Bridge To My Heart

PART 4 - Dinner Date

A dinner date with Jin.

Of course, you couldn't believe your own ears while you sat wrapped up in your towel for the most part of an hour on the edge of your bed with your wardrobe flung open.

You didn't do dates. At least, with Yoongi, who was your first everything , things weren't exactly conventional. You didn't 'date' him. Just fell for his charms in a night club and then fell into his bed that night and ultimately into his clutches.

'Stop thinking about that asshole!' that smart inner voice scolds you.

Dragging your feet across the plush carpet, you chew on your bottom lip while you decide on what to wear.

You opt for a black off-shoulder dress, which accentuates your collar bones while maintaining a respectable cover to your cleavage and showing off just enough bare leg to leave the rest to imagination. In all honestly, it was the only fancy dress you had that didn't make you look frumpy or uncouth, since everything else you owned was strictly for the purpose of work.

With a little more than fifteen minutes to go before he shows up, you paint your lips with a neutral shade of lipstick and apply a single black stroke of eyeliner. That should do it – you don't want to come off too strong. Which is why, when he sounds the bell at two minutes before seven, you hurriedly slip your feet into black pumps. You prefer to be comfortable, and a first date didn't call for going all out. Or did it?

When you answer the door, you're left stunned. Perhaps you feel a bit under-dressed, or maybe his ethereal beauty never ceased to amaze you.

His broad shoulders seemed to stretch into infinity beneath the black suit jacket. Instead of the usual white shirt and tie, in its place was a black shirt which clings to his sculpted chest like a second skin. God, he was divine. He has one arm hidden behind his back, while he runs his left hand through his hair. Head bent, he looks up at you through his luscious lashes, while his ears tint a dark shade of red.

He's shy and you want to melt.

"Evening, Y/N."

He straightens up to rake his eyes over your body. His dark brown turns to pitch black as he takes in your appearance, and it's almost as if you can see stars in his deep eyes.

"You look breath-taking." he admires.

"You clean up quite well yourself." You giggle, which earns you a bemused grin from him.

His hidden arm comes to view as he stretches out a single red rose in his hand.

You were most certain you were by now ice-cream in the blistering sun.

You take the rose, your fingers brushing his, and you feel tears begin to form behind your eyes. Maybe all the pain you had endured, would dissipate in this single moment. Maybe Lady Luck was holding out on you for so long, just to reward you with something better.

"I hope you like roses." Jin says worriedly when you fail to comment.

He senses your shock, but it's not because you didn't like roses. It's just that nobody has ever given one to you.

"I-I love it." Your voice cracks as you hold back your emotions. You turn quickly to walk back inside to place the rose in water.

"Shall we leave? Our reservation is at seven-thirty." He looks down at his wristwatch, "It should take us twenty minutes to get there."

"You're very timely, Mr. Kim. I'm impressed."

"I'm many things, Miss Y/N," he winks, and you slap his arm playfully while stifling a laugh.