Countdown To You | Pt. 4
Genre: angst, fluff, a tiny bit of implied smut
(YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED LOL)
Member: Park Jimin
“Your soulmate clock is actually a countdown of how long your soulmate has left to live and holy shit you have to find your soulmate soon because your clock says you have three months left.” (source.)
A/N: woah, i’m early lmao. i was supposed to update this on the 8th but i finished it sooner than i thought so…. here you go! ;)
Song rec: Love In Color - Taeyeon
You truly felt like an outcast in this expensive, European restaurant located in the middle of the Gangnam era, chewing on some expensive ass piece of meat – so expensive that you would be able to buy yourself ten McDonalds menus, the kind of restaurant that was more of your level. As you chewed on the expensive, but immensely delicious, piece of meat, you scanned your surroundings once more. The fellow customers looked like people who were at Jimin’s level – rich, good-looking and tremendous – the kind of person you never would be.
“Relax a bit, will you? You’re really tense at the moment.”
Jimin’s honeydew-like voice caused you to jump in your seat slightly, as a light shade of red rose to your cheeks, a bit embarrassed at the fact that Jimin probably noticed you being an awkward mess. If he indeed noticed this, he did not say anything about it, knowing that it would make the situation even more awkward – and you silently thanked him for not remarking it.
“I wish I could, but this place makes me a little bit conscious about myself you know,” you deadpanned, eying Jimin with an emotionless expression as you kept munching on your food. You must have looked ridiculous, because a second later, your CEO was laughing wholeheartedly at you. If the person laughing at you was not Park Jimin, you’d probably throw a fork at him in irritation.
“Don’t worry about that, Y/N. That dress makes you look as elegant as the other women in here,” Jimin complimented you, before taking a small sip of his wine – his eyes still glued on yours. You almost choked in your meat as you heard this unusual compliment, and you could stop yourself from coughing out loud in time. You then looked down at your dress briefly, quirking up an eyebrow as you thought of Jimin’s compliment while seeing how tight the dress was on you.
“Are you sure about that? I don’t think elegant is the right way to describe my look,” you said mockingly, stabbing the fork into the piece of meat, but you quickly stopped it after realizing how expensive this piece of meat actually was.
“Maybe I used the wrong words.” With that, Jimin put down his glass of wine, before eying you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You could not help but just blink at him, wondering what he was about to say next, as you put down your fork as well.
“It’s not the dress that makes you look elegant. It’s you yourself that makes you look elegant. Maybe it’s just me, or this crazy attraction that I feel towards you every time I lay my eyes on you – but in my eyes, you always look elegant. Yeah, it’s not the dress. It’s you.”