His pocket fairy

Four

I did it 🥺🥺🥺

---

When Taehyung walks out of the room and back into the kitchen, I observe silently as he walks to the sink to wash the blood from his hands, blood that comes from injured knuckles that have clearly hit surfaces they shouldn't have.

There was a lot of anger seeping out of his heart when he attacked the furniture behind the shut door and the fact that it was all caused by what I said makes me feel guilty for some reason, even more so now that he's hurt.

Why did my answer make him this mad? To the point of hurting himself?

Needing to make myself useful one way or another, I grab the towel on which I was seated and quickly fly over to his side just as he turns off the water so he can dry his hands, something he does without a word, his eyes fixated on what he's doing as he pats them dry silently.

I nervously keep myself still as I remain by his side at a safe distance, the aching red spots of skin on his hands making me worry more than I feel comfortable admitting, that must hurt badly, why did he do that?

Taehyung exhales softly before opening the pantry from where he grabs a container filled with croissants, his eyebrows growing heavier over his eyes when he takes a look at the time, has he really been in there for twenty minutes?

He glances at the glass of water he made me earlier to find that the liquid has lowered a little, and one quick look at me reveals my shirt wet, parts of my hair still trying to dry after an attempt at drinking that definitely did not go well for me.

"Eat this, we'll leave when you're done. There's no point in staying here if there's nothing to accommodate your size" the man says in a mumble as he pulls a croissant into smaller bites that he settles in a small plate with a caring patience that contrasts with his earlier moment of rage.

I make my way to the counter where he's stationed and then land besides the big plate, one of the smallest pieces of croissant taken from it so I can eat a little without having to fight with the size, my hunger not quite as strong as it made itself known earlier with all that happened.

Going to work today when it's already three hours into my shift seems useless, by the time we make it there, I'll have half of the day behind me while the other will be spent trying to apologize to the girls and I'm not really in a mood to go through that, Taehyung's state affecting my own whether I want to or not, the air somber as it closes around us.

So... home then? It's weird, I don't really want to go there today, not when it means parting from the human who has this strange ability to make me feel emotions that seem unexplainable, his presence right now much more comforting that my room has been during the past few months.

Especially since I came back to find it ransacked by a stranger, it hasn't felt safe anymore since then.

Being here with Taehyung and being given the opportunity to rest properly for the first time in a week... it was nice, but it can't last, I know that.

I eat slowly, the whole croissant definitely too big for me in this size, it's impossible for me to eat all of it but with Taehyung staring as I chew on the bread... I try my best to eat as much as I can manage, because making him angrier is not in the plans.

"You don't have to force yourself if it's too much" the man lets me know after a while of observing as the food rolls in my mouth, a swallow that demands way more energy than necessary and I sigh in relief before dropping the piece I was holding back on the plate, thank goodness.

He pushes the dish away before resting both of his hands on the counter, his face deep in thoughts while I wipe my hands on my outfit to get them clean as best as possible, and then I startle when Taehyung clears his throat suddenly.