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Hongjoong wasn’t too sure he liked this whole fairy thing.
It’s been said before that every fairy is born from a baby’s first laughter. A long while ago, that happened for Hongjoong.
He was assigned to a new form of fairy talent, caregiving.
Not caregiving to animals or bugs, but caregiving to humans.
Human children, to be specific. But not just any human children, orphans.
At some point in the recent history of Fairies, it was discovered that there were some children who didn’t have parents or anyone to really look over them.
After this discovery, it was decided to make a new talent, one in which assigns a fairy to different orphanages. That fairy goes into the orphanages every night after the children have been tucked into bed and spruces up their toys and play area, making it ready to enjoy once they wake up.
Hongjoong was one of the first fairies born into this new talent, and at first, he was very proud to get to bring joy to these children’s lives. Now don’t misunderstand; he still loves being able to see the happiness on the children’s faces.
It’s just that he can’t actually play with the children.
Over the years, Hongjoong has watched different children come and go, watched them grow up, and learned so much about them as he hid in the shadows.
He wants to do more to care for them, wants to be able to cuddle them and give them hugs, to be able to tuck them in at night, and give them warm pecks on their cute little foreheads.
Hongjoong loves these children with all of his heart.
Well, not all of his heart.
There’s someone else here that Hongjoong has been observing.
He’s a tall man, probably, he’s much taller than the children at least, and he’s got a very handsome face.
Hongjoong isn’t too sure what the man’s name is; all the children seem to call him “Mister,” though Honjoong is pretty sure that’s not his real name.
The man has been here longer than Hongjoong, although he has aged some in the time Joong has been here. Hongjoon watched him go from a young adult to a fully grown man in features.
Hongjoong isn’t too sure what this feeling is that he gets whenever he sees the man being so careful and loving with the kids or seeing a warm smile spread across the man’s face.
How much Hongjoong wishes he could speak with him, get to know his real name, and understand why he’s here too. It hurts Hongjoong’s heart, knowing his wish will never come true.
Currently, Hongjoong is in the playroom, one of the older boys ripped the stuffing out of a teddy bear that a small girl was quite fond of.
Hongjoong remembers the stern look on the man’s face when the little girl ran up to him, crying, pointing at the larger boy who still had a hand full of stuffing. The man quickly grabbed the bear and its stuffing and stuck them on a shelf high out of any of the children’s reach.
Hongjoong makes his way out of his hiding place he calls a room (a tiny crack in the corner of the playroom, he’s slowly built up lost things in the wall, and it’s pretty cozy to him) and flys up to the shelf. Contentedly, he starts collecting the fluffy cotton stuffing and pushes it into the hole on the belly of the bear.
Once it’s stuffed again, Hongjoon flys back over to his room, grabbing his personal needle and thread that he stole from the man one day, and makes his way back to the bear.
Hongjoong starts humming a simple melody to himself as he starts to thread the needle. He really gets into the song, the humming changing into soft singing that only escalates from there. Soon Hongjoong is full-on belting and dancing to the little song he’s created, completely off in his own small fairy world.
So off in his own world that he doesn’t hear the man enter the playroom.
No, he only snaps out of it when he turns around and makes eye contact with a perplexed and curious man.
On the other hand, the man has to remind himself how to breathe, you see, it’s not every day that Park Seonghwa comes in contact with what seems to be a Fairy.