You're a what?!

"Who are you?", Yoongi asked, realizing that was what most people would have normally inquired after a stranger pushed them out of the way of a raging car instead of spending five minutes laying on a cold wet road, ferociously hoping they were dead.

The boy scoffed.

"Finally, you asked. I'm Jimin."

He extended his hand. Yoongi wasn't a fan of unnecessary skinship but he figured a handshake wasn't too big a deal for someone who had just saved his life although he would have preferred otherwise.

"And I'm a fairy!", he added happily when Yoongi withdrew his hand after shaking it briefly, opening his mouth to introduce his own self.

"You're a what?", Yoongi spluttered, his eyes finally falling to the small wings attached to the boy's back. They seemed to be made of...small glowing feathers, not too bright to be seen from afar but glimmering a little in the dim streetlight. His brain did a double take.

Once again in life, he couldn't pin point where he went wrong.