His soft spot | pjm

chapter | 10

Y/N's POV

"That's a nice place you have," I tell him as I look around his nicely decorated apartment, his scent filling the place hugging me.

"Thanks.." he says and I plop down on his couch puffing out a sigh and I close my eyes feeling quite comfortable.

"Are you tired?" He asks as he sits beside me.

"I'm not.. I'm just feeling really comfortable." I open my eyes and look his way, noticing him looking quite strange.

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah.. I'm just not used to this, I don't know how to act," he says, his eyes meeting mine, and I give him a soft smile.

"Jimin.. you don't have to do anything, just let yourself warm up to it, don't overthink it ok? I understand." I place a hand on his shoulder and rub it gently, he lets out a sigh, his shoulders dropping.

"That feels good." He says, and my heart stops for a second.

"You like it?" I say and he hums, making my cheeks feel warm. I do it for a little longer before pulling my hand away, and he suddenly takes my hand before quickly letting it go.

Huh???

"Sorry about that," he says, looking away, and I hesitate a bit before taking his hand in mine and interlocking our fingers.

WHO IS SHE???

"It's okay," I say, and he looks down at our hands, surprised, but quickly brushes it off and returns his gaze to me.

"So... tell me about yourself," I say, and he looks at me strangely.

"You wanna hear about me?" He says, and my heart nearly breaks.

"Of course," I say.

"To be honest, I don't know what to say... I was born in Busan, and... is it ridiculous to say I have nothing else to say?" He looks stressed, so I start making circles with my thumbs on his skin.

"Just tell me about your story," I say with a reassuring smile.

"Uhm, well, I've always had a hard time fitting in, but I think you already know that, I never had any friends aside from Taehyung.. and you now, and I don't know where it comes from, it feels like there's something keeping me prisoner of my loneliness.. although I quite enjoy being alone," he says, and I chuckle a little at the last part.

"You know that's okay, right? Not fitting in doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you... in fact, I think in your case, people need to fit in with you, I was lucky," I say, making him smile.

"I guess... I'm just, I'm technically fitting in because of my looks, but no one really cares, you know. I'm just known for being good-looking and possibly cold, when in reality I just don't know how to interact with people, not that I'm interested anyway. People in our school are not people I want to do anything with in my life."

"Yeah, I totally understand, quality over quantity," I say, and he nods.

Jimin says nothing, and we sit in silence for a few moments. I take the opportunity to look him over from head to toe. I begin with his face, his lovely eyes, his lovely nose, and his lovely lips. My gaze drifts to his neck, the soft looking skin making me want to take a bite into-

CHILL.

Then my gaze wanders down to his arms, which are just the right amount buff, the veins on his hands... and finally to our interlocked hands. Making me pause for a moment.

His hands are small and soft. Cute.

"Are you all right?" I sigh as I look away from his too godly perfect eatable physic.