When the Moon Watches

Table for Two - 11

Jina:

After about a whole 5 minutes of nervous waiting at the door, I decide to leave. Finally hearing footsteps approaching, I turn back when the door eventually opens with a disheveled, sleepy-looking Yoongi standing there rubbing his eyes in confusion. With fluffy hair sticking up and a puffy face, he looks even cuter.

"Hello, Yoongi. Am I too early?" I asked confused at his state of undress.

"Oh my goodness, Jina! C-come in, please," he stutters embarrassed that he was not ready for me.

"Yoongi, if you're not ready, I can come back later."

"No, no, please sit. I'll be back really quick."

Yoongi runs back into his room making me smile at his quick retreat. I use the time to take a look around his apartment a small smile gracing my lips when I see he had prepared for my visit. An intimate table set for two held a small vase with pretty pink and white flowers. The kitchen is immaculate and the apartment is neat. Not exactly what I expected from a guy living alone, especially not an artist. I did notice though that Yoongi's face and hands still held traces of red paint.

I move to sit on the couch and wait, excited to see his art and hear him play. A beautiful piano takes up most of the space in the room. My eyes wander around the room and I wonder if the paintings on his walls were done by him or not. They were quite striking just like their owner. I quickly wiped my mind of that thought. Yoongi and I can only be friends. I feel guilty enough that I wasn't quite truthful to Jaden having told him that I was having brunch with a friend. A sleepy Jaden hadn't even asked who it was, so technically I had not lied.

The door opens and Yoongi walks in looking like the perfect host. His hair freshly combed and still a bit moist from the quick shower he had taken. His fresh clean smell is better than any perfume.

"Do you know it's illegal to attack people?" I say under my breath.

"What?" He says not sure if that was a compliment.

"What?" I stare as if waiting for him to explain. I can't believe I said that out loud.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't ready. Welcome to my home," he manages to say.

I smiled, "It's very nice. Thank you for inviting me. Are these some of your paintings?" I asked with genuine curiosity staring into his pretty eyes that can't seem to meet mine.

"Yes, would you like to see some more?"

His eyes dart from his walls to me and back as I take the opportunity to analyze every detail of his face including the little freckle next to his button nose.

"Yeah," I say a little too breathy for the simple question, my cheeks suddenly tinted pink.

"Come." Yoongi uncharacteristically doesn't tease me about it as he walks towards the stairs leading to his studio in an open loft area.

"Wow."

My eyes grow big at the sight before me. I could tell it was the kind of reaction Yoongi wanted. The light filtering from the balcony not only provided the best ambiance for painting, but it also gave the room a warm glow that was very aesthetic. One wall was covered by his finished works contrasting with the other empty walls that provided a calming backdrop to his latest vision. My eyes meandered along many paintings leaning on the walls around the perimeter of the room coming to rest on the easel propped in the center of it all.

Understandably, my mouth fell open when I saw the subject of the piece. It was me! My heart thundered in my chest at the emotion it brought forth. Yoongi's version of me, although capturing my features enough that I could recognize herself, was an alluring dark fantasy. If this is how Yoongi fantasized about me, how would the real me ever measure up?

"Yoongi, is that supposed to be me?" I asked shyly.

With a blooming smile he answers, "yes, your pretty face inspired me."

"Is this how you think of me when you are alone with only your thoughts to keep you company," I tease him.

"Don't tease me, Jina. You are my muse, but it's not like I've fallen in love with you."

"Hmm," Jina hums waiting for Yoongi that is lost in his thoughts.

Yoongi searches my face for understanding. "You promised me food," I say with an annoying little pout.

He feels the annoying tug at his heart. "Sure let's go eat. How do waffles sound?"

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He can't exactly tell her how he feels. Not until he is sure. He wants to know if she is experiencing any of the flashbacks he endures especially when in her presence. It's as if he is peaking into another dimension or perhaps a replay of a former life. This has to mean something. The dreams that haunt him are too real and end in tragedy and he wonders if he should allow her back into his heart. Would they be better off apart?