Jimin and Jungkook thought that a movie night was a good idea for Taehyung to get to know each other because well it was an easy way to get to know each other. They thought it would be nice because they could sit together, muse about little things and let the dragon watch and analyze how each of the relationships worked. They thought it’d be nice for him to be able to stay quiet if he needed to, they thought it’d be good for him to see humans represented throughout movies.
What they did not consider was what the movies showed.
They did not think much about it when they put on Disney movies, neither did they think much about it when suddenly Dragons the defenders of Bern came on screen. For them it was just another movie, that was until they noticed how much Taehyung seemed to enjoy it. His eyes widened in fascination as he watched the way that humans portrayed dragons. So many differences between what they portrayed and what he remembered. He didn’t remember all too much though, so it wasn’t really that bad.
And when Taehyung nodded enthusiastically when they asked if he wanted to put on another one about dragons, this time one that was “more realistic” and he agreed, his dark orbs looking almost like little crystals in the dim light, they didn’t think about problems that a movie about war between dragons and humans would bring.
But suddenly everything happened all at once.
Taehyung flinched and screeched and then there was a flash of black and he was on his feet, digging his palms into the cushions, his back curved obscenely, almost like a mistreated cat’s.
Jimin was on his feet in seconds, sure he wasn’t the most fond of the dragon but he still cared and a caring Jimin was a very attentive Jimin. He reached his hands out, trying to call for Taehyung, trying to tell him to calm down but the reaching looked dangerous in Taehyung’s hyper sensitive mind.
And then a sound, not human, between a roar and a screech erupted Taehyung’s throat and his fingers broke into claws and ripped the cushions as he transformed. And Jimin’s reaching hand...
Jimin’s reaching hand caught on fire.
The man stood frozen in place for a second, not quite understanding the situation nor the emotions that went through the room like waves, retreating as they reached the walls.
He admired the way that the blueish flames licked at his fingers, looking gentle like little tongues caressing him, until a cry brought him back to reality.
And he would’ve recognized that voice anywhere. It was Jungkook. Jungkook who got up and bolted, who came back in seconds drowning water all over him. Jungkook who had tears running down his face when the fire just wouldn’t go out.
That was when Taehyung, this time in dragon form, caught Jimin’s eye again. He was flying like a bee, his wings hectic and a little buzzing sound fading into the background where he left.
Hoseok was screaming, pressed against the back of the sofa, ripped foam all over him. Sure, he knew that Taehyung was a dragon but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t scared of someone who just set his friend on fire after looking so friendly.
And then there was Yoongi who wasn’t making any sound at all but Jimin still noticed the panick evident and heavy in his eyes, the same panick that he had noticed in Taehyung’s eyes before. The reason that he reacted at all. But now there wasn’t panick in his eyes. The little orbs in the dragon’s head still black, still lingered with angst but mixed right into this angst was concern.
Before the little creature could express himself Jungkook noticed him.
Another scream, so many screams really, such a weird scream it was at that, so so animalistic. And then the dragon flew across the room hitting the TV moved by the collision with a pillow. A pillow that was led by Jungkook’s hand.
And Jimin, Jimin whose hand was still on fire, whose flesh was gnawed at and ripped, cried out but not because he hurt but because Jungkook hurt someone else and Jungkook would never hurt someone else.
“No!” he cried and pushed Jungkook away. A few steps and he fell to the floor besides the Taehyung, his hands cradling the unmoving body. The movie was long forgotten, in between the screams someone, probably Yoongi, turned the TV off.
“Oh no. Oh no no no,” Jimin mumbled as a single tear made it’s way down his face.
“Please don’t be dead, you can’t be dead. Jungkook couldn’t live knowing that he killed someone, come on, come on...”
When Jimin closed his eyes to mourn the little creature something cold touched his burning skin. Something cold and wet. But he could only make out what it was when his eyes opened a little bit. The tiny tongue of the dragon, of Taehyung.
With that the fire went out, only leaving a green glow settling into his skin, leaving his hand a little less irritated.
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SocialMediaAu! Where fire comes out of Tae’s nostrils when he sneezes and the boyfriends Jimin and Jungkook have been noticing a lot of shiny things disappearing in the last few months.
