Masked Devotion [Jimin fanfic]

Part 7 // Spaghetti Bolognese

The restaurant was weirdly enough very calm and not crowded at all; which was surprising given the fact that it was 19.00 PM on a Friday night in the heart of Seoul. A soulful pianist was playing Première Gymnopédie by Erik Satie on a marvellous grand piano in the back of the restaurant whilst waiters with silly mustaches and waitresses with crimson red lipstick on were serving small yet expensive looking meals to the costumers who all seemed to be over 65 years old. 

I look around, trying to see where the boys and Lia went, only to find Jimin standing beside me, having a conversation with a waiter. The waiter directs his long, muscley arm to a table for two in the corner of the restaurant. Jimin nods and then looks at me with those magical, glimmering dark chocolate eyes. 

"Just follow me, ok?" he says as he's taking out his hand. He takes a firm grip around mine, making my heart flutter slightly. His warmth spreads and my hand starts to go back to its normal temperature. But it wasn't just my hand that was warming up, but my whole body.

"Ok." you answer, still not knowing why Lia and the rest of BTS just left us. We all had been walking together, and just as Jimin and I were walking in, they were all gone. 

He leads me gently to the table, and I feel happy, yet a bit anxious. I'm not wearing the right attire at all, but it feels like everyone else is, and it's probably true. But even though Jimin isn't really wearing the right attire either , but he still manages to pull his outfit off fabulously, looking more handsome than ever.

We come to the table, which is romantically decorated with small, vanilla scented candles in round glass candleholders in various places in that part of the restaurant,with two red roses in a peculiar but beautiful vase in the middle of the table. 

He pushes the chair back for me to sit on, and whilst I'm making myself comfortable, he sits at the other end. 

The only thing I can do is gasp. I continue to look around, only to find new, small, picturesque details of the restaurant . It was my first date. 

"Do you like it?" Jimin says, as he's scratching the back of his head, probably from being nervous, making his natural, exquisite fluffy hair go wild, but a good wild. Not Albert Einstein wild. Perfectly wild.

"I-I'm at loss of words, Jimin." I reply, looking into his eyes whilst leaning over the table slightly, making my arms gently fall on to the edges of the table. 

"This is beyond magical. These kind of places only exist in my imagination, yet here I am. "

"It's my favourite restaurant, you know. I only go here when I'm in love, and let me tell you, that doesn't happen often." Jimin says.

I feel some sort of tingle, or energy in me, starting from my toes, traveling all the way up to my neck. It makes me feel balanced, peaceful, but still lively as hell. I didn't know that I would be signing up for this magical mystery ride when I applied for the job as the makeup artist. The time had flown by, and I'm already this close to Jimin.

Jimin slowly, little by little, places his hands on mine, looking into me the whole time, and smiles. A genuine smile. We both fumble around with our fingers for a little while, until we hold hands. I don't dare to look down, scared that it'll ruin the moment, but of course I do anyway. I suddenly notice Jimin doing the same thing, and we also both realise it at the same time. We laugh in unison, enjoying the moment. 

A short while later, the same muscely waiter comes with the unexpected food that I didn't recall that we had ordered. I had totally forgotten that we had most likely come here to eat. Jimin must've ordered food whilst talking to the waiter.

"There you go, Spaghetti Bolognese!" Blurts the waiter out in a lousy, fake italian accent. 

I feel my stomach growling, as me and Jimin start to tuck in, not caring if we look like barbaric freaks. 

"Are you ready to go? We need to be back at BigHit soon." I say as I start putting on my jacket.  

"Hmm...Not yet." Jimin says. He exhales, then says "Actually, I think I am. C'mon"

We walk towards the exit, and just as we're stepping outside , I swing around and say:

"Hey Jimin, I'm really thankful for this nig-"

But I get interrupted. 

By a kiss. 

Jimin grabbed my body, pulling me closer to his, as he's holding my head carefully whilst he's kissing me passionately. It takes me some time to adjust, but when I do, it feels amazing. Our lips connect like long lost puzzle pieces, and I put my legs around his waist. He supports me by holding the end of my back, and swings me around. We stop kissing and just stare into each others eyes. I smile and try to hug as much of him as I can. I jump of gracefully , and give Jimin a last passionate kiss. 

"I-I...I love you, Park Jimin" I say, shaking a bit out of excitement from what had just happened.

"I love you too, Y/N" 

He takes my hand, squeezes it gently and says "Let's go home, beautiful" , and we walk home, under the shining stars and dazzling moonlight.