Mimi's fluttering wings came to a screeching halt as he hovered mid-air in front of the cottage. If he was one of those metal boxes humans drove around, others could have heard a screeching sound. But all that could be heard were a tiny flutter of his glittery wings that would be a mere buzz to human ears.

Bright lights were coming from the inside of the cottage. His big eyes rounded, and vibrant pink pupils dilated. Long lashes cast shadows over his cheeks as he blinked several times to comprehend what he witnessed.

A human stood in the cottage with a drink in his hand, and there was a fire in the hearth. A tall, freaking human actually was inside the cottage he called home. Someone was in his cottage: someone very shirtless and all hard muscled.

Mimi growled in his throat, violently shaking his head to remove that image from his eyes. He won't let this distract him from the fact that this man, whoever he was, was in his home. The very house he occupied for the past five springs.

He backtracked a bit, wondering if he had come to the wrong house. But there was no mistaking the quaint cottage. The flowers he tended to were in full bloom. Thankfully, the stranger hadn't touched them. He scowled as he flew to the window. He put both his palm on it and silently gasped at the warmth it radiated.

Who is he? Didn't the previous owner die without an heir?

He fluttered his wings and soared upward to the small opening that let him inside. Everything was new. The walls had unique colors, and the windows sported new curtains. He sniffed at the pleasant fragrance emerging from the red cloth. It was thick yet so soft to touch. He nuzzled his face with a satisfying sigh only to pull back with another growl.

These drapes belonged to the stranger. How dare he?

He glided through the living area, hiding behind a curtain with only his small head peeking out when the human turned. He seemed to be talking on the phone. His rosy pupils widened further when he noticed the moving, talking human faces on the screen.

The little pixie cocked the head to the side, mouth falling agape as he stared. A wide screen was mounted on the wall, from which soft music played. However, this strange thing was new and different. He had witnessed humans using the similar thing on walls before, but this human seemed to have a real conversation with the humans on the other side.

He listened keenly. Deciphering their words was easy. He had lived with humans long enough to understand and speak their language. Besides, almost every pixie in Pixie Hollow spoke the language of humans.

The more he listened, the more angrier he grew. So the human planned to stay longer. Not only that. He planned to bring his friends too.

Not on my watch.

No one is fishing on my lake, and no one is staying in my home.

He pivoted mid-air and headed to his small corner just out of the living room, hidden from the naked view ready to crawl into his bed, only to halt when he noticed his beautiful nest was gone. The small gap between the wall and the wooden beam that connected to the window was bare. There was no sign of his nest. It smelled foreign, too, and he couldn't say what it was.

With a gasp, he glanced at the ceiling to see all the spider webs were gone as well. Oh, God, his precious Peter and Angelo. His lips wobbled. He flew around the area, eying every inch that was no longer familiar.

His heart constricted when he saw the empty corner again. It was a gorgeous straw nest one of the pigeons built when he moved in. When it left, he made it his. Over the days, he found beautiful, soft feathers to create a bed; it was the coziest bed.

He also noticed the broken glass was fixed. The pixie clenched his tiny fists, wings fluttering faster than ever as his face turned red in anger. It must be that human.

Now, where am I supposed to sleep?

He turned, flying to each room, his heart breaking with every unfamiliar and strange thing that now occupied the space. The old furniture were all replaced except for a few. It was all gone. It didn't look like his home anymore.

He stumbled across a marvelous bed in one of the rooms. A tiny gasp left his mouth when he saw the huge four posted bed that now occupied majority of the room. The walls were dark grey and the bed and mattress matched the walls. On top of it were several small beds those humans called pillows.

Mimi glanced behind him. There was no sound. The human seemed to be too busy conversing with his buddies. He eyed the grey canopy that covered most of the bed.

Curious eyes took everything in wonder. Another gasp escaped him when his feet landed on the bed. He had a feeling it would be soft. He removed his leafy boots and pressed his toes on the bed. The next moment, he jumped on the bed with a squeal.

"Fluffy," he squeaked. It felt thousand times better than rolling on the grassy meadows. The cloth was softer than a flower petal. Perhaps as soft and smooth as the swan's lush feathers. Mimi sighed contently. But sat upright with a scowl when he realized the human would be sleeping comfortably on this, but he had no place to sleep.

He was fuming when his gaze fell on something on the chair. Mimi flew to the chair, hovering over the soft woolen material. He glanced over his shoulder and touched it, marveling at the softness once again. This human must have a liking for soft, warm things.

He flew around it one more time before wiggling between the soft folds. This was gray as well. Does the human love this color so much? Mimi would have preferred some other color. A fluorescent green, perhaps. Similar to the shawl he found in one of the rooms here.

Mimi missed that. When some night became unbearably cold, he would sneak into the old room to snuggle into that shawl. Now that was gone as well. Instead, a vast wooden cabinet stood in the corner where he used to have that shawl.

As he wiggled around, admiring the softness and the warmth, a sudden thought crossed his mind. The human took his nest and his shawl. This scarf was a perfect replacement for that. He came out of the scarf and glanced at it thoughtfully.

Mimi caught the end and tugged, seeing it was long but lighter. It would make a perfect bed. However, he would need a different place to sleep. Sleeping in the same wooden beam wouldn't be a wise choice if in case the human decided to clean again.

With a hum, he dragged the scarf outside the room, looking around. When he noticed the attic, he hurried over with the scarf trailing after him. He enthusiastically flew to the hatch. The door was heavy, but nothing was impossible with some magic.

Mimi snapped his fingers, and the hatch lifted, allowing him free passage. He hummed a cheerful tone. The attic was clean as well but held several boxes. He rushed to the window sill that overlooked the garden outside and had a good view of the sky.

The attic was one of his favorite places in the cottage. It was just so beautiful on a moonlit night. Some nights Mimi would go to the roof and watch the moon's perfect image on the lake.

He weaved the scarf in a comfortable shape that mimicked the form of a bird's nest and climbed inside once done. It was indeed the most comfortable bed he'd ever had. He might dislike the human, but at least it gave him something.

And the human owed it to him for destroying his nest and driving Peter and Angelo out of the home. But, most of all, for barging into his home. He would have to search for Peter and Angelo. He thought they could be in the garden. He would find it tomorrow. But, for now, he was so exhausted from the long flight from Pixie Hollow.

He nuzzled his face in the softness of the wool, inhaling the pleasant scent that was similar to the scent on the human's bedding. Then, with a long sigh, he fell into a dreamless slumber.

***

Jungkook's eyes were droopy, and he yawned multiple times before he decided it was time to bed. Finally, he dragged his feet to the bedroom though the couch was comfortable.

He had work the next day and didn't think his back would agree if he were to sleep here on the couch. The bedroom was his favorite part of the home. His hyungs loved the place, and he was extremely happy tonight.

The beer made him pleasantly buzzed and slightly tipsy. Just the way he liked. He turned off the lights and slipped inside his room, falling face-first into the bed with a pleasant groan.

"Goodnight to me," he mumbled, falling asleep almost immediately.