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Namjoon loves the park for many reasons.
He loves the fresh air, because who doesn’t?
He loves the smell of grass.
He loves the noise of happy kids and dogs’ barks.
However, all these reasons aren’t enough to make him leave the comfort of his apartment and go there, but one last reason is why he does it.
“Oh my God are you the prettiest?” Taehyung whines as he peeks from Namjoon’s pocket, trying to see the flower clearly.
Namjoon rolls his eyes, “you said that about the last four flowers we saw.”
Jungkook gasps and shushes him, looking concerned, “they will hear you.”
“You don’t understand,” Taehyung sighs fondly at the flowers, “this one is blue,” he points at himself, “ blue ! we are connected.”
There is a gasp coming from his other pocket and Namjoon is glad the park is empty at this time.
“Daisies!” Jimin breathes out, eyes full of wonder. Namjoon smiles.
“Pretty,” Jungkook mumbles calmly as he looks too.
Namjoon knows that fairies love flowers, he doesn’t remember how the information reached him, but it’s logical, really. pretty creatures loving pretty stuff like flowers.
However, nothing prepared him for how crazy his fairies will go when they see them.
“Kookie, put one on my hair.” Jimin points at the daisies and Jungkook’s eyes widen with happiness at the idea before nodding and flying to the daisies.
Namjoon checks around once again, still empty. That’s great.
“I thought we were against killing flowers.” He says and kneels next to Jungkook
Jimin and Taehyung immediately shush him and eye the flowers as if they believe they can hear them. Maybe they can.
“They can’t feel ,” Taehyung explains in a whisper.
“And we are just helping them. we’re taking them to a prettier place,” Jimin adds.
“You mean your hair?”
Jimin gasps with offense, “no, I meant keep them close to us, fairies . flowers are always happier when they are with us.”
“Or that's what you want to believe,” Namjoon says, just to tease them. The looks on their faces are always priceless when he does that.
“You know nothing, little human.” Taehyung glares at him and Namjoon scoffs.
“Sure, I am the little one here.”
“you’re making fun of our size again?”
“Yes, you’re gonna fight me with your tiny fists?”
“We can burn down your place, namjoon.” Jimin points his finger at him. Namjoon smiles, and Jimin’s eyes immediately move to his dimple. Namjoon does that often, knowing that the fairies are weak for his dimple and would always get distracted by it.
Jimin sighs and looks away. Namjoon pets his head with the tip of his finger gently. Jimin looks like he’s trying not to blush.
He hears a huff and looks towards the source, just to find Jungkook struggling with pulling the tiny daisy. His wings are flattering behind him so quickly and his cheeks are puffing cutely. Namjoon finds it hard not to coo, although he enjoys the sight for a few seconds before stepping in.
“Hey, let me help you,” he kneels and pulls 3 daisies with ease, Jungkook pouting next to his hand.
“There you go,” he handed him the flowers, “pretty flowers for a pretty boy,” if Namjoon doesn't know Jungkook enough he’d assume that the blush on his cheeks is from the heat.
“Thank you,” Jungkook sniffs and grabs the three stems, jimin and Taehyung fly next to him.
“Me too,” Taehyung scowls.
“What?”
“Call me that.”
“Call you what?”
Taehyung crosses his arms, “you’re doing it on purpose.”
“Am I?” Namjoon smiles cheekily. His dimple is doing its job again.
Taehyung pouts and looks away, “nevermind.”
“Don’t be mad, pretty one.”
Taehyung lowers his head and smiles, “shut up.”
Jimin hugs Taehyung’s waist and leans towards him, “he’s right, you’re pretty.”
“I know,” Taehyung leans to the touch. Namjoon loves it when they do that.
He goes back to helping Jungkook. He cuts the stems of the flowers since that needs “ a lot of strength ” as they said, then hands them back to Jungkook.
“Are you sure they will fit on your hair?” Namjoon asks and looks closely for smaller daisies. When he doesn’t hear an answer he looks at them and finds Jungkook and Jimin trying to force the flower behind Taehyung’s hair who looks in pain.
He snorts.
“Maybe we need to tie it with something,” Jimin says “Joonie will figure it out for you.”
Namjoon rolls his eyes, “yea, Joonie does everything for us.”
“You won’t?”
“I will I will,” he stands and pats his jeans, “of course I will.”
“Thank you,” Taehyung chirps and flies to his shoulder, holding the flower behind his ear so it doesn’t fall.
Namjoon loves going to the park.
After one more round, they went back home after insisting that Namjoon should get them ice cream. Namjoon reminded them about what happened the last time they ate some and how their glitters filled the apartment without fading for two days. Jimin said it looked magical and Jungkook agreed shyly. So he gave in like he always does, and bought them ice cream
The flowers ended up in a small “jar” as Taehyung likes to call it, even though Namjoon told him many times that it’s a salt sprinkler. They added water and Namjoon suggested adding sugar to make the flowers live longer, Jimin brushed it away and said the flowers won’t die as long as they are close to the fairies.
He can’t wait to find out if it’s real or some other bullshit they made up just to brag about their magic like they always do.
-
“Let me guess,” Namjoon says as he watches Jimin walking slowly towards his bed. It’s funny how he chose to use his legs when he can easily fly to him, “you want to watch animals clips on my phone?”
Jimin smiles shyly and tilts his head, “can I?”
Namjoon wants to say no, to tease him, to make him mad so he can laugh a little, “of course you can,” he ends up saying because Jimin looks so soft right now under the lamplight. He is nothing but a weak human. He admits it.
“Thank you thank you,” the yellow fairy flies to the bed easily and Namjoon scoots a bit, even though it’s not needed since the space Jimin takes is smaller than his palm.
“Kookie wanted to join but he slept,” Jimin says, “but I couldn’t sleep. I needed this.”
“Me too,” Namjoon says, and it’s true. As much as he pretends to complain about Jimin’s late night visits to his bed, he always enjoys seeing Jimin glued to the phone screen and whining over every cute animal. Namjoon learned that he loves kittens the most. He thinks it suits him.
He dimmers the lights and grabs his phone from the nightstand.
Jimin’s wings are flattering happily as he watches Namjoon’s movement. The moment he lies back on the bed Jimin flies to his chest and sits there.
“Kittens!” he says and Namjoon laughs, giving the fairy a light pat on his head. Jimin closes his eyes and hums.
“Don’t you wanna watch something else?”
Jimin’s shoulders slump, “I told you I don’t like puppies,”
“What about bunnies?”
Jimin gasps. Namjoon can tell it’s a good suggestion from the way his wings raise slightly. “Bunnies playing with kittens?” he breathes out with awe and turns his head to Namjoon as if asking is it possible?
Namjoon chuckles slightly. Nothing could beat an excited Jimin. No matter how much he gives him a hard time, he can’t help but admire him.
“Let’s see if we can find something.”
He types down and scrolls through the videos slowly so Jimin can choose.
“I want this,” Jimin points at one with a gray bunny and a brown kitten, “and this, and this!” he looks back at Namjoon with a pout, “can we watch them all?”
“Of course.”
Jimin claps once excitedly and turns back to the screen, taking a deep breath, “let’s watch the first one.”
Namjoon clicks and they watch it together. Jimin would gasp with awe at everything these animals do. After the third clip he decides that bunnies are his second favorite after kittens.
Then there is a clip of a kitten hiding from the bunny and jumping to scare him while the bunny is munching on some lettuce, Jimin looks like he’s about to cry.
Namjoon feels his eyes getting heavier with every second. The cute music playing from the video and Jimin’s hushed comments makes him feel at peace. He doesn’t fight it.
The last thing he hears from Jimin is something about Jungkook and the bunny, he isn’t sure, but he thinks that Jungkook somehow looks like a bunny.
They should discuss that tomorrow.