Broken is Beautiful (PJM 18+)

Tolerable

"What should I wear?" I wonder aloud to Taehyung, who's hovering in my room. "Not a hoodie again," he teases, and I give him an annoyed look.

"How about this?" He says and pulls out a red silk top. I nod approvingly at his selection. "Pair it with those black skinny jeans you have and some pumps. You'll knock him on his ass." I laugh at his wording. I didn't knock anyone down like that. I wasn't a 'knockout' as Tae was implying.

"Good choices, now get out so I can get dressed," I boss him, and he nods, leaving the room. I lock my door and get dressed.

I step out of my room, fully dressed, and do a spin for Taehyung. He whistles. "Gorgeous!" He says and claps his hands. I giggle at him. He gets up off the couch and comes over to hug me. "You have a good time. Relax and be yourself. You told Jimin the hard part, now enjoy a date for once." I nod to his words. I would try.

But I couldn't fully relax. Jimin might have said he doesn't care about my scars, but he hasn't seen them yet. I fear he will think differently once he does. I truly hoped he wouldn't though.

"I'll try," I promise to Tae, and he kisses the top of my head.

I grab his keys and leave to drive to Jimin's apartment.

My nervousness kicks in as I walk into his building. Our last date didn't end so well, but I was hoping to make up for that. We were having a blast together before all that happened.

With a quick knock on B21, Jimin opens his door and grins when he sees me. "Hello there beautiful," he smirks, and I blush at the intensity of his gaze. His eyes pan up and down my body. "You look lovely," I smile awkwardly. I'll never be able to accept compliments appropriately. It's hard to when you don't believe them.

"Y-You look nice too," I stutter to him, my nervousness getting the better of me. I hated how he made me stutter. I've made speeches, presented in college and led meetings at work and never have I stuttered before. But with him my whole essence becomes muddled.

Jimin was just wearing a plaid button up shirt tucked into black jeans. But they were tight jeans and suddenly I was hyperaware of how muscular his legs were.

"Come in!" He smiles brightly and I follow behind him, looking at his butt in those tight jeans and I about trip over my own feet. I needed to cool it. Yes, Jimin was an absolutely astonishingly handsome man, but I didn't want to be like the girls on the street that day. He was more than his looks, he was sweet. I liked who he was on the inside as well.

He goes and plops down on his couch and pats the spot beside him. I swallow heavily at the bedroom eyes he's giving me. He makes breathing very difficult.

I notice that there's a room-divider in front of the fireplace, blocking it from view. I bust out laughing, he was adorable. He giggles along with me. "You like that?" I nod and stop my laughter. "Yes, very sweet but hilarious." He grins, happy to see me smiling and laughing.

I liked his sense of humor, it was refreshing. Most people take my condition too seriously and make it awkward. But a reaction like this is what I wanted. Something light. He was hilarious.

Taking a seat beside him, Jimin grabs the remote. "We didn't get to watch Train to Busan, still want to watch that?" I nod my head. He clicks around until he finds it and then hits play. Jimin scoots a little closer to me and my heart beat picks up.

I was feeling a little at ease.

Jimin holds out his hand and smiles heavenly. I look down at my hand that's still light bandaged and he laughs through his nose, feeling embarrassed. "How about this then?" He says and throws his arm around my shoulder, pulling me back against the couch and closer to his body. I'm frozen in place.

"Much better," he whispers into my ear, and I feel my face heat up. I could feel his chest moving with his breaths. Even something as subtle as his breathing was making me flustered. Just feeling his body in general was disconcerting.

About half way through the movie, Jimin decides to give me another heart attack. He leans his face to my neck, moving my hair away with his nose. I hear a soft laugh as he sees me tense up at his movements. "Is it too soon to ask you to be my girlfriend?" I turn my head to face him. His eyes search all over my face. "What?" I whisper and he smirks. Knowing good and well that I heard him.

Smirking so devilishly, he uses his fingers to comb my hair away from my ear and places my hair behind it. He leans in and whispers against my ear. "Will you be my girlfriend?" I feel the heat rising to my cheeks from my neck. I wish I could control how my body responded to him.

"I don't think you'll want that when-" He cuts me off, holding his index finger firmly to my lips. "Ah! What have I said about not making my decisions for me?" I smile a little, being ashamed that I already forgot what he told me. "Yes..." I whisper and my cheeks burn bright red.

"Yes, what?" He teases me, raising his eyebrows for a split second. I look away and play with a loose corner of my bandage on my hand. "Yes, I'll date you."

Smiling so radiantly, Jimin uses his fingertips to turn my face towards him. He leans in and aims his lips towards mine. I close my eyes and let the warmth from the kiss spread across my body. The volume from the tv dissipates and all I can focus on is the amazing sensation of his lips on mine.