His pocket fairy

Two

His POV

Jin bursts into laughter when he hears about my short trip to the coffee shop that I did behind his back and hits the bar table loudly as he bends over out of breath, the glass of vodka in his other hand taken by Yoongi to avoid a mess on my kitchen's marble floor.

I stare at him with a blank face as he continues pissing himself at my expense, the fact that I left right after telling her my name apparently the most amusing thing I have ever done in all of my existence so far.

"You just- you told her your name and just fucking left? Oh lord, I can't breathe" he exclaims before hitting the table again, unable to stop himself as he mocks me like only him knows how to do in my face.

Yeah, he really doesn't deserve that bonus.

I stare at Namjoon and Yoongi from across the table, hoping to find in them an ally but when they immediately look away with a hand covering their mouth, I shake my head and decide to gulp down the last of my drink before pouring myself more vodka, because that is so far the most efficient way to avoid murdering the fairy on the spot.

I lean back into my seat with a sigh and then stare at the tall and large window by my side to enjoy the burn that tingles down my throat, her face once more reflecting on the glass to gaze at me with her doe eyes as I twirl the crystal glass in my hand.

"I don't believe she's anyone of great importance if she works in such a run-down coffee shop so why did you do that, Taehyung?" Namjoon asks me once Jin starts to calm down, and his question makes me frown before I turn my head to find the fairy absolutely serious when he meets my gaze without wavering.

He might be in his human form right now but it's stronger than me, when he stares at me with those curious eyes of his, bright and innocent, I always see the small little fairy that I met the first time when Yoongi brought him to me all those years ago, something about how he could be a trusted ally to have by my side, and maybe even a good friend, if I could allow him into my life that way.

So far, Namjoon has done absolutely nothing to make me regret it and he has always shown me a heart filled with good intentions, so I know that he does not mean his question in a bad way.

"Does she need to be important to have my attention?" I ask back calmly, and to that, Yoongi shrugs as he stretches an arm so it lands on the tall fairy's shoulders while Jin observes in silence, his head cocked to the side with the same curiosity that his mate has shown me.

"I don't know, you tell us, Taehyung. You're the one who constantly feels the need to remind everyone in your life that you don't care about them and that you don't want to see them unless absolutely necessary".

I lower my gaze to the glass resting on my lap and sigh before taking another sip.

"I guess you're right".

I glance once more at the window that reveals the illuminated sea of lights that Seoul becomes at night, but this time, the only reflection staring back at me is my own and my gaze feels empty without her smile shining down at me.

"She's special. I don't know why but... she's not like everyone else" I start with a quiet tone, a hushed murmur that captivates the air, every sparkles of dust that catch in the light coming to a standstill the same way that the burning stars pause their blinking to hope for a sound of my voice to reach them through the distance.

"No matter what I do, she's always on my mind. Her face is the first thing I see when I greet the raising sun and also the first to welcome me when I fall within the land of Morpheus, I see her reflection in my soup, on this window, I see her when I look up at the clouds and when I stop to admire flowers, I just can't keep her out of my mind and I'm honestly not even trying" I reveal softly before gulping down every last drops of my glass to fill it again.