Ciel [Yoonmin]

6.

Jimin nearly chocked on his salvia. He immediately bowed to show him respect. "Mr. Kim, what a pleasure to meet you."

"Jimin? Am I right?"

His breath shredded at his deep voice. It was actually him. He was right here and he was saying his name! Jimin nodded without lifting up his gaze.

"Do you like art?" He asked. What an odd way to start a conversation. He acted like they were friends catching up.

Once again, he nodded. Taehyung stepped closer and looked up at the painting. "That's Lucifer. You can look at it. There's no need for you to bow your head so much. I'm not a king."

But you are. Jimin slowly looked up, "It's to express my gratitude. Thank you for requesting the dance and this dinner. It's a true honor."

"The honor is mine. I do admit, seeing you dance twice has been the most mesmerizing thing I've ever seen in my life. You dance with so much passion I can truly feel the emotion."

Jimin felt the blush creep up his neck. "Thank you so much. I do love dancing."

"I can tell. Now, back to the painting," he continued.

Jimin looked at the wall. He kept staring at the painting thinking of something smart to say about it. In the end, his mind went blank.

Drawings and paintings wasn't really his think. If he got to see art then that would be fine. It's not like he'd go to an art museum on his own. He didn't hate it exactly, but didn't seek it either.

"I lied actually," he said softly.

"Hmm?" Taehyung asked giving him a glance.

"I'm not a lover of art. To me it's just a big mesh of colors that I cannot understand. The painting is nice though."

Taehyung chuckled, "I have always appreciated honesty."

"I'm assuming that's Lucifer." Jimin said pointing to the dark angel pulling down the other trying to escape.

"No. Actually, that's him."

"Oh," Jimin responded confused.

"You do know that Lucifer was once a good angel, right? He tried so hard to be good and in the end he couldn't escape it. Some people are just meant to be bad."

"Do you believe that?"

He shrugged, "Maybe. Maybe when we're born fate has already decided what we are. That's why it's hard to change who you are. You just have to embrace it. Whatever it is that you are. Good or bad."

Jimin nodded. If that was the case did wanting money and power make him bad? Was he already destined to be malicious? Was this the reason Yuta and him didn't work out?

In all reality, if that was the case then he was the one that had been dragging Yuta down the whole time. He wanted to share a life with him so bad that he didn't care about holding him back. That was selfish.

"I also agree." He finally said after moments of thinking.

"Great minds think alike." He smiled while turning around to grab the other glass. "Have a drink,"

"Thank you."

"Let's sit down. We won't grow any taller."

Jimin took the invitation and took a seat. He kept a cool collected face, but inside his heart thumped to unreadable speeds.

"Are you hungry?"

Jimin nodded, "Very. Your men took my snacks before coming here. You have a very good security. If they could've taken my thoughts away they would've."