The singer brushed the little strands away in their set place, looking at the mirror. He matched eyes with his reflection, running his vision through his figure and up at his face. He nodded in approval, satisfied with the reflection.
Just as he scrutinized around the flat, the bell rang. His gut, slightly twisted in nervousness, Jimin confidently walked over to attend the door.
The moment Dan Hwa and Jimin came in plain sight, they were met with a peculiar calmness. A weird kind of relief that also somehow excited their hearts.
After a brief second of pleasant smiles, Dan Hwa raised her hand, drawing Jimin's attention to it. She held a fancy bag, that at one glance looked from an expensive place.
Dan Hwa followed the action with her words.
Dan Hwa : French dinner. The one we planned to have.
Jimin was rather amused to witness such an experimental tone in her demeanor. The singer was teased to a smile, not minding the amiability regardless of how foreign and strange it was.
JM : Please.
Jimin gestured her entrance with a warm hospitality, including a well-crafted assortment of blue and white lilies. Dan Hwa gently grasped the bouquet, as if drawn to such an exotic midnight purple bleeding through those blue petals with the ivory ones, adding just the perfect little contrast of the bright stars and moon.
Attention to such detail instantly stimulated her designer persona. She lifted her eyes, finding his already glad at the delight gleaming from her face. No words were exchanged, the appreciation traveled through in one great harmony.
Once settled by the dining, Dan Hwa rested the flowers beside her as if to charm their night with its aesthetics. Pleased with the position, she finally presented her plan.
Dan Hwa : There was a senior I dated in College. But since my father did not allow me to reveal my identity, I constantly lived in the fear of a tongue slip.
Jimin wondered the quaint choice of a sudden story-telling from her. But he strangely felt more intimate that he shared her secret now. Unlike the guy in the anecdote, the singer entertained a sense of edge to the former. Jimin put a momentary pause to his train of thoughts, resolving to let her continue without interruption.
Dan Hwa : I still wondered what it would be like to date him even when we were dating. A wacky irony it was.
The one across her at present noticed her avoidant eyes as she peeled further layers.
Dan Hwa : Fear led me to avoid him first, be irritable at every possible conversation we had next, and then ultimately separate.
Jimin was unsure how to navigate the situation. Whether to comfort her, or take rounds of revealing an old flame of his. However, before he singled out with something, Dan Hwa interrupted his dilemma.
Dan Hwa : Just so we are not shackled by a curiosity of "what ifs" or "how it would've been"...
The singer silently anticipated her suggestion, a slight twitch in his brows. She darted a confident gaze as she delivered it after a perfect silence.
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Fanfiction"Equality seems unjust to those accustomed to privilege : a painful curse." • • • Park Jimin(박지민) and Baek Dan Hwa(백단화) meet at the psychiatrist's cabin for the first time. But was it really the first? Both had everything they chased for : money...
