One day in Magnate | PJM FF

7. Little Dark One

The sun was setting and it painted the sky in beautiful pastel colors, midnight blue slowly creeping in. Busan's salty breeze hit my face, pushing my hair back as Jimin rode smoothly, casually checking through the rear mirror to see if I was okay. Every time I accidentally locked eyes with him in the mirror, my heart stopped for a second before continuing its rhythmic beating. I liked this feeling, I could certainly get used to it...

The bike came to an abrupt stop at the signal, thrashing my body onto his back, my palms pressed on his shoulder. 

"Sorry about that," he says apologetically, looking at me through the mirror.

"It's okay," I say softly and notice him shudder. I slowly take my hands off of him and place them on my thighs. 

He revs up the engine when the signal turns green and I tilt my head back as he picks up the speed. My hair flowing in the direction of the wind and my chest slowly rising up and down with each breath, I felt free, or somewhat close to it at least. My mind held no thoughts or worries now. I felt safe and I wasn't sure if it was because of the ride or if it had to do with the person giving me the ride. I slowly place my palm on his shoulders again as the road gets bumpier. His white silky shirt feels soft under my skin, the touch feeling intimate and the butterflies threatening to burst from within my core. 

"You doing fine?" he shouts, slowly tilting his head towards the side.

"Mmmh," I replied, nodding my head enthusiastically. I catch him smiling at the mirror and it reciprocates on my face.

"We're almost there," he says before searching for a suitable spot in the parking lot.

Once the engine was switched off, I slowly get off of the bike and loosen the helmet around my head. He jumps off of the bike and slings the backpack onto his back before storing his helmet along with mine in the under-seat storage compartment. 

We walk towards cafe Magnate and he pushes and opens the door for me to enter first. I slip into the air-conditioned room and smooth my hair over, running my fingertips through my scalp. Jimin stands beside me looking around, before pointing at a table near the bookshelf and we walk towards the empty seat. 

"I guess Appa's in the back, I'll quickly meet him and be back," he informs me and I nod my head. "Make yourself at home," he says flashing a charming smile and I smile back at him.

I watch him turn around and walk towards the kitchen area and slip behind a door marked "STAFF". I release a breath I hadn't realized that I was holding and lean back onto the plushy chair and look around.

Sure, I was supposed to get drinks with him but this is not how I imagined it would go about. Then again, what did I imagine in the first place? 

The bike ride was really fun. Calming. I loved watching the streets quickly run behind as he swiftly rode into the night. It was definitely something I could write about or even sketch. I admit I was wary at first, what if this was a mistake? Why did I go to his dance academy exactly? What really was the reason? What was it about him that drew me close to him, intentionally or not? I recall feeling my mind tune into a comfortable silence as we rode on the bike. I can still feel his shoulders underneath my palm, firm and warm. 

I snap out of my thoughts when I see Jimin walk out the door and towards me. I straighten up a bit before noticing the drinks he held in his hand.

He settles on the seat in front of me, placing my drink before me.

"This is one of the relatively newer drinks and it's my absolute favorite," he explains, his eyes gleaming as he spoke. "It's the strawberry latte," he tells me.