Just a pinch of Magic

A new face

You ran your fingers through your hair as you let yourself fall into the seat. The train already left the station and you could already feel yourself getting homesick. Your mum nearly shed a tear as she said goodbye, even though you would see her and your dad in two months again.
Well, she never failed to make you emotional as well.
You shook your head, putting the negative thoughts away for a while and took out your notebook. The envelope out of black dyed leather felt a bit cold in your hands and smooth. You absolutely adored the scent of the leather. It reminded you of your father's office and all of his books with leather-Covers that filled his library. You opened it and looked through the sketches that you had drawn over the past few years and all those notes and thoughts you had written down, too. Your notebook was something personal. It wasn't a journal, it was more like a treasure chest where you liked to practice your drawing and satisfy your needs to follow your passion and where you would also write down things that you felt like you couldn't say outloud.
Your eyes drifted over the pages, some of them had knitted ends and one page caught your eye. It had notes written all over it. It was from four years ago. You couldn't help but smile brightly as you noticed that the notes were small confessions about your crush that you had back then. You remember not being able to hide your feelings and hold it all in, so you decided to write down your thoughts. Looking back at it now, the things you wrote seemed ridiculous and beyond embarrassing. You couldn't help but notice that you had changed and matured a lot, since you now were 17 and that was back when you were 13. In all honesty, you were actually glad to be mature enough to know yourself by now and be aware that you can, well, you can get quite carried away when it becomes to controlling your feelings.
You let out a melancholic sigh, reliving all of those memories. It was indeed bittersweet. And as you were about to turn the page, you heard the door to your cabin swing open and your eyes met those of a boy. You were caught off guard and you couldn't help but stare into his dark,warm brown eyes. His facial features were soft, but in a way also sharp and manly. You couldn't describe it. He was just... very attractive.
He smiled at you, showing his white teeth and his plumb lips parted. Jesus Christ, were those lips real?

„Hello, I'm Jimin. Do you mind if I join you? All of the other cabins were full."

„What?"

You blinked, still a bit stunned by his sudden appearance. You blinked again, pulling yourself back into reality and immediately closed your notebook, sitting up.

„Of course!"

You moved our jacket and bag to make more space for Jimin to sit down. As he walked to the seat, you noticed that he wasn't particularly tall.
But that didn't make him less intimidating, not one bit.
He sat down in a swift move and the smile still hadn't left his lips.

„Well, may I ask who your are?"

„Ah, yes. Sorry, I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you."