Only for One [ON HOLD DUE TO HEALTH ISSUES]

Fotografia pt. 2

3rd person's POV

It's Jimin's turn and the mochi can't stop his hands from shaking and himself from biting his lips. He feels insecure and he fears that he'll drag everyone down. Mr. Cavallo sees the boy's flaws just looking in his eyes as he walks over the chair after changed into his outfit.

"Mr. Kim." when Vincent's father speaks, 3 boys turn to look at him at the same time. Right, common surname. "Mr. Namjoon, would you please come here for a second?"

Crap, I hate when people call me that formally! Thinks the leader walking to him and bends down a bit. "Yes, sir?" even with a smile, RM knows the reason of his summoning. He noticed Jimin-ssi being too stressed, didn't he?

"Do you know for how long Y/n-ah is studying Korean?"

Huh? That's not what Rap Mon thought at the start. "Um, for what I know, she began when she came in Korea to be our manager." he stops and concludes with one more sentence: "A month ago, sir."

Just a month... She's learning faster than she used to. Is she trying to do it as fast as possible for them? The old man thinks scanning the young lady. "I see. Thank you, young man."

"You're welcome." he walks back to the others, who are dying to ask what he wanted, but they restrain since that old man can understand what they say and can see them.

Jimin's POV

I feel awful, I feel myself shaking so badly with a tight grip around my stomach while Vincent-nim stylish my hair first. I feel sorry for him too, I bet he had a hard time doing my hair with my shaking... However, I'm able to find some comfort looking at Y/n-ssi's back as she prepares the tools. I like that I'm able to spend time with her, after the shooting where she completely floored me with her kindness, I can't wait to see her. I'm still shy around her, so when she approaches me, I can't help but blush. I breath in ready to feel the beauty blender on my skin, but nothing comes.

"Hey..." she whispers so only I can hear her. "What's wrong?"

"I-I'm not sure about my image..." I use the same tone, feeling my hands shaking more and more on my lap. "I'm not like the others..."

"Do the others have your name?" she quickly bends to find my low gaze, seeing how hardily I bounce my legs on the ground. "You're unique, give yourself credit for the days you've made it when you thought you couldn't."

I stare, once again floored by how precisely and kindly words come out from her mouth. Slowly, the trembling of my legs decreases, and I stop the habit with his fingers as well.

"Ok..." while I try to calm my shivering, I remember her words that day at the mall. Very shyly, I hold her fingers in my hands. "Your hand is like an ice cube." 

"I know right?" she let me hold it without saying anything about the fact that working with one hand is challenging, but she pulls it through like always for me. I'm so glad, I mean, I feel bad for letting her work in a hard mode, but if she would've said something, my heart would've been broken in pieces. I did it because I trusted her words and her permission, I trusted her to use her to calm myself. If she would've said something opposite, I wouldn't trust her anymore. 

While she's applying makeup, I can't help but blush, I'm not used to be this close to her and it makes me a little nervous, but I still like it. I also like with such gentle touch she's painting my skin, I'm barely feel her touching me or dabbing the sponge or brushing the brushes... I can fall asleep under her hands, I'm not joking. It's a touch I crave for, it holds a big love, so big that that makes me love myself. Almost, but better than nothing.