Love and Lies -- P.JM

32 - Dinner

Before we could go to the convention or whatever the hell this is, Jimin pulled me to a darker corner of the lobby.

"I almost forgot..." he pulls out a temporary tattoo sticker thing, the same dagger tattoo he has, but small. maybe about 5-7 inches."where do you want it?"

"does it have to be visible?" I say softly

"preferably....yes. I don't want you becoming prey to the goddamn men in there.."

"then....um...what about here?" I point right at my thigh that's exposed by my dress.

"are...are you sure?" he whispers, looking down at me. I just nod. "ok..."

He kneels in front of me, and whispers, tugging gently on the black fabric near my mid thigh. "lift this up a little..." 

I just do as he says, and pull it up a little higher, so the slit reaches just below the top of my thigh. he gently places the dagger tattoo on, blade down, and smooths it out over my skin before spraying it a little with water. Then he peels back the paper backing and dries it off. his hand just lingers for a second longer before he shakes his head a little and gets up.

"all done." he mumbles, as I let the fabric down from my hold. "one last thing. there will be women there. I know I'm acting over protective, but those women are fucking ruthless. Normal dainty-ass girls are one thing, mafia girls are another. Please, if not for yourself, for me, pull the deepest darkest emotions you have in that heart of yours and wear them on your sleeve. I know you're not weak. Not by a long shot. And I want the entire world to know it. Understand?" I nod softly, taking a deep breath and trying to do exactly what he asked me to.

"Lets go" I say softly. He nods and takes my hand and walks me back to everyone else.

"all goo- woahhhh, moon.... tattoos suit you" jin chuckles and and Jungkook lets out a low whistle, earning a smack on his arm.

"okay okay I'm sorry no more whistling I promise." he chuckles and takes my other hand. 

"lets go boys..." I say and follow as tae leads us all to a massive ball room. 3 extravagant chandeliers hang above us, white and gold blackout curtains line each and every window and the tables...God. there are so many, just outlining the humongous room. draped with a white table cloth and adorned with a black and white marbled vase with golden roses, each table has a simple name plate with names of the gangs engraved in gold.

the name plates must not move because the boys instantly knew where to go. as we approached the table, my eyes dart around, counting seven chairs around the table. As expected. I mean what was I expecting, another chair when they didn't even know I was coming? yea no. 

Namjoon looks around and waves over someone I can only hope is a simple waiter and tells him to bring an extra chair. the man glances over at me, causing me to tense up just a little. apparently that was more than enough for Jimin to squeeze my hand reassuringly without even needing to look at me. the guy's a fucking psychic I swear. After the chair arrives and we get settled, somehow I feel thousands of eyes on me. why, I don't know, but I don't intend to find out. i'd rather not if it involves me becoming prey by the end of the night.

Something in me clicks in place. its hard to tell what or why or how. But it just does, and I feel different. not very noticble...but different.

JIMIN POV:

I glanced at her every now and then. She has a weird sparkle in her eyes, but not the one my moon normally does. somethings different. subtle, but different. maybe its how her normally slightly slouchy shoulders roll back. or maybe its the way her expression goes from being nervous and timid to emotionless and fearless. or maybe its the face she hasn't been bothered about the eyes on her. I would get why people would stare. she's fucking beautiful. if we didn't know that before, which is an absolute crime, we do now. obviously, said beauty comes with danger, first of all being the damn toy of any man that manages to swoon her. as if i'd let that happen. and then comes the jealousy. girls and women in the room, regardless mafia or not, are ogling her, ready to beat the crap out of her if she was alone, which she isn't, just because they don't want her to look better than them. or maybe they're jealous of her sitting with us. the gods know we're handsome, but they sure took their time sculpting the masterpiece sitting next to me.

"you all done staring? or should I wait till this dainty ball is over to eat my steak?"

what. the. fuckity. fuck. was. that?!!?

she projected her voice, dropping an octave. God it sounds like a siren calling to me. she never had this much of a gut to call out the half thousand people staring at her before, why does she have it now? and why couldn't she get it before or after?? why now?!

the rest of the people, taking the hint, look away. I know she's beautiful...but I also know why they're staring and it isn't that.

My Moon, Kim Luna,  is the walking embodiment of her mother. she almost looks like her too. the way shes timid and small around us and now fearless in front of the world speaks volumes. that's probably half the reason why they're staring. they know they'll all get hell if they piss her off. What's better? The seven of us get a front row seat.