Little Miss Pretender | 𝐏𝐉𝐌

Chapter 4: Arts and Blocks

Jimin's POV

I snapped out and looked over to the next table, seeing that they overhear what she said.

"I guess?" I replied. "Uh, um..." I stuttered and stood up. "T-take a seat." I pulled the chair for her and she sat on my chair instead, leaving me sitting on the chair that I pulled for her. "Right." I say.

She looked around. "Have you ordered?" She asked as she placed a table cloth on her lap.

"Umm, yeah right I'm Jimin, Park Jimin." I introduced myself as I chuckled, thinking about she thought about the food first before introducing ourselves to each other. I put my hand out to her, asking for a handshake.

"We already know each other." She replied, ignoring my hand. "Hope you didn't order me a salad, like those other jerks who assume ladies should eat less." She continued with a stern voice.

I put my hand down under the table and gulped. "Well, this is a tough one." I mumbled.

"What did you say?" She looked at me, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, nothing! I just think uh..." I looked on the table as I clicked my tongue. "Yeah, I think this table is tough. Probably this is older than us, right?" I chuckled awkwardly.

She looksled at me with like I was a weird perverted guy. Jeez, this date is not friendly. Can you be a little nice, at least? I thought to myself.

"I saw you wearing earphones on the way here, what are you listening? Do you like music?" I asked and she immediately replied.

"Murder cases podcasts."

"Oh..." I pursed my lips and nods. "I like action too!"

"This is not your typical action movies, mister."

"Right." I scratched my head and looked at the view. I laid my arm on the stone wall that was between the place and the riverside.

I took a deep breath. "So what do you love?" Asking with sincerity, looking at the view.

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Y/N's POV

I looked over to him, surprised with his question. I thought about it for a bit. He looked over me and waited for my response.

"I paint." I replied dryly.

"Oh, what do you paint?"

"I don't even remember how I used to paint."

"What?"

"Nothing." I shaked my head. "I just paint what I feel and what I want."

"Can you paint me? Like, I think I'm not that hard to paint." He chuckled and joked around.

"Wow, you're so full of yourself." I said as I nodded and chuckled as I smirked a little.

"Oh, that's it. Just a little joke and you'll be smiling. I didn't know you can be friendly." He said sarcastically and shaked his head.

I twitched my upper right lip and grimaced.

A waiter approached us with our meal and placed it down on our table.

"Oh, that's mine!" He grabbed a plate of salad from my side and switched it up with his pesto pasta.

I looked over to him and thought that surely he ordered me a salad. I raised my eyebrows as I coughed and shaked my head.

He smiled awkwardly and thanked the waiter.

"So, Park Jimin... What do you love?" I asked and he almost choked on his food.