younger one. Besides, Jimin just knows his human is special— they’re special.

“Mimi?” Taehyung frowns, distancing himself a bit as they soar over a flock of griffens. “I don’t trust that look of yours. What are you scheming up now?”

Golden curls bouncing too and fro, the fae zooms down below, searching, knowing his trusty companion is right behind him.

“Hmm,” he murmurs. “It has to be just right.”

“What has to be just right, Mimi?” After a pause, Taehyung urges him further. “Answer me, Jimin.”

But the fae remains silent, huffing or sighing when he deems something useless. He flits deeper into the forest before coming to an abrupt halt, Taehyung crashing into him from behind.

“There it is,” he breathes. “It’s perfect.”

He drifts to the ground, perching himself on a purple and orange dotted mushroom. Directly in front of him, is a weeping willow, long branches bowing until they brush the lush fauna at their branchtips. The fae hops down, gathering sticks, vines and petals, working diligently to arrange them in a deliberate, yet natural, cluster.

“Perfect!” he exclaims merrily, clapping his dainty hands.

Taehyung peers closer. Jimin’s concoction could be just another cluster of forest pieces but there is also something very different about the structure. The twigs intertwine in an arched fashion, mimicking the winding trunks of their blackthorn trees. Petals colored in the softest of yellows and greens are scattered throughout the structure as if having just fallen from the flowerless tree above.

Jimin leans forward, sweeping his arm in a wide arc, lips murmuring incantations Taehyung cannot understand as a Light Fae. A stream of gold sparkles drift from the fae to the structure.

“Mimi…is that what I think it is?”

The fae floats backward, nodding in satisfaction at his creation. “You bet it is.”

“A Fae Trap?”

“Yup!” Jimin spins, iridescent glitter still filtering through the air, a cool breeze assisting in spreading the fae dust. “And you’re going to help me.”

“Help you with what?”

Jimin smirks, emerald eyes darkening to jade, a mischievous smile stretches across his lovely face.

“You’re going to help me get my human. I’m going to keep him. Forever.”

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It’s a beautiful sunny day, perfect for a hike at Achasan Mountain. Typically, Namjoon and his friends hike along the trails of Gwanaksan Mountain but today he awoke with a feeling, a pull, that lead them to the mountain known for its ancient relics. Perhaps here he can gain some inspiration to finish his thesis. He only has 8 days left.

Jin and Hoseok bicker animately, each trying to speak over the other as they debate over a specific species of flower.

“It’s lavender, I tell you,” Jin states matter of factly, voice so high it cracks.

“No it’s not,” Hoseok insists. “It doesn’t smell like lavender. It’s lilac.”

“If Yoongi hyung hadn’t already gone back to the car he would be able to tell you,” Jungkook chimes in from ahead of them. “He knows everything.”

“It’s not lavender or lilac.” Namjoon plucks the long stem adorned with countless tiny purple clusters. “It’s a liriope, a broadleaf liriope to be exact. A few centuries back—”

Without any hesitation whatsoever, Jungkook throws himself onto a nearby patch of grass, snoring obnoxiously. Dragging him to his feet, Hoseok laughs. Jin’s squeaky hiccups can be heard echoing throughout the woods. 

“Bet I can beat you to the top!” Jungkook shouts, taking off with a typical burst of energy. Jin and Hoseok sprint after him, shouting and calling him a cheater. 

Shaking his head, Namjoon twirls the liriope in his hands. The sound of whistling birds and the breeze filtering through the trees is like a soothing balm to Namjoon’s weary mind. He’s always yearned to understand all the ways of the world and all its inhabitants. His never ending curiosity had led him to pursue not one but two masters degrees, never feeling truly satiated. But all that studying and teaching keeps him inside when all his soul craves is to live in nature. He tried taking up gardening but quickly learned neither of his thumbs were any shade of green, every crop or flower he planted wilting and deteriorating before his very eyes. When he attempted houseplants, Yoongi made him swear to leave living creatures alone, the plants dying regardless of his persistent attempts to keep them alive. 

So instead, the professor opts to enjoy nature by taking hikes and exploring the mountains just outside of the city. He finds the fresh air invigorating and all the green around him mesmerizing. 

Tossing the plucked flower to the side, Namjoon trudges forward, no longer able to see or hear his friends, which he doesn’t mind at all. He loves them like brothers but sometimes he just wants to embrace the quiet he is rarely able to indulge in. 

An eerie feeling comes over him, his skin breaking out in goosebumps. It’s oddly silent for the forest, almost too serene…unnatural, or perhaps super natural. Namjoon slows to a stop, glancing around suspiciously. He almost feels like he’s being watched. Or set up. 

He trips suddenly, odd considering he was standing still but nevertheless, the professor topples to the ground.

“Dammit,” he mutters, glad his friends aren’t there to witness his fall. They’re always teasing that he’s as clumsy as he is big. Not that they’re lying. 

Pushing down onto the dirt, he sits back on his heels, brushing dried leaves from his clothing when something catches his eye–a small cluster of twigs and petals formed into a very intricate arch. That’s odd. 

Sure, there’s a possibility that they grew that way but Namjoon still remains where he is, watching. Something in his gut urges him to inspect the structure. Leaning forward, he crawls a few steps, head tilting to the left then right to get a better look. The twigs are wrapped together with vines and scattered with pastel colored petals. Looking around, he observes that there are no other miniature vines or flowers with the same petals in the area.

He peers closer when the air directly in front of his face begins to distort, shimmering swatches of color waving and rolling in a hypnotizing fashion.

“What the—oh!” Namjoon falls forward, head first. He braces himself for an impact that doesn’t come. Instead, he feels air whooshing around him as he…falls?

He’s falling!

“Oof, you’re a heavy one!”

Namjoon feels a pair of arms wrap around his middle, slowing his descent from the…sky? Once his feet touch the ground, the professor stumbles, falling to his knees.

“What the hell just happened?” He asks, lifting his face to be greeted by emerald eyes.

The man in front of him crouches low to the ground so they are at the same level. He has lovely blonde hair that curls around his ears and the base of his neck and Namjoon swears it glistens in the setting sunlight. The man wears no shirt and though Namjoon can’t see what he is wearing through the tall grass, he assumes the man is sporting a pair of pants or shorts.

“Good day!” The man beams, smile so radiant Namjoon is forced to blink several times.

“Uh, hi?” Namjoon tries to focus. One second, he was on the hiking path and then the next he was falling through the sky only stopped by this—

“What is your name?” The blonde man asks, voice soft and filled with expectation.

"What–where am I? What happened?” Namjoon looks around. He kneels in a field, perhaps a meadow, batches of colorful wildflowers drifting back and forth in the breeze. Only…there is no breeze. There is a cluster of large trees in the distance with winding tree trunks and branches that extend farther than he has ever seen outside of storybooks. “Who are you?”

“I am me, and you?” The man asks, his smile disarming Namjoon again. “What is your name?”

Namjoon glances up at the sky which is now painted in swirls of green and yellow. It’s unlike anything he’s ever seen. Looking back at the man, Namjoon wonders if he should move back in case he needs to protect himself. The man doesn’t look dangerous but he can’t be sure.

“Did I fall?” He asks the man. “I was hiking…with my friends and then…I think I fell. But I don’t remember—and then you caught me? How—who are you? Where am I?”

Jimin frowns. “You’re awfully curious for a non-fae. Are your kind all this inquisitive?”

“Non…fae?” Head spinning, Namjoon presses the palms of his hands to his eyes, breathing deeply. Maybe he’s dreaming. Nothing this beautiful can be real. He’s been so tired lately, that would make sense, especially considering his area of research. Of course he would dream of magical worlds and fae. He has always had an interest in folklore of all kinds but it has been the past few years that his interest transformed to a passion. Some may say an obsession. ‘Some’ being all his friends. 

“What is your name, human?” The man asks again, his tone becoming a bit impatient.

“Is this real?”

The mysterious being peers into his eyes. “Very much so, lovely. So, tell me your name.”

Namjoon looks around. What was he just doing? Reading? Working on his thesis? He honestly can’t remember where he was just a moment ago. If this place is real, if this person before him with glowing green eyes and hair shining like the sun is real…then the being is a fae. And not knowing what type of fae he may be, Namjoon has to tread carefully. Giving his name is a powerful thing and could be the gravest mistake of his life. 

“Name?” The fae chirps. He leans forward on his hands to level his eyes with Namjoon’s, eyes that gleam with mischief and something more.

Namjoon hesitates. “It’s N—”

He stops when he sees them. Wings. A pair of almost translucent wings that are rounded across the top and trail down to a point. Thin and delicate as gossamer, the shift between different green tones, olive, lime, sage. Ribbons of chartreuse decorate the edges as dots of vibrant saffron catch the sunlight. Namjoon could never imagine something so stunning. Some one so stunning. His heart skips several beats and his stomach clenches. There’s that pull again. The same one he felt in the library just yesterday.

“I-I don’t know if I should give you my name,” he admits, feeling foolish but then again, he is talking to a winged creature so maybe he’s not so foolish.

“Fae. I am a fae, not a creature. Stop insulting me you big brute.” The fae tilts his head, blonde locks fanning across his eyes, and Namjoon feels himself lean forward, drowning in that enchanting gaze of his. 

“Name?”

“Uh, you can call me…RM.”

“Arem?” The fae repeats skeptically, crossing his arms over his chest, a very well defined, golden, glistening chest.

Namjoon quickly averts his eyes.

“Look at me, Arem.”

He does.

Upon speaking the name, the fae’s easy smile disappears and his eyes darken. “Arem is not your name. Have you lied to me?”

“No! No, it is. Kind of. It’s a nickname from when I was little.”

The fae studies him, expression indecipherable to the human. 

“You know of my kind.”

It is more a statement than a question and Namjoon nods. “I’m a professor of Anthropological Mythology. My thesis is based on fae folklore. I-I know much of your kind, though…I honestly don’t know what is fact versus fiction.”

“Professor?”

“Yes, I teach. I teach at a university—”

“Mytholgy? Lore? But we are not myths. We are real. I am real. Do you not believe I am real?”

Those big green eyes suddenly fill with concern and Namjoon would rather fall off a cliff than have to endure seeing the fae’s delicate features twist with sadness.

“Of course I do!”

The fae’s eyes narrow as he backs away. “You lie to me for the second time. Are you a liar, Arem?”

Namjoon sighs, rubbing his face warily and realizes he must have lost his glasses during his fall. “Please, bear with me. I—this is all very unexpected. I was just—well, I don’t exactly know what I was just doing. My friends would never believe me in a million years if I told them about this.”

“Friends? I can be your friend.” The fae smiles sweetly and Namjoon’s head reels at the sudden change in tone.

“O-okay. Well, to answer your question, yes. I have always believed that humankind is not the only ‘kind’ out there. But there is no proof and quite honestly, I would lose my job if I told anyone that I believed.”

“So you are a believer but ashamed.”

“No! Careful. I’m just…careful.”

The fae eyes him briefly before using his wings to float closer. Their noses almost touch. “If you know of faekind then you know we are not fond of liars.”

Namjoon gulps, nodding. He’s so close to the fae he can feel the warmth emanating from his body and he can almost taste his skin that reminds him of honey.

“Lucky for you,” the fae traces a finger along Namjoon’s jaw and then taps his plump lower lip twice. “I’m very fond of you.”

“A-are you?”

Green eyes sparkling, the fae scoops the human in his arms and zooms up into the sky. “Let’s have a little fun, Arem,” he murmurs in his ear, Namjoon’s scream caught in his throat. “I’ll show you just how fond I am.”

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Jimin giggles as the huge human in his arms grips onto him for dear life, eyes squeezed shut with one leg wrapped around the fae’s waist. He’s so warm and smells so good. Jimin’s heart dances to a rhythm he’s never heard before, never felt before.

They soar through the skies, clouds as pink and fluffy as the giant dandelions on the other side of the forest. He’ll have to remember to bring his Arem to those, too. Or perhaps he can bring one to his human as a courting gift!

“Do you like flowers, Arem?” He asks, their toes skimming the treetops before he plops down on a high, sturdy branch.

The human trembles, cautiously opening one eye and then the other, relieved to feel something solid under his feet. He jumps with a squeak when he realizes they are high up in the trees, so high that remnants of misty clouds pass by, their moisture leaving droplets on Arem’s shirt and on Jimin’s petals.

”Y-yes,” he answers shakily, grasping onto the fae’s hand when it is extended. Jimin leads him to a thicker part of the branch, helping his beloved human sit against the tree trunk, one leg dangling down on either side of the makeshift seat. “But I kill every living thing I touch. Not much of a green thumb, unfortunately.”

“Every living…green thumb” Jimin frowns, smoothing out his petal skirt so it fans across his golden thighs perfectly. He honestly has no idea why anyone would want green thumbs but humans can be a bit peculiar. “But you would never hurt me, now would you…Arem?”

The human looks at Jimin in a way that makes the fae’s heart race.

“I would never hurt you,” he says genuinely, voice dripping with promise. “Not in a million years.”

Jimin grins. “I know, dearest.” He raises a hand, cupping Arem’s cheek, poking his dimple when it shows itself. “I love these.”

“My dimples?” The human blushes, looking down and then back up at the fae. “I get them from my eomma. She has them, too.”

“Hmm.” Jimin hadn’t considered that Arem might have a family in the other world. Portals have many restrictions, one being that they can only view the desired human if they are alone or in the presence of someone else whose soul is also open to the supernatural world. Arem having a family might make it a little tricky to convince him to stay in the Enchanted Forest. Perhaps if Jimin is able to show him just how perfect it is here, then he’ll stay.

“What do you want to see, Arem?”

The handsome man takes a look around, leaning back into the tree trunk to ground himself. “I don’t even know what there is to see.” 

“Look down, Arem.”

“I’d rather not,” he admits, fear brimming in his dark eyes.

Jimin shifts closer, his hip brushing against the human’s crotch where he sits. “Do you trust me, Arem?”

He nods slowly but immediately which fills the fae’s heart with merriment. “Look down, darling.”

Arem does and just like that, his eyes seem to grow ten sizes larger.

“Are those—”

“Centaurs,” the fae finishes his question. Nodding excitedly, Jimin leans into the human’s chest, breathing in his soothing sandalwood scent. Humans smell different than fae. Or perhaps it’s just Arem because Arem is special. Because he’s Jimin’s.

“Oh! Look, sweet love! Horses! Aren’t they grand?” The fae looks up at Arem, mesmerized by the sharp cut of his eyes. So beautiful.

“Is that a pegasus?” The human asks in bewilderment.

Hesitating with confusion, the fae speaks slowly. “What is a pegasus?”

“A mythical winged horse.”

“But all horses are winged. And they are no more mythical than fae.”

Arem stares into his eyes with awe, a gentle smile crossing his lips as he studies the fae’s face. “Of course not. How silly of me.”

Jimin cuddles up against him, humming softly as Arem gasps each time a new creature comes into view. Centaurs gallop alongside holographic unicorns. A peaceful lake nearby is disturbed by the silhouettes of a herd of giant water buffalo that glide alongside other creatures the human cannot quite make out. 

Every now and then, the fae will extend a finger to bend a branch or tree trunk that obscures his beloved’s view of the wonderment around them. The human shakes his head when he spots a pod of mermaids slicing through the calm waters of a lake, not a ripple to be seen as they gracefully leap. Their tails are various shades of the rainbow and, going on a whim, Jimin manifests a brilliant rainbow arching over them. His heart soars at the radiant smile on Arem’s face, so pretty that the fae has to remind himself to breathe.

“Do you want to fly?” The fae asks, hoping his beautiful human will oblige.

“Um, no thanks,” the human shakes his head. “You are a very good…uh, flyer, but having no control sort of freaks me out.”

Jimin giggles, literal fairy dust sprinkling onto the branch they sit on. “I meant, do you want to fly? Like with your own wings?”

Arem’s eyes open wider than Jimin thought was humanly possible.

“What? I can’t even drive! And—and I don’t have wings!”

“You don’t?” Jimin wiggles his fingers in Arem’s direction and smiles when his human looks back, yelping when he discovers a pair of gorgeous fae wings attached to his muscular back.

The wings are larger than Jimin’s, almost moth-like in shape but, oh, the colors. Deep purples and blues give depth to the translucent indigo swatches that shimmer in the waning sunset. Jimin reaches out to touch but pulls back at the last moment. As a devious fae, touching one’s wings will transfer their powers to Jimin and as Arem is human, the fae is fearful that he might do more damage than he is able to mend. Instead, he cradles the human’s face in his petite hands and presses a feather soft kiss to his lips.

Arem’s eyes fall shut so he doesn’t see the deluge of moss colored fae dust that coats him before vanishing. When he opens his eyes, hazy and in a dream-like state, he blinks slowly.

“I feel…weird. Different.”

Jimin leans in, please that now covered in Jimin’s fae dust, all of the Enchanted Forest will know not to harm him. He is protected. He is Jimin’s. “Because you are, dear heart. Now, come. Fly with me.”

The fae helps the human to his feet, winking before grabbing Arem by the shoulders and shrinking them down to a more typical fae size.

“What the—!”

“Shhh.” Taking Arem’s hand, Jimin hovers in the air, nodding his head in encouragement. Without much effort, the fae sized human lifts off the branch.

“Fuck!” Arem clutches the fae’s hand, disbelief painting his face. “I’m doing it!”

“Follow me, love!”

Jimin zips off without a second thought, knowing that his human is close behind. He can feel him now that they are connected through Jimin’s fae dust, though there are several other steps he will have to take before the human can make the forest his permanent home.

They fly above the treetops, dipping low every now and again just to feel the brush of purple and lime green leaves skim their wings. Twirling, looping, swooping—Arem is a natural and Jimin honestly couldn’t be more ecstatic. He puffs his chest out proudly. Everyone back at his tree will be so jealous of his soon-to-be-mate. So tall and broad with wings so large and grand it makes the fae’s petal skirt a little tight around his crotch. He can’t wait to bed his human.

He allows Arem to take the lead, following him and keeping an eye out for any frisky critters that may not get the hint that he is spoken for. As night falls, they soar higher into the sky, shimmering spheres of light glowing all around them.

“Are these fireflies?” The human asks as he hovers, watching the fae murmur softly while swaying his hands back and forth. A wooden board materializes, large enough for the two of them to sit. Thick vines dotted with pink and orange daisies hold the board up…though the ends seem to just fade into the sky.

Jimin waits for Arem to situate himself on the magical swing before he perches himself right on the human’s lap. Oh, how Jimin adores the light blush on Arem’s face whenever he becomes flustered. Just so precious.

“These are the stars, silly. Don’t you humans wish upon them?”

Arem looks around, seemingly dismayed that he sits, gently swinging amongst the stars. “Stars. Of course they’re stars.”

“And those,” Jimin shoos away several miniature specs of light from his hair, “are hotaru. Our baby fae.”

“Hotaru?” The human repeats slowly, squinting for a closer look. “So the smaller lights are fireflies?”

The fae shakes his head with an airy giggle. Humans are so silly. “Sure, Arem. For you, we can call them fireflies.”

A comfortable silence settles over them, Jimin resting his head on Arem’s broad chest, brimming with joy when he feels strong arms encircle his small frame. They fit perfectly.

“Can you always read minds?” The human asks the fae curiously.

By the nervousness of his tone, Jimin guesses the human might be having some naughty thoughts he might prefer to keep to himself. Well, the fae can also tell by Arem’s hardening cock he can feel through their clothing.

“Me? Yes, I can but not all fae are able to. Just devious–just certain ones of us.” He covers up his slip, brushing his lips against the human’s neck in hopes that he won’t inquire what exactly is devious. “But it’s easy for me to stay out of your head, which I will try to do for your peace of mind, darling.”

The human blushes, biting his lip. “What else can you do?”

“Hmmm. I can do this.” Jimin unnecessarily wiggles his fingers at the sky and stardust sprinkles down around them like a cosmic meteor shower kissing their skin. Upon landing on something solid, be it a treetop, the ground or a creature, bursts of color erupt and then dissipate in a waterfall of petals.

“And this.” Cupping his hands over Arem’s, the fae blows gently, murmuring words the human cannot decipher. When he pulls their hands apart, a single bloom unfurls, soft pink petals stretching with a yawn. A literal yawn.

“What? How–I can’t even keep a cactus alive. How did you do that?”

Jimin smiles up at him dreamily. “See, Arem? You can bring life, too.”

“What else can you do?” The human asks with stars in his eyes.

The fae can no longer hold back. Turning, he slides his legs on either side of the human’s thick thighs, straddling him. Their lips meet, and this time, Jimin is more assertive than gentle. He nibbles at the human’s full lips, tongue making its way inside his mouth so he can take a taste.

“You’re delicious,” he murmurs into Arem’s mouth and then kisses him deeply, hands on either side of the human’s neck as he presses their bodies impossibly close. Arem’s head tilts back, mouth opening to allow the fae to do as he wishes.

“Can I make you mine?” Jimin asks, already knowing the answer. He can feel it through the invisible glitter that forms a halo around the human. But Arem still nods, pliant and agreeable, eager.

Rubbing Arem’s chest, the fae magically removes their clothing, hands exploring the golden expanse of his love’s chest.

“Wha—wait, what’re you doing?”

“Making you mine.” Jimin’s soft lips meet even softer skin that pebbles with goosebumps beneath his touch. With a flutter of his wings, the fae forms a bubble around them, one that lets the incandescent light of nearby stars in but is effective in shielding them from curious pixie eyes. Gripping the sturdy vines at their sides, the fae lifts himself and then slowly lowers onto Arem’s erect cock. And all the human can do is groan at the delicious electricity that trickles from one body to the other.

“Oh!” The fae gasps, surprised by how full and complete he feels, as if his entire existence, his being has been waiting for this human. Leaning back, Jimin grinds down, wings fluttering erratically at the erotic sensations coursing through him. He swings them back and forth as he lifts up and lowers repeatedly.

The human’s large hands grip his waist, squeezing as if wanting to make sure the fae doesn’t vanish into thin air. Silly humans, as if Jimin could ever leave the man he makes love with, moaning and grunting below him. Arem’s tongue finds the fae’s nipple licking and sucking on one before moving onto the next. His hands drift lower, cupping Jimin’s ass in his palms, squeezing the plump flesh while helping the fae bounce faster on his cock. Jimin feels as if he is on fire. Thighs trembling and wings vibrating, a thin sheen of perspiration blooms along his skin, moss colored petals drifting from his hair and wings.

“I have watched you for so long, my lovely,” Jimin whispers melodically in the human’s ear. His heart aches with each thrust. “I have missed you without ever having met you. My heart…my heart knows your heart.” He pulls back ever so slightly, gazing into Arem’s eyes. “Do you feel it, too?”

Arem’s lower lip quivers, eyes glazing over with tears. He nods. “I…how do I feel this? How…”

“What do you feel, sweet love of mine?” The fae asks, dropping down onto Arem’s cock before rotating his hips in small circles, making them both groan with pleasure. He licks at the sweat trickling down Arem’s temple to his jawline, relishing in the taste of his human.

“Like you’ve always been mine?” The human speaks softly, his words a stark contrast to how he grips the fae, thrusting into Jimin’s wet hot heat with wild abandon.

“I-I—” The human stutters, eyes rolling back at a particularly salacious roll of the fae’s hips. “I don’t even know your name.”

The fae pants, his heart aching with want as he stills his movements. “I cannot give you my name until my Court approves so…I am of the Devious Fae. But I will never hurt you, my love. You have my word, my Arem.”

He holds his breath, their bodies still burning with desire. Is this when his human rejects him? The fae is fully aware of the fear humans hold of what they deem supernatural. His heart pounds in his chest as he desperately tries to read his human’s face.

“A-Arem?”

The human gazes up at him, eyes consumed with an emotion Jimin can only hope is love and trust. “My name is Namjoon.”

And with the utterance of his name, Namjoon comes deep inside the fae, filling him to the brim as their mouths crash together and they fall backwards. The fall is more of a float, the bubble formed around them gently frolicking across the skies, bouncing from cloud to cloud. Tears leak from the fae’s eyes as Namjoon kisses him with a fervor he never could have imagined. This is it. Namjoon really is his. And he is Namjoon’s.

When they settle onto something solid, they find themselves perched on the branch of a gargantuan blackthorn tree. Scrambling to his feet, the fae stumbles, knees weak as a thick white substance trails down his thighs. It is the same white substance that is coating Namjoon’s chest and his own belly. He helps his love stand, holding him upright as he flies them toward the tree trunk where Namjoon spies a small, intricately carved door.

“Is this your home…my love?”

The fae melts. Hearing his beloved speak to him so makes him want to scream into the ether. “All of nature is my home but I do have several dwellings where I rest my wings and keep my most precious trinkets. This is one of my favorite lairs. This way…dear Namjoon.”

The fae ushers him past the door and into his tiny nook at the branch’s base. The dwelling is warm with earth tones (of course) in every shade covering the walls and ceiling. Draped organza billows through a window Namjoon can’t seem to be able to detect. Not with his human eyes, at least. Shiny trinkets and baubles bounce light from candle flames the fae manifests with a flick of his finger.

Jimin knows his human is of the curious sort, similar to himself, and wants nothing more than to inspect every tiny object but there will be plenty of time for that later. He pulls Namjoon to his bed and lies him on the padding made plush with downy soft feathers and a moss pelt that he drapes over the human’s exhausted body.

Brushing black hair from Namjoon’s eyes, Jimin slides into the bed beside him. “You are so beautiful, my Namjoon.”

““I think I’m in love with you.” Namjoon whispers, burying his face in the crook of the fae’s neck. “I really hope this is real,”

“Oh sweet darling,” Jimin giggles, running his fingers along the skin of Namjoon’s arms and neck. “I have loved you since the creation of my soul.”

His soothing touches lull the human to a relaxed state as he leans his weight on the fae. It takes but a moment for Namjoon to fall into a deep sleep, weary from their magical day and adventures. With a content sigh, the fae watches him, so in awe of the human’s delicate beauty. How lucky is he to have found his true love? Because everything the fae feels points to one conclusion.

They are soulmates.

Jimin will bring his Namjoon to the Unseelie Court come dawn, and petition for a full transition. As they are soulmates, he is sure the Court will bless their union and close any earthly tie Namjoon that might hinder the transition. The fae lets his warmth envelope them both as he cuddles closer to his human. Satisfied and completely in love, the fae drifts off to a peaceful sleep.

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Jimin awakes to a chill that chatters his teeth. The howling wind outside his tree knot is loud enough to hurt his delicate ears, its force snuffing out the many candles stationed around the room. He sits up, hand rubbing his eyes as he clutches his moss pelt to his naked body. His bed is empty.

“N-Namjoon?” He whispers it with reverence, like a plea, a prayer.

“And why would you think it acceptable to steal a human and bring it here?”

The fae jumps at the voice, sinister and cruel. He shrinks backward as the form of a tall, gnarled fae steps from the shadows. The fae’s silver hair billows around him, his navy and gold wings hang stiffly at his sides, sagging with age.

“My lord,” Jimin bows his head, voice low, heart in his throat. “I did not steal him, I swear it!”

“Then, pray tell, how did the human happen upon our forest?”

Jimin averts his eyes again. “I set a trap.” It’s not every day a lord of the Unseelie Court arrives in your home, announced or otherwise, and his presence is unnerving. He pulls the pelt tighter around his shoulders, Namjoon’s scent still strong on the moss. “May I—may I ask where my Namjoon is?”

“ Your Namjoon?” The lord laughs mockingly. “The human is as much yours as the sky is yours.”

The small fae’s lower lip trembles. “He is my soulmate,” he whispers, hand to his chest. “I felt it. I felt his heart.”

“You felt it? Its heart?” The fae lord scoffs in disbelief. “Fae cannot find a soulmate outside of their kind, regardless of the realm and you are quite aware of this fact.”

Jimin manifests his petal skirt and stands humbly before the fae lord. “My lord, it is a fact that fae can detect their soulmate upon coming together as one. We were taught as young hatchlings that—”

“Silence!” The lord fae’s voice booms in the small dwelling, Jimin’s trinkets trembling from the anger in the order. Tiny flowers in a clay pot curl in their petals, hiding from the high devious fae’s wrath.

“But, I can’t exist without him,” Jimin insists, eyes watering as panic fills his chest. “We’ve already begun the claiming process. I was set to bring him to the Court in the morn. I—”

“Silly little fae with your silly little dreams. Always so selfish. Always trying to disobey the rules.” The lord fay looks down his pointed nose at the younger, smaller fae. “You would do well to be a bit more like your light fae friend. Obedient. Non-questioning.”

“But, I will perish without my soulmate—”

The lord fey’s wings snap open, a massive gust of wind hurls Jimin against the wall, his own wings pinned painfully behind his back. It is a searing type of pain, like something is burning into his skin.

“You will obey the law. The human is banished from the realm and the Court will decide your punishment. You will be notified of your sentence.” The lord fae begins to fade with a spray of maroon glittering dust. “And Jimin?”

“Y-yes, my lord?”

“If you try to see your precious human again,” the lord fey’s voice rings in Jimin’s mind menacingly, “he will pay the price. With his life.”

The room is plunged into darkness. Jimin falls to the ground, released from his invisible chains, gasping for air. The tightening of his chest is not an imaginary thing. No. It is very real. Very real and very scary. Because Jimin was correct. Once a fae meets their destined mate, separation leads to only one unavoidable end.

Death.

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The rest of the dark night is torture for the fae who realized his home was magically sealed. There is no escape for him. He sits huddled in the rounded corner of his lair, tears streaming down his reddened cheeks, transforming to wilted petals as they fall to his chest. The same chest that houses his erratically pounding heart. It can feel the loss of its mate, that the tie to his human’s heart leads to an unreachable realm. The fae is not quite sure how long the withering process will take. But it will happen.

He will not be able to live without his soulmate. And though Jimin does not exactly wish to cease to exist, he cannot help but wonder what point is there to life if his Namjoon is not in it?

He doesn’t know how long he sits there, knees to his aching chest as his soul uselessly tugs at the bond between him and Namjoon. It will never accept the loss of its true love, destined to simply fade into the ether. He can already feel it happening, feeling himself fading.

A low buzzing catches the fae’s attention. Lifting his head slightly, he spots a pinpoint of wavering light in the center of the room. The spot widens to a small circle before vanishing. The fae shakes his head but just as he goes to lower his head once more, the circle is back, this time throbbing until it becomes large enough that Jimin can see the being on the other side.

“TaeTae"?”

“Mimi! Mimi, quick! Join me!” Taehyung waves the fae closer, grabbing his hand once Jimin floats through the portal. It shuts with a whoosh.

The small, blonde fey looks around though there is nothing to be seen except distorted shafts of lights undulating around them. “Where are we?”

“We are in between home and Earth.” Taehyung snatches a tome from his satchel, opening it quickly and pointing to a specific passage. “I have been reading, trying to find a way for you and your human—”

“Oh.” Jimin’s face falls, tears threatening to emerge once again. “It is of no use, TaeTae. The Unseelie—”

“The Seelie nor the Unseelie lords can come between soulmates,” Taehyung insists, pointing at the elegant cursive scrawled on the bound leaves in his hand. “I got wind of the Unseelie Court debating your punishment and I just knew it was about your human.”

“Namjoon.”

“What is a Namjoon?”

Jimin blinks back tears that fall regardless of his attempts. “My human. His name is Namjoon.”

Taehyung gasps, hand to his heart. “He gifted you his name?”

“He is my mate, well, he would have been if—”

“He still can be!” The blue haired fae proclaims excitedly. “Right here, it says it! Fae mate with their kind but there are the rare exceptions when a fae is tied to a soul outside of its kind. And sometimes of a different realm. Don’t you see?”

Jimin shakes his head, closing the tome in his friend’s grasp. “It matters not. He is banished. I—I can feel myself fading, TaeTae.”

Taehyung throws his arms around his moonbeam companion, able to feel the small fae’s heartache.

“Oh, dear heart. Fret not. I learned something else during my time in the Hall of Tomes.” He pulls back to look Jimin in the eye. “There is one night a year when fae are able to assume a human form and cross over to the Earthly realm.”

Jimin’s ears perk up, a spark of hope flickering to life in his chest. “When is this, TaeTae? How will I know?”

Taehyung pauses, a soft smile crossing his lovely face. “It is now. The moon is transitioning and with that, you can cross over. With my help, of course.”

“I…I can see my love again?”

Taehyung nods, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth as he lifts his hands out in front of him. The air quivers as he mutters incantations and sure enough, the space before them splits, darkness on the side. Jimin peers closer. It is a tunnel of some sort and way in the distance he can spy an almost invisible beam of light.

“Go, Mimi,” the fae encourages his companion. “I can’t hold it open much longer.”

Jimin looks back at Taehyung, his heart aching for Namjoon but also for his companion. He feels as if he is being split in two.

“Oh! And he must proclaim your name for the bond to be complete. Go!”

The blonde fae presses a loving kiss to the blue haired fae’s cheek. “Thank you.”

Taehyung grins. Devious fae do not utter such words as it indebts them to the receiver of such a statement. “I love you, darling. No go to him. Now!”

The fae does not hesitate. He sprints forward, his viridescent wings vibrating with energy as he flies through Taehyung’s portal. He is immediately flipped around and sucked forward, tumbling and turning as he flies through space and time. Jimin can barely breathe but he notices how his heart calms as it approaches its other half. He’s almost there. Almost—

He lands with a crash, several hard objects toppling on top of him. “Ah!” He cries out, covering his head and hoping his wings remain unharmed. It takes but a moment for the fae to come to and sit upright. Tomes surround him, several resting haphazardly on his clothed legs. That’s odd. Where is his petal skirt? Why are his legs covered? And his feet? Looking up, the fae gasps. Shelves upon shelves filled to the brim surround him. Oh, how he wishes he could bring his tome-loving Namjoon to such a wondrous  place.

“Oh my god, are you okay?”

Looking behind him, the fae freezes in disbelief. “Namjoon?”

Namjoon runs to him, dropping to his knees to help him stand. “I heard you scream and thought a shelf may have fallen on someone. Are you okay?”

Jimin nods, hands still in Namjoon’s. “It worked,” he murmurs, looking up at his beautiful human.

Namjoon’s black framed spectacles perch smartly on his nose. His black hair is parted to the side, showing off his sharp, hypnotizing eyes. Those lips, those hands. Tears fill Jimin’s eyes as he throws his arms around his human.

“I can’t believe it worked,” he sniffles through his tears, kissing Namjoon over and over. “I truly thought I would never see you again.”

“Whoa whoa!” Namjoon puts some distance between them, hands holding the fae in place by his shoulders. “I’m not sure who you think I am but I’m not him.”

Jimin laughs with a roll of his eyes. “Stop playing, you silly little human. It’s me! And I guess all you have to do is say my name and the bond will be complete.

“Bond?” Namjoon repeats, brow furrowed. “I’m sorry but…I’ve never seen you before in my life.”

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Namjoon yawns, stretching his arms over his head, his bones popping as he arches his back. He has been sitting at the same table in the library for close to 6 hours working on his thesis. He still feels a bit odd, similar to how he woke up that morning. He didn’t feel sick, no, that’s not it. But he’s just off somehow. Like he’s about to fall or sneeze, the anticipation of something more. Good or bad, he’s not sure which. But he’s off.

Even his research is suffering. Regardless of what may be going on around him, Namjoon has always been able to focus. So, why can’t he do so now? It doesn’t help that almost every book he has searched for is either checked out by someone else or mistakenly placed elsewhere. Tilting on the 2 back legs of his wooden chair, the professor bounces a bit, an odd sense of deja vu sweeping over him. For the briefest of moments, he feels as if he’s floating, perhaps swinging. Which is impossible because he is very much at the campus library not on a swing. With a shake of his head, Namjoon dives back into his research. If only those books were available, he would have been much farther along.

A crash nearby makes the man jump in his seat before sprinting to the bookcases. He hopes no one is hurt too badly.

“Ah!”

He hears the cry and runs down one aisle before making several turns. He doesn’t know how he knows exactly where the poor person is but he just feels this…pull.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Namjoon rushes forward when he spots a man curled into a ball on the floor. Countless books litter the narrow space around the man, a few still lying on his legs as he slowly sits.

The man looks over his shoulder. “Namjoon?”

Namjoon helps the man stand. “I heard you scream and thought a shelf may have fallen on someone. Are you okay?”

The man smiles. “It worked.”

Namjoon stares down at the man, the very beautiful man. He can honestly say this man is the most stunning human he has ever seen. He stands tall, shoulders back, but the top of his head barely reaches Namjoon’s nose. The man’s blonde hair is fluffy and curls gently at the ends, framing his pretty face and even prettier smile.

“I can’t believe it worked. I truly thought I would never see you again.” The man then throws his arms around Namjoon’s neck, their lips meeting instantly.

Namjoon is frozen stiff as the gorgeous man slips his tongue in his mouth and kisses him deeply, hands running through the professor’s hair.

“Whoa whoa!” Namjoon begrudgingly puts some distance between them, hands on the man’s shoulders. “I’m not sure who you think I am but I’m not him.”

With a laugh that sounds like jewels sparkling in the sunlight and a roll of his impossibly bright green eyes, the man goes to kiss him again. “Stop playing, you silly little human. It’s me! And I guess all you have to do is guess my name and the bond will be complete.

“Bond?” Namjoon repeats, brow furrowed. “I’m sorry but…I’ve never seen you before in my life.”

The man doesn’t move, a confused expression on his lovely face. Something within Namjoon aches at the man’s frown. This beautiful being should never frown, he should always be happy and radiant, this much Namjoon knows.

“What’s your name?” The professor asks gently, lowering his hands and taking a step back to put some more space between them. The man’s hands reach from him but then drop to his sides.

“Um…well, I can’t exactly tell you.”

Namjoon’s eyes widen, stepping forward again to check the man for injuries. He brushes silky blonde hair from the man’s forehead. “You might have a concussion. Do you have a wallet or a bag? Any identification?”

The man just stares at him and blinks. With a slight tilt of his head, he asks, “wallet? Idenfit–itacion?”

“Identification,” he corrects. “Do you remember anything?”

“I remember you.” The man shrugs timidly and Namjoon gets the feeling the blonde isn’t telling him everything. “You…you really don’t remember me?” 

Namjoon shakes his head apologetically. “I’m so sorry. I wish I could say I did, God knows I would’ve been the luckiest man alive but…I don’t. Um…” he clears his throat, collecting himself. “I hope you don’t have amnesia. Maybe I should bring you to the hospital. They can help you figure things out, perhaps find your family or…your partner?”

“Hospital?” The man furrows his brow, lower lip curling out cutely. “I don’t want you to leave me.”

The way the shorter man stares up at Namjoon makes the professor melt. There’s just something about him that feels familiar…those green eyes that sparkle like polished gemstones, those lovely rounded cheeks, those oh so kissable lips…

Tearing his gaze away, Namjoon clears his throat. “O-okay. Okay, I guess you can come over tonight and come morning, we’ll figure this mess out, okay? Your loved ones are probably worried sick.”

“Why would they be ill?” The man asks, blinking his beautiful eyes.

Namjoon shakes his head with a chuckle. “Nevermind. You must have really gotten banged up. Let me clean up this mess and we can get out of here.”

While stacking the fallen books, Namjoon gasps quietly as the man hands him one particularly large volume. Its cover is adorned with runes and petals, its spine is a deep maroon with gilded etchings. 

“I…I’ve been looking for this.” He looks up with an appreciative smile.”It seems you’re my lucky charm…though you should keep some of that luck for yourself. Looks like you might need it.”

The man smiles prettily, tidying up the bookstacks and following Namjoon as he collects his items and heads to his car. 

The drive home is…interesting. Well, everything is interesting to the blonde man who seems so enamoured with Namjoon’s car and the height of the university buildings and well, pretty much everything.

“Hmmm, Mimi!” The man blurts out suddenly as he steps out of Namjoon’s car. “You can call me Mimi.”

Namjoon tilts his head thoughtfully. “Mimi? Did you just make that up?”

“Nope! My moonbeam companion assigned me the name, I call him TaeTae—” Mimi slaps a hand over his mouth and steps back. His eyes shift nervously and he looks up at the tall apartment building in front of them, quickly changing the subject. “Is this your dwelling? The whole thing?”

“God, no!” Namjoon laughs, ushering Mimi onto the sidewalk out of harm’s way.. “I have an apartment on the 6th floor. So…you do remember some things?”

“Hmm?” Mimi raises his eyebrows as his fingers brush the colorful fauna in the apartment complex lobby. He grimaces. “That plant feels odd.”

“Oh, they’re fake. You’d think as high as rent is that they’d at least bring in some real plants, right?” Namjoon steps into the elevator, pressing the button for the 6th floor before asking again. “So, TaeTae?”

“Oh! My moonbeam. He’s my twin flame but that’s all I really remem-oh!” Mimi falls to the ground in a heap when the elevator begins its ascent. “It’s magic! You do have magic here!”

Namjoon laughs, helping him to his feet and for some reason the touch feels…familiar. “It’s an elevator, it brings us to my apartment. I wonder if it is amnesia, what kind you have. You seem to have forgotten so many basic things but not everything. Odd.”

The elevator comes to an abrupt stop, Mimi stumbling straight into Namjoon’s arms. Looking down at the blonde who peers up at him with those mesmerizing eyes makes Namjoon’s stomach perform several flips. Mimi’s lips part, his expression…hungry. Namjoon clears his throat again, stepping away and fiddling with the strap of his bag as the elevator doors slide open. 

Once at his front door, Mimi runs up, smacks the wall and waits. “Why won’t it open? I did what you did to open the magical lift.”

The professor can’t help but feel a sense of fondness for the adorably clueless man. He leans forward, punching his code into the keypad and pushes the door open. The blonde steps through, immediately walking and looking around.

“Oh my stars,” he murmurs, fingers dancing along the back of a couch. He rounds the piece of furniture and hesitantly sits down, bouncing up and down a few times as if testing it out. “Oh, this is nice! Is this where you lay your head to rest?”

Namjoon toes off his shoes and sets his bag down by his desk by the window. “Sometimes, but I sleep in the bedroom.”

Mimi’s eyes widen. “There’s another room? How large is this lair?”

Lair? “Well, it’s a two bedroom so…bigger than some, I guess.” He watches as the petite man looks around, eyes stopping when they spot a framed picture of Namjoon and Jungkook. “Oh! The pretty one!”

A little spark of jealousy flickers within the professor as he walks over to where Mimi sits. “That's my dongsaeng, Jungkook. He’s a good kid. He’s kind of like a little brother.”

“Do you have other brothers?” Mimi asks, waiting as if expecting an exciting answer.

“Just one.” Namjoon says, stepping into the kitchen. “Are you hungry, Mimi? I don’t have much but I can make ramen and I have rice.”

“I’m famished!” Mimi jumps up and practically floats to where Namjoon stands. He toys with a bracelet on his wrist and then the dangly earrings hanging from his ear.

Namjoon has to remind himself not to stare. The man is just so ethereal. He’s by far the most beautiful person the professor has ever seen. The memory of Mimi’s mouth pressed against his springs to the forefront of his mind, his tongue caressing Namjoon’s so passionately, intimately, as if they had done so a million times.

“What are you thinking, Namjoon?” Mimi asks, a mischievous smirk on his lips as he leans back against the counter coyly, tilting his head one way and then the other. His body, though petite, is lithe with soft curves that make Namjoon’s fingers itch for a touch.

“Uh, I uh, um…” Stuttering, the professor spins and speed walks to his room, muttering beneath his breath. “I’ll get you a change of clothes and you can wash up before dinner.”

Digging around his bureau, the tall man realizes that all his clothes will be terribly large on his new houseguest. He grabs the smallest shirt and sweatpants he can find and then an underwear on second thought.

“You can use the bathroom next to my room. I’m sorry,” he says, handing Mimi the folded stack of clothing which he eyes suspiciously. “everything will be pretty big on you. I checked to see if Yoongi hyung left anything that might fit you but he hasn’t.”

Mimi’s eyes light up. “Yoongi? I have a Yoongi! But he’s a sloth.”

“Uh, oh, okay?” Namjoon doesn’t know what to do with this information. What are the odds that Mimi might have a pet sloth named Yoongi? He chalks it up to the blonde’s obvious amnesia and heads to the kitchen. He sets a pot of water on the stovetop, adjusting the heat before grabbing the leftover rice from last night..

“What do I do in there?”

“Agh!” Namjoon jumps, not having heard the dainty man come up behind him. Mimi lays a hand on Namjoon’s cheek.

“Are you okay, love?” he asks sweetly, clearly concerned.

Namjoon nods. “What do you do where?”

“Oh!” Mimi points to the bathroom which is still shrouded in darkness. “In the, um, there.”

“The bathroom?” Namjoon walks him over and flips the lightswitch, the small room illuminated with bright light.

“Oh! Magic,” Mimi whispers, eyes sparkling as he holds Namjoon’s clothes to his chest.

“So, feel free to use whatever you want. There’s extra toiletries in the bottom drawer and towels in this cabinet.” He moves around swiftly, easily opening and closing doors to point out things the man may need. Reaching around Mimi, he turns the shower on. “Cold to the right, hot to the left. And be careful getting in the shower, we don’t want you falling and hitting your head again.”

With a quick smile, Namjoon rushes out of the bathroom. He sighs, sagging against the wall as the bathroom door clicks shut. He can still smell Mimi, that faint dash of woodsmoke adorned with something enticingly sweet. His scent lingers and if Namjoon focuses, he thinks he may be able to taste it.

Dinner is made quickly considering it’s just ramen and rice. He should really go get groceries. Then again, Mimi will be gone come morning. The thought oddly enough saddens Namjoon, making something deep within ache with longing.

“Do I have to leave in the morning?” Mimi asks, suddenly standing behind Namjoon again.

The tall man jumps, hand on his chest trying to catch his breath. “Shit! You have to stop sneaking up on me like that.”

“Sneaking?” Mimi grins, eyes playful. “You haven’t even seen anything yet, Namjoon love.”

Namjoon gulps. Something about how Mimi says it sounds both like a warning and a promise. His eyes drop to the ground bashfully and then he takes in the man before him.

Mimi stands with his arms hanging at his sides, the t-shirt given to him so large it hangs to his mid-thigh and falls off one shoulder, exposing the most tantalizing clavicle Namjoon has ever laid eyes on. The skin there is golden and has a sheen that calls out to the professor. It is a stark contrast to Mimi’s sweatpants that completely cover his feet. Seeing him in his clothing makes something in Namjoon particularly pleased, possessive.

Shuffling forward, Mimi’s pants pool around his little feet. “This smells delicious. Is it all for me?”

Namjoon chuckles, turning the stovetop off and grabbing two bowls. “If you don’t mind, I’ll have a tiny bit and we can eat together at the table.”

“I would love nothing more.” Mimi’s radiant smile is almost blinding and Namjoon has to close his eyes for a moment to compose himself.

They eat in silence, Mimi throwing himself back in the floor dramatically after his first bite of ramen. “This is bewitched, it must be!”

He hums with each bite or sip which brings a smile to the professor’s face. It’s like everything he sees or does is a new revelation, the most amazing thing in the world. Like he’s looking at the world with the eyes of a child. It’s refreshing, endearing. It takes everything in the professor to pull himself from the enigmatic man to go wash up for bed. He finds himself taking a rushed shower, hurriedly wrapping a towel around his waist and exiting the bathroom to find some pajamas and get back to—

The television is blaring in the living room, Mimi’s eyes huge as he kneels on the floor in front of the massive screen. It’s a pretty obnoxiously big screen but Namjoon’s friends dubbed his apartment their official location for watching games together so of course he had to get the largest tv.

“Look!” Mimi exclaims excitedly, clapping his hands. “I found the magical picture box! Is it a portal of some kind?”

Muting the tv with the remote that lies on the floor beside Mimi, Namjoon tosses it to the couch.

“You must have really hit your head. We should go get it checked out in the morning. I have class but I can bring you—” Namjoon pauses when he notices Mimi isn’t listening. No, the petite blonde sits on the floor, hands primly set on his knees as he kneels before Namjoon. The professor’s breath hitches as Mimi’s eyes take in the length of Namjoon’s legs and rest on his thighs, partially covered with his towel.

“I-I should go change.”

“Wait!” Mimi’s hand reaches up and places his palm flat on the front of Namjoon’s left hip. “My hip, I think I injured myself at the hall of tomes. Could you take a look?”

“Hall of…? Let me change first,” Namjoon insists but before he can step away, Mimi stands to his feet and Namjoon practically drops his towel.

The man stands erect, shoulders back and chin high as he moves as fluidly as water. But what really catches Namjoon’s attention are his legs. His bare legs, to be exact. Gone are the professor’s huge sweatpants and in its place are two deliciously naked legs, muscles curving perfectly and flexing as he navigates them around a coffee table littered with books and to the couch. Hands on Namjoon’s shoulders, the pretty man presses downward until the professor takes a seat on the edge of the cushion. Namjoon clutches the loose knot in his towel, pleading for it to stay in place.

“So, uh, you’re h-hurt?”

Mimi nods with a pout. “You were in the um, water room thing—”

“Bathroom.”

“In the bathroom, I bumped into that peculiar structure in the dark and—”

Namjoon looks to his left where a plaster sculpture he bought at an art fair last year stands. “Why didn’t you flip the light switch? They’re motion sensor so they should have caught your movement. Weird. I’ll have them checked out.”

The delicate man does not respond, he merely skims his fingertips along the hem of the shirt he wears, curling his fingers around the material and lifting it high on one side. Very high. Namjoon’s breath hitches, his heart pounds, his cock stands at attention. Mimi isn’t wearing underwear…just his shirt. His skin looks so smooth and Namjoon has to bite his lip to keep from sucking on that delectable skin. That bare, golden skin with the slightest bit of peach fuzz and a small cut. Indeed he is hurt, though the cut doesn’t appear deep or to need stitches.

“I-I’ll get some ointment and a bandage so you can—”

“You won’t take care of me?”

Oh, Namjoon wants to take care of him, alright. He wants to do more than just take care of him.

But all he can do is sputter, “Oh, of—of course. Maybe you can put on some more clothes?”

“Okay!” Mimi dashes to the other room Namjoon had told him he can sleep in and comes back with a scarf wrapped around his neck. “Better? This was in the enclosed space in my room.”

“Not what I meant but okay. Maybe I should get some pants—”

“Or,” Mimi blocks Namjoon from standing with his own body, stepping close enough that Namjoon has to tilt his head back to look up at him. “Or we can just do it right here.”

“Do—we—” Namjoon can’t think, can’t speak. This gorgeous man has bewitched him, rendered him putty in his hands.

“Here, touch me, darling.” Mimi takes Namjoon’s hand and places it on his bare hip.

Namjoon’s hand is large enough to wrap around his hip, fingertips digging into Mimi’s plush ass. Namjoon jumps in his seat, pulling his hand back. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t apologize, sweet love.” Mimi stops his hand from fully withdrawing, bending his knees slightly to help slip Namjoon’s other hand up beneath his shirt’s hem that rests at the blonde’s thigh. “I like when you touch me.”

Namjoon freezes but Mimi does not. He silently takes the professor’s other hand and places it on his inner thigh, both of Namjoon’s hands now circling his thigh. The blonde moves Namjoon’s hands for him. Up up up, gliding up his smooth thighs and higher until muscle gives way to softer, smoother skin. 

“You desire me.”

It’s not a question Mimi asks, but rather a statement, an observation and Namjoon clears his throat, backing away but Mimi stops him again. He bends down to meet Namjoon’s eyes and this time Namjoon swears the pretty man’s eyes are portals for something much deeper, somewhere magical.

“I desire you, too, Namjoon.” Spreading his legs, Mimi straddles him, the shirt riding up his ass and Namjoon’s hands automatically cup his round bottom.

Unable to stop himself, Namjoon squeezes, a groan escaping his lips when Mimi moans close to his ear. The blonde’s wispy hair tickles Namjoon’s chin, blows across his lips from a breeze that is impossible considering they are in his living room with all windows closed. His hair is the silkiest thing Namjoon’s ever felt and the man perched on his lap smells amazing. Like the forest after rainfall as the clouds part and the sunlight filters in. His weight is barely noticeable, granted Namjoon is definitely focused on other things than Mimi’s weight. Like how the man scoots closer until their groins brush with just a thin shirt and towel between them.

Head tilting back, Namjoon’s lips part, breathing in Mimi’s addictive scent. He wants him, needs him. Everything in the professor screams for this man as if he will die without him. And he’s so close, close enough that Namjoon can feel his soft breaths on his cheek, feel his even softer lips skimming his jaw. Mimi’s hand slips behind himself to rest on Namjoon’s thigh, gripping as he rolls his hips salaciously, head falling back, exposing his graceful throat.

And Namjoon is just a man. Just a man with another gorgeous man half naked on his lap. And he’s in a towel, no less! He leans in, hypnotized, his tongue tracing patterns unknown to him on the man’s throat down to his clavicle. Namjoon’s tastebuds come to life as if they had been dormant these past decades. Mimi tastes like sugar and honey, sweet yet earthy and Namjoon needs more. He pulls Mimi closer by his ass, one hand sliding up his back beneath his shirt as he sucks a light mark on the crook of Mimi’s neck.

“Ah, Namjoon,” Mimi moans, voice soft and breathy.

Something tickles the back of Namjoon’s mind, like they’ve been here before, done this before. Then it hits him, the position they’re in, what he’s doing to the man he is supposed to be helping.

“No!” Namjoon gasps, lifting Mimi off his lap and onto the couch suddenly. He scrambles to his feet, clutching his towel as he stumbles toward his room. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take advantage of you!”

“No, don’t stop, darling!” Mimi crawls to the other end of the couch in the same direction Namjoon heads.

“I am, though. You don’t even remember your real name!  You can’t consent to this, to-to anything. Fuck.” Namjoon inhales deeply, closing his eyes, hand on his bedroom doorknob.

“Consent?” Mimi repeats questioningly.

“See, you can’t say it’s okay when you don’t even know what consent is.”

“But I do!” The frustration in the blonde’s voice is apparent and Namjoon almost relents.

Almost.

“I’m going to sleep,” Namjoon states, a bit more composed but just a bit. He’s still trembling and his legs feel like jello. “You should do the same. I’ll check on you in the morning…I’m sorry, Mimi.”

He closes his bedroom door behind himself, collapsing onto his bed with a groan. Staring at the door, he gets a feeling that Mimi might be on the other side of it, tantalizing, teasing. Lunging forward, the professor locks his door and falls back onto his bed again. This is ridiculous! There is an impossibly gorgeous, half naked man in his home and here he is locking himself in his bedroom. But he can’t take advantage of him, he just can’t. And he has a feeling the blonde isn’t telling him the whole truth. Perhaps he remembers more than he’s letting on. 

Cock throbbing, Namjoon pulls on a pair of pajamas and slips into bed, burying his face in his pillow. He tries to get Mimi out of his head, his soft skin, even softer lips. He felt so amazing in Namjoon’s embrace, like they were made to fit together. Two matching puzzle pieces.

Namjoon isn’t opposed to one night stands, though he can’t say he’s ever had one. And he certainly desires the blonde man in his home but…Mimi has a home somewhere. Possibly a family and…TaeTae. Whoever the fuck that is. Moonbeam something.

He’s not proud of what he does next but he can’t stop himself as his hand slides into his pants. He pumps his throbbing cock to the memory of Mimi’s rhythmic panting, feeling so real even now, several minutes later. Namjoon can almost smell him; he can definitely still taste him on his tongue. 

When Namjoon comes, he cries out into his pillow, stifling his groans as his body goes limp from the exertion. He feels a little less on edge but not satiated in the least. 

With a whimper as he gets up to clean off again and change clothes, Namjoon fears the only thing that can satiate him is sleeping in his guest room.

 With no underwear.

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Jimin stirs awake, the bright morning sun kissing his closed eyelids and a warm weight covering him, lulling him back to sleep. Then he inhales. Namjoon. That’s right, the fae had crept into the human’s room in the wee hours of the morn…and right into his bed. For a regular human, Namjoon would be quite heavy but not for the fae. Lifting Namjoon and sliding beneath him was as easy as catching a flying snail. Perhaps the fae shouldn’t have done so but he truly doesn’t think his soulmate will mind. Especially once he remembers their bond. 

As a fae, it kills Jimin that he lied, well, kind of lied, to his soulmate. Of course Jimin remembers everything, it’s Namjoon with the lack of memories and it breaks the fae’s heart. But surely it won’t be that difficult for the human to guess his name. They are soulmates after all. 

The feeling of fading has vanished now that he is with his love and he intends to keep it that way. Namjoon will remember him soon enough. Like Tae said, he just has to get the human to say his name and the bond will be complete. Surely, Namjoon will remember their love after a bit more time together. 

And sure, it was just one day to the human, but time in the Enchanted Forest does not exist. At least not like it does for humans. And just like time not being bound by restrictions, neither is fae love. For all creatures know that fae instantly know their soulmate and that their love comes to full bloom upon their bodies uniting. It’s why Jimin is so insistent that Namjoon is his soulmate. He felt it, felt Namjoon’s heart beating as if it were in his own fae chest. 

Now he just needs Namjoon to remember their love, too. 

Namjoon stirs on top of Jimin, hips rolling downward against the fae’s crotch. With a gentle hand, Jimin guides the human’s mouth to his neck, relishing in the feel of Namjoon’s tongue on his skin. Perhaps he does remember, after all? Why else would he be kissing the fae? Oh, wouldn’t that be splendid! 

Happiness spills from Jimin’s lips as he giggles beneath his human, hand sliding down between their bodies to fist Namjoon’s hardened cock. He will please his love and be everything a mate should be. Jimin will care for Namjoon and keep him safe and—

“Mimi…” Namjoon moans his nickname, rutting his hips into Jimin’s fist, the fae gasping as the professor sucks on his neck like a man starved. 

The fae hikes up the loose shirt he wears, easing Namjoon’s cock from his underwear so he can pleasure him easier. He wants to feel his human inside of him once more but Namjoon’s pretty noises are so sexy, Jimin would let him rub up against him all morning. 

“Namjoon, my love.” Jimin’s voice is soft, tender. There is no one more precious to him in this realm or any other. “I adore you, Namjoon.”

“Want you, need you.” Namjoon’s voice is muffled by the wet kisses he litters across Jimin’s clavicle, fingers lost in the fae’s blonde locks. “More, more.”

Namjoon’s brow is furrowed, eyes closed, massive body crushing Jimin into the mattress. The fae welcomes the weight, the passion and desire pouring out of him. The fae feels his core tightening, his heart fluttering. The bond is there, becoming stronger with each rut, each press of Namjoon’s lips to his own. Jimin groans drunkenly when Namjoon spills onto his stomach and hip, still rolling his hips as if it wasn’t enough. 

And it isn’t. Their lips crash together messily, Jimin clutching Namjoon’s shoulders for dear life as his own cock throbs, trapped between them, the friction pushing him closer and closer to the edge until—

“Namjoon!” Jimin cries out as he climaxes, Namjoon swallowing his whines as they continue rubbing together. His hands massage the fae's supple thighs, now wrapped around the human. It’s so perfect. So wondrously—

“Wha…Mimi? What the—-fuck!” Namjoon jumps out of the bed, taking his sheet with him. He tries, unsuccessfully, to cover himself but in the process of leaping back, he drags the fae with him. 

Jimin hits the floor with a soft thud, much too quiet for a full grown man but Namjoon doesn’t notice as apologies tumble from his mouth. 

“I’m so sorry! I don’t know what—why—I—and you were—” his words trail off as his cheeks redden. Namjoon looks down at his cum stained abdomen and then at Jimin who is similarly covered in cum. 

“Sweet love.” Jimin untangles his elegant legs from the sheet and stands, looking up at his gorgeous human. He still can’t believe this man is his. His heart flutters. “Do not fight what your heart already knows.”

Namjoon’s eyes dart back and forth anxiously but Jimin just pecks a kiss to his lips before gliding toward the door. 

“I’ll give you a moment to gather yourself, darling. I will forage you a meal.”

“Forage?”

Jimin prances from the bedroom, waving a hand along the length of his body and just like that, he is no longer soiled. He steps into the kitchen. He should…what did Namjoon call it last night? Craft—cook! He should cook for him. He must be famished after their intimate moment. 

Opening the cold box that contains food and drink, similarly to how Namjoon did the previous evening, Jimin pulls out whatever looks familiar, which isn’t much. There are berries and an apple and he scours a lower cabinet for something more sustainable for his human is quite large and will need proper sustenance. 

“Mimi? Mimi, what are you doing down there?”

Jimin shimmies out of the cabinet, looking up at Namjoon through his messy locks. He had tied his hair up to keep it out of his way but several longer pieces have already come loose. He watches his human watch him and finds he quite likes being the focus of Namjoon’s attention. 

“Are you making breakfast?”

“Yes!” Jimin jumps up, hugging Namjoon warmly, happier than a sprite during the full moon festival. “Let us break our fast, my love.”

Namjoon inches away, eyes averted as he accepts the handful of fruit gifted to him from the merry fae. It takes but a few moments of silence before the human speaks. 

“Mimi, I can’t apologize enough for earlier.”

“Earlier?” Jimin bites into a strawberry, its juiciness serving to quench his hunger. 

“Yeah, uh, in bed.”

“Oh!” Jimin leans forward with a smirk. “I quite enjoyed you spilling your seed on me, Namjoon. It’s like I was coated with your love. So warm and—”

“Mimi, please .” Namjoon sets down the fruit and stands, clearing his throat. “I think we should go to the hospital and have you checked out. You seem to think I’m someone I’m not. I’m sorry and I’m even sorrier that we—”

“I do not wish to depart from your presence,” Jimin insists simply, finishing off his fruit. “It took a lot to get me here and it was my only chance. My heart led me to you.”

Namjoon sighs, rubbing his face wearily. “I have to leave. I have class—”

“You’re leaving me?” Jimin’s eyes widen fearfully. 

“No! No, um. Okay, I have a class but it isn’t long. I’ll come get you right after and take you to the hospital. Is that okay?” 

Jimin stands still in the kitchen, defeated. His chest aches. "You're really making me leave? I…” The fae doesn’t know what to say. He hadn’t considered that Namjoon would not remember him. Would reject him. The pain in his chest spreads, the bond threatening to snap. He brings his hand to his throat, trying to breathe. 

“I will depart to my lair. I do not wish to frustrate you so.”

“Mimi, no—”

But Jimin walks away as if floating on air, light and regal, at a speed that catches the human off guard. The fae lies in the cold bed in the cold room on the other side of Namjoon’s dwelling. Curling into a ball, he sobs broken heartedly. He is destined to perish, whether it be in the Enchanted Forest or here on Earth, it matters not. Nothing matters without his love. 

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Jimin sits up after what feels like light years. His stomach grumbles and his eyes are puffy from crying. This isn’t him. Jimin doesn’t just lay around and mope! No. Jimin takes matters into his own hands. He is a Devious Fae, after all. He will not depart this realm without exhausting every possible option to win his love’s heart back. 

He struts out of his bedroom with his confidence back (kind of) and a pep in his step (sort of). Taking his time, the fae walks around the living room, finally able to take in Namjoon’s furnishings. His human also seems to like trinkets, much like fae do, which pleases Jimin. He stops at a glass case, opening it and lifting a black bear figurine that is painted with bright spots of color. Odd. Placing it back in its spot, Jimin smiles. If Namjoon is fond of these peculiar items, then Jimin will be on the lookout for any more he may find lying about.

“Oh, sweet bud!” Jimin frets over a collection of three small pots filled with dried out soil and what appears to have once been lovely plants. A memory of Namjoon sadly stating he didn’t have green thumbs comes to mind. Perhaps this is what he meant? Perhaps humans’ thumbs turned green once they were able to care for plants!

Bending his knees, the fae crouches down to the dying plants’ level and tilts his head. Ever so slowly, their dried leaves unfurl, becoming green and thick again. An exquisite lime green bloom opens and Jimin pouts. The flowers here don’t appear to sigh or giggle which is disappointing. Patting the flower’s petals, the fae stands and moves on to the pictures on Namjoon’s desk and wall. His brother but not a brother Jungkook is in a few of the images. In another, Namjoon stands on a large rock, looking out over the expanse of mountains and forests. The colorful image below shows Namjoon’s open palm, a miniature crab nestled there comfortably. Jimin beams. Of course his soulmate is a nature lover. Of course!

A loud crashing noise makes the fae jump, knocking over a wooden figurine of—he has no clue what it is supposed to be but if it’s precious to Namjoon, it is precious to him. The sound comes from the kitchen but when the fae pokes his head in, it is void of any inhabitants. With a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, the fae tidies up his human’s home with a twirling finger here a flick of his wrist there. He finds himself in Namjoon’s room and inhales deeply, eyes rolling back as Namjoon’s scent fills his lungs. There are two pictures next to his bed. One is Namjoon standing tall and proud between a man and a woman. He looks so happy, a black cap of some sort propped on his head and a matching black gown draped over his broad body. So handsome.

The next picture has several boys in it, two of them being Namjoon and Jungkook. Jimin gasps in delight as he spots Yoongi, and two of his other friends from the Enchanted Forest. Though…they are not actually his friends here, just their mirrored Earthly selves. There stands Seokjin, tall and beautiful as ever. Jimin’s eyes widen when he sees the man is holding a fish in his hands. A dead fish.what is a tuna hybrid holding a dead fish.

Jimin’s stomach turns, eyes flitting over to Yoongi who, just like his Yoongi, barely smiles. But the fae knows his sloth hybrid friend and that he is notorious for hiding his sensitive emotions. Beside Yoongi is Jimin’s dear friend, Hoseok, the shapeshifting squirrel that is well known to frolic amongst devious fae such as Jimin. And Namjoon’s Hoseok has that same playful glint in his eyes. It warms the fae’s heart to know his Namjoon has been in such good company.

Jimin opens a door and sees that it is another one of those tiny rooms filled with clothing. Even from here, he can smell Namjoon’s delicious scent, the fae falling against the hanging clothes dramatically. Oh, how his heart yearns for his Namjoon to return. Pulling off the shirt he wears, Jimin allows it to hit the floor before grabbing another shirt of Namjoon’s. This one has long sleeves and a tome donning spectacles on the front. Cutie.

There’s another one of those moving picture screens in his bedroom also and after a little searching, Jimin finds the device that makes the pictures change. And indeed they do. Two men kiss erotically and Jimin immediately averts his eyes, not daring to look upon another’s naked body when he is spoken for. Hastily pressing buttons, Jimin hops in place as the noises coming from the picture thing becomes louder and louder, the two men’s incessant moaning blaring throughout the quiet apartment. He feels horribly  for intruding on their private moment but is clueless as to what to do. 

Bang Bang Bang!

Oh! Namjoon must be home. That was fast! Jimin ignores the moving pictures and blaring moaning and dashes to the door, throwing it wide open with an elated smile on his face. Only, it’s not Namjoon. There is a man and a woman standing there looking none too pleased.

“Good day!” Jimin shouts over the slapping of wet skin in the background.

“This is…what are you—” the woman sputters, eyes wide and a look of disgust on her face.

“Are you blasting fucking porn?” The man snaps, eyes taking in Jimin’s naked legs.

“Porn? No, no. There are two lovely men on the picture thing making love. I just don’t want to intrude so…how may I help you? Are you looking for my love?”

The woman’s eyes narrow, turning to her partner in anger. “Get this weirdo to turn down that- that trash!”

She stalks down the hall and into another dwelling, Jimin waving merrily behind her. The man waits until she disappears before turning back to the fae. He leans in, stepping closer to the threshold.

“So…are you staying with Namjoon for a while?” He asks, eyes on Jimin’s legs again.

The fae smiles radiantly and the man’s eyes lock on his. Nodding, Jimin answers happily. “Mmhmm, hopefully forever. Wouldn’t that be grand?”

The man looks at him oddly. “Uh, suuure. Real grand. So…where is Namjoon?”

“Oh! He’s in a class.” Jimin is extremely proud of himself for handling this human interaction so well. Pretending to be human isn’t as difficult as he feared it may be.

But then a particularly wanton groan comes from his human’s room and though it doesn’t faze Jimin, the man before him turns a bit pink. The man steps forward, almost chest to chest with the fae. His hand rests on Jimin’s hip as he whispers in his ear.

“My wife is probably on the phone bitching about all the noise. Do you want some company while Namjoon is out?”

Jimin frowns. “Not particularly, no. I am waiting for my Namjoon and am content to do so alone.” He takes a step backward, gripping the door but the man is persistent.

This time, the man steps into Namjoon’s home, hand drifting to the bare skin of Jimin’s outer thigh. “Come on, pretty boy. Don’t you want me to make you moan like what you’re watching in there?”

What a sweet, pretty little thing you are. Hmm, I hope he puts up a little bit of a fight, little freak—

Jimin’s eyes widen as he listens to the man’s thoughts. Did the fae not make it clear that he is claimed? “What are your intentions?” He demands.

The man grins. “Oh, nothing, darling.”

I’m gonna fuck that pretty little mouth and that perfect fat ass. 

The fae looks down at the man’s hand on his thigh and, moving so swiftly the man doesn’t even notice he moved, the fae grips his hand, twists his arm and flips him over. The man hits the ground with a thud, the wind knocked out of his lungs.

Crouching beside the man, Jimin gazes into his eyes hypnotically. The man’s eyes glaze over.

“My kind do not tolerate liars well. I have not  granted you permission to touch my being nor to enter my home. Have you been this unappealing to my Namjoon, as well?” The fae bristles at the thought of this man ever having touched his human but the man shakes his head emphatically.

“Good. Now does your companion know what a dirty, evil thing you are? Or do you reserve that just for ‘pretty little things’?”

The man gasps, shuffling backwards on the floor. “How’d you do that? Get away from me!”

Rolling his eyes, Jimin stands and goes back to Namjoon’s lair. But not before casting one last glance over his shoulder, glaring at the men menacingly. “If you come near myself or my soulmate again, I will take it as a direct threat and will respond accordingly.”

Closing the door behind himself, Jimin shakes his head. Now what? Perhaps he will try to work that hot cooking table and make something delicious for when Namjoon returns…Yes, that’s perfect! Namjoon will see how good he is and forget this hospital nonsense. Jimin walks on the balls of his feet, humming as he opens and closes cabinets again, ignoring the porn blasting from the bedroom. Namjoon will remember him in no time!

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Namjoon rushes out of the elevator and down the hall. It’s only been a couple hours but something in him just felt so unsettled, like he had to get home. Back to Mimi. In his haste, he quite literally runs into his neighbor who immediately jumps to the side.

“I’m sorry! I-I didn’t, I have to go, don’t tell him!!”

“Oh..okay…” Namjoon shakes his head, punching in his code and entering his apartment. The first thing he notices is that his typically quiet home is extremely loud. The tv volume must be on one of the highest settings and suddenly an unmistakable groan fills his ears. Is Mimi watching…porn? The second thing he notices is the stark smell of something burning. 

“Mimi?” he calls out, poking his head into the living room after removing his shoes and setting his bag down. The room is oddly tidy. Namjoon isn’t particularly messy but he is bad at returning things to where he found them. Did Mimi clean? The dishes are gone and the trash empty, no proof of a burnt meal anywhere. The picture frames are perfectly lined up, even the case housing his Bearbrick collection appears to have been…dusted. Namjoon doesn’t remember the last time he dusted his apartment. If he ever has. 

He looks around in confusion, something is off. His whole apartment feels different. Passing the window to head to his room, he freezes, eyes landing on his dead potted plants. Only, they’re not so dead. With sunlight streaming through the window, the plants' vibrant green leaves glisten and there is even a spectacular green flower in full bloom. He didn’t even know these plants could bloom and he was sure they were still wilted and possibly on their way to the trash soon.

With a shake of his head, Namjoon jogs to his room to turn off the porn, or at least turn the volume down. His mind races with the possibilities of what he will find. Mimi splayed out on Namjoon’s bed, touching himself as he moan’s the professor’s name? Mimi on his knees with his face in Namjoon’s pillow as his fingers dip in and out of his—

Namjoon’s heart squeezes in his chest. Mimi lies on his bed, curled under the blanket pulled up to his chin, messy hair covering his eyes. Stepping closer, Namjoon picks up the remote and turns the tv off. It’s an odd juxtaposition, the vulgar image that was on the screen and the sweetness of Mimi’s face as he sleeps peacefully in Namjoon’s bed.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Namjoon brushes Mimi’s hair from his eyes. His skin looks so soft, supple. His lower lip is curled out in the most adorable pout, his full cheeks squished against the pillow. The thought of Mimi cleaning his home and sleeping in his bed is so…domestic. Namjoon hasn’t had much time for relationships with his studies and work. He assumed one day he would eventually settle down but never felt compelled to seek it out, never felt particularly lonely. His books always kept him company.

But now here’s Mimi. In his home, making Namjoon’s bed and heart as warm and peaceful as a sunny day by the river.

Green eyes gaze back at Namjoon and he blinks in surprise, suddenly embarrassed. “Oh! I-I wasn’t staring, I mean, I was but I wasn’t. Ugh.” He shakes his head. “I swear I’m not a creep.”

“You’re home.” Mimi’s smile could put the twinkling Eiffel Tower to shame. All the lights in the world couldn’t compare to his ethereal beauty and the professor finds himself speechless. “I missed you so much, my heart.”

Namjoon allows Mimi to pull him down into a hug unlike anything he’s experienced before. It’s just a hug and yet…more. It seeps into Namjoon’s bones and fills the crevices he wasn’t aware existed. Pulling back when Mimi releases him, Namjoon pauses, expecting the beautiful man to kiss him. Which he shouldn’t expect, or allow, but he finds himself hoping for it. But the blonde merely raises his arms over his head and stretches, the blanket falling to his waist and his shirt riding high up his ribs. God, he’s gorgeous, every square inch of him.

“Did you clean up?” Namjoon asks softly, not wanting to disturb the blonde’s ears with any loud noises, then remembers the tv. After Mimi nods sleepily, the professor clears his throat. “When I came in, the tv was quite…loud.”

Mimi sits up, shaking his head. “Oh, darling, I had the most unbelievable morning! First,” he begins ticking off his fingers, “that cold food keeper thing of yours was growling at me like it was hungry—”

Namjoon frowns. “The icemaker?”

“And then the moving picture was so loud and, oh my, those two men were doing some really interesting things I actually think you would thoroughly enjoy—”

“No!”

“Oh, no, I really think you will,” Mimi insists, shifting from beneath the blanket and rolling onto his stomach. He arches his back, plump ass lifting high into the air. Namjoon’s jaw drops as the dainty man spreads his legs, his shirt revealing one perfectly round ass cheek. “See, now you can do all sorts of things and I saw them do this thing with their mouth.”

“Mimi—”

“Take off your pants and I’ll show you!” Mimi says excitedly, resting on his elbows. “I’m almost certain I can do it better.”

Namjoon jumps to his feet, throwing the blanket over Mimi’s arched body. “I’m sure you can, uh, I have to go back to work but I can drop you off at the hospital on my way…”

His voice trails, suddenly unable to move away when Jimin rolls back over, green soulful eyes peering up at him sadly. “Why are you trying to dismiss me? I thought…I made your home pretty and healed your plants and made sure your horrible neighbor won’t bother you anymore—”

“My neighbor? Did they do anything? Did they talk to you?” Namjoon rattles off the questions rapid fire, almost desperate to find out what exactly happened while he was gone. “Mimi, tell me what happened."

Mimi shrugs one shoulder cutely and waves his hand dismissively. “Do not fret, that fool won’t bother us anymore. I’ll always protect you, Namjoon.”

Namjoon watches Mimi walk past him and into the living room. His shirt swishes elegantly around his perfect legs and the professor has to shake his head to bring himself back to the present.

“Mimi, I have to go back to work. I have office hours but I have enough time to bring you to the—”

Namjoon freezes when Mimi turns around slowly, eyes sparkling as they lock with the professor’s. Every thought flying around in his brain quiets, coming to a rest to just take in Mimi’s gentle beauty.

“What was that, my love?” Mimi asks softly, trailing a finger up his chest, toying with the tie knotted at his throat. His beguiling eyes peer up at Namjoon, thick lashes batting. “Bring me…where?”

“I-I, uh…” Namjoon blinks hard. “I don’t know what I was saying. Weird. What was I saying?”

“You said something about work and that you were going to bring me, right?” Mimi asks, biting his lip before leaning against his chest, curling up against him. The small man’s warmth seeps into Namjoon’s heart and he finds himself wrapping his arms around the blonde.

“Yeah, that sounds right. But, please put on some clothes,” Namjoon begs, feeling cold as Mimi steps back with a roll of his playful eyes. “And we can stop by a store on the way back, pick up some clothes more your size.”

“But I like your clothes. They are soft and smell like you.” He lifts the collar of Namjoon’s shirt and takes a big sniff. His eyes flutter as he sighs. “Perfect.”

“You can wear my clothes all you want here at home, okay? But you might be more comfortable if your clothes aren’t falling off you.”

“I’ll be more comfortable…or you will be?”

Namjoon chokes, coughing into his fist as Mimi sashays to his room, a smirk on his pretty face.

He must have pity on the professor because the blonde bats his lashes at him and speaks over Namjoon’s stuttering. “Okay. We can get new clothing but I get to wear whatever I want of yours when we’re home.”

Namjoon nods dumbly.

Mimi beams. “Great! But none of those tiny garments you silly humans wear under your pants. Those are uncomfortable and itchy.”

He watches Mimi turn in the opposite direction and head to the bathroom. With one smooth move, the petite man lifts Namjoon’s shirt off his perfect body, letting the garment trail behind him. He looks over his shoulder once again, a coy expression on his face. “I’ll be ready in a moment. Are you ready?”

Namjoon nods silently, watching all that uncovered golden skin saunter into the bathroom. He gulps, loosening his tie. Namjoon can say with utmost certainty that he is, in fact, not ready.

At. All.

⋆˙⟡ ⋆

One of Namjoon’s most admirable and beneficial traits is his ability to focus. He can block out any noise, read in the middle of a bickering match between Seokjin and Hoseok, he’s even been known to study through a fire drill without so much as a glance up. But how is Namjoon supposed to concentrate and teach his students when there is a whole gorgeous blonde man sitting in the front row of the small lecture hall?

The beautiful man refused to wait in the professor’s office, insisting he wanted to see Namjoon in his element. And if Namjoon has learned one thing after meeting Mimi about 18 hours ago, it’s that the blonde is impossible to say no to. When Namjoon rushed down the path to get to his building, Mimi easily convinced him to literally stop and smell the flowers. When the professor gulped down his coffee and Mimi asked what it tasted like, Namjoon took his time to let the liquid swish around his mouth so he could adequately describe it to the curious little man. 

Mimi is a breath of fresh air, a constant reminder of the wonder around them that Namjoon so easily takes for granted. Even the seat the blonde sits in right now was deemed exciting as he marveled over the small board that slides up and then across his lap. Namjoon handed him a paper and pen just so he could, hopefully, blend in a bit more. 

Spoiler alert: he didn’t. 

Literally every student that entered the small hall zeroes in on the blonde. Some stop to stare, jaws slack and grips tight on their bag straps. Others sit and watch him from afar, whispering and passing notes about the new gorgeous student. And still, a few bold students attempt to sit beside the beautiful man but Namjoon quickly calls the class to order. 

“Okay, class,” he claps his hands for emphasis. “Let’s get started. Can anyone tell me what today’s topic is? And considering that it was your reading assignment, I’m sure every single one of you knows the answer.”

When no one raises a hand, Mimi smiles at the professor sweetly, clutching his pen and paper like he’s not sure what to do with them. 

“Fae lore,” he says quietly, though it rings loud and clear through every corner of the hall. 

There’s a collective motion of every head turning to the small man seated up front with his dainty legs crossed. But he only has eyes for one person. 

Namjoon clears his throat, not sure how Mimi knew that. He must have mentioned it at some point. “Uh, exactly. Let’s begin.”

The lecture isn’t your standard lecture, given the nature of the topic. Namjoon speaks excitedly, presenting images on a massive screen as he dives into the topic. He references classic literature, historical records of old and even children’s bedtime stories to depict how various cultures depict fae and other enchanted beings. 

Mimi’s eyes lock on Namjoon as he slowly walks back and forth across the room. The students seem to be more engaged than usual, trying to impress the new man seated in the front row, no doubt. Not that he notices. But Namjoon does, and though he’s grateful for their interest, he’s not too pleased with their interest in his—his what? Mimi is just a man staying with him, right? But the thought doesn’t sit well with him. 

At one point, Namjoon’s slides disappear and he curses, realizing his laptop died. His whole schedule has been thrown off and he’s forgetting the littlest, and not so little, things. As he rummages in his bag for a charger, he feels a warm breeze sift through his hair and the screen suddenly comes back to life. Checking the battery, he sees it’s at 100 percent. So odd. 

But he continues on with the class, determined not to let Mimi’s golden legs and pouty lips distract him. An image of the man lying face down and ass up on his bed comes to the forefront of his mind and Namjoon literally stutters, losing his train of thought. A soft giggle as delicate as wind chimes comes from his right and he knows his house guest is finding him amusing. 

It’s a difficult task, but Namjoon gets through the lecture, slipping his laptop in his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. He approaches Mimi who is surrounded by no less than 6 students. 

“Are you a new transfer?”

“Are you free for coffee?”

“What’s your name?”

Mimi smiles sweetly and all 6 students melt, allowing the blonde to stand and slip away from their presence. Namjoon watches how they stare at Mimi, as if in a trance. It’s truly unnerving and something in him deeply despises their gazes lingering longer than necessary on the lovely man. 

The professor’s office hours are unusually busy today for a very obvious reason. Word must have gotten out about Mimi because students are showing up that Namjoon doesn’t even think are in his classes. The hallway is crowded with eager students waiting their turn to enter the office and catch a glimpse of the mysterious man. 

Mimi sits perched precariously on the narrow window sill, both legs drawn up to his chest as he watches the trees sway in the cool breeze. How he fits there and hasn’t fallen remains a mystery to the professor. The lively man ignores the curious glances and bold comments attempting to garner his attention. It’s only when a student leans in closer to Namjoon, a coy smile on their lips, that Mimi finally moves. 

It’s so fast, no one sees it coming. Mimi slides in between the student and Namjoon, green eyes swirling with…anger? Rage? Jealousy? Namjoon can only watch as Mimi glares at the student until they meekly pull away and scampers out of the office. Following them to the hall, the blonde smiles sweetly at the crowd. 

 “We thank you for your patience and dedication to your studies but the professor is spent and must rest now. You may leave. Now.”

Sighs of disappointment and giggles of excitement over having seen the tiny man for themselves echo in the hall but Mimi is oblivious to it all. He turns back to Namjoon with a brilliant smile. “Shall we go home, darling?”

Namjoon nods, unable to look away from Mimi. “Of course, but first we need to get you some new clothes.”

Mimi follows Namjoon into every store he suggests, tries on clothing of all sorts, always seeking the professor’s approval before declaring it his. Unfortunately for Namjoon, the blonde man, unsurprisingly, looks fantastic in everything. Namjoon finds himself pulling item after item for him to try on. He can’t get over just how incredibly stunning this man is. 

After Mimi twirls for Namjoon, hands brushing the fuzz of his soon to be new sweater, he scurries back into the dressing room, humming prettily. The professor collapses onto a chair, not even bothering to sift through the ‘take’ pile beside him. Regardless of the exorbitant cost, he knows he’ll buy everything. He just wants to give this man the world. 

“This is the last of it,” Mimi says quietly, stepping out from the changing room. “What do you think?”

“You always look great in ever—” Namjoon’s words remain caught in his throat when his eyes land on the blonde. Unlike the comfy sweats, loose jeans,slacks, and cozy sweaters, the outfit Mimi wears now is anything but soft and comfy. His muscular thighs are clad in skin tight leather pants, pointed shoes with a slight heel and a light green silky shirt with only the few bottom buttons clasped closed. The blouse is a tad big but somehow someone looks still looks perfect, especially when he shifts and it partially falls off his shoulder. 

He spins and smiles at Namjoon expectantly, twisting and turning for him to acknowledge him from every angle. Namjoon does. Very much. And so does his cock. Very much. 

“Wow,” is all he can utter when Mimi turns to glance at himself in the mirror. The blonde’s ass looks magnificent in those pants, almost as magnificent as it looks naked. Almost. Namjoon gulps. “Is that a ch-choker?”

“Hmm?” The pretty man makes eye contact with the professor through the mirror, green eyes lit from within. His finger glides along the silky strip of fabric on his neck. “This? So you like it?”

The breath is stolen right from Namjoon’s lungs and all he sees is stunning Mimi with his big hopeful eyes. Sexy. Lovely. Cutie. All in one. 

The perfect man. 

Namjoon hurriedly gathers up the clothing and goes to pay while Mimi changes back into Namjoon’s clothing. He assumed he’d be spending quite a bit after he couldn’t stop selecting clothes for his house guest but when the kind woman at the register tells him the total Namjoon is still shocked. He opens his wallet. 

“What are you doing?” Mimi asks, popping up out of nowhere. 

“I’m paying. How else did you think you’d get all this?” Namjoon smiles reassuringly hoping Mimi won’t stop him. For some reason he really wants to buy all of this for him. 

“We can’t just take it?” The blonde frowns, oblivious to the cashier’s confused expression. 

Namjoon hesitates, remembering that Mimi is having difficulty remembering such common everyday occurrences. “No. We have to pay. With money.”

“Money?”

“Yes, money. Like, to buy things.”

“Buy…things?”

Namjoon sighs. “Yes, like food, rent, these clothes. Money pays for it all.”

“You have to pay for food?” Mimi looks at him, bewildered. “What if you don’t have these monies you speak of?”

Namjoon  shrugs, trying to mask how adorable he thinks this man is. “Then you can’t buy it and you go without.”

Mimi is positively shocked now, jaw hanging agape in horror. “Without? But–how do I get monies?”

“You get a job. Like how I am a professor.”

The blonde thinks to himself before speaking. “So, you work to get monies to pay for food and for these gifts?”

Namjoon nods with a smile, gently covering Mimi’s hand with his own. He lowers his voice. “Don’t worry. I want to buy these things for you. I really do.”

Turning to the cashier, Mimi bats his lashes and smiles. “I forgot something in the small room. Can my love go get it?”

“Of course,” she smiles back reassuringly, clearly charmed. 

Namjoon hands her his card and strides over to the dressing room. It’s bare of clothing save for one lone item resting on a velvety cushion. The fabric is sheer, intricately designed with lace and miniature beads of some sort that glisten in the light of the chandelier. It’s feather light in his hands and Namjoon can actually smell Mimi on it, sugar and musk mixed into one intoxicating scent. Lifting the fabric to his nose, the professor inhales, deeply aroused and overwhelmed by the pounding of his heart. This is more than just attraction. He’s never been this gone for someone before. So gone that he’s sniffing the beautiful man’s lingerie for crying out loud. He feels like such a creep. 

Rushing back to the register, he sees the woman hand Mimi several bags with a huge smile on her face. 

Mimi cocks his head at Namjoon. “You’re not a creep, sweetheart.”

“Wh—“ the professor’s eyebrows raise in surprise. It’s like Mimi read his mind. 

“Thank you again, Lena,” Mimi coos, leaning forward to blow her a kiss. 

Lena giggles, suddenly remembering Namjoon is a whole person standing right there. “Oh! Don’t worry about that piece, sir. It’s on the house.”

Accepting his card and receipt, Namjoon reads the total, less than half of what it originally was. “Wait—”

“Come, my love,” Mimi says cheekily, pulling Namjoon toward the door. “I can’t wait to get out of these clothes.”

Lena giggles again, covering her mouth with her hands. 

“How did you—what did you do?” Namjoon asks in confusion. “Why did she charge so little?”

Instead of answering, Mimi steps forward and rises to his tip toes. With his hands resting gently on Namjoon’s broad chest, the blonde tilts his head, waiting expectantly. Namjoon can’t help himself. Leaning down, he captures Mimi’s lips with a soft but deep kiss, much too intimate for being out in public but he can't stop. It’s like his soul craves this man and he’s doing it a disservice by not giving in to the blonde’s affections. 

He drops the shopping bags to wrap his arms around Mimi’s small waist and the blonde squeals happily, throwing his arms around Namjoon’s shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer. “Take me home, my love.”

Namjoon can’t say no to Mimi and he doesn’t ever want to. With one last peck of his lips, he ushers the blonde into his car and fulfills his request. 

⋆˙⟡ ⋆.˚ ⊹₊⟡ ⋆ 🧚 ⋆˙⟡ ⋆.˚ ⊹₊⟡ ⋆

The next day, Jimin is a mixture of ecstatic and annoyed. Ecstatic because Namjoon finally kissed him back, fully conscious and didn’t even apologize this time! Annoyed because all those students were ogling his human. How dare they? Can’t they see the human is covered in Jimin’s fae dust? He supposes they can’t but they should still know. He’s going to have to lay on the charm, make his Namjoon remember him and say his name. Jimin doesn’t know how long he can stay on Earth but he does know that he needs Namjoon like pixies need dandelions and he can’t go back to the Enchanted Forest without him. 

“Mimi?” 

Jimin springs up from the couch, running to the front door where Namjoon stands carrying several bags filled to the brim with foods of all kinds. He takes all the bags from him, insisting they’re not that heavy even though the human was having difficulty holding them. If only Namjoon knew just how strong fae are. 

“Mimi, I bought you pants and shorts…you don’t want to change into—”

“Nope!” Jimin extends one flawless leg, pointing his foot cutely. “You said I could wear your clothes at home and we’re home. And I’m in your shirt.”

Namjoon rubs the back of his neck, eyeing the fae’s naked legs, eyes focused on his thighs. “I guess I was thinking you’d at least put on underwear.”

“I told you it’s itchy and restricting!”

Namjoon shakes his head with a laugh then he snaps his fingers, remembering something. “Did you see the lobby? Sorry. Of course you didn’t, you’ve been up here all day. All the fake plants in the lobby have been replaced with real ones. It’s so gorgeous and it smells amazing! What’re the odds?!”

Jimin beams proudly. He hadn’t thought it a big deal but he could see that his human clearly loves nature. It took nothing more than a thought bubbling to life for the plants to transform into living vegetation. Now if only the fae could figure out how to get the buds to speak. He truly misses their smiles. 

Namjoon sits on the couch as instructed while Jimin tries to navigate the kitchen, intent on preparing nourishment for his soulmate. The kitchen fills with smoke once (twice) and Namjoon has to whack the odd thing attached to the ceiling with a broom to silence its screeching. At least Jimin was easily able to put out the fire with his magic before Namjoon could see it. 

They sit on the floor to eat, facing each other instead of the coffee table. Filling his…spoon? Fork? (Jimin can’t keep all these human terms straight), he reaches out to feed Namjoon. The professor blinks in surprise but accepts the bite of food gratefully. 

“This is amazing, Mimi.” Namjoon smirks. “I’m not going to lie, I was a little skeptical after the smoke detectors went off the second time. 

Jimin’s heart swells and surely if he still had his wings, they would be fluttering nonstop. “I promise to feed you well, darling.”

Namjoon watches him silently, opening his mouth obediently to consume each bite delivered to him. He doesn’t speak, just watches Jimin with a fond expression.

“What are you thinking, dear heart?”

“It’s just so funny,” Namjoon smiles, dimples showing themselves. “I feel like you’ve always been here. I swear we’ve met before.”

Jimin’s heart soars as he scrambles to his knees, hands on Namjoon’s chest. “It’s because our hearts are one,” he explains as if that should help the human understand. Namjoon just squints his eyes, head titling to the side curiously. 

The fae decides to take a leap. “Do you ever…feel like you didn’t belong somewhere but didn’t know what that feeling was until you left?”

Namjoon shakes his head. “I’m not sure I follow.”

“I have a home that I love and yet there was always something missing. And that something made me feel different. It wasn’t until I arrived here, with you, that I realized what I was feeling back home…was loneliness.”

There’s a flash of pain in the human’s eyes as he squeezes Jimin’s hands. “I don’t want you to feel lonely. Ever.”

“I don’t. Not when I’m with you,” the fae reassures him, voice soft and dripping with adoration. 

“Are you starting to remember, Mimi?”

Jimin nods reluctantly. He hates lying to Namjoon, hates lying in general. All fae detest lying and now here he is, lying left and right to his soulmate. 

“Tell me what you remember?” Namjoon asks, setting their dishes on the coffee table before rising to sit on the couch. Reaching down, he pulls the fae onto his lap. 

“Well…” Jimin isn’t sure how much to divulge. Namjoon will just want to send him to that hospital place if Jimin tells Namjoon that he lives in a tree. “My home is in the forest. And it’s so beautiful, you absolutely adored it—I mean, you would adore it.”

Namjoon doesn’t seem to notice the slip, eyes on Jimin’s as he rests his head against the couch cushion. “I’m sure I would.”

“There are…horses everywhere. And um, hotaru…”

“Fireflies?” Namjoon raises a brow. 

Jimin grins, clapping his hands. “Yes! Those! The sky is always different colors and the stars twinkle so prettily as they shoot across the sky. There is nature everywhere, it’s so—”

“Beautiful,” Namjoon finishes, his voice somewhat dreamy. He lifts a hand and cards it through Jimin’s silky locks, hand resting on the back of his neck. 

With a slight turn of his head, the fae kisses the human’s wrist, nestling into the intimate touch. When he looks up, he senses his human is conflicted. 

“What is it, love?”

Namjoon looks away, fingers rubbing the back of Jimin’s neck soothingly. “Do you remember if there’s someone back home…waiting for you?”

Jimin smiles with a slight shake of his head. His Namjoon will never understand just how much he loves him. Cupping his cheek, Jimin whispers reassurances of there only being Namjoon for him. 

“So,” the human sighs after a few quiet minutes, “you remember that you live in the woods somewhere, you have a friend—”

“Moonbeam companion,” Jimin corrects. 

Namjoon holds back a smile. “Right. Your moonbeam companion, TaeTae. There are colorful skies and lots of animals. You remember most basics but don’t know what an elevator is or what the toilet room is called.”

“Bathroom!” Jimin looks incredibly pleased with himself as he interrupts the professor.

“And,” Namjoon continues, “you think clothes are itchy.”

“Not yours!”

“ And you have a pretty obvious jealous streak.”

“Jealous?” Jimin scoffs, affronted. “Of whom? Those simple minded students of yours? Never.”

“Never, hmm?” Namjoon shifts closer, fingers pressing into the base of Jimin’s neck. Jimin’s heart flutters erratically. “I kind of like that you acted a little possessive. I think it’s…”

“You think it’s what, love?”

“Hot.”

Jimin moves back. “If it’s hot, you should remove your shirt. And I can open a window—”

“Not that kind of hot, silly.” Namjoon pulls the fae back onto his lap, hands cupping the sides of Jimin’s neck. “Hot. Sexy.”

“You find me sexy?” Jimin gulps, suddenly shy. 

Namjoon laughs out loud at this. “Very. Believe me, you’re very sexy. My office hours are never even half as packed as they were yesterday.”

“I think you’re sexy,” Jimin says, gaze drifting to Namjoon’s perfect lips. 

“None of this makes sense,” Namjoon murmurs, drawing closer to Jimin. 

The fae’s heart does a little dance in his chest and he can feel that it is matching Namjoon’s heartbeats, as well. 

“Must it always make sense?” He asks, voice soft and lilting. He can feel Namjoon’s thoughts swirling in his head. Reminders that it’s too soon to feel this way, that he’s taking advantage of the fae, wondering if it’s just lust or possibly…love. Jimin has to force his soulmate’s thoughts out of his own mind, not wanting to intrude. He loves Namjoon. And from the few thoughts he felt, Namjoon is feeling the same but to him, they just met. The fae is just a regular guy who fell and needed help.

Namjoon’s eyes search Jimin’s filled with wonder and fondness. “I guess not…Mimi? Can I kiss you?”

Jimin nods with a smile so big that his eyes become crescents. Namjoon’s skin is soft as his hands frame the fae’s face, gently pulling him in. The fae relishes the feel of his love’s lips on his, the sure yet gentle way they coax his lips open. They kiss for so long Jimin can feel how his lips tingle with tenderness, but he cares not. His human is falling in love with him again, is letting himself fall in love. And it feels spectacular.

Leaning forward, Namjoon shifts, lying Jimin back on the couch, pressing him into the plush cushions. When their lips meet again, it’s more feverish, hands roaming and tongues exploring. Unlike the other times, Jimin holds back and lets his human take the lead. He needs Namjoon to want him, to love him, to remember him.

“What is it about you?” Namjoon asks breathlessly, coming up for air from a particularly passionate kiss. “I can’t get enough of you, Mimi. I feel…I feel…”

Tears brim the fae’s lash line. “What do you feel, my sweet love?”

“I feel like I’m falling.”

A tear slides down Jimin’s cheek, soaking into the gray cushion beneath him. “Then fall, my love. Fall with me.”

It’s as if all of Namjoon’s restraint snaps in an instant. He rises to his feet, lifting Jimin in his arms as they continue to kiss. Jimin waves discreetly at the closed bedroom door which eases open behind his love. They slip into the room and the professor lays him down on the bed as if he were precious glass. Namjoon starts at the fae’s feet, kissing and nibbling his way up golden legs, large hands stroking and squeezing whatever flesh they can find. Jimin’s mind and body reel, he loves this man so much, with his complete soul and it feels like he’s coming home.

“Oh!” Jimin chokes on his breath, looking down at Namjoon who licks at his cock, suckling the tip with his swollen lips. This is what those two lovely men were doing on the magic picture thing! Oh, they’re right. This does feel good. Amazing even, Jimin wouldn’t mind doing this all the time. He just knows Namjoon would love the fae’s mouth around his big cock.

“Mimi,” the human murmurs, popping off and kissing his way up Jimin’s chest. Gripping the fae’s thigh, he hikes it up to his waist as their lips meet, eyes open, hearts open. “Can I…can we…?”

Jimin nods, pressing soft kisses to Namjoon’s cheeks, heart blooming as the human’s warmth feeds him like sunshine. Namjoon is all that matters and Jimin can’t stop the tears. “Please, my love. Please.”

There’s no hesitation this time as Namjoon takes control, lifting the shirt and sliding it off Jimin’s body, eyes taking him in, drinking him in like exquisite wine. His fingers tremble as they skim the fae’s silky skin, his own dark eyes wet with unshed tears.

“I-I—” the human doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t have words to articulate how he feels and how all consuming this unnamed thing that he feels is. But it’s there, and it’s powerful. “I don’t understand.”

Jimin pulls him close, chest to chest, cheek to cheek. He holds him tenderly, as if the big man is precious glass. “Just fall,” he whispers, heart in his throat.

And he does. Jimin slowly removes Namjoon’s clothing, taking in every square inch of his gorgeous soulmate. Perppering kisses all over the professor’s neck, chest, hips, the fae nibbles on Namjoon’s inner thighs, eliciting sweet moans from his throat. Tender caresses become bolder as their kisses deepen, hips brushing and then pressing, cocks begging for attention. Jimin whines into Namjoon’s mouth, the human swallowing his desperate whimpers. And when Namjoon’s cock brushes the fae’s hole, the human backs away, reaching for his nightstand but Jimin merely pulls him back.

“Mimi—”

“Shhh,” Jimiin quiets him with a look of longing. “Make me yours. I’m yours.”

Namjoon slides into the fae with no resistance. His tight heat squeezes him just right, their bodies melding together as if made to be united. Hands grasping locks of hair, mouths kissing, licking, biting, breath stuttering…the passion builds until neither human nor fae knows if they can hold out any longer.

Rocking to the rhythm of their hearts, Namjoon thrusts into the beautiful blonde beneath him. So small, so perfect. Jimin takes him eagerly, legs wrapped around his waist and hips rising up to meet Namjoon at each thrust, both men groaning from the tantalizing sensation their bodies create.

“Mimi, Mimi.” Namjoon pants his name, chants it. “I need you, fuck, I lo—I think I love you, shit.”

Jimin clasps the sides of Namjoon’s face with his small hands, a radiant smile on his glowing face. “I love you too, Namjoon love. With everything in me, I adore you.”

They climax simultaneously, Namjoon pressed into the fae to the hilt, deeper than he thought possible and yet it’s just perfect. As he empties into Jimin, Namjoon feels a warmth spreading in his chest that radiates through his limbs to his fingers and toes. The blonde moans with pleasure beneath him, mouth open with silent moans, green eyes on Namjoon. Always on Namjoon, always so expressive with how he loves the professor. Namjoon’s heart clenches.

My heart knows your heart.

It’s a memory, a faint, faded memory that approaches slowly coming into focus. Mimi, sitting on his lap, straddling him, kissing, becoming one, soaring through the skies. The image in his mind becomes clearer, all the minute details of a fantastical world rushing back. And most fantastic of all is the man—the fae beneath him.

Jimin senses it the moment Namjoon remembers. It’s as if not a second has passed, as if their hearts were always one, their souls always intertwined. It’s blinding. Their love is blinding. Jimin gasps, body arching as Namjoon’s fate and his unite.

Namjoon blinks back tears, eyes on Jimin’s. “My love,” he chokes out and Jimin smiles, palm cradling his cheek. “I love you, I love you.”

Holding his love close, Jimin weeps into the crook of Namjoon’s neck. He feels how their bond is even stronger than before, how they move and breathe and beat as one. But there’s one final thing…

“Do you…” Jimin hesitates, “do you know my name?”

Namjoon’s brow furrows and he bites his lip, wracking his brain for the answer. “It’s…I know it, don’t I? It’s on the tip of my tongue….it’s Ji-, shit, what is it? Ji something.”

Though the fae’s heart is saddened to discover their bond is not complete, Jimin can’t help but feel elation that Namjoon remembers their time together, their love, him.

“It’s okay, dear heart,” he says sweetly, hugging Namjoon again. “It’ll come at the right time. Now kiss me.”

Scrunching his nose in the cutest close lipped smile, dimples on full display, Namjoon obeys. Because he could never say no to his love, nor does he want to.                 

⋆˙⟡ ⋆.˚ ⊹₊⟡ ⋆ 🧚 ⋆˙⟡ ⋆.˚ ⊹₊⟡ ⋆

The next morning, Namjoon wakes up to the early sunlight filtering through sheer curtains and painting his lover’s face in gold and tangerine. He’s so beautiful Namjoon wants to cry. Their time in the Enchanted Forest seems so long ago but also like it was just yesterday and Namjoon supposes it was just a couple days ago. He has so many questions he needs answers to like how did Mimi get here? And for how long will he stay? Does he have to go back? Does he want to go back? And if he does, can Namjoon go, too? Should he? His head pounds at the unknown.

“Stop fretting, my love,” Mimi yawns, stretching his arms over his head, body arching against Namjoon’s, tiny feet kicking out adorably. When his stretching session is completed, he finds a very smitten professor staring into his big green eyes, watching him intently. 

“Good morning,” Namjoon says, voice rough with deep sleep.

“Best morning to you,” Jimin replies, gaze soft, as he bites his lip. “Can you kiss me again?”

“Hm, so that was all real?”

Jimin nods shyly though he boldly slides his leg across Namjoon’s waist. “I can’t tell you how happy I am that you finally remembered,” the pretty fae says softly, fingers twirling the hair at the base of Namjoon’s nape.

“I have so many questions,” the professor says, propping himself up on his elbow. “How did I get back here? One second I was asleep with you and the next, I was in my bed feeling so odd. And how did you get here? When do you have to leave? Do you have to leave? And what are Devious fae?”

Mimi giggles and it sounds like glitter raining down from the clouds. “Some of those I have answers to. Most, I do not. But I am here now and I will tell you everything I can.”

He tries his best to answer all of Namjoon’s questions but the professor is left wanting more. How is he supposed to be with Mimi if this Unseelie Court won’t allow him to go back to the Enchanted Forest? And what will happen to Mimi when they find out he portal jumped? And what about TaeTae who helped Mimi? What will come of him? And why the hell can’t his soul figure out its mate’s name?

“We have time, my love,” the fae promises though it’s not a promise Namjoon thinks he can keep. But the blonde smiles, eyes sparkling and heart content.

“For now,” the fae falls to his back dramatically, “take me, my love.”

“Now that I can do.” Namjoon growls, crawling over Mimi’s petite frame. This time, their love making is less gentle and more aggressive as the two roll and twist into different positions, at one point Mimi turning on Namjoon’s chest to slip the professor’s cock into his mouth. Namjoon’s eyes roll back as the magical fae gives him a magical blowjob. After he orgasms, Mimi pops off with a grin, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Was I good?” He asks eagerly. “Did you like it?”

Pulling the fae up onto his chest, Namjoon nuzzles into his cheek. “Mmm, yes I loved it. And I love you.”

“Told you I could do it!”

Namjoon laughs, turning to the window as Mimi snuggles into his chest. They watch the sunrise even though it’s already bright outside, the sky painted lilac and cornflower blue and Namjoon can’t help but wonder if Mimi did this for him, too.

⋆˙⟡ ⋆

Later that morning, after another round (or two) of unforgettable sex and an incredible nap, Namjoon finally drags himself out of bed, to Mimi’s dismay.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I have to get my thesis done. I have to turn it in in two days—”

“You know I can help you with that, I am a fae you know.” The fae waggles his eyebrows mischievously as he comes up behind Namjoon who sits at his desk, ready to type for the remainder of the day.

“No. I have to write it myself,” he insists, opening his laptop. “I want to write it myself.”

Mimi pouts. “Fine,” he huffs, stalking over to the professor, hands on his hips. Though pretending to be annoyed, the beautiful fae stifles a grin. Grabbing the sides of Namjoon’s face, Mimi comes closer until their foreheads rest against each other.

Namjoon’s eyes flutter, his mind spinning as memories that must belong to Mimi invade his mind. He sees the gigantic tree Mimi lives in, sees the gorgeous fae quite literally painting the sky. This time, he can name every creature that comes to light, also able to recite every fact about them. But most importantly, Mimi transfers fae feeling. Namjoon can’t explain it just right, no words can truly capture the extent to which the fae love. He sees how Mimi sees him and he blushes.

“You love me so much,” he murmurs, voice choked as he tries to hold back tears.

“Of course I do, silly. Anyway, that should help you with your thesis.” Mimi plants a wet kiss on his lips and squeezes his pecs playfully. “Hmm, I love these. You’re so big everywhere.”

Before Namjoon can respond, Mimi turns, tilting his head. “You have company. I’m going to wash up. I fully expect breakfast to be ready when I’m done. I like those flat soft things.”

“Pancakes.”

“Yes!” Mimi chirps with a skip as he disappears into the bathroom.

Almost instantly, there is a knock at the door. The professor stands with a sigh, grabbing his robe and donning slippers before answering. Looking through the peephole, he gasps. What’re they—

“Open the door, Joon or we’re coming in!” Seokjin’s voice can be heard clearly from the hallway followed by Yoongi’s muffled voice.

“We know the code!”

“Open up, hyung!” Jungkook whines petulantly. “I have to piss!”

Hoseok’s incessant banging is the last straw, Namjoon throwing the door open and peeking out to his right. “My neighbor is going to complain to the building manager again if you don’t shut up!”

Just then, the neighbor’s door opens and the man steps out. He takes one look at Namjoon and runs back inside his home, slamming the door closed.

“Weird dude,” Hoseok observes, pushing past Namjoon and walking into his kitchen after tossing his shoes in the corner.

“Come on in,” Namjoon retorts sarcastically as his friends pile into his apartment and make themselves comfortable. Jungkook heads to the bathroom but Namjoon is quick to stop him.

“Uh, food! Are you hungry, Kook?”

Jungkook does an immediate about face, turning and sitting at the dining table while Yoongi grabs food from the fridge and a pan from a cabinet to heat up the rice.

“What’re you up to, Joon-ah?” Seokjin asks, sitting on the couch and turning the television on. “You’ve been missing in action. I thought you were dead.”

“I’ve been working on my thesis,” the professor lies.

“Told you!” Yoongi calls from the kitchen.

“Nice bracelet. Not really your style but it’s an upgrade from your boring uniform of pressed slacks and a button down.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes at Hoseok but glances down at his wrist. A thin, braided bracelet circles his wrist, no beginning, no end, just one continuous bracelet that fits him perfectly. It’s green but greener than green. Tiny bits of what appears to be moss are threaded through the cords, lovely yellow and chartreuse flower petals hang from the bracelet like charms.

“Pretty,” Jungkook observes. “Where’d you get that? I want one, but not green.” Jungkook grabs the salad Yoongi just threw together and begins to eat.

Namjoon opens and closes his mouth, not sure how to answer considering he doesn’t know where it came from or how it got on his wrist. Just then, the bathroom door opens and Mimi steps out. Another one of Namjoon’s long shirts hangs on the fae’s slender frame, falling off one shoulder and covering only his torso barely down to the very tops of his thighs. His pretty blonde hair is pulled into a ponytail at the top of his head, the cutest little sprout.

Namjoon melts, forgetting his friends are there and also staring (and melting) at Mimi.

“Who’s that?” Seokjin asks, game controller in hand but now ignored. He sits, twisting and craning his neck for a better view of the gorgeous man. His eyes bug out as he takes in Mimi.

“Who’s who?” Namjoon asks dreamily, still entranced by the beautiful fae who smiles at him like he is his world.

“Um, the half naked man that came out of your bathroom.” Hoseok stares at the blonde as he speaks to his friend.

“Wearing your clothes,” Yoongi chimes in, quickly moving the pan off the heat.

“Oh um…it’s a funny story actually—”

“Oh, Jungkook!” Mimi exclaims, clapping his hands and running to hug the younger man that freezes, chopsticks halfway to his mouth. Hoseok clears his throat, looking away from Mimi as the fae’s shirt rides up a bit.

Yoongi brings the rest of the warmed food to the table, eyes on Mimi. “Have we met before?”

Namjoon’s heart begins to race but Mimi is calm as always.

“I don’t believe so, Yoongi hyung. I’d definitely remember such handsome men if I met you before.”

All four men blush and sputter bashfully, clearly smitten by the charming fae. The group settles around the table, all watching as Mimi perches himself on Namjoon’s lap comfortably. He curls up there like it’s his favorite seat, which it is.

“Lucky bastard,” Hoseok grumbles under his breath and Namjoon shakes his head with a chuckle.

He knows he’s lucky. And as they eat and chat, Namjoon sighs in relief, pleased with how seamlessly Mimi fits in with the group after introductions. The fae is enchanting, giving each of Namjoon’s friends his total attention, inquiring about their jobs and hobbies. His interest is authentic, his laugh is contagious, and his fondness of the professor is truly genuine. It’s as if Mimi has always been part of their group and despite his relief, Namjoon is still happy when Seokin stands, ushering everyone up.

“Unless you're walking home, let’s go. I have a date tonight.”

“Ooooh,” Jungkook teases. “Sexy hyung!”

Seokjin immediately blushes, shoving his feet into his sneakers. “Stop, it’ll probably be a flop anyway. I suck at these things.”

“Oh, Seokie hyung, don’t sell yourself short!” Mimi says encouragingly, taking Seokjin’s hands in his own tiny hands. Eyes wide and imploring, he coos, “You are the loveliest of men, beautiful to behold and anyone would be lucky to even be gifted the opportunity to be in your presence.”

The five other men stand frozen, unsure of how to respond and Seokjin just blushes harder as Mimi engulfs him in a warm embrace. 

“Th-thank you, Mimi. I…don’t think I’ve ever heard such nice words before,” the eldest admits.

“Well,” Mimi beams, hands on his hips, head cocked to the side in a sassy manner, “get used to it because I’m not going anywhere and I love making you smile, little one.”

Little one? Namjoon bites back a laugh at Seokjin’s face which is now a bright red. His hyung shuffles out of the apartment, followed by the others.

“I hope we get to see you again soon, Mimi,” Jungkook hugs the fae. “I feel like you’ve been around forever. It's crazy that we just met.”

“Did we?” Mimi blinks with an innocent smile and Namjoon just knows there is something magical going on he’s unaware of.

Jungkook’s glazed eyes take in the fae and he just nods in agreement.

“Are you going back home with Joon tonight?” Yoongi asks suddenly, grabbing his bag from the floor.

“Home? Tonight?” Mimi asks.

Namjoon smacks his forehead with his palm. “Ugh! I completely forgot about dinner! Mimi, I have dinner with my parents and brother tonight. I’m sorry–”

“Oh! I’d love to meet your family! Can I come? Please?”

Namjoon hesitates because he knows he can’t say no to the fae that holds his heart. But he also doesn’t know how he’ll explain Mimi’s existence, and their obvious connection, to his family. They’ll think he’s rushing into a serious relationship when he should be focused on work and his studies. They won’t understand–

“Please?” Mimi’s hands are folded beneath his chin, green eyes wide with hope.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Namjoon gives in easily.

“Sweetheart?” Hoseok chuckles.

“Don’t fuck this up, Joon,” Yoongi whispers as they hug goodbye.

“If you do, I got first,” Hoseok chimes in.

Seokjin’s jaw drops. “Hey, get in line!”

“Oh, my god, he’s right there!” Jungkook pushes them out into the hallway, smiling apologetically to the lovely fae. “Sorry, hyung.”

“No wonder my TaeTae is so smitten with you.” Mimi rises to his tip toes and kisses Jungkook on his cheek. Jungkook is clearly confused but so enamoured he merely smiles and scampers down the hall after his hyungs. Closing the door, the blonde spins around, clapping and hopping up and down excitedly. 

“I can’t believe I’m going to meet your family!” He exclaims. “I can’t wait!”

“Yeah,” Namjoon rubs his face wearily. “I can’t wait.”

⋆˙⟡ ⋆

The car ride to Namjoon’s parents’ house is long but pleasant and his human even lets Jimin pick out the music, granted it took the fae longer than expected to figure out how to work the screen in the dashboard. But nothing can ruin Jimin’s mood. He’s about to meet the two humans responsible for creating the love of his life and he couldn’t be more excited.

“I hope they like me,” he comments for the fourth time, fingers toying with the hem of the pastel yellow sweater he wears over loose jeans. He wonders if he should have worn something more formal. This feels like a very special occasion.

Namjoon smiles, though his cute dimples remain hidden so Jimin already knows something is on his mind. 

“What’s wrong, my love?” He asks.

With a nervous sigh, the professor’s eyes stay on the road but his hand drifts over to Jimin’s leg, which he squeezes. “What’s our story?”

“Story?”

“Our story. When did we meet, how? I can’t exactly tell them you tricked me with a fae trap. And where are you from? Where do you live? How long have you lived there? How old are you–wait…how old are you?”

Jimin pauses to think. “137 in your years.”

Namjoon’s jaw drops open. “And in fae years?”

Jimin blinks. “Time is a human construct. We are not bound by your laws. But don’t worry, I’ll figure it out.”

“Figure it out?” Namjoon bites his lip. “But fae don’t lie. What’re you going to do when they ask you these things, because I promise you they will.”

“Oh, you forgot, you sweet little human. Your soulmate isn’t just a regular old fae. I’m a Devious Fae. I can do anything.”

Jimin settles back in his seat, now curling and uncurling Namjoon’s fingers. He kisses the professor’s hand and then rests his cheek in his palm.

Namjoon tries to come off calm but his nervousness is obvious. “I just…I love you, Mimi. I’m worried I’ll fuck it up and say the wrong thing. But if you say so…”

“I do say so. Want to know what else I can do?” With a sly smirk, Jimin guides Namjoon’s hand to the back of his blonde head which he lowers until he can nuzzle his face in Namjoon’s lap.

“Mimi!”

Looking up at his human, Jimin bites his lip. Without moving, Namjoon’s zipper lowers and his jeans slide open.

“Mimi!” He cries out again, trying to adjust himself but then Jimin stuffs his mouth with cock and Namjoon groans. “Miiimiii…”

Within seconds, the fae can feel the professor’s body trembling. With a slight tilt of his head, Jimin mentally maneuvers the car to the side of the road and reclines the seat so his soulmate can give in fully to the pleasure coursing through his body. Jimin also can feel how his own body reacts to Namjoon’s cock, his scent, his sweet sweet moans. Oh, this man is just perfect. The fae hollows his cheeks, taking Namjoon in deeper until he hits the back of Jimin’s throat, and even then, the fae does not stop. He swallows around Namjoon’s length, humming because he knows his handsome professor loves it. 

“Mimi, oh! My–fuck, fuck.” Namjoon throws his head back, hissing when the fae begins massaging his balls,  using his dripping saliva to make his touch glide easier. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” 

Jimin swallows repeatedly, drinking down Namjoon’s release eagerly. He’ll never get enough of this man. And he proves it by popping off his cock and crawling over the center console to straddle his lover. With an impatient wave of his hand, the fae’s jeans disappear and he slides down Namjoon’s cock, inch by glorious inch. When he bottoms out, he kisses Namjoon deeply, clutching his shoulders as he begins alternating between bouncing and grinding. 

Palming Jimin’s ass in his large hands, Namjoon thrusts up into him, cocking aching for another release. He’s never experienced sex the way he does with the fae. It’s not just physical or even emotional. Every aspect of Namjoon’s being is consumed by the fae, devoted to the fae. It’s heaven, pure unadulterated bliss and the professor just wants more.

Jimin comes on Namjoon’s cock, his own release spilling onto the professor’s button down shirt. The fae loves how warm and full he feels every time his Namjoon comes deep inside of him. Resting his head on Namjoon’s shoulder, the fae waits until both of their breaths even out and heartbeats slow to a steadier pace. 

“We’re a mess,” Namjoon shakes his head, arms wrapped around the fae, face buried in his tousled blonde hair. “My parents are expecting us to come any minute.”

“Well,” Jimin murmurs playfully in his ear, “technically, we did just come, so…”

They laugh bashfully as they untangle themselves and Jimin plops back in his seat, once again fully clothed. Namjoon sighs in relief as his soiled clothing is made clean again by the fae’s magic. How convenient.

Turning the car back on, Namjoon eases back onto the road.

“Relaxed now?” Jimin asks haughtily.

“Definitely,” Namjoon laughs, squeezing his hand before kissing it. “I can’t wait for my family to fall in love with you just like I have.”

Jimin squeals, bouncing his knees excitedly. He loves it here on Earth. He loves his soulmate. And he knows he’ll love Namjoon’s family, too. The fae couldn’t be any happier.

⋆˙⟡ ⋆

Namjoon should’ve known he had nothing to worry about. His parents are one thousand percent smitten by the fae. His brother, Minjoon, is practically in love with the fae too, which only slightly concerns the professor. But the way Mimi looks at him every other minute with hearts in his emerald green eyes and a smile he reserves just for Namjoon, lets him know he has nothing to worry about.

“I still can’t believe you’re slumming it with my baby brother when you could have all this,” Minjoon ‘jokes’, waving a hand along the length of his own body.

Mimi laughs a laugh that makes every human in the room sigh, completely endeared. “Hyuuung! If your brother weren’t the absolute love of my life, then maybe. But alas,” Mimi kisses Namjoon’s cheek, “he is.”

Mrs. Kim smiles at the couple, eyes gleaming with happiness. “I just can’t believe you’ve kept Mimi from us this whole time. How did you two meet?”

Namjoon blanches, mouth completely dry, voice stuck in his throat. But the fae doesn’t miss a beat.

“He fell and I caught him. You know how clumsy he can be.”

Mr. Kim chuckles as Minjoon snorts from across the table. “That’s quite the understatement.”

“Pass the ramen?” Mrs. Kim asks Namjoon who quickly does so.

Minjoon helps himself to a third serving of pork belly. “And what about work? What do you do, Mimi?”

“Yes!” Mrs. Kim turns to Mimi, completely smitten by the fae. “Tell us more about yourself.”

Mimi clears his throat, covering his mouth with his hand as he swallows his bite of spicy food. “Well, I’m between jobs right now. But I love animals and nature. And dance! I like to keep my options open.”

“Smart boy,” Mr. Kim nods in agreement, eyes flicking to his son. When their eyes meet, Namjoon’s father smiles at him meaningfully.

“As for more about myself,” the fae continues merrily, “I’m just a regular guy, I guess. I don’t have any siblings but I have countless cousins. And I love travelling, I can’t wait to bring Namjoon love all around the world! Oh! And I love food. My love told me that you’re quite the cook but, oh my, this meal is fantastic!”

The conversation steers to how Mrs. Kim decided to become a chef once her two boys were in college. Working in a well-known restaurant downtown, Mrs. Kim is quite famous in their area. 

Namjoon sighs with relief as the questioning dies down and easy banter ensues. Unsurprisingly, Mimi fits in perfectly. He laughs at all of Minjoon’s bad jokes, charms Mrs. Kim with honest admiration, and impressives Mr. Kim with his vast knowledge about birds, something Mr. Kim is excited to explore considering his favorite pastime is birdwatching.

After dinner, Mimi shoos Mrs. Kim out of the kitchen so he can clean the dishes and of course Minjoon insists on clearing the counters just for an excuse to remain in the fae’s delightful presence. Namjoon finds his father on the front porch, looking out at the quiet street of their neighborhood. 

“Hi son,” he smiles, squeezing Namjoon’s shoulder. “How’s your thesis going? Almost done?”

Nodding, Namjoon leans against the banister. He rubs the petal of a potted flower between his fingers, grimacing when several petals snap off. He moves to stand on the other side of his father. 

“It’s good and yes, I’m almost done. I’ll probably finish tomorrow and then turn it in. How’s work been–”

“Namjoon.” His father stares at him and Namjoon can’t help how perspiration dots his hairline. “Why didn’t you tell us about your boyfriend? You know we support you regardless of who you were to bring home. I don’t understand.” 

“Dad,” Namjoon bites his lip, taking a deep breath before meeting his father's eyes. “I love him.”

“I can tell,” Mr. Kim says softly, hand back on his son’s shoulder.

“He’s the one.”

“I know.” Mr. Kim’s smile is genuine; the smile of a man who knows because he’s been there. 

“You do?”

His father sighs, turning to lean against the banister next to Namjoon. “Yup. You look at him the same way I looked at your mom when we first met. I knew immediately she was the one. Sometimes…sometimes you just know.”

“So…you don’t think we’re rushing things?” Namjoon holds his breath. “He lives with me.”

Mr. Kim’s eyes widen but he shrugs with a shake of his head. “I mean, your mom and I were married within six months of knowing each other. Like I said, sometimes you just know.”

They return inside shortly after, Mr. Kim sitting next to his wife on one couch with Minjoon and Namjoon sitting in the oversized chair Mimi is curled up on. They fit perfectly. After an hour or so of comfortable conversation, Namjoon apologetically informs everyone he has to get to bed so he can finish his thesis tomorrow. They part with warm hugs and promises of coming to visit again soon. Mrs. Kim practically cries when saying goodbye to Mimi. One would think the fae was her long lost son. Even Minjoon commits to returning shortly for another family dinner, something he typically only does a few times a year.

The ride back home is quiet, serene. The fae rests his head on Namjoon’s shoulder, quietly talking about how lovely Namjoon’s family is, he even genuinely finds Minjoon funny. Namjoon supposes no one can be completely perfect.

Peeling off their clothes, the couple steps into the shower, the warm water cleansing them of the long day. They make love gently but passionately, Mimi moans so prettily with his back up against the wall and legs wrapped around Namjoon’s waist as he rocks into him rhythmically. The professor will never get enough of the fae and their shared kisses and touches are further evidence that Mimi feels the same. 

A few hours after falling asleep in each other’s arms, Namjoon awakens with sudden inspiration. Grabbing his laptop, he lies back in bed next to Mimi and begins typing. It takes several hours but with all the Enchanted Forest faestory Mimi imparted on him, Namjoon is able to finish his thesis and upload it to the university portal. 

“You turned it in?” Mimi asks sleepily. His back is to Namjoon but the professor has quickly learned that the fae is able to detect things a typical human could not. 

“Yup. Finally done, thanks to you.” He wraps himself around the fae, peppering Mimi’s neck with wet, open mouthed kisses. 

“You know how you can thank me?” The fae asks, biting his lip, eyes half lidded and sultry.

Namjoon’s breath hitches. Fuck, Mimi is so beautiful. “Anything, baby.”

“Breakfast in bed,” Mimi practically moans, making Namjoon erupt into a fit of laughter.

“As you wish, my love.” Kissing him one last time, Namjoon heads to the kitchen. The professor has a clear view of his bed, and the pretty fae in it, from where he stands cooking. He can do this for the rest of his life, cook for Mimi, take care of Mimi, share his joys and sorrows with Mimi. He smiles, realizing it’s not a dream. This is real. He really gets to do those things for the rest of his life. It’s almost too good to be true. So good it almost hurts.

That feeling of completeness he was just experiencing vanishes just as suddenly as when it first appeared with the fae’s arrival. Namjoon’s stomach churns, a painful stabbing sensation that gives way to a constant ache overtakes him. Something is wrong. He feels as if his heart is both frozen and racing all at the same time. He drops the spatula and runs back to his bedroom in a panic. It only takes a quick scan before his worst fears come to fruition.

Mimi is gone.

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Jimin steps out of the Unseelie Court, heart still pounding and wings trembling. When he woke up this morning, he was looking forward to breakfast in bed and cuddling his favorite human. What he did not anticipate was being summoned back to the Enchanted Forest and plopped on his ass smack dab in the middle of the Unseelie Court. 

The verbal assault dealt to the fae was humiliating and the usually overconfident fae found himself unusually affected by the high lords’ admonishing lectures. Perhaps because he didn’t know what was to come of it. The fae hadn’t exactly planned out what to do after portal jumping to his soulmate. The high lord had already given him a warning, and a threat. But Aphrodite herself must have taken pity on the fae because Namjoon’s well-being was not once addressed. 

Taehyung on the other hand…

Halfway through his reprimand, Taehyung had been ushered into the court, wrists bound uncomfortably behind his wings. And when their sentences were announced, Jimin for portal jumping and Taehyung for carelessly wielding his power, both fae had gasped in shock. They were to be stripped of their fae powers. No communing with nature, speaking with fauna and flora, no instant healing, mind reading, sky painting, flying…it was the most severe punishment the blonde fae could ever have imagined. And there was no way Jimin was going to let his moonbeam companion endure such horror all because he fell in love with a human.

“I’ll leave,” he had stated valiantly, shoulders back and chin high.

Taehyung’s eyes widened, lips parting slightly as tears filled his cobalt blue eyes.

“Banish me,” Jimin ordered, desperately trying to control his voice and not let it waver. The thought of never seeing his TaeTae again was sickening but what other choice did he have? He was bound to have to make a choice at some point, wasn’t he? And deep down, the fae knew his future was not here in the Enchanted Forest and unfortunately, also not with Taehyung. His future was Namjoon. 

It took a lot of convincing but the Unseelie Court finally revoked the punishment, stating that Jimin must vacate the Enchanted Forest immediately. Furthermore, he and his moonbeam companion were now destined to never again have the same connection as before. To ensure Taehyung wouldn’t even think about trying to see the devious fae, it was declared that should they attempt to jump portals again, the jumper would lose all memory of their companion. So if Taehyung were to try to see Jimin, upon stepping into the human realm, he would have no recollection of the fae. And vice versa. 

This would be their final goodbye. 

With quivering fingers, the blue haired fae closed his eyes, summoning his power through Oranos and Cronus, parting the void before them. Turquoise and olive swirl and blend, multifaceted shards of vibrant color flitting about frantically. He turns to the blonde fae, tears pooled in his eyes.

“I don’t know how to say goodbye,” Taehyung whimpers and Jimin crushes him in a tight embrace. 

“Then don’t, sweetness,” Jimin whispers in his ear, swallowing his own tears. It feels as if his soul is being torn in two and it physically pains the fae as he murmurs words of encouragement to his sweet sweet moonbeam. Taehyung has always been the one to love and be there for the devious fae. Taehyung is the one who taught him that being devious can be a good thing. It’s always been Jimin and TaeTae, TaeTae and Jimin. How are either of them going to survive when their very souls are connected?

Jimin doesn’t want to let go but one of them has to be strong. He knows by the way Taehyung clings to him, that it must be Jimin to break away. And he does, though reluctantly. Wiping  the tears from Taehyung’s soft cheeks, Jimin smiles encouragingly. 

“We’ll see each other one day,” he chokes out, tears streaming down his own cheeks. 

“B-But–”

“We will,” Jimin insists. “Whether in this life or the next, this is not the end. This is not our end. Do you believe me?”

Taehyung nods, sniffling woefully.

“Do you trust me?” Jimin asks, hands grasping onto Taehyung’s, desperate to keep contact.

Taehyung nods again with a rueful smile. “I do. Against my better judgement.”

“Oh, you!” Jimin laughs, pulling his moonbeam in for one last embrace. He murmurs softly in his ear. “I met your lovely.”

Taehyung gasps and Jimin can feel how Taehyung’s heart speeds up. He wonders if the ability to feel each other’s emotions will cease once he crosses over. 

“What’s he like?” Taehyung asks, eyes wide and filled with love.

“He’s lovely, perfect for you.” Jimin has a feeling Taehyung’s journey to his soulmate may have already begun. Of course their fates would be intertwined somehow.

The portal wavers and Jimin inhales deeply. “This is it.”

“Jimin, wait!” Taehyung’s breath stutters. “I love you. I adore you with my whole soul and yes, I don’t know how I will go on without you…I am terribly happy for you. You found him. You knew all along, didn’t you?”

Thinking of all the times the two fae snuck off to portal peep the two humans, Jimin nods. “My heart always knew he was the one.”

“I will miss you, darling, so much.” Taehyung weeps into Jimin’s shoulder again. “So much.”

Planting a kiss on the top of the taller fae’s head, Jimin finally steps back, fluttering his beautiful wings one last time. He’s really going to miss them. Not as much as he’ll miss Taehyung though. The Unseelie Court knew how connected the two fae were and that their separation was the worst punishment they could possibly endure.

“Take care, dear heart. I am always with you.” 

With one last embrace and two last cheek kisses, Jimin flies through the portal, unable to look back. For if he were to witness the utter devastation on his moonbeam’s face, surely he would perish. The devious fae pushes forward, wings batting as he is sucked through time and space. 

The is spat out onto Namjoon’s bedroom floor, tumbling along the hardwood floor unceremoniously. Dragging himself to his feet, Jimin brushes off the interdimensional ether from his clothing. He can already feel the dull ache of the missing shard of his moonbeam in his soul. It’s almost all-consuming but a muffled whimper brings him back to the present.

Namjoon.

The fae darts around the bed, eager to give his love the good news but he stalls in his tracks, rendered speechless by the vision before him. Namjoon lies curled in a ball, cheeks tear stained and face puffy from crying. His normally golden skin is sallow, his deliciously plump lips are now dry and cracked. The man holds his pillow, Jimin’s pillow. His body trembles. Tiny whimpers escape his chapped lips.

“Dear heart?” Jimin drops to his knees noiselessly, hand brushing the hair from Namjoon’s face. “My sweet love, I’m here. Fret not. I’m here.”

Namjoon stirs, eyes fluttering weakly. It takes a few moments for him to shake the fog and for the fae to come into clear view.

“Jimin?”

Jimin feels it the moment his name is uttered. Their bond, strong and sure, throbs incessantly, like a heartbeat. A wave of white hot heat sears through the fae’s body as he watches Namjoon’s confusion as the same happens to him. 

Their bond is complete.

“You know my name,” the fae whispers, hands shaking, reaching for his love.

Namjoon moves faster than light, pulling Jimin to his chest and onto their bed, crushing him in his tight hold. 

“Our bond…” Namjoon breathes Jimin in, feeling how the string between them thrums with unbridled energy. He can feel Jimin’s heartbeat in his own chest, he can feel the love Jimin feels for him. It brings tears to his eyes. 

“You came back,” the professor sobs. “I thought I lost you forever. But you’re back. You came back to me.”

Jimin kisses Namjoon’s cheeks, his closed eyelids, his forehead. “I will always come back to you, my lovely. I’m never leaving you again.”

The professor peers up at him with sad eyes. “How do you know though? I-I can’t lose you, Jimin.”

The fae presses a kiss to Namjoon’s lips and then takes a deep breath. He explains how he was summoned back to the Enchanted Forest and the Unseelie Court and how he bargained to absolve his TaeTae from his wrongdoing. Namjoon tries to convince Jimin that there must be something they can do, that he can figure it out so Jimin could return home but the fae simply holds him, kissing his shoulder. 

“I am home,” he says quietly.

They remain in each other’s arms, allowing the silence to calm Namjoon’s fears and heartache. The professor’s sudden gasp startles the fae.

“What is it?” He asks, immediately concerned.

“Wings…”

Jimin turns his head, spying the full length mirror on the wall across from the bed. He sees Namjoon, broad and gorgeous, holding him. And he sees himself, his back. From nape to tailbone, the fae’s back is painted with a gorgeous array of greens, yellows and violets. His wings. The image comforts the fae. At least he has this little piece of his former life. 

Namjoon’s fingers trace the tattoo-like image on the fae’s back, holding back tears. “You gave up everything…for me?” The vastness of what Jimin has done for him, washes over Namjoon. “I never should have let you…I’m so sorry, Jimin.”

“I gave up a home that did not feel like home.” Jimin reassures him, bringing their hands to his heart. “And in return, I got you. My forever love.”

“But—”

“No buts.” The fae smiles brightly. “I am exactly where I am meant to be and I don’t regret anything, for every step and misstep along the way lead me to you.”

The kiss they share is one filled with promise, with hope, with love.

Namjoon sighs, relaxing against the fae. “I feel like I’m falling all over again.”

Jimin smiles, a sparkle in his emerald eyes. “Then fall, my love. Fall with me.”

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