Tiny Dancer (Park Jimin)

III

{Name}'s POV

You were met by Park Jimn's dark eyes, not any more than a few inches away from him. Alarmed, you took a step back, Not having expecting him to be so close.

“Omo! What are you doing here? We are closed” he did the same as you, taking a step backwards,

“ Ah, really? I'm sorry to bother you like this. But the sign said open, so I just..um..” He stuttered nervously, his cheeks turning light pink.

“Oh, I must have forgotten to lock the..” You gestured to the door, now glad that you didn't have a creepy stalker on  your hands. You took a look at his face again, Park Jimin. Right in front of you. In your restaurant. An idol! And from your mother's favorite group, nonetheless!

Expecting him to want to order something, you spoke, “Well we are closed, but I can whip something up quickly, if you would like.” You gestured limply at the kitchen. You weren't sure how to act around an idol, especially this one.

His eyes followed your hand and he coughed a bit awkardly,  “um, I actually kinda wanted to talk to to you, but  if it's a bad time…” Jimin’s head was cocked slightly to the side, ready to turn around and leave the place. His pretty eyes trained on your face. Waiting for you to say something.

“Me..?” You asked him, pointing at yourself. Making sure he said what you thought he did, "You, wanted to talk to me?"

He nodded timidly, his cheeks now crimson. You tucked a strand of your hair back behind your ear with a finger, not sure how to respond. He wanted to see you? Why? You could imagine your mother's reaction. She would probably start planning a wedding as soon as she saw him. Whether it would be to make him marry you or her, was an unsolved mystery.

You let your eyes flicker towards the wall clock, 10:32pm.

Deciding that since he came at such a time, whatever he had to say to you must have been important. Just because of that you were about to tell Jimin that he could stay. But you stopped yourself from doing so. Why would he come at such a time? What could be important for him to tell you? Why you of all people? 

Having followed your gaze and guessed what you were thinking, Jimin cleared his throat, “Ah, um I kinda wanted to talk to you alone, that's why I came at a later time” He saw your  even more alarmed face at those words,  did he really just want to talk or did he have something else on his mind? “I didn't really want to get seen, you know because of all of that stupid idol stuff.” He added quickly, trying to show you that he was to be trusted  “I take it you know me?” You indicated yes, unsure of whether to trust this man or not.

You went ahead and trusted him. With his nervous glances and cheeks that were getting redder by the minute, he didn't look like he meant you any harm.

You pulled out a random chair at a random table, “Then, why don't you sit down? Would you like some coffee or something? it's not much trouble.” He nodded, sitting down. You headed into the back to get some tea.

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Once in the kitchen, you collapsed against some crates and took a deep and shaky breath. Park Jimin. Someone you thought you would never meet again. You didn't even think you wanted to. You ran your fingers through your [Curly/Wavy/Etc] hair, still in denial. You looked at the door leading to the front of the restaurant.  But there he was, waiting right outside the door.

You got two mugs of coffee, took a unsteady breath. Your heart was thumping, wanting to jump out of your chest and run away. You walked out anyway, Jimin's head shooting up as he saw you. He smiled softly at you as you sat down across from him. You carefully studied his expression as you spoke, “So, what did you want to talk to me about?”