All The Wrong Clues | JinMin

-twenty four

POV: Jimin
This wasn't exactly how I planned my dinner with Seokjin to go, but I was definitely not going to complain about it. After all, Seokjin is an extremely attractive man- who wouldn't want their dinner date with him to go like this?

Honestly speaking, I had no idea how to approach him. He was so straightforward about what he wanted, it was almost scary. I could never be as daring as him, to exclaim so proudly what he wants to do to somebody else without feeling any shame about it.

"Why are you shying away?" Seokjin teased, slowly running his slender, golden fingers up my arm.

He was beautifully tanned, his skin the colour of glowing honey. His big eyes twinkled whenever he spoke and his smile looked like it would belong in a commercial, it was that bright. His brown black hair was both messy and neat at the same time, his bangs gently covering his forehead, but not so that you couldn't see his eyebrows. They were defined, just like his cheekbones and his jawline, that looked best in the light. It was a jawline that could probably cut better than a kitchen knife.

He stood up and grabbed my hand, and all of a sudden the height difference was so clear, even though I knew just how tall he was. He had long legs, like that of a model's, and he had these beautiful broad shoulders. He really was a work of art.

"Are you scared of me?" He asked half-jokingly, but truth be told I was absolutely shitting myself.

"N-no," My voice came out like a mere whimper. "Of course not! Why would I be?"

Saying that probably made it much more obvious that I was indeed extremely scared of him, but he simply laughed it off.

"Ooh, you're a fighter, are you?" He took a step closer to me, so that he was completely towering over me. "I like fighters."

I stuck my shoulders out. "Well... good. You'll like me, then. I'm the best fighter out there."

He chuckled. His laugh was sweet, but also quite manly. It sounded like heaven to my ears.

"Of course," he nodded. "I already like you, fighter or not."

He took my hands and wrapped them around his neck, and his own hands landed around my waist, pulling me closer towards him. I could hear every heartbeat of his. B-boom, b-boom, getting a little bit faster each time. I buried my head in his neck and the sweet smell of his cologne made me giddy. Without even thinking, I planted a gentle peck on the side of his neck, and I swear I felt his breathing go a bit shaky. Maybe he was just as scared of me as I was of him.

"Do that again," he whispered to me. "But on my lips."