Jimin

Dizziness begins to swoon over me as the dark memories emerge in my head. Yet, I remain my arrogant posture before leaving the house and heading to the hills.

Stop thinking!

I yell to myself inwardly. Surely, the gun is the best weapon to kill a Faerie, yet it doesn't make me comfortable in using it. Nor that it is because I'm killing my own kind with it, it's due to some past unpleasant experiences.

As I reach the top, I take a seat with my legs crossed on the soil and look down towards the sea of houses, meditating and sinking into complicated thoughts. All I want from her is her essence, nothing more and nothing less. Maybe I followed them due to the fear of losing my food, that's all.

Once the spell is broken, she will be mine. But first, I need to kill that kid, cruel world I know. Cruel me.

"I heard gunshots," I turn upon the voice. Looking at him, my expression shows no interest in fighting or talking with him. Soon enough, I turn back to the houses and pretend no one has ever talked to me. "May I sit here?"

I take a measurable look at him with my head arching skyward, since I am sitting while he's standing. "Sure, take a seat." I say while standing up and preparing to leave. "You may enjoy the view without interrupting me when I'm meditating. Ciao." And I wave goodbye with my lopsided smile when he blocks my path towards my home. My smile vanishes at the sight of him once again.

"We need to talk, Jimin." His voice firm and stern. "You need to stop looking for human essence." There he says it, the words that irritate me every time. He knows I can't live without human essence, yet he is trying to stop me.

"That's none of your business," I answer coldly. "Get lost, or it will be painful." My eyes flare the colour of rage, silvery grey, until the boy in front winces. But he doesn't move away. His eyebrows are knitted on his stubborn expression when he looks fully into my angry eyes. "I know you saved my life, but it doesn't mean you can interfere with it, bird."

"I'm not a bird. I'm Wonho, dumb elf." Finally, the Faerie reveals his identity irritatedly. "Just because I have brown hawk wings doesn't mean I am a bird." Wonho claims unhappily when I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest to show how much unwilling of me to keep listening to him. Ever since he saved me with his stupid shield that night, he begins playing the role as my mother, or babysitter. 

He knows almost everything about me. My childhood. My intentions. My desires. My greed. My wildest ambitions. This is why I can only bark at him like a dog instead of attacking like a predator. Not only he is older than me, my own Faerie conscious self tends to make me respect him every time he shows up, though my acid words are extremely corrosive to fragile hearts.

"The mark on your neck," Wonho begins again. "What happened?" Well, I might be wrong about him as he doesn't know where this mark comes from. "It is obviously cast by a Faerie, what did you do this time?" I stay silent. If I ever tell him I'm running after an efret for her essence, he will blabber about the same thing over and over for the whole day. "The news spread all across the forest, so you better tell me what you had done, young man."

Knowing that I can't fight against him physically, I heave out a sigh. "Fine..."

***

Ping

After the enemy is killed, Beomgyu eventually turns back to human form with his hair switching back to brown. I watch as he heals Ying on the couch. The goblin's possession causes so much purplish and blue veins visible on Ying's body, as if she has been infected by some sort of virus. "It is some kind of virus," Beomgyu says and that reminds me of our connected minds. "But as the goblin is dead, the viruses in her body will die too." He states matter-of-factly which stops me from worrying more.

"How is she now?" I ask, glancing towards the kitchen only to be reminded of my unconscious grandmother. "Shoot, I nearly forget about my grandma," I mutter while trying to perform my newly discovered ability on her. Closing my eyes, I let my imagination flows and as soon as I open my eyes, I can see tiny sparkling fairies entering the house through opened windows.

The sound of fluttering wings buzzes through my eardrums when there are more of them flying in and circling around my grandmother's sleeping figure. Once their positions are set, they begin to flap their wings harder until there are golden powder raining down from their bodies. As expected, my grandmother floats because of the fairy dust and under the control of my mind, she lands safely on the other side of the sofa. "She's getting better." Beomgyu answers after I've finished moving my grandmother to a more comfortable place. Apparently, he is too focused on healing my sister and that he is a little surprised when seeing the old lady lies on a different spot.

"Thank you, sparklings." I wave at the tiny fairies as they fly away towards different directions with happy squeaks.

"First ability triggered?" asks Beomgyu teasingly as I huff with my eyes rolling.

"Not sure, though." It's not that I like to stay mysterious, it is really a confusing ability for me to figure out. I remember after the goblin was forced out by Jimin bare-handed, it tried to re-enter Ying's body but there's a force knocking it back. Moreover, something did wrapped around Ying like a giant, transparent cocoon as that was what I saw. "It is vague."

Beomgyu hums with a smile as he retrieves his healing power. The light on his palm dies. "You will find out how amazing your Faerie abilities are soon enough, Ping." I nod at his statement and I believe in him. If my father is here to see me grow, he will say the same. "We need to go now. This is not a safe place to stay."

"Why?" As Beomgyu has already appeared outside the house without even opening the doors, I have no choice but to exit through the opened windows. Although there are window bars blocking the way, my imagination of me turning translucent leads me out eventually. Resultantly, I penetrate through the cold material like an alien. "Wait for me."

"I am," he says while suddenly reappears in front of me and grabs hold on my forearm. In the speed of light, the world around us changes before I can even scream. "And here we are."

Exhausted, I take a seat down on a nearby rock when eyeing him, awaiting for an answer. "Answers, please." I remind while he gives me a nervous chuckle.

"You are not ready to know it yet." Beomgyu answers while handling me a plate full of dead leaves. "Because I can hear your stomach growling."

I look at him speechlessly without taking the wooden plate. Yes, it is a plate made from a large tree bark. "Don't change the topic, young man. You know what I'm indicating." But surprisingly, his eyes turn into a crescent moon shape as he giggles. The way he smiles is as sweet as honey, but it doesn't make my thoughts linger away from the words he's just said.

This is not a safe place to stay.

"I suppose you still miss human food, Mistress Ping." And with a short wave of his hand above the dead leaves, they immediately turn into my favourite dish. My mouth almost hits the ground in bewilderment when I witness the change with my own eyes. "Once you are full, I'll tell you the answer." This little rascal, he knows how to lock his thoughts from me.

Pouting, I reach out for the plate of food with hot steam floating out and making my mouth water. And yes, it is nearing dusk and I haven't even have my lunch yet. This should consider as my dinner. My early dinner. "What about you? Are you going to get something to eat?"

"Yes I am," answers Beomgyu as he sits beside me, watching me take my first bite using the cutlery he prepares for me. Although it's been numerous times since we are so near towards each other, I can't stop my face from blushing either. His visage is too angelic for me to resist, yet I am too embarrassed to stare back at him just as how he does to me right now.

Giving up, I turn to the front and decide to focus on my meal. My eyes capture the image of the beautiful sunset at the far end of this mountain. The turquoise sea reflects the golden ball until it disappears completely. The process is slow, yet it is breathtaking. I can watch the whole sunsetting process until I do not notice the plate is already empty.

"I'll take you to my home now, okay?" Beomgyu says while taking the plate away from my hand. As soon as I nod, he takes my hand with his free one and the both of us head to the opposite way of the cliff. Yes, we were sitting on top of the cliff and without fearing the extreme height, because the sumptuous meal and beautiful sunset tend to distract me.

The walk is peaceful until we stop in front of a giant mushroom. A little similar to the Smurfs' houses, this one has windows and a door. However, the only difference is - it is as tall as a tower, and there is a flight of stairs encircling the body of the 'building'. "What does these stairs lead to?" I ask while Beomgyu pushes the front door and ushers me in.

"It leads to the library, where I find out ideas and clues," answers the Faerie boy unhurriedly. "Follow me, I'll lead you to the guest room." His words knock out my curious questions once again when I can only follow his pace from behind. The so-called room is built on the third floor. After walking on a flight of circling steps, we finally make it to the destination. The Queen size bed reveals in my sight as the door is unlocked and pushed open.

The wall of the room is painted in white and sandy brown, giving me the whole fresh feeling of being with Mother Nature, where cool breeze and clean sand brush pass my feet and face. "This place is lovely." I praise, leading out Beomgyu's genuine smile.

He offers his hand to me, indicating me to take it. "May I usher you to bed, my mistress?" As this is the first time for me to be treated like an empress, I can't help feeling the flush of blood rushing throughout my face. Taking his smooth hands with mine, I let my feet follow where he leads but with my gaze wandering across the room, afraid to show him how flustered I look. But before I can react, Beomgyu lets go of my hand and walks to the closet, saying, "Changeable clothes are all here, Ping. I'll give you the space to change to a night wear."

"S-sure," I stutter while Beomgyu turns to me, giggling. Our eyes meet for quite a long moment and I really hope he won't notice my coloured face. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes, my dear mistress Ping." And he winks at me before exiting the room. The door clicks softly under his hold. After confirming the fact which I've been left alone, I heave out a sigh of relief and thereby realise I've been holding my breath under Beomgyu's existence. My memory wanders back to when he heals my sister this afternoon.

His serious expression shows me a different side of him. A matured and unperturbed side of him which gains my curiosity and interest. The interest to know more about him. About his past regardless of how dark it is.

Yet, I still need to find out why he claims that house as unsafe for me to stay. As it is my grandmother's house, it shouldn't be labelled as such place. There is something I need to know, and deep in my guts, my seventh sense is telling me that it might be an unacceptable news.

"Urgh, whatever," I shake my head to get rid of the thoughts which lead to no answer. "I'll just ask Beomgyu tomorrow." And with the idea planted in mind, I open the closet door and find myself a Stitch pajamas.

After changing into the cute attire, the door is coincidentally knocked with a certain rhythm. "May I come in, Ping?" It is Beomgyu, asking for my permission politely. "I forgot to show you the bathroom."

ᴡʜʏ ʙʏᴏᴍɢʏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ sʜᴏᴡ ᴘɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴏᴏᴍ sᴏ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ? ᴅᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪɴʟɪɴᴇ 💕

ᴀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʙᴀᴛʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ (ᴡɪɢɢʟɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇʙʀᴏᴡs)

ʙ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴘɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴇᴅs ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴜsʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ɪs ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ.

ᴄ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏsᴇ (ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇs)

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴘᴏᴠ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴜᴇss ɪɴʟɪɴᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴏsᴇ ᴘᴏᴠ ɪs ᴛʜɪs ❤💕

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴇss ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sᴛᴀʀ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴀɢᴇ.  ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 😊😊