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It isn’t the fluttering of wings the speed of a hummingbird against his nose that wakes him up, or by inhaling a cloud of yellow pixie dust as he has grown accustomed to in recent mornings. He awakes with a start and lunges for his phone before the ringtone disturbs Yeonjun’s sleep.

Kai has no business calling him at six in the morning when there is a pixie sized pixie laying on his pillow.

“What is it?” Soobin asks quietly. 

“You saw the news, right?” Kai asks. “The—were you asleep?”

“It’s the middle of the night. Yeonjun’s sleeping too. What is it?”

“Shit, okay. I’ll send you the link. You need to—are you sleeping in the same bed?”

“Yeah, Mom, I am. I’m sleeping next to my boyfriend. ” Soobin smiles into his pillow. His pixie boyfriend. Sort of. Not yet. He only broke up with his human boyfriend a few days ago, yet his time with Yeonjun seems to pick up where it left of, as if Soobin has not grown and changed as a human and Yeonjun has not come back with a giant pair of wings and an amount of dust that would last him ten of Soobin’s lifetimes. 

“Hey, I’m not trying to tell you what—wait, you explicitly said he wasn’t your boyfriend.”

“Can you finish a complete sentence, please?” Soobin rubs his eyes, fighting to keep them open. “Just, tell me what you saw.”

“Wait, then that that mean you…did you really bang the pixie?”

“Please don’t say it like that. And no! We haven’t… No. Why are you calling me?”

“Your pixie boyfriend is on the news. Again.”

Soobin shoots up from the pillow. Yeonjun stirs. Thankfully, he hasn’t woken yet, still wrapped in his wings as a blanket and curled into himself for warmth. Soobin wants to pet him like he’s a sleeping cat.

“Whatever it is, it’s fake. He’s been with me the whole time.”

“This happened years ago.”

Yeonjun did lots of news worthy things during their time together. He can’t think of anything that would justify a phone call before sunrise.

Except combust a police cruiser the night they met.

“Is it the cop car thing?”

“You knew about this!”

Soobin leans the phone away to avoid permanent ear damage.

“I’m not here to judge you, but, come on, a cop car? He tried to kill two cops—”

“He didn’t!” Soobin yells, then winces and checks on Yeonjun. Still sleeping. He lowers his voice and says, “He waited until they were out of the car. I watched him do it.”

“Oh, well, then it’s fine. As long as you watched him do it.”

“Cool. Goodnight—”

“What the hell were you thinking? Did you even consider, I don’t know, dash cams? Security tapes? Witnesses?”

Soobin remembers the first time he met Yeonjun like it was last night. He remembers how starstruck he was, too entranced by Yeonjun’s magic and dust to think about things as trivial as being caught for criminal activity. 

“I don’t know, okay? I’m sorry. It was years ago. We were having fun, and if I tried to stop him, he might have killed me.”

“The man who you let sleep in your bed would have tried to kill you if you told him not to blow up a car in the middle of the street in broad daylight.”

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