Hyukoh's Comes and Goes dribbled through the room and Taehyung felt his toes twitching with the beat before his brain had completely understood the situation. The last thing he remembered was having a nice cryptical talk with Alice's grinning cat over a game of chess while puffing blue clouds. Now that he thought about it, he wondered why the chessboard only had had pawns and rooks. It had seemed so difficult to play.

Under heavy eyelids he glanced at the timer in the shape of a fat Santa Clause who looked like he had drowned his Christmas stress in something more illegal than alcohol, and suddenly he was wide awake and sprinting to the bathroom. He had a meeting with his boss. In one hour. And she was a strict one when it came to punctuality. Slightly dizzy from sleep and standing up so fast, he stumbled over a lost slipper and hit his head on the bathroom's doorframe with a loud bump. A husky groan of agony slipped from his lips and he pressed his hand against his nastily pulsing eyebrow waiting for the pain to decrease to a quiet throb, so he could think again. The white slipper lied innocently on the floor and pointed at him almost accusingly. Taehyung chuckled at the irony. He slipped on a slipper.

"Sorry, dude," he mumbled and saluted to his shoe before he opened the door of the bathroom and went inside.

When he saw his reflection in the mirror, he flinched in shock. His hair looked like he had stuck his fingers into a socket. Multiple times. He could even see small knots in his strands and cursed himself for having it grown out that much. After a long why-are-you-doing-this-to-me-whine directed to his reflection, he shambled to the shower while stripping off his pajama.

The warm water that massaged his shoulders pacified him with the stumble-start into the morning. But how could he have set his timer wrong? He always checked his calendar twice to not make any mistake, because his boss -just called The Miss by everyone- had shown him once what it meant to be late, and he did not need a repetition of that horror. Shaking his head in disbelief of his own stupidity, he began to wash out the shampoo.

But today seemed to hate him, because when he was half way through, the water turned ice-cold and made him scream out unmanly sounds while he tried to find the shower's tap blindly, hoping to hinder the soap from coming into his eyes by keeping them closed. But lucky as he was today, his right eye began to burn like hell and he had to hold his head into the freezing water to wash it out. His scalp hurt from the cold and goosebumps rose on his body. How did he deserve such a morning? Frowning deeply, he turned off the water.

"You okay?" Yoongi's voice suddenly asked from the other side of the shower cabin wall.

"You awake?" Taehyung asked back astounded. The Christmas fairy normally did not come out of his kitchen closet before he smelled lunch. They had built a little bed for the small man, and now he slept on a cupboard shelf between the mixer and several plastic boxes in one of the seldomly used top closets of the kitchen.

"I thought I heard a woman in need of rescue," the blue-haired said and a big fluffy towel came flying over the cabin wall towards Taehyung. He cringed at the comment of his little friend but mumbled a 'Thanks' when he grabbed the soft warm fabric and slung it around his trembling body.

"The water suddenly turned cold," he tried to justify his high-pitched morning-cacophony when he stepped out of the shower. Yoongi was sitting on the small shelf underneath the mirror, legs dangling down.

"Did you pay Bill?" the small man asked and tilted his head. The blue strands were still messy and sparkly, and the cat-like eyes looked puffy.

"Who's Bill?" Taehyung asked confused while toweling himself dry.

"I don't know, I never met him," the blue-haired replied. "When I ask you why you get up every morning so unhealthily early for work, you always say 'because I have to pay Bill, so we have warm water and elec-electy-electicy'?"

Taehyung broke into laughter. "Bills," he said. "For warm water and electricity."

Now, the fairy looked confused.

"I have to pay bills," Taehyung said, still grinning, "Not Bill."

"Are there many Bills? I thought you only pay one at the beginning of every month?" the small man asked.

Taehyung stopped smiling and looked at the blue-haired with furrowed brows and small eyes. Who was getting whom wrong right now?

With a confused shake of his head he stepped in front of the mirror. And gasped in horror. His right eye was red like someone had tried to suffocate him and his left eyebrow began to turn swollen and black. He looked like he had been in a nasty fist fight.

"Holy," Yoongi mumbled when he looked at him. "You sure you payed Bill? This rather looks like he punched you in the face." Taehyung sighed defeated.

"I hate mornings," he mumbled when he left the bathroom to get dressed. To top it all, The Miss wanted them to meet in a café on the damn other side of the city because it was more convenient for her considering her schedule for today.

"Can you make coffee?" he called out for his small friend while dressing up for work in a white button-down and black dress pants.

Yoongi hummed quietly while passing him on his way from the bath into the kitchen. "You're wearing different socks," the fairy said over its shoulder while entering the kitchen.

Taehyung looked down to his feet confused. Indeed. The left one was black and the other checked in navy and mold-green. Something about this morning seemed off, he thought while changing his socks, he just did not know what it was.

When he joined his small sparkly friend in the kitchen, the heavy smell of coffee already lingered in the air and eased his mind a little. Yoongi had once tried coffee what had resulted in the fairy getting hyperactive and sweating glitter. Taehyung had found it funny, but Yoongi had been a glittery tired mess after some hours and had sworn to never drink a drop of the black poison again. With a soft smile and his mind drifting in memories, Taehyung took the can and poured himself a cup. His friend had been so nice to already get out his favorite morning cup and he turned his head to nod at the small man in thanks. But when he did so, the lid of the coffee can came loose and dropped onto the small cup, making the brown liquid splash over the table and threaten to run over the edge.

The image of glittery Yoongi vanished like a popped bubble, and, caught by surprise, he held out a hand to catch the small trickle before it also ruined the floor and made more of a mess than it already did. "Yoongi, a cloth!" he called out for the fairy that had jumped up from the windowsill when he had heard the clatter. In a hurry, the blue-haired snapped a finger at the sink and made the cloth move towards the table to help Taehyung who still held out his hand to cup the brown drops. "I'm accursed," he mumbled, watching his snow-white cuff slowly turning brown.

"You should have stayed in bed today," his small friend said pityingly when he flew over to the table and saw the mess. "Come here."

Taehyung held out his ruined sleeve, and with another snap of the fairies fingers it was white again "Thanks," he mumbled.

His head hurt.

What an awful morning.

"Can I ruffle your hair?" he asked the fairy with a pout.

Yoongi sighed displeased but eventually held his head out for him to play with the fluffy blue strands. Slowly, the good mood came back to him when he saw the silvery glitter trickle down on the table, and a shy smile curved his lips. The small man was so cute.

"I love you," he whispered and received a gentle smile through a messy fringe.

When he had finally drowned the coffee and was ready to leave, his mood was at least brighter than the clouds outside. With a sigh, he straightened his back and grabbed the beige woolen coat from its hook on the door. Throwing it over his shoulders, he left the apartment with a muffled 'Bye' towards the blue-haired fairy which gave him a look like he was not sure whether he should let him out, or not. And he wished he could take his friend with him, but unfortunately most people did not react too well when confronted with magical things. Maybe he should ask Yoongi if he could shrink himself to fit into his pocket? That he could ruffle the blue hair whenever he was frustrated.

The elevator rattled softly when he pressed the button to call it, but, thinking about it a little longer, he disqualified the idea. With his luck today, the thing would get stuck, and he would get fired. So, he took the stairs instead to get into the underground garage and to his motor roller. He even hesitated to turn the vehicle on, scared of it to explode or to randomly disassemble itself under his weight. But to his surprise, the motor started without a problem and he could roll out of his parking lot and towards the exit. At least one thing was working out how it should. He already could see the little light from outside. But then his roller suddenly began to stutter. It coughed several times, sounding like the death rattle of a poor old engine, and then it died.

Taehyung stared up the ramp in front of him that led onto the street. The sudden silence after his machine had died was filled with the soft sough of the passing cars which were hidden from his sight. It was almost peaceful, but all he could think of was how he wanted to crawl back into bed and cuddle Yoongi.

He sighed. "I'm a lucky guy, not an idiot for forgetting to fuel up," he decided with a determined tone and jumped off his ramshackle vehicle to park it next to the exit. This way he could blame the traffic should he be late. One always had to see the positive side. But it was exceptionally hard today.

Pulling up his coat's collar, he went up the ramp by foot, buttoning his clothe against the cold wind and musing about how to get the roller to the fuel or the fuel to the roller. However. Right now, he had to find a taxi, but he got distracted when his fingers missed the next button, and when he looked down he had to realize that one was missing. Okay, this was enough. "Who's messing with me today?!" he screamed into the echoing garage, barking out all his frustration. 'Ay, ay, ay...' the garage shouted back, sounding almost scolding. He knew there had to be something wrong, but nothing happened when he looked around. With a sigh, his shoulders slumped down, and he gave up. His watch said he had half an hour to get to the café, so at least he was not fired, yet.

Five windy minutes later, he sat in the backseat of a taxi and sunk into the warm cozy upholstery. The car had heated seats, and he felt like today's disasters finally had an end. Snuggling into the comfortable warmth, he stared out of the window unfocused and allowed himself to doze off. There was enough time. And the wave of green light the taxi surfed on was calming. Apparently, not everything was bad today. Maybe he had just hit his head too hard this morning.

After some time, the taxi driver woke him up to tell him he was there. He thanked the man and handed him the money, then he glanced at his watch. Still half an hour time.

He felt his face fall in horror when he observed the watch's hand that showed the seconds. It twitched uselessly, stuck between forty-two and forty-three. For some strange reason it reminded Taehyung of dry coughing.

Cough, cough, cough...

He wheezed in agony and felt the crinkle between his eyebrows deepen (It felt like it would become permanent). When he wanted to ask the taxi driver for the time, he found the place where the car had been empty. But looking up, he saw the pink neon-sign of the café he was supposed to be in and began to sprint over to the entrance. A small woman with hot pink lips and dressed in a housemaid costume welcomed him behind the door.

"Hello, Sir, do you have a reservation?" she asked nicely, but when he saw his swollen black eye her smile faltered slightly.

"Can you tell me what time it is?" he pleaded with big eyes.

"Ten past nine," the girl said confused, and Taehyung rubbed over his face in resignation and groaned. "Don't worry, Sir. Our reservations are not cancelled when our customers come too late. It's a special day, after all."

Taehyung looked up confused. A special day? He glanced past the waitress and his jaw dropped. The whole café was plastered under pink and red décor that mostly showed hearts. Had his boss gone crazy? Why would she want to meet in such a place?

"What day is today?" he asked the girl that smiled again.

"Valentine's day, of course," she lilted happily.

Valentine's day. 14th of February.

He pulled out his phone and opened the calendar.

15th Feb. 9:00 The Miss, café Marie Antoinette

He did not know whether he should be crying or laughing. He decided to do both and hugged the waitress on top of it. The girl squeaked in confusion, but he was already running off before she could say something. He was freezing, but at least he was not fired. But it was little of a consolation, considering his head throbbed maddeningly and his right eye felt like someone had thrown a handful of sand at him.

After some steps he turned around again and went back. "Do you sell muffins?" he asked hopefully.

"Um, yeah," the girl said eying him with suspicion in her gaze.

"Perfect," he said and walked past her into the café.

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Yoongi was lying on the couch and listening to the hard rain that hit the living room's window when he heard the door of the apartment open. Curiously, he looked over the backrest of the couch.

"You're already back?" he asked a drenched Taehyung who held his briefcase in one hand and a wet white paper back in the other.

The other just hummed and sniffed. He looked so pitiable with the hair plastered to his face and the black eye that shimmered under the fringe. Yoongi felt the urge to hug him. But before he even was in the air to fly across the room, an odd splatch sound echoed through the room and a soggy pink muffin with wet pieces of paper covered the floor next to Taehyung's feet with what was left of it.

With another sniff his human let himself fall on his butt next to the pink heap with heart sprinkles and began to sob quietly, head hanging low. Yoongi was horrified. What had happened in the time his friend had been alone? Within the blink of an eye he was next to the tall man and tried to wipe away the tears that dripped down from the long nose.

"What happened?" he asked softly. "Do you want to ruffle my hair?"

But his big human just slung his arms around him and rolled onto his side to lay down on the doormat. Unsure of what to do, Yoongi just dried the wet clothes with a wink of his hand and snuggled into the crook of Taehyung's neck. He had warned the man. Work was no good.

But then he saw a flash of red from the corner of his eye and heard the soft whisper of wings, and Taehyung seemed to have seen it as well because the man sat up and looked into the direction of the disaster muffin. And when Yoongi turned around in the embrace his jaw dropped as well.

There stood another fairy and held out a perfect muffin with an apologetical face. But apart from the glittering wings the other fairy looked nothing like him. It had pitch-black hair and wore a bright red coat over black leather clothes. Even the boots were made of leather. Yoongi glanced at his socks in slippers.

"I'm sorry," the black-haired said with a voice as soft as feathers. "I went too far."

Yoongi tilted his head to look up at Taehyung, but the human just stared at the other fairy flabbergasted. "Who are you?" the tear-stained voice of his friend asked.

"I'm Jungkook. I'm a Valentine's fairy," the black-haired said shyly.

Slowly Yoongi understood the gesture with the muffin. This idiot of a fairy had ruined his precious human's day! With a growl he freed himself from Taehyung's grip and landed in front of the other small man. Furious, he took the cake from the slightly taller and stared at him angrily.

"You ruined my friend's day. You made him cry, you fickle excuse of a fairy," he growled and poked a finger into the leather-jacket-chest. And towards Taehyung, "Shall I freeze him?"

But the human just stared at them with the corners of his mouth hanging down. "Why did you do that, Jungkook?" he asked quietly. Yoongi so wanted to wipe the sadness out of the face he loved so much. It hurt to see his friend like this. He should be smiling his boxy-smile and explain nonsensical things to him like electicy while eating pancakes.

"I'm a valentine's fairy, and every time you dumb humans get divorced, one of us dies," the raven said with crossed arms and pushed his chin forward. "So, every valentine's day I'm taking revenge on a couple for killing us."

"But I don't have anyone," Taehyung said, obviously not understanding why he was this year's target.

The raven fairy looked at his feet. "I understood that too late," it said quietly and chewed on his lip. The 'I'm sorry' was barely audible this time.

Some seconds of silence followed the confession.

"You hurt me, and you ruined my day," Taehyung finally said. "Get out." And he pointed at the window. Yoongi nodded satisfied. This dumb valentine's fairy did not deserve better.

With a snap of his hand he opened the window and pointed out into the rain. "Leave," he growled at the raven. And with hanging shoulders, the other small man flew out of the apartment and onto the windowsill, and Yoongi shut the window with a loud thud into the raven's sad face.

"Let's make pancakes," he suggested with a smile and pushed Taehyung into the kitchen.

Placing the pink muffin on the table, he opened the drawers and cupboards with all the ingredients and began to mix the paste. When the hard part came, Taehyung got up from the kitchen chair and helped him stirring all the ingredients to a fluffy mix. And when the first fried pancake was filling the small room with its sweet smell, his friend's lips curled upwards again. Satisfied he sat on his human's shoulder.

Ten minutes later, they were hunched over a heap of golden pancakes and munched happily. But Yoongi could see Taehyung's eye ghosting over the pink muffin over and over again.

"Do you want to let him in again?" he asked, not sure if they had been too hard to the other fairy. Wet wings were something truly ugly.

Taehyung sighed and swallowed the rest of the pancake he had been chewing on. Then the tall man stood up and went into the living room to open the window. Yoongi looked over his friend's shoulder. A wet fairy with hanging wings sat on the small metal ledge, slightly trembling.

"I'll forgive you for ruining my day if you let me ruffle your hair and make more of those muffins," Taehyung said to the drenched raven mop that instantly turned around to him. Yoongi smiled at the soft heart of his human. Taehyung was an adorable idiot. But he loved him for that.

His friend already held out his pinky to shake the other fairy's hand. And the small Valentine's fairy looked at the tall man with big eyes.

"Okay," the feathery voice said then and the raven stood up and shook the pinky.

In the next second, Taehyung ruffled through the wet black hair while chuckling, and red glitter littered the wet windowsill.

"This is so cute," the human squealed and laughed happily.

And Yoongi saw the adoration in the other fairy's eyes. Satisfied he flew back to the kitchen, listening to the window closing and heavy steps following him.

"Do you like pancakes?" Taehyung asked their guest.

"Absolutely," the raven said and landed on the table, eying the cakes hungrily. "Thank you," he whispered with shiny eyes.

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