Smile of an Angel | PJM | ✓

Memory

Raven was about to take out her laundry when the doorbell rang. Setting the laundry Basket aside, she looked through the peephole. Jimin?

Opening the door, she called out, "What brings you to my humble home, Prince Jimin?"

Jimin stood there casually leaning against the sidewall, crossing his arms. The air around him was different. He, most of the time only wore bright colors but that day he was wearing black, a color that contrasted with his skin well, his hair parted in the middle slightly exposing the forehead, messy, unlike his neatly combed style. Everything about him felt different to a point where it almost felt intimidating. Jimin's eyes light up, the usual smile blossoming on his face. Good to know at least something didn't change. Raven thought to herself.

"So... are you going to keep staring at me or what?" Jimin asked with a little smirk.

Who am I kidding? He is still the same, she thought, rolling her eyes as she opened the door wider to let him inside.

"Are you going somewhere? You look different." She stated as she picked up the laundry basket.

"No, I just came to see you," Jimin replied as he plopped himself down on the couch.

"But why change your style?"

"Why, you don't like it?"

"No, I actually do. You look more serious." She replied.

"Kinda figured from the way you were staring at me."

"I was just surprised!" Raven defended herself, fighting hard to keep the blush at bay.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," He replied chuckling to himself as he got up and ventured into the kitchen.

"You can have anything except my chips. Don't you dare touch them!" She called out from her room when she noticed him enter her kitchen.

"Watch me!" He yelled back as he began rummaging through the cupboards. Running out of the room, she yells, "I'll kill you!" Raven can handle anything but people stealing her food. Food is the only thing she trusted and she was a little selfish with it. Sue her.

"Let's see," He replies as he triumphantly holds the family-size bag of chips over his head.

"Jimin you better give that back," She threatens, her voice calm and controlled. The calm before the storm.

"Come get it, if you dare" He dares, raising the chips even higher. She knew too well how this was gonna go. Oh no she is not going to take part in a k-drama scene as cliche' as this one. "You get ready to lose," She replied, flexing her fingers with an evil smirk.

Jimin realized what was about to happen too late. In flash, she was by his side tickling him and the shock of it caused him to drop the chips. She caught the bag in a well-practiced move with a smirk as she mouthed, "loser." He grits his teeth.

"Speaking of food I'll get your side dishes mom made," Raven said, opening the fridge. Running her finger along the shelves she finds the dishes her mom had carefully packed into tiny boxes neatly labeled with yellow sticky notes that read, 'my moon' and 'my star'. Star being the nickname of Jimin because he was always bright and shiny. Her Mom had always been such an organized person. She had often wondered how she could be born as the polar opposite of her Mom. Making sure it was the right ones, Raven closes the fridge and turns back to find herself face to face with him.

He was standing so close that she could feel his breath on her face and the faint smell of his cologne lingering in the air. Jimin was watching her closely and his eyes held a kind of psychotic fascination. It held something deep and alive that she had never seen before. It almost looked like it was shining, shining with something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"J-Jimin?"

"Yeah?"

Raven felt suffocating. She needed air but he was still standing so close, "What are you doing?" She asks her voice stern.

He blinked. Once. Twice. Slowly he seemed to compose himself. "I was just observing you."

"Here." She fiercely shoved the dishes into his hands, turning away from him as she tried to calm herself. Her heart was beating frantically against her chest. Not in a good way. She felt the cool sensation of sweat on her forehead and she realized she was nervous and tense. She couldn't get the image of his eyes out of her head.

"Ray... Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?"

Ray froze. Did he do something wrong...?

I-I don't know. No, he said he was just observing. He does that all the time. Raven knew he liked to watch people. She had caught him watching her numerous times. Probably because of his artistic nature. His elaborate writings and descriptions could only be explained by that.

He can't be... He doesn't know. You are overreacting, Ray. She told herself, shaking her head. How could she ever think that? He is not him. She was about to reply when she heard the front door open, "Honey, I'm home!"

"Alley?" She called as her roommate hopped in removing her high heels. 

"Hoseok got a call from his family and had to leave. It's fine though. We went to that famous restaurant and he was so sweet." Alley explained to Raven about her date as her eyes found Jimin and a sly smile lit up on her face. "Oh...you had company?"

"Alley, you haven't met Jimin, right? This Park Jimin, Literature department, aspiring author, known by his pen name Samael, and my close friend." Raven introduced in her monotonous voice.

" 'Close friend', huh?" Alley repeats as her eyes dart back and forth between Raven and Jimin. She extends her hand, "Hi Jimin, I'm Alley. Her Roommate." Jimin shakes her hand and Alley leans forward and whispers into his ears. " I ship."

Jimin's eyes widen and a pink blush fuses his cheeks. "Um, I'm not sure what you are talking about." He replies, embarrassed. 

"I'm sure you do." She replies, flipping a lock of her blond hair out of her face.

"I think I should get going" He replies, making his way towards the door. He looks back for a second and his gaze meets Raven's. Giving her a slight nod he exits the room.

"What's going on between you?" Alley asks, raising an eyebrow. Raven didn't reply as she mindlessly made her way into her room.

A/n: OOh, we already have a shipper.