Author notes at the end

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Taehyung turned the corner with Prince in tow. The dog kept darting inquisitive looks his way, perhaps wondering why they were headed back into the park but Taehyung kept his eyes trained on the pathway, refusing to look at him.

He already felt bad enough for what he was about to do.

They walked along in silence and on their way they passed the community fair held every weekend on one of the grassy knolls. A large tent had been put up and vendors set up stalls as a loud speaker played family friendly tunes.

Once they arrived at the secluded spot they'd first run into each other, Taehyung stopped. Prince stopped too, his tail wagging expectantly.

"Okay, this is it," Taehyung announced, "This is where we say goodbye."

Prince's tail stopped wagging and his eyes darted around. Taehyung could tell the exact moment he figured out what was going on because he suddenly stood to attention. His entire body going rigid and his eyes snapping to him as if to say, "You can't just leave me!"

Taehyung felt guilty but he forced the feeling down.

"Look Prince, I can't take care of you anymore! You've been nothing but trouble since I met you. Pixies have wrecked my apartment, the perverted wolfy dude tried to molest me and eat my grandmother, not to mention I've probably been fired by now."

Prince barked and Taehyung ruffled a hand through his hair in frustration. "What do you want from me? I'm not the adventure type. I'm just a waiter..." he sighed then steeled himself, looking intently into his eyes. "Whoever these people are that want you they can have you. I'm going now, goodbye."

Taehyung spun around and walked away, trying his best to ignore the lurch of his heart, and the sad doggy whimpers that followed.

If someone had told Namjoon this time yesterday, that he would be hands cuffed, sitting in the back of police car on the way to jail for swallowing a magic bean, he would've called the local psych ward and had that person committed.

But today, was a completely different story and right now, he just needed the cops to listen.

He leaned toward the mesh that separated them. "Why won't you guys believe me? I already told you you've got the wrong person."

The one who sat beside Officer Kang in the passenger seat, who Namjoon now knew as 'Officer Bobby' looked over his shoulder and smirked. "Cos of the magic mushroom you ate, right?"

Namjoon shook his head as the officers chuckled. "It wasn't a magic mushroom. It was a magic bean," he reiterated.

Why weren't they getting it!?

Daniel glanced at him briefly through the rear-view mirror. "Like we said, if you tell us the name of your dealer maybe we'll tell the judge to cut you some slack."

"I'm not a drug runner!" Namjoon cried. "I don't even smoke- only that one time at a party someone thought it'd be funny to roll up some green tea and pass it around, but I've never done anything hard!"

Daniel and Bobby exchanged disbelieving looks as Namjoon shifted even closer to the mesh.

"Can't we make a deal?" he asked conspiratorially. "I can give you whatever you want. Big houses, big cars, big rings."

"You're not making it any better by trying to bribe us," Bobby scoffed and banged on the mesh in warning.

Namjoon sat back in his seat and looked out the window. The cops had taken a short cut through the car park area within the park and around them there were large groups of people heading over to the fair. Namjoon was familiar with the area, and he knew that the police precinct was just on the other side of the car park.

Whatever he had to do. He had to do now!

He closed his eyes. "Okay, Wishmaster. I wish I could escape from this police car right now!"

The officers chortled at his words and Daniel turned to say something to Bobby, when suddenly a horse drawn carriage pulled in front of the police car, making Daniel cry out and swerve, the motion sending them careening straight into a huge stack of hay bales which covered the entire front half of the car.

As the officers muttered curses and tried to reverse the car, Namjoon looked around and noticed that one of the back doors was ajar.

This was his chance!

Shuffling over, he kicked open the door then wiggled toward it.

Both officers noticed what he was doing but struggled to get their seat belts off.

"Hey, don't you dare move!" Daniel yelled but Namjoon only swung his legs out and got to his feet, kicking the door closed behind him.

Looking around, he located the part of the park that had the densest gathering of trees and awkwardly ran towards it.

If all else failed perhaps he could roll under some bushes or something.

"I'm hungry!"

All three Pixies were unmoved from their previous positions in their tiny prison but now everyone's stomachs were growling.

Hoseok looked at Jimin sharply. "We're all hungry!" he barked and Jimin flinched.

"Don't be mean," Jimin said timidly. "It's not like you."

"Yeah," Yoongi lifted his head from his hands. "Your role in this threesome is the annoyingly optimistic leader. It's Jiminie's job to be the drama queen."

Jimin nodded in agreement. "Uh huh! Stick to your allocated persona, mister!" he scolded and Hoseok sighed.

"You're right, I'm sorry. It's just that my stomach feels like it's gonna eat itself from the inside out," he complained as he rubbed his belly.

Yoongi turned to Jimin. "How about you try using your powers again?"

"How about you try using your powers?" Jimin retorted and Yoongi frowned.

"Because I only create illusions and illusions aren't real."

"Because I only create illusions and illusions aren't real," Jimin imitated.

"Stop copying me."

"Stop copying me."

Yoongi shot to his feet. "I said stop it, you chubby little lawn gnome!" he snapped, as Jimin and Hoseok shot up as well.

"Make me, peacock legs!" Jimin challenged, poking out his tongue and Hoseok had to physically restrain Yoongi from ringing the youngers neck.

"Guys, no. This isn't helping!" Hoseok huffed as he held Yoongi at bay with his back and captured Jimin's slappy hands, pulling them down. "Listen, I have an idea!"

Yoongi and Jimin ceased their girlish attempts at fighting to peer at him.

"What kind of idea?" Yoongi asked and Hoseok straightened up, gently pushing both Pixies apart.

"We've all tried using our powers separately, but we haven't tried together. I can shapeshift and use my strength again, Jimin you can transform into a minotaur and try charging the door again and Yoongi..." He looked at the elder Pixie who was waiting with bated breath. "...you can um scream for help?"

The other Pixies looked at each and mumbled their agreements then turned to face the door.

"On the count of three," Hoseok prompted. "One, two, th-"

Suddenly the prison jolted and all three of them fell against the back wall. Something whirred and the prison began to move.

Jimin's head swung around. "What's happening!?"

"We're going down!" Hoseok answered.

"We're being taken to the underworld!" Yoongi shouted and Jimin and Hoseok looked at each other then leapt into each others arms and started to scream.

"Nooo I can't die yet!" Jimin yelled. "I'm still a virgin!

"No you're not, you lost your virginity behind a mulberry bush to Bang Yongguk!" Hoseok responded just as loud.

"That was only butt stuff it doesn't count!"

"That's literally all that counts!"

They kept hollering in fear even when the prison stabilised and the doors slid open.

Yoongi poked his head out. "Err this isn't the underworld..."

Hoseok and Jimin finally shut up, let go of each other and crept towards the door, peeking out too.

"Isn't this where we came in from?" Hoseok asked, and all three carefully stepped out into the deserted main area.

"How did Kim Taehyung transport us here?" Yoongi whispered, looking around.

"He's a powerful sorcerer indeed," Hoseok added, but then Jimin started hitting them both on the shoulder with excitement.

"Hey- but look! Look! We're free now!"

The Pixies whooped for joy when they saw the door that led back outside.

They ran over and pushed it open. Their eyes falling on the large green area full of pathways and trees.

"Let's go home?" Jimin suggested, turning to Hoseok who smiled at both his brothers.

"Let's go home," he agreed.

There seemed to be a festival on. A lot of people were meandering around the grassy area. Talking, eating, laughing... But Jungkook sidestepped them all without sparing them a glance.

He was too engrossed in his book.

ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, sᴛᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀs ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

"Deep emotional love," Jungkook nodded, understanding.

ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ-

Somewhere in the distance there was an almighty crash. Jungkook looked up but saw nothing so quickly looked back down again.

ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ. ɪɴғᴀᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴛᴏ ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

He clutched the book tighter. "Love, yes, you said that. Get to the point!" he ordered then turned the page.

ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀsᴛᴇsᴛ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ's ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ, ᴀs sᴏᴍᴇ sᴀʏ, ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜɪs sᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ-

His brow raised.

-ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ's ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴀᴛ ʙᴇsᴛ, ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀs ᴀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟ.

In the middle of a bustling crowd of people, Jungkook halted. The book slipping through his fingers in shock.

"That can happen!?" he barked, scandalised, as people steered around him, looking at him strangely.

So if he put a step wrong there was a possibility Taehyung would never love him?

Jungkook blanched at the thought.

If that were to happen, he was quite sure he would have to toss himself off of a mountain. Life would simply not be worth living anymore.

He bent to pick up his book and was just dusting it off when his nose twitched in recognition.

Taehyung!?

Doggy!?

They're here!

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Quiz - Did you catch the song reference?

Bobby (iKon) - The other cop guy
Bang Yongguk (BAP) - The Pixie that took Jimin's V card

Magic mirror here we come!

Any questions feel free!

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Summary for the the title fairytale...

Going Travelling ~ The Brothers Grimm

Once upon a time there was a poor woman who had a son who wanted very much to travel. His mother said, "How can you travel? We have no money at all for you to take with you."
Then the son said, "I will take care of myself. I will always say, 'Not much, not much, not much.'
So he walked for a long time, always saying, "Not much, not much, not much."
Then he came to a group of fishermen, and said, "God be with you. Not much, not much, not much."
"What do you say, fellow? Not much?"
And when they pulled up their net, they had not caught many fish. So one of them fell on the boy with a stick, saying, "Have you ever seen me thrash?"
"What should I say, then?" asked the boy.
"You should say, "Catch a lot. Catch a lot."
Then he again walked a long time, saying, "Catch a lot. Catch a lot," until he came to a gallows, where they were about to hang a poor sinner. Then said he, "Good morning. Catch a lot. Catch a lot."
"What do you say, fellow? Catch a lot? Should there be even more wicked people in the world? Isn't this enough?"
And he again got it on his back.
"What should I say, then?" he asked.
"You should say, "May God comfort the poor soul."
Again the boy walked on for a long while, saying, "May God comfort the poor soul."
Then he came to a ditch where a knacker was skinning a horse. The boy said,
"Good morning. May God comfort the poor soul."
"What do you say, you disgusting fellow?" said the knacker, hitting him about the ears with his skinning hook until he could not see out of his eyes.
"What should I say, then?"
"You should say, 'Lie in the ditch, you carcass.'
So he walked on, saying, "Lie in the ditch, you carcass. Lie in the ditch, you carcass." He came to a coach filled with people, and said, "Lie in the ditch, you carcass."
Then the coach tipped over into the ditch, and the driver took his whip and beat the boy until he had to crawl back to his mother, and as long as he lived he never went traveling again.

|Named for everyone's travels coming together |