Forget Me Not✔️

An Elegant Man

Pulling up to Trade Tower deep in the heart of Seoul, the cab came to a slow stop. You peered out the window at the colossal building that was designed to look like steps that led up to the vast night sky. He really liked tall buildings didn't he? The irony was not lost on you. 

You gratefully paid the driver for the ride and stepped out of the car, sliding your purse's strap over your shoulder as you firmly pressed your heels into the sidewalk. You craned your neck to get a better look at the top of the skyscraper, almost losing your footing in doing so. The only downfall you could see from living in a place like this? No stars. With all the lights of the bustling city, the only glow in the sky was purely florescent. You had to drive miles and miles away to see a star.

You sucked in a deep breath and tried to ease your quickening heart rate. Why were you so nervous now? You slid your fingers into your bag and pulled out your phone, sending a quick text to Jimin to let him know you had arrived before slipping it back into the grey bag.

Your heels tapped against the concrete as you began to make your way to the set of glass doors in front of you, tightening the shawl around your shoulders to shield yourself from the cool wind that blew against your skin.

The lobby you entered was simple and clean, and people from all walks of life milled about dressed in suits and business casual attire. Your eyes scanned the room in search of the man you were here for, roaming over face after face. He shouldn't be hard to find, his bright pink hair alone made him stick out like a sore thumb. You probably got here before he did, which was surprising. 

After a few moments, you debated on giving up your search and finding a seat to wait for him in the mean time. Your eyes trailed to a dimly lit corner of the room where a few plush couches circled around some coffee tables as a form of a waiting area.

You walked towards them, the sound of your shoes clicking against the marble floor with each step you took echoing in your ears. You rounded a set of tall potted plants that gave off a subtle, sweet aroma. You touched one of the petals, it was rare that one found real living foliage inside of a building as opposed to the usual fake things. Your eyes roved over the decorations, lovely and delicate. You diverted your attention from the young cherry blossom tree and your breath hitched slightly at the lean form sitting a foot from them, previously just out of your line of sight. 

There he was, slightly hunched over in his seat with his eyes fixated on his phone, likely reading the text message you had just sent moments ago. His hair was parted down the middle, whisked to either side as his dark eyes stared at the screen and carefully read the words displayed. His ringed fingers clutched the device and reflected light from the tall lamp next to him. 

His suit was form fitting, hugging the curvature of his frame in all the right places. A simple black suit with a plain white dress shirt and black tie that drew your attention and caused your eyes to drift to his sharp jaw line that seemed as though it could cut glass. He looked flawless, every bit of him. A picture perfect man straight out of a magazine. You were left frozen in your state of awe.

He must have felt you staring, because he looked up seconds later. His eyes, almost black in the dim light, met yours and held them only for a second before a movement caught your attention. His plump lips spread into a slow smile and you had the afterthought of him as a cat-like con artist, a smooth criminal. Not wanting him to take you staring at his lips the wrong way, you brought your gaze back to his. He always seemed so amused every time he looked at you. As if he knew the effect he had on you and planned to milk it for all that it was worth. 

He rose to his feet and slipped his phone back into his pocket in a single fluid motion as he began to approach where you were still standing beside the tree. 

"There you are." He purred, his footsteps making no sound as he walked along the rug that rested under the seating area. Your heart sped up a bit the closer he got to you.

You cleared your throat softly, trying to gain back your ability to speak, but could only offer a small nod. He seemed to notice your meekness and smiled even wider, delighting in his gift of making you flustered.

He stopped just a few feet away from you as his eyes drank you in. You could feel his gaze running up the length of your body from your feet to your face, causing you to look down to make sure everything was still the way you had last seen it yourself.

"You look absolutely stunning, Y/N." He finally said, meeting your gaze. The tone in which he spoke left little room for you to doubt his sincerity.

You licked your painted lips lightly and glanced over to the side to break away from his intense stare in attempts to keep your cheeks from reddening. "Thank you. I went out and bought this dress today." You don't know why you'd said that, you hadn't needed to let him know that. If anything, you knew it would only add fuel to his cocky fire. He didn't let you down.

"So, no one has gotten to see you in this outfit before?" Jimin smirked, tilting his head to the side as his bangs brushed along his forehead.

"No." You answered, smiling despite yourself. You couldn't help it, his grin made you do the same. One of the many involuntary responses your treacherous body had to him.

"Then I'm honored to be the first man that has gotten to see true radiance." He replied shamelessly, making your face heat. "Ah," he gave you a toothy wolf smile, "there it is. I love it when you turn that beautiful scarlet color." He brazenly reached a hand up and caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers. You stepped back slowly and his hand returned to his side, an apologetic smile for his brashness gracing his face.

You released a breath you hadn't realized you had held and cracked a smile as your fingers raised to brush a bit of hair from your warm face. "Calm down, Romeo. Technically the cab driver saw me first." You bit back your nerves with sarcasm, as usual. You didn't want to play his game, you were too stubborn. His arrogance only made you more determined to wipe that grin smooth off his face.

Jimin chuckled deeply, causing his chest to rumble and shake from under the confines of his suit. "Are you trying to get me to beat up a cabbie now?" He laughed.

"You hit anyone tonight and I'm leaving." You shot back quickly as you tightened your lips at him. No more fighting, especially not because of you. You were so very tired of it all. He was joking, of course, but you still had to stop your thoughts from turning to a dark place. To Namjoon's bruised face and Jimin's split lip. That lip was still in fact healing, and the fact that you were now looking directly at the scarred flesh did not escape Jimin. 

He boldly took a step forward and let his head fall more sharply to the side as he kept his gaze on you, trying to bring you back and steer your mind away from that night. "Does that include hitting on you?" He teased, playing on your words.

You rolled your eyes, raising a hand to place it on his broad chest and give him a gentle shove back as you laughed. "Are we here to have dinner or stand in the lobby all night?" You questioned, changing the subject.

"Right. Shall we then?" He asked and you nodded. Jimin kept the corner of his lips set into that sly grin before he took a step back and offered his arm out to you to take like a gentleman. You weren't fooled entirely by the expensive suit and polite gesture, though. 

You stared at the bend of his elbow for a brief moment before letting your fingers crawl into the crevice and lightly hook your arm in his.