I did not originally intend to stay that night, but as I peered up at him, the appeal was undeniable and I took his hand and allowed him to pull me up, "I will stay." I stood levelly with him in front of the couch.

Namjoon looked at his friends, then back to me, "Good. I promise I will behave. No messing around." He told me.

I smirked, my eyes twinkling, "And what if I want you to mess around?" I asked, intentionally teasing him to watch him blush.

The other two men still seated laughed at our exchange and Taehyung announced, "That might be an invitation, Joonie." I looked to the side and grinned at Taehyung, but said nothing, then regarded Namjoon again.

He blushed deeply once more, but shook his head, "No. I will be a gentleman." He stated, "Even if I don't want to be."

I laughed and retorted, "It's fine, Joonah. I don't think you could handle me, anyway." I winked at him and walked past him towards his room. He turned, following me, his eyes having gone a little wide, while the other two men laughed loudly.

Namjoon trailed me, and quickly caught up to me as we walked into the hallway. I felt him grab the material of my blouse, as if to slow me down and he moved up close to me, his body in full contact of mine, "Are you sure I couldn't handle you?" He asked me teasingly, in a low voice directly into my ear.

I laughed quietly as I stopped, allowing the contact, for a breath before responding, "Perhaps. But if you are going to be a gentleman, we won't know, will we?" I stated, resuming my walk.

Once in his room, I moved to sit on the bed and watched as he closed the door behind us, locking it. He announced, "Just in case."

I grinned at him and moved backwards on the bed to lean against the headboard. I asked, "Are you worried that I am going to molest you, Joonah?"

He shook his head, watching me from the place he stood, near the door, "No. Or maybe. I don't know." He said and lowered his head laughing, "I may know more about you now." He said as he looked back up at me, "But you are still a deeply unsettling woman. Or female." He explained, correcting himself.

I grinned and patted the space next to me, "Don't worry, Joonah. I won't bite you. I promise to behave."

He grinned back at me and walked forward, "If I ask you not to behave, will that change?" He wondered as he sat on the bed and scooted closer to me.

I snickered and shook my head, "You are adorable, Namjoon. Truly." I told him, my tone growing serious, "But I think you have more questions that you want answered, actually. I've been feeling them throughout the night circling in your mind. Anything else may have to wait."

Namjoon nodded and took my hand, folding his fingers with mine, intricately. "Yeah. That's true." He moved his head up and down, thoughtfully, "Will you be open with me?"

I considered him as I answered carefully, "As much as I may be. I will not be able to tell all." He nodded, accepting this and was silent for many moments. I waited patiently for him to speak, knowing his thoughts, but not wishing to intrude.

Tracing his thumb over the side of my hand, Namjoon began to speak, asking, "I already know you aren't human, but what are you? Are you an alien? Jimin suggested you were when meeting you at the accident."

I smirked at the edge of a laugh, "I'm sure that I look alien and my gifts may seem so." I told him, "But no. I belong to this earth." When he persisted in watching me, waiting for me to elucidate, I took a deep, steadying breath and looked down at our hands, "You could call me a fairy, or a nature spirit." I responded, as I released my breath.

I looked into his face, again, watching for his response. He meticulously studied my features considering my words and leaned his face towards mine, "Show me again?" He asked gently and with a small, knowing smile, I released my glamour gradually, allowing my true form to shine through.

He watched me in wonder, much less shock and more awe in his features this time. He whispered, wonder still firmly in his expression and voice, "I don't think I could ever get tired of watching you do that."

I smiled evenly, my expression gentle. I lifted my hand and stroked his cheek gently, allowing some of my Light to move under his skin with the softest touch. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply through his nose as he soaked in my touch, then slowly opened his eyes again, his gaze hooded, "What are you doing? When you do that?" He asked me.

Knowing he referred to me showing my true form, and not the touch on his cheek, I responded, "It is glamour." I paused and explained further, "I trick the mind of anyone watching me, to see what I want them to see."

Namjoon nodded his understanding, "So it's a kind of magic." He asked, "But not like what a magician on a stage would use, right?"

I leaned away from him a little, taking in all his features, "It is illusion of a sort." I said, "But not the same, no."

He lightly nibbled on his lip and queried, "Can some people see through it?"

I nodded, "Some. Yes. There are people whose minds are more tightly locked down. They are harder to read. They keep their thoughts and energies close to themselves and do not take mental suggestions well. Such as Yoongi. He is a tough nut." I explained.

Namjoon laughed softly, under his breath, "Yes. Yoongi is. He doesn't exactly trust you, I think, but maybe he is starting to open up to the idea of you." He told me.

I nodded in agreement, "No he doesn't, and yes, maybe he is, but that's okay. I think he is simply protective of you in his way."

He nodded in agreement as he continued to stroke the skin of my hand. He watched our hands, watching the glow wafting from my skin and shook his head, "That is so wild. How you practically glow. Even your hands glow."

I also looked down at our hands and sent some of my Light into him through his hand, as I stated, "I wonder how much of it you can feel." I looked into his face, "Do you feel this?" I asked him.

He blinked as he considered me, "Feel what? What are you doing?"

I raised my brow at him, faintly, sensing that he felt it. "You can feel it. You just don't know what it is, or what it is supposed to feel like."

He contemplated me and looked down at our hands, "It's warm and tingles, I think." He responded.

I smiled and leaned away from him again, pulling the gentle stream of Light I had been sending into him, away and back into myself, "Yes. That is a start." I told him. "Honestly," I said, "I must be careful. I do not wish to hurt you with my Light."

He looked surprised as he regarded me, "Could you?"

I squeezed his hand reassuringly, letting him know I would not do so intentionally, "I could. Think of it as an electric shock. I am a socket and you are a man with his fingers too close to the plug. If I am not careful, I could harm you."

He considered this as he watched me, taking in my words and thinking on them for a moment before broaching another question, "So that means, be careful with you. Don't get too close?"

I smiled softly, "It means, I will need to be more careful of you than you of me. I must watch myself, say, if we become intimate. I could hurt you." I elucidated.

He responded with a simple, "Oh."

I smiled as his lascivious thoughts suddenly became loud and gazed into his eyes again, "But don't worry, if that happens, I will be careful of you." He looked from my eyes to my lips, and then allowed his eyes to trail along the curve of my jaw and neck. Before his eyes moved further he cleared his throat and seemed to think better of his thoughts as he schooled them to other things.

While I waited for Namjoon to coach his thoughts towards politeness, internally laughing at his struggle, I surveyed him. 'This man,' I decided, 'Was quickly becoming dear to me.' Many expressions flitted across his face as he did so, and I found it fascinating to watch him, wanting to catch each one as if it were many fish jumping to the surface of a lake, to fly in the air, before falling again below the surface. I wanted to catch these fish of expression, chew them, and digest them fully.

When his thoughts were mostly reined in, he broached another set of questions, asking, "So if you are like a fairy, how old are you, exactly? Do you have an age?"

I shrugged faintly, as I decided how to explain my age. "I don't actually know." I told him, speaking slowly. "My memories are ancient in the way of humans, but I could also be remembering other lives. Sometimes they become tangled inside my mind." I explained, "But as for human history, I would say that I am intimately familiar with the age some time after the Viking period, but somewhere around the conquest of England around 1066. This is when I began my career in the human world. I know something of Korean history, but I did not experience it personally until much later, shortly after the Joseon period began."

He took this in, analyzing and thinking on it, his brow furrowed and responded, "So you are really old." He stated. I laughed, and retorted, "Yes. In the way of humans, I am very old."

At my words, he leaned towards me again, gazing at me closely, "But you look young. My age, maybe." He commented.

A smile flitted across my face as I explained, "My people do not age in the way of yours." I told him, "And we do not easily die."

He nibbled the inside of his cheek, "But you can die?"

I frowned at his question, "We can. Yes." I tilted my head as I regarded him and asked, "I know you do not intend me harm, Najmoonah, but why do you ask such a question?"

He shook his head as if to reassure me, "I am curious. Just curious. Like, we all die, right? So..." His voice trailed off and he looked at me with a faintly guilty expression on his face, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't scare me." I told him gently as I lifted my hand to smooth his brow, then trailed my fingers down the side of his face, tenderly, "It is a sensitive subject, however. We can die, and therefore we are careful. It is rare to let anyone close to us in this way." I stated, gesturing to the both of us as we sat on his bed, "Though, I have had human lovers and friends before." I told him, explaining further, "You would not be my first."

Namjoon smiled a little, "Lovers and friends." He said, repeating my words, "What are we? It's not a relationship. You made that clear earlier, even though I know you were teasing me."

I suddenly smiled at him, "Friends, perhaps?" I was gently teasing him again, following up on his comment as if demonstrating my ability to tantalize him, and it was clear in my tone. I then continued speaking, growing more serious, "I don't actually know, truly. I do know, as I explained before, that you appear to be part of my path, and I must explore it."

He removed himself from my serious timbre and, in an attempt to lighten the mood, returned it with a teasing smile, "So friends and lovers?" I bit my lip briefly, released it, then licked my lips slowly. His eyes moved to watch my mouth as his expression slowly grew hungry, "I wouldn't mind that at all." He said, quietly. He moved his hand up to cup my cheek, and with it, his thumb traced the edge of my mouth, "You are just so amazing." He said.

I smiled at him softly, gazing into his eyes, as I fully caught his mood, "And you want me." I said.

He nodded once in agreement, "Oh my god. Yes." He breathed, then his hand moved so that his thumb could trace the fullness of my bottom lip, "May I kiss you?" He asked me and I regarded him steadily, feeling the energy between us become more intense.

I gently teased him, "What happened to being a gentleman?" I asked him.

He blinked in surprise at me and looked embarrassed as he began to pull away from me, "I'm sorry." He stated simply.

I shook my head and steadied his hand to place it back firmly on my cheek, "There is nothing to be sorry for, Joon-ah." I explained softly, "Please. Kiss me." I told him and watched as he gazed at me intently.

He asked me gently, "Are you sure?"

I returned his gaze and slowly nodded, "Yes. Please."