In the car, Jimin stares at me as if trying to figure me out."You're really sure you're not scared of beautiful men, anymore?"
I nod. "Yeah, I'm looking and talking to you fine, right?"
Jimin sighs. "Yeah."
I look over and Jimin looks bothered.
"What?" I ask.
Jimin just exhales and shakes his head. "Nothing. Don't worry about it."
"C'mon. Just tell me."
Jimin looks at me again, then looks away. After another minute, he sighs once more.
"You...you better be careful of some of the men..."
What is he talking about?
"They'll lead you on and you'll think they're great and what not..."
Okay...
"And you'll think that so-and-so is better than whoever and you'll go after him..."
You're losing me.
"But he'll just be toying with you...well some of them at least...but I mean-"
"What are you talking about?"
Jimin turns to look at me, his face unusually serious.
"Just because you can talk to beautiful men now doesn't mean you should like them, okay?"
Okay. Let's see now. Taking all those incomprehensible bits and sorting them out...you're saying...
"Do you think I'm going to meet some other guy and stop liking you?"
Jimin sits back and looks away. "Of course not."
Bingo. And suddenly I can't help but smile and start laughing a little.
"You're cute."
Jimin frowns. "I am not cute."
I laugh more. "You're so scared it's cute."
"Just shut up."
"So you were happy when I was scared."
Jimin shrugs.
I laugh more. "I didn't know you were so worried."
"I AM NOT."
Jimin stares out the window.
"Jimin?"
He turns around. "What?"
I point at him. "You don't have to worry. When I like something, I like it a lot. And I like you."
Jimin holds his breath for a second before turning back around to face the window.
"Yeah, yeah."
I grin.
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The ballroom of The Pharoah with all its decorations, place settings, and live quartet probably costs more than my house and Jb's house combined.
Do you think they'll let me take home a fork and plate as a souvenir?
The ceilings rise up fifteen feet, circular tables don the room with brand name tableware, and a different floral arrangement is placed at each center. The floor is a design of deep purple and bright white tile. A small stage has been set up on one side of the room and a string quartet is currently up there. Miniature waterfalls have been set up with fake rocks and lily pads on opposite ends of the room.

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Fear Me P.JM
FanfictionMy name is Nikito Travis. I'm a junior in high school, and I live with a terrifying, soul-shaking curse: I am absolutely, irrationally afraid of beautiful men. Like, heart-palpitations, knees-buckling, can't-make-eye-contact kind of afraid. It's tra...