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“Nooo,” Jimin moans, futilely tugging at his arm, which is clenched in Taehyung’s grip as the taller boy excitedly stumbles forward. They’re leaving the protective circle of light around the house, and Jimin begins to shiver, both from the cold and from fear.
Jimin squeezes his eyes shut and prays.
What if it’s a wild animal? What if it’s going to eat them—oh God, please—
“It’s a boy!” Taehyung shouts, shaking Jimin like a ragdoll and jolting him from his panic induced stupor. “He’s injured and, oh my God, are those wings?”
Jimin pries one eye open, ready to snap at Taehyung for his stupid jokes, when he catches sight of the boy.
His breath hitches.
Those are fucking wings.
(Jungkook is only seven when he crashlands from the heavens into the lives and hearts of six mismatched boys in the middle of a winter storm. Call it impulsive, perhaps, but he knows then and there that he's not letting go.)