His pocket fairy

One

His POV

I sip my coffee from my seat in the small and lively coffee shop, my gaze on the woman currently smiling behind the counter.

I don't know why I always come here of all places, and I especially ignore why I always spend that time staring at her, the dark liquid in my cup taking its time to lower, the heat never lasting for quite as long as I would need it to.

I don't know why she has my attention, she just does.

She exists to live, and I exist to be her victim, my soul a soft clay that she can shape to her heart's desires.

Or that might be my reality if I was the one actually interacting with her.

Jin, my bodyguard, walks over happily with a large blueberry muffin in hand and sits in front of me with a soft hum, our weekly visits here not bothering him in the slightest, which shouldn't come as a surprise, not when there's so much food to his disposal.

"Y/N's so sweet, she gave me a nice little discount since I'm always kind with her, but if you want my opinion, I think my blinding smile simply finally charmed her. Maybe she'll declare her love for me the next time we come here?" he muses before taking a bite of his food while I clench my fingers around the coffee cup.

"Y/N?".

He nods his head, uncaring that bits of food spill onto his black suit when he wipes his mouth. "We shared our names just now, she said that she likes knowing the names of the people she sees regularly, so I told her mine and then she told me hers. I think I made a new friend, today feels like a good day-"

"Did you tell her my name?".

Jin laughs and points at me like I just said the joke of the year, a sight that makes me frown, the worsening narrowing of my eyes not bothering him in the slightest when he exhales in amusement while I keep glaring at him.

"No, don't worry, I wouldn't dare. I told her that it would be better for her to not interact with you when she can avoid it, I know you don't like it when strangers talk to you- hey, where are you going?".

"Out, we're leaving" I state before walking past the counter, eyes straight on the door that I push open while the annoying man hurries in stuffing himself with the muffin before running after me, a quick wave of the hand to Y/N before he's out and by my side.

"That was a short break" the man pouts but I ignore him and get inside the limousine that awaits in front of the building while he runs to take the wheel with a disappointed sigh. "Really short. I couldn't even enjoy the taste of the muffin".

I turn my gaze to the window that allows me a sight of her as she stares in our direction from the large storefront, confusion on her face at how quickly we came and left before she shrugs it off to instead focus on wiping the counter.

"It's because you talk too much. Let's go".

"Yes, yes. If I didn't know you that well, Taehyung, I'd almost believe you jealous, isn't that funny? You, jealous? Pah, now I'd love to see that in person".

"Shut up and drive" I utter lowly, and he listens in silence, the rumbling motor coming alive while I take in as much of her grace as I can, and when we drive away from the coffee shop, my heart stings like it's prickled by hundreds of needles, all of that, just from being unable to see her anymore.

Who is she to captivate me as such?

Y/N, who are you?

"Jin, call Yoongi and let him know that I want the incoming meeting to happen sooner. I'm not in a mood to be working until the evening today. If the clients can't make it, cancel everything" I ask him after a few seconds and his gaze briefly meets mine in the rear-view mirror to see if I'm serious.