To The Boy With Orange Hair// Jikook

Don't Let go, Jungkook!

Jungkook's POV

I still feel a little nervous even after dinner. Jimin was so sweet the entire time; laughed at all my jokes, he even complimented me, and then he talked so freely that I felt myself envying him. He's so kind and confident. He's not proud or pushy, rather he's patient, passionate, and easy to talk with. As he sips the last bit of red wine from his glass I feel myself staring at him. He's so beautiful, sitting across from me in his dark sweater, smiling his head off...I feel my own lips turn up at the corners, and my eyes fall easy as I can't stop looking at him.

"...so anyways, by the end of the night she was completely drunk and I had to carry her home." He finishes he story and I can't help but join in with his angelic laugh. "Okay," He begins after he gets himself under control. "I've been talking way too much. You're turn, tell me something about you."

"....uh, well..." I search for anything to say but my mind is blank. I honestly wouldn't mind if he talked all night long, I just want a little more time, just a few more hours to watch this beautiful person. "What do you want to know? I'm not usually someone who likes to talk about myself...sorry." I smile shyly and scratch the back of my head. In my stomach I feel a pit of anxiety brewing. What if I'm boring to him?

Jimin's POV

I tuck my hands under the table to keep them from shaking. I was so nervous telling him about myself. I mean, he's so fun to talk to, and he always says the right thing, but I'm so giddy and nervous around him I have to force myself to stop blabbering.

"...uh, well..." He begins, scratching nervously at the back of his head and suddenly my fingers are dying to know what it feels like to run my fingers through his dark brown hair. "What do you want to know? I'm not usually someone who likes to talk about myself..." He's quiet for a moment as a bashful smile spreads across his perfect lips. "...sorry." He adds softly. OH! I just want to hold him!

"What is your dream?" I ask suddenly.

"My dream?" He asks, looking a little startled.

"Well...I guess..." He swirls his nearly untouched red wine. He smiles and turns his gaze away slightly.

"You can tell me." I say, trying to reassure him. "I won't judge you."

"Well..." He flicks his eyes up at mine and I feel as though he's knocked the breath out of me as he tells me the most beautiful dream I've ever heard. "I just want to be happy. I don't have any big dreams...because well..." He turns his gaze out the window to the soft falling snow outside. "as long as I have the person I love the most by my side..." He looks back to me and I know my eyes are wide, but I just can't look away. His gaze turns back to the falling snow and couples passing in bundled coats. "...I'll always be living my dream. No matter where I go...or what I do...what my job is, or how much money I have" He chuckles softly as his own thoughts." ...my only dream is to have someone to love and spend my life with;...taking life as it comes; growing and learning together...loving life...together." He looks back at me with a slight blush on his cheeks, but his eyes are peaceful and soft. His heart...he's so pure...so ready to love. Suddenly I tear falls from my eye and quickly I wipe it away.

"Oh...sorry." I say, sniffling softly.

"Are you okay?" He shakes his head. "I shouldn't have told you, sorry-"

"No." I cut him off. "I...I'm glad you did..." I wipe away the rest of my tears. "it's just...you're really good at picking dreams." I chuckle softly and look away.

He says nothing, only sits and smiles at me. It's quiet for a moment and I know his gaze is on me, so-with much build up of courage and wine- I look back at him.