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Faerie!Suga (Working Title)

This is the start of a multi-chapter fic that I began way back in the summer. I’m in the process of finishing the first chapter and deciding what the actual plot is going to be. For now, Suga is a faerie, Y/N is a little girl, and, somehow, them meeting will change the course of their entire lives. 

Suga x Reader (in future chapters)

Words: 2379

Genre/Warnings: None

Chapter: Prologue

Prologue

Precariously surrounded by prickers and tall thorny bushes, you delicately lifted the leaves and branches in search of the brightest, deepest red, raspberries. This was one of your favorite parts about the summer. With school out and your mornings free to explore the forest in your backyard, you told yourself you would come to the forest everyday to snack on the raspberries you’d pick.

With your basket nearly half full and the raspberry bush by the stream stripped of all the ripe ones, you moved on to the clearing that you only just discovered in this first venture into the forest. A short walk, no more than 20 feet or so away from the running water was the round glade, with only a few rocks in the center and surrounding bushes and trees on the circumference, an anomaly on the forest floor that you believed simply made it easier to pick the raspberries.

The first bush you walked up to, randomly and away from the small space to enter the clearing, was thick and the leaves were droopy and full. You crouched down in front of it starting from the bottom, determined to fill your basket as best you could. Each branch and each leaf you moved up and over was thoroughly inspected. A rush of excitement ran through you and caused your grip on the basket to tighten when you noticed a rather large bunch of crimson flash before your eyes as you mistakenly released a fuzzy, drooping leaf that held them. As if there was a rush to get this particular bunch of raspberries, you repositioned yourself on your feet into a crouch so your arm had better access through the prickers of the bush. You knew you had to be careful, however - you didn’t want your excitement to cause the bunch to fall to the ground if you tried too hurriedly and carelessly to pluck one. So, you opted for the entire, fragile branch which held seven perfectly sculpted wild caps. You did not expect however, what the empty space of the missing branch and leaf would reveal.

Your eyes widened, the raspberries completely forgotten as you laid your eyes on the strangest dragonfly you had ever seen. Or was it a butterfly? A moth? Insects never really bothered you or grossed you out, and this one certainly did not either. But you cocked your head at the peculiar sight. You did not know moths rested in leaf hammocks, and you might have thought it was a cocoon had it not revealed a small human face between strangely shiny wings and a complete, yet tiny, human body dressed in what could only be the very leaves that shaded the woods. But you stared more intently at the face of a boy with green hair and pale skin and fast asleep.

Perhaps you had just never gotten close enough to a butterfly or a moth or a cocoon to notice the details of their face, but you were sure they weren’t as beautiful and as human as this. You placed your basket down carefully next to you, but never tore your eyes from the strange creature before you, no bigger than the size of your mother’s hand that held your small one when you walked the busy streets of the city.

Your first instinct was to reach your pointer finger out and touch him - and what else would it be for a fearless, curious, adventurous young kid when they see something new and exciting? More than anything you wanted the small creature to open its eyes and see you as you were seeing him. You opted to start with his wings: silver and greys mixing with browns and vibrant spots of green, shimmering and dusty like a butterfly but without the rainbow colors. You wanted to feel the softness of his wings and if the shining silver of his wings would rub off onto your finger. So with hesitation, but overrun with curiosity and bravery, you reached your right pointer finger through the branches like any kid would prod at the unknown - with physical touch - and delicately slid your finger right onto the middle of the wing, splayed out in all it’s wonder. Except your touch was more of a clumsy jab from your unstable crouch on the forest floor. The moment your finger made contact with the wing, it retracted and engulfed part of his body, causing him to shift in, what appeared to be, his sleep. You pulled back almost simultaneously as your heart raced and eyes widened at the sudden motion. But after your chest settled you were only more determined to understand this strange thing in front of you.

This time, you settled on your hands and knees, sticking your head right into the raspberry bush and although your balance was no better with one hand reaching out to touch the tiny boy with wings, at least your face was close enough to determine that he was, in fact, real.

This time, rather than just your pointer finger, you prodded the folded wing with three of your small fingers, as gently as you could, stroking the soft, almost feather-like shimmer of the wings. This time though, he didn’t move at all, and your hesitation was being washed over again with determination. You nudged him to the side, almost as if you were going to scoop him up, but you hadn’t the courage - yet. Lucky for you, you wouldn’t have to. He shifted over so his entire body was facing your wide eyes, but your hand remained at his side and on his wing and his eyes finally opened.

“Oh shit.”

At that, you gasped and squealed, flying backwards onto your butt and hands catching your balance on the mossy forest floor. You didn’t really know what to expect and maybe it was just what you thought it was: an actual, miniature sized boy, with wings and green hair, and speaking words, a very bad word too, you thought. Just as fast as you fell back in surprise, however, you crawled right back to the bush, not wanting him to fly away or disappear. To your surprise, and luck,, he was already emerging from behind the fuzzy raspberry leaves.

“Hey, hey! Little girl! Come back over here.” His voice was at a hushed tone and urgent whisper, but somehow it carried to your ears as if he was a normal sized person, right there in front of you. Or better yet, in your ears and surrounding you. You couldn’t begin to fathom how that was possible because you had more important things to worry about in that moment.

“Who are you?” You asked, closely to his small body and mimicking his whisper, even though there was no one around. But your thumping heart and wide eyes and stiff body was cause for your involuntary reciprocation.

The small boy with butterfly wings, however, was taken aback. Never did he imagine the first words coming from the girl’s mouth, or any human’s for that matter, to ask who he was rather, he expected to be asked what he was.

“I’m uh…” He reached behind his head to scratch the back of his neck, uncertainty written on his face as he looked around - at anything but your face. “My name is Min Yoongi,” he said quietly

He had opened his mouth prepared to explain the peculiar sight this human girl was seeing in front of her, not to say his name. From the stories and lessons he’d been taught his entire life, humans couldn’t understand the unusual, the unknown, and that was, of course, exactly what he was.

If possible, the young girl got even closer.

“Oh, my name is Y/N!” You were still whispering.

“Look -”

“Why do you have wings?

“I’m -”

“Why are you so small?”

The creature who called himself Min Yoongi, knew, at this point, it was too late to fly away. You had already seen him, taken a good, long, look and he had already spoken to you, and he cursed himself, knowing well the consequences if anyone found out about this interaction. “So why didn’t you just fly away, you idiot?” He had the perfect chance when they had startled each other moments ago. Yet he felt the need to explain himself to the girl, explain what you were seeing, that, no, it was not your imagination, and in the moment of panic, his instincts failed him and he beckoned the human back to him. He realized the gravity of the mistake he made.

“Hello? Can’t you talk again?” You stuck your finger out to him, getting his attention, and he jumped away, just barely out of your reach.

“Hey! Little girl!” He snapped back at you and settled back down on the leaf near your face. “Listen, um…” Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck again, looking around cautiously as if the answer of knowing what to do next lay somewhere in the forest around them. “You can’t, by any chance… forget this all happened?” And upon the words that fell from his mouth, he smacked his own forehead, shaking his head. He knew there was a way to take a human’s memory away. The elders would know how, but he definitely wasn’t going to bring you to them.

“My name is Y/N!” you retorted.

“Okay, whatever,” he responded quickly and offhandedly, his mind too cluttered and panicked at the moment to care.

“Well, I can’t forget unless you answer my questions,” you crossed your arms and lifted your chin, but your eyes never left his shimmering wings and his tousled green hair, and the slight glow of his pale skin, and the sparkle, although small, in his dark eyes.

“Alright well,” Yoongi sighed, “I’m a - wait! I don’t hafta - you know what? Just run along and go back home,” he shooed you away. And it wasn’t that he was annoyed at you, so much as himself.

You could only pout at that. You didn’t want to get up from your spot and you didn’t want to walk away from Yoongi. Your questions had to be answered and part of you couldn’t resist the way he seemed to be just as confused as you, except he wasn’t handling it nearly as well.

“Fine!” You started, carefully, but quickly placing your spilled raspberries back into your basket. “It’s not like anyone’s going to believe me that there are faeries in the forest anyway.”

The moment of relief as you stood up was instantly replaced with shock when Yoongi heard the word faerie come out of your mouth.

“Wait! Little girl! What did you just say?” Too afraid to come out of the raspberry bush and the cover of leaves, Yoongi called after you, willing his voice toward you in desperation, “Y/N! Come back!” He covered his face with his hand in defeat and sighed. But when he looked up again, your bright and imploring eyes mere inches away from him settled him in a peculiar way. The past few minutes of his life were full of firsts, many forbidden and precarious firsts, but he was beginning to feel the same intrigue, even if it was just a fraction of what you must have been feeling when you found out that faeries existed.

“Will you tell me now? Please, please, please!” Your voice boomed out, startling his small body, “Will you answer all my questions?”

He opened his mouth to speak, but he stopped short and sighed. You hadn’t moved at all. You hadn’t batted an eyelid and you may not have breathed yet either. As if to admit defeat, yet again, giving into a child’s curiosity, indulging your imagination, he chuckled at himself, shook his head in disbelief at himself.

“Well, Y/N, you guessed it,” he started, opening arms out wide, presenting himself formally in a prideful manner. “I am, in fact, a faerie”

A gasp emitted from your mouth as the boy lifted himself delicately from the leaf he stood upon; ethereal, weightless. You were almost vibrating, trying to contain your excitement. Your eyes were trained on every effortless movement he took in the air above you, your neck craned upwards and mouth agape, and for once you were rendered speechless.

“And you were right too,” he began, simultaneously searching through the leaves above your head, “no one would believe you if you said you talked to a faerie today.” He had disappeared in the bush, but his voice still, somehow, carried to your ears. “You’re too young to be taken seriously in the first place. Everyone would just think this was a wonderful game of imagination we’re playing.”

There was a moment of silence except for the rustling of branches and leaves in the bush. You were about to open your mouth for a question when he popped out to look at you.

“And if you were older, everyone would just think you’re a crazy person.”

His head disappeared back into the bush, but only for a moment when he emerged with two luscious raspberries and flew nonchalantly back down to his spot with the leaf hammock, setting them down.

“But Y/N,” his voice was different now, lower, and it caught your attention even more so than what he already had, if it were possible. Your breath was stuck in your throat even though your mouth hung open and you waited for him to continue as he approached your face. “You still can’t tell anyone about me. You got it?”

When you didn’t immediately respond, Yoongi floated even closer, almost to where you had to cross your eyes to look at him.

“Do you understand?”

Slowly, the dumbfounded look on your face grew into the brightest smile. First the small upturn of your lips when your jaw tightened, then a glint of your pearly baby teeth and then rosy cheeks and a scrunched nose that pushed your eyes nearly closed. Despite this, your eyes sparkled in the shimmer of Yoongi’s wings and the flabbergast that was on your face just moments ago was now pure delight. All you could do was nod your head vigorously, not willing to let your elated smile go.

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