Jimin sighed and rubbed at his face, glaring down at the file in his lap. He had been sure that all Yoongi needed was a slight push in the right direction, but now that he knew that Yoongi needed a forceful shove into Hoseok's arms, he was becoming discouraged. Seokjin had promised to help him as much as he could, but Jimin was still unsure as to whether or not he would complete the mission. Jimin knew he was shit at playing the love doctor, he knew that he would be better suited as a nymph, or even a fairy, but he couldn't help that both his mother and father had been matchmakers. He was born into the profession, and there was nothing he could do to change the fact. For the time being, Jimin was just going to have to try his best to help Hoseok so he could keep his wings.
A soft ring rang out through the apartment and Jimin perked up, immediately recognizing the sound The Great Book makes when trying to connect the mortal world to the super natural world. He shoved the file off his lap and sat patiently, waiting for Seokjin's voice to appear. Suddenly Jimin heard the beginnings of a conversation, and upon listening for a minute he realized he was eavesdropping on the middle of a conversation, a conversation he wasn't supposed to hear.
"You can't just steal his wings, it's unjust." Seokjin said. Jimin immediately recognized the frustration in his voice, and Jimin leant forward, as if he too was sat at the large table in the council hall, not on a bright pink beanbag chair in his room.
"It's not stealing, Seokjin. It's revocation of his wings due to carelessness." Jimin made a squeak of protest, and he prayed that whomever had rang him set it up so the council couldn't hear him. "Carelessness, and inability to set any two people together. He couldn't even make a married couple fall in love, Seokjin. We can't keep him around when there's a million other families having children that can and will preform better than him."
"He's trying and you're not even giving him a proper chance!" Seokjin yelled. Jimin flinched – Seokjin never yelled. "He's been on this mission for two days, give him more time!"
Jimin sighed and picked himself up off the beanbag chair. He shrugged off the jacket Seokjin gave him, watching as the enchanted leather fell to the floor and his wings appeared. They were short and stubby, hardly protruding father than his shoulders. The bottom feathers were torn and tattered from numerous crash landings and years of being smashed between two idiots who loved group hugs. (Jimin had cried the first time Jungkook and Taehyung had crinkled his feathers, thinking that he would never be able to fly again. He was only nine at the time, yet he still cringes at the memory.)
"We cannot afford to have him fail this mission, Seokjin." Jimin glared at his wings, purposely flitting them pathetically. Perhaps he didn't deserve his wings. He hadn't taken proper care of them, nor had he done anything to actually earn his wings.
"He won't, I'll make sure he doesn't. But don't give up on him yet." Jimin was completely tuned out of the conversation, hearing but not really absorbing anything. He shook his wings out, and he could practically hear the organ wheezing from days of rest and suffocation under the heavy jacket.
"I wonder," Jimin whispered to himself, flapping his wings slightly. Would they still work in the mortal world? Jimin jumped off the ground a little and squealed in delight as he hovered in the air. He dropped back down onto the ground and grabbed his jacket, watching as the magic covered his wings once more. He almost frowned, but then remembered what he was set out to do, and smiled brightly.
Jimin ran out of his apartment and to the elevator. He danced around waiting for it to open before remembering that he was not at home, and he had to press the button to make the seemingly magic box appear. Jimin slammed his thumb against the button and giggled to himself when the elevator dinged. Part of him loved the mortal world and all it's fun noises, but he didn't love the fact that he always had to remember a key to get into his room.
Jimin looked at all the buttons in the elevator, trying to decide which one would take him to the roof. He started pressing all of them, until every button was lit up. The elevator jerked him around, opening up on random floors that looked to be nowhere near where he wanted to be. Finally, after six tries, the elevator opened up the a small hallway and a sign that said 'roof access' and a big red arrow. Jimin stepped out of the elevator and quickly ran up the staircase, shoving the door open with all his might.
The cool air immediately whipped into his hair and Jimin smiled. This was perfect flying weather. Let the wind carry you, Jimin's mom had told him when he was learning how to fly, it's much easier that way, and you don't have to do any work.
Jimin hopped onto the ledge of the building and looked out over the city. It was nearing the end of the day and the car headlights and restaurant signs burned brightly, lighting up the busy streets. Jimin moved to take his jacket off, his wings itching under the fabric, when a string pair of arms wrapped themselves around his waist and dragged him away from the edge.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Jimin looked up at the person holding onto him and blushed when he saw that it was Hoseok, glaring down at him harshly.
"T-this isn't what it looks like, Hoseok, I swear." Jimin stuttered out, pulling away from the older boy. He was embarrassed, blood spreading from the tips of his ears to his toes. Hoseok looked really, really mad, and Jimin didn't have a good explanation as to why he was about to throw himself off the roof.
"Really? Because to me it looks like you were about to jump off the a goddamn building. Are you fucking crazy?" Hoseok asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Jimin wrinkled his nose – Hoseok's file said nothing about him being such a potty mouth. Jimin was uncomfortable.
"Would you stop cursing for like two seconds, please." Jimin said, reaching up to tug at his hair. He didn't have a plan in case anyone had caught him, he didn't think anyone would be on the roof. "Why are you on the roof anyway?"
"Why were you about to throw yourself off the roof?" Hoseok fired back, sass dripping off his tongue in practically visible waves. Because I was trying to fly, Jimin wanted to say, but that would make him look even worse.
"I asked you first," Jimin said meekly. Hoseok rolled his eyes and turned around, pointing towards a small alcove. Jimin squinted and saw a small box that was sparking slightly.
"My cable went out, figured it was because of the wind. If it blows a certain way it flips the breaker. I came up here to fix it, thank god I didn't send Yoongi like I usually do. He would have killed you." Hoseok said. He started walking back towards the box and Jimin followed behind him.
"I thought you didn't live in this apartment complex? And why would Yoongi have killed me? He doesn't seem like the violent sort." Jimin knew that was a lie, Yoongi seemed rather intimidating to him, but Jimin was also weak in spirit so everyone intimidated him.
"I practically live with Yoongi, idiot couldn't even take care of a goldfish. I'm forever afraid he'll go weeks forgetting to eat or shower. He buries himself in his work, it's not healthy." Hoseok sighed and shook his head, and Jimin could see just how much Hoseok worried about the older boy. "And as for the killing you bit, Yoongi doesn't tolerate stupidity. He believes that if someone wants to die, the least they can do is try to help themselves before ruining the lives of everyone around them. Suicide does more than just end the life of the one committing, Jimin. Think about your parents, siblings, friends, even the people you used to go to school with. What would they do without you, and your chubby cheeks, and your fucking blinding ass smile? Even though Yoongi and I just met you, we'd both be upset. Suicide doesn't just affect you, Jimin."
"Oh." Jimin said quietly, looking over his shoulder at the ledge. He hadn't been expecting all of that, maybe just a "Yoongi doesn't like sad people," but definitely not a whole spiel about people who care about him and how Yoongi and Hoseok already cared about him. Jimin almost smiled, but then realized he was being lectured and bit the inside of his cheek.
"Don't be an idiot Jimin, people care about you. People who have anything bad to say don't matter. Keep that in mind." Hoseok said. Jimin nodded and watched as Hoseok punched at the box repeatedly until it stopped sparking. "I'm going to head back down, you're not going to try and toss yourself off the roof again, right?"
"That's not what I was doing–" Jimin but down on his tongue and nodded a few times. Hoseok squeezed his shoulder once and nodded before leaving the roof. Jimin immediately ran back to the edge of the roof and shrugged off his jacket. He kicked it under a miscellaneous cardboard box and shook out his wings. The wind felt nice blowing through his feathers, and Jimin sighed in content.
"Here goes nothing," Jimin whispered before jumping off the building. His wings caught in the wind and carried him to the next building, and Jimin grinned happily. If there was one thing he loved more than Seokjin's special fairy dust cakes, it was flying. Usually he had Taehyung or Jungkook with him so it wasn't very peaceful, but flying above the noisy city by himself calmed him down and cleared his head. He may not be the best matchmaker of the bunch, but he'd make Yoongi fall in love. He'd get Hoseok his happily ever after. He was sure of it.