Drumming my fingers against the table impatiently, I wait for the dinner table to be set. Despite my instance that I am a perfectly grown woman, he refuses to allow me to do much of anything really. And considering how crazy his brothers are...

I might just be a little afraid right now.

So far, neither Jimin nor Namjoon have proven themselves to be particularly adept in the kitchen. It's almost as if they've all got some kind of screw loose, and I've yet to see what particular brand of crazy Jin is.

But, several minutes later, I am pleasantly surprised. He sets before me a rather heaping portion of a rather nostalgic meal. Noodles that are a steaming golden brown, topped with a beautiful deep red sauce specked with bits of mushroom and spices. As the smell wafts past my face I grow excited.

Twirling a bit around my fork I nearly shiver with delight. The steam disperses as I dig in, causing the delicious aroma to disperse with it's original path. It allows me to get an even better whiff.

And as I stuff the fork into my mouth I thank every God I've ever heard of. I must have saved a hundred lives in a previous life to have finally been blessed with the company of someone who can actually cook!

Because as it turns out, Jin is actually a rather excellent cook.

"Maybe it's magic, " I think to myself. "Since when did canned spaghetti sauce taste so good?"

Though perhaps in truth I was simply starving.

Though only a few weeks into the pregnancy, my appetite has increased tenfold. I find myself constantly voracious, much to my chagrin. Exhausted too. It feels like everytime I get comfortable I am passing out.

Jin says that it's because the baby is taking a lot out of me. Though there are many questions to which he has no answers, I trust him. It's only been a couple of days since Jimin left, but he's been nothing but kind to me.

Namjoon went with Jimin, leaving me in Jin's solitary care. I won't say that I wasn't a little skeptical at first, but I certainly have no worries now.

After pulling a chair out slightly Jin seats himself directly across from me. Even busy as I am, stuffing my face with forkfuls of pasta after the other, I can feel his watchful gaze upon me. It isn't a malevolent one, I believe, rather...something more inquisitive.

It's almost like he's studying me.

Then again, Jimin is his little brother. So maybe he's trying to determine what sort of person I am, or what my angle might be. I'm no idiot. In Jimin's world he's royalty, and he has a whole other life that I honestly know nothing about.

And in this world? Well, what human being wouldn't be greedy for a taste of magic once they know that it exists? It's a classic fantasy trope. My love for fairy tales and fantasy worlds had been unmatched, once upon a time. I've read enough to realize what kinds of things Jin might be worried about.

"So..." I trail off lamely, wiping my mouth awkwardly with my napkin. "How... Um... That is-"

"You don't have to make small talk, " he tells me kindly, a warm smile tugging at the corners of his mouth faintly.

I regard him with curious eyes.

"I'm no foe of yours, nor am I here to size you up." He reveals. "I'm simply here because my little brother needed a favor. Jimin chose you, so of course my acceptance is unconditional. I won't lie, it helps that your family has never been prone to the avarice that your kind so often is cursed with. But the truth is that I trust Jimin's decisions. If he chose you, you must be a good person."

He looks thoughtful for a moment, tapping his finger beneath his chin.

"I also won't tell you that there's no danger in the path that Jimin has chosen, let alone the peril he has placed you in. And if you do hurt our Jimin intentionally and willfully, you will suffer the consequences. But, " he says calmly "I also believe that there's no way Jimin won't find a way to make all of it right in the end. He truly loves you."

His words are awash with certainty. I'm not sure what it is, but something about Jin encourages little doubt. In all regards, he seems like a fairly straight-laced and sincere guy.

I smile, deciding to trust this fairy before me. Jimin would want me to, right?

"So, " he coughs awkwardly. "Anything you'd like to ask your big brother in law?"

I titter a bit, amused by the sudden turning of the tides.

But is there anything I want to know?

What kind of question is that? Of course I want to know! I want to know everything! And this person, he grew up with Jimin. He's from Jimin's world. If I could see the world through his eyes, maybe I could finally understand Jimin just a little better at least.

"Got any stories of Jimin when he was little?" I ask conspiratorially. "The more embarrassing the better!"

He scoots in, a roguish glint in his eyes as his lips finally upturn into a full smile.

"Aish, " he says excitedly. "I thought you'd never ask!"