𝓟𝓼𝔂𝓬𝓱𝓸 (Psycho) || •PJM• ✔️

𝓓𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓻

When Jimin asked her to dinner, he asked because he needed her. Now, standing outside the place, he's terrified.

He's a most wanted man with many people hunting him, but for some reason a date is the most terrifying thing to him right now. It's safe to say whatever he feels for her is taking over his heart. They met by chance, but now he can't get enough of her both sexually and emotionally. It's like he finally has a friend. No, a best friend. He's never told anyone his story before, but here he is.

Jimin told her yesterday to meet him here, he made reservations this morning and now he's outside, waiting. He's not worried about being recognized, this place is owned by Mr. Kim so no one will mess with him. As if that isn't enough, he's a damn killer. If someone called the cops on him, he has enough experience to escape rather easily. He might be scared of losing Y/n, but she's experienced too. She'd be fine.

Speak of the devil, Y/n comes down the sidewalk, her heels clicking against the pavement as she approaches. Jimin's jaw drops once he sees that she's wearing a nice blouse with jeans, contrast to the normally dark attire she wears. Her makeup is light but cute, some blush and bright lips, mascara on her lashes. She's... beautiful.

She smiles as she stops in front of him. On instinct, he pecks her lips, placing his hands on her hips. "You look beautiful, baby girl." 

"So do you," she replies, him smiling with her. He moves one of his hands to entwine with hers, his smile brighter than it's ever been before.

They go inside, quickly getting seated for his reservations, and soon enough they're staring at each other. It's a nice restaurant, but it's also not overly fancy. It's big too, spaced out so the nearest person isn't able to hear their conversation (which is probably important knowing Jimin and Y/n).

Jimin fiddles with his fingers as the waiter places two glasses of water in front of them, Y/n telling him that they don't know what they want yet so he backs off. Y/n meets Jimin's gaze and raises a brow. "Dude, you're sweating more than my victims, you good?" 

"Did... you just call me dude?" he asks.

"Maybe." 

Jimin softly smiles. "Ah I just... I've never done this before." 

The woman folds her hands together on the table, tilting her head. "You've never eaten dinner before?" 

"Okay smartass, I meant a date," he replies with a pout and a huff. 

Y/n gives him a curious glance. "You've never been on a date?" 

"Never. Uh, what do we talk about?"

"Well, from the experience I have, it's always favorite colors first." 

"Favorite colors?" he asks with a laugh, "you're serious? This is what people talk about?"

 She gives him a soft look. "What's yours?" 

Oh shit, she's serious. "Black and blue," he replies, starting to lighten up a little. But only a little. "You?"

"Hm, hard decision, there's a lot of good colors. Maybe the same as you, I always liked darker colors." 

He motions to her attire. "Not feeling the darker side tonight though, hm?" 

"Thought I'd surprise you." 

He can't fight the smile that spreads across his lips, her returning it with a sparkle in her eyes. Fuck his heart just jumped at that look. She's so, so beautiful. Honestly, he's glad to be talking to her like this and not just fucking.

"What else?" he asks, leaning closer. 

"Well, there's favorite food, favorite place, favorite animal..." 

"Favorite animal?" he asks, recoiling ever so slightly, "why would anyone need to know that?" 

"Do you have one?" 

"Am I supposed to?"

"Gosh you're hopeless, at least you're cute," she says, making him laugh. She shakes her head, amusement in her expression. "How about this, think of one animal off the top of your head." 

"Right now?" 

"No tomorrow - yes right now," she replies with a playful eyeroll. She's a bit sassy and a bit of a smartass. If Jimin had a type in a relationship, she would be it. Damn...

"Uh... dog." 

"Okay, so let's say your favorite animal is a dog, how about that?" 

He nods. "Sure. I had a dog once." She raises a brow. "Then it died." She blinks at him, him staring back. "What?" he innocently asks. 

"Well normally when you're on dates, you don't talk about death." 

"Oh." 

"Yeah." She chortles, leaning back in her chair. "You're pretty funny though, so there's that. Cute and funny, maybe you're a keeper after all," she says. 

He runs a hand through his hair, an action he knows makes her weak. "Was I not a keeper already?" 

"You're talking about death while on a date, so I'm not really sure..." 

"Hey!"

They both laugh, to his surprise, a couple of squeaky sounds come out of his. She laughs even harder at his expense, Jimin dialing down to instead pout. However as soon as she meets his eyes, they both burst out laughing again. At this point people are staring at their table with concern. Jimin can't blame them, they sound like dying monkeys. Wait, shit, don't think about death while on a date Jimin. Calm down.

He finally relaxes from his laughing fit, her doing the same. "It wasn't that funny," he says, and she nods in agreement. 

"I don't know why I laughed so hard," she replies with a shrug, "but your squeaky noises are cute too. Looks like you're cute on the inside and the out." 

"So are you, and yes I mean that literally."

She hums, then takes a moment to think about it. "Park Jimin!" 

"What happened to 'Mr. Park', 'daddy', and 'sir' that you were screaming last night?" he asks with a cocky smirk. 

She lets out a long sigh. "Jimin?" 

"Hm?" 

"You know what? Yeah, I think you're a keeper. I really think you are..."