For the sake of your own sanity, you retreated as soon as Mingyu entered your home.

He had done so with  an obnoxiously loud, "Hello Y/N!" and a light slap against your ass as soon as you opened the door. Taemin had grinned and greeted his friend, because apparently it's okay when friends slap each other's girlfriend's asses.

You had quickly disappeared, without the two men noticing, walking down the staircase into the basement of the apartment building, with the goal of keeping yourself busy while those brainless dogs where doing what-so-ever in your home.

It was eerily quiet down here, the entire room full of old furniture and forgotten boxes. This was the place where the inhabitants of the building stored their things after their move here, so it was unsurprisingly stuffy.

You walked past the set of washing machines, your steps muffled in the cramped room. You thought to hear the faint noise of water drops falling against stone, but you couldn't see much in the dim light.

While you were searching for the booth that had been home to your stuff for two years now, your mind wandered back to the pink-head - Jimin - and his utterly strange behavior today.

You had really wanted to make up and start over again, but apparently Jimin had other things in mind, though it was admittedly hard to tell, because that idiot just fucking ran away.

A little 'ah' escaped your mouth when you found the boxes that had your name on it, hands reaching for a random one as you made yourself comfortable on a old sofa cushion.

Places like this used to be your only escape back then, when your dad became too much or you didn't want to look into the pitying faces anymore.

It just seemed appropriate to you that, now where your boyfriend - the person that was supposed to love and understand you - was the person you could stand the least, you went back here in search of escape.

The thought that you needed to 'escape' from your partner alone made you sad and you quickly opened the box you had grabbed earlier, digging through it's insides.

It were mainly old clothes, but you also found one or two books, but what eventually caught your attention was-

"Mom's scarf?"

You carefully lifted the purple item up to your face, wondering how this had gotten into your moving boxes.

You closed your eyes and buried your noise into the soft silk. It smelled a bit musty, but you could still clearly smell the perfume of your mother, throat immediately tightening when you realized it.

"How'd you get in here, huh?" You said out loud, voce hoarse all of a sudden.

The memory of your mom had always been a painful one, that you'd banned to the very back of your mind, where it couldn't hurt you. It's been ten years and you came to accept her death, but sudden, blunt reminder, like the scarf you held in your hands meekly, where still like a punch in the gut.

"Ah, right." You remembered, smiling weakly through wet eyes, "I stole it from her when- when-"

You tried to remember, but it was all a bit fuzzy, of course, since it's been -what? - fourteen years?

Too long to remember, but it were memories like that that stuck a life time, right?

You closed your eyes one more time, inhaling the scent of your dear mother's perfume, trying to awake the memories that came with it.

You remembered a starry night and your small feet tapping over cold tiles. You also remembered the song your mom would always sing to you.

Once, you read that scents and memories are always very closely linked, through the anatomy of the brain and that there is a scent connected to any memory, that can trigger it easily.

You felt like thrown back into your mother's arms, could almost hear her sweet voice singing to you, but also-

oh

how weird

You thought to remember talking to a little, pink haired fairy boy vividly, but that was impossible.

He had been a product of the imagination of a lonely kid, one of many other imaginative friends.

But in your memory he seemed almost real.

"That's not possible," You mumbled, a small amused smile on your face.

Jimin.

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fuck 

fuck 

fuck

"FUCK!"

The glass shattered when it touched the wall where Jimin had thrown it at, hundreds of broken pieces sparkling in the sun.

That's not how he imagined it to go. That's not how he'd wanted it to go.

I never asked to see her again.

Jimin thought bitterly.

Yet fate seems to hate me, as always.

Now he also remembered the name of that idiot girl. Y/N.

Of course he didn't want to see her again.

She was the reason why he got thrown out of paradise, why he was doomed to live as a misfit in a superficial, judgmental world of humans. Why he had to bother with the chore of living like a human, with all the hate and suffering that it brought with it.

She was the reason why his innocent child dreams of humans got violently destroyed.

And it wasn't only that.

"You fucking left me behind." Jimin took another glass, "You just forgot about me - Your fairy!" He threw it against his wall, an angry shatter echoing through his tiny apartment.

It was true; one night, when he wanted to meet her again she just didn't turn up. Little Jimin waited an entire week for her, only to realize that she had forgotten about him all of a sudden, without an explanation, breaking his little fairy heart.

Shortly after, he reached maturity in the fairy realm and was exiled for getting himself named.

All because of her.

Jimin sank down onto the floor, head banging against the kitchen counter as he leaned back, thousands of shards surrounding him like a fog of glitter.

"I never asked for this." The fairy whimpered, "Why'd you have to do this to me."

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