-Jimin-
It was cold. It was wet. It was dark. 'An excellent combination for walking home alone.' I thought to myself sarcastically. I clutched my keys in one hand, holding my apartment key between my fingers like a weapon. My other hand held tight to the strap of my bag. I tried to peer through the rain, tried to make sure I didn't run into trouble.
A hand lands on my shoulder, startling me. I whip around, yanking myself from their grasp. A man stands over me, danger rolling off of him in waves.
"What's a pretty boy like you doing walking home all alone?" He asks, a fake, sickly sweet tone to his voice.
"Leave me alone." I say firmly, turning to walk away. My heart threatens to pound out of my chest.
"Don't you walk away from me." He growls.
I yelp when he grabs my shoulder again, only this time his arm snakes around my waist and pulls me against him. My chest collides with his, and I'm way too close. "Let me go!" I shout, struggling hard against him.
He easily pins my arms to my sides and I'm beginning to feel real panic. Who's going to hear me yelling in this weather? It's 11:00 at night, on a Tuesday. And it's storming. He could easily drag me away and no one would ever notice I went missing. I'm no match for him and I know it. Still, I keep struggling and shouting.
"Hey!" A voice shouts from behind my attacker. "Let him go! Now!"
"Mind your own damn business." The man holding me growls over his shoulder.
Suddenly he's ripped away from me. I gasp, stumbling back as a smaller shadow swiftly knees the man in the gut. As he doubles over, the second man's knee connects with my attacker's face with a sickening crunch. He slumps to the sidewalk, unconscious.
Shaking like a leaf, I run my hand through my hair, pushing the soaking wet strands out of my face. Rain is dripping into my eyes and it's somewhat disorienting. I blink back the unrelenting liquid and I back away slowly. Or, I start to. Then he notices me.
Holding up his hands in a placating gesture, he takes slow steps towards me asking, "Are you alright? Did he hurt you?"
"I-I...I'm fine. I'm fine." I manage to say, holding tight to the strap of my bag to try and hide the violent tremble in my hands. "I'm fine." Im repeating myself and I know it.
"I was walking home and saw him grab you." He explains, coming closer.
Now that he's an acceptable distance from me, I can tell what he looks like. Broad shoulders, black hair, dark eyes that are hard to read but are somehow non threatening. He's dressed in black. Black skinny jeans, V-neck, and combat boots. And a tattered leather jacket.
I'm surprised when he pulls out a cigarette and manages to light it in the rain. He draws the toxins into his lungs and when he exhales I catch the scent of the smoke even though the rain is stealing it as soon as it leaves his mouth. I've never seen smoking look so...good. Attractive.
"You sure you're good?" He asks.
"Yes I'm f-fine." I tell him, a shiver running through me as the rain continues to pour.
"Can I walk you home?"
I don't know why I did it. I should've learned my lesson from the encounter this man just saved me from. I should've said no. That was my first thought. But something in me said, "Yes."
So we walk. In a silence that's not entirely unpleasant. All I hear is the rain coming down. The occasional car in the street. I'm still shaking hard from my near kidnapping. I can't imagine what would've happened if this stranger hadn't stopped him. It's giving me flash backs to high school.
"Thank you." I pipe up. "For stopping him."
He shrugs. "I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if I saw him steal you and I did nothing. When he obviously had hostile intentions."
The man's voice is deep and raspy and smooth all at the same time, and every time he says a few sentences, he manages to smooth out some of my nerves.
"Here's my apartment." I say, gesturing towards the complex we've arrived at.
The rain is still falling hard, and I get distracted watching a rain drop slide down the man's jaw and neck. It disappears under the collar of his shirt.
"Thank you for walking with me." I tell him, pulling my eyes away from his attractive jaw line. I thank him, even if we didn't say much at all to each other.
"Of course." The very faintest ghost of a smile appears on his lips. "Have a good night."
"You too." I say quietly, finding myself just gazing up at his dark eyes. They're mysterious, holding a plethora of emotions that swirl into one unreadable expression. There's a tug in my abdomen, a curl of heat, the longer I look up at him. He's standing fairly close since we're both on the small landing outside my door now. His hands are shoved in his pockets and he looks totally at ease, head tipped slightly, rain dripping from every available surface of him.
"I better...better go inside." I say, feeling myself blush furiously as I drop my gaze to the floor. It's too close, standing on this landing with a stranger in the soft orange glow of the security light.
"Goodnight." He says quietly.
"Goodnight." I reply, voice coming out small. I watch as he walks back down the stairs and out the main door to the street. He moves with a confident grace about him and disappears back into the rain.
--
"Good evening, can I start you off with something to drink?" I smile down at the couple sitting at my table two days later.
"Yes, I'll have water." The woman says pleasantly.
"I'll take red wine." The man points out what he would like and I bow, heading for the kitchen to fetch their drinks.
When I return, there's a new man seated in my section, head bent over the menu. He's in a booth alone. I take a second to take care of a few other people before walking over to take his drink order.
"Good evening Sir," I greet, instinctively lowering my voice because it's quieter over here.
He looks up, a smile gracing his face, and my heart drops. It's him, it's the man from the other night. His expression changes just slightly, but he doesn't loose the smile. He's dressed more elegantly tonight. A dark blue silk button up with the top two buttons undone, tucked into tight fitting dress pants. He's wearing nice black dress shoes and his thick black hair is styled perfectly messy. He looks amazing.
He must be meeting someone.
"Hello." He says easily, that same deep voice running over my skin and easing something in me that I didn't realize was tense. "I didn't realize you worked here."
"Have you ever been here before?"
"I think I would remember it." He says, smile turning into more of a smirk.
My cheeks flush and I clear my throat. My hands are trembling but not from fear this time. "Can I get you something to drink?"
"Your finest wine." He replies. "I came to relax."
"I'll bring that right out for you." I tell him, voice not as strong as I want it to be.
As I walk to the kitchen, I'm on autopilot. In my head I'm analyzing my entire interaction with the man. Memorizing the way he said each word. Replaying the short conversation in my mind.
"Stop it he's here to meet someone. He didn't come to see you, he didn't even know you work here." I tell myself as I take down the wine he wants.
I ignore the fact that I'm moving faster for him than I would ordinarily.
"Here we go, our finest selection. Would you like to order yet?" I ask him, placing the bottle down along with a glass. I take it upon myself, who knows why, to take out the cork and pour a little of the rich red liquid into his glass.
"I think I'm still deciding what I want tonight." He says, voice low as he watches my movements.
He picks up the glass and takes a sip, dark eyes watching me over the rim. I can't look away but I feel myself blushing.
"Delicious." He says, voice perfectly rough.
Heat spreads through my entire body. I nervously pull out my order pad and a pen, ready to take down his order. I've probably only been standing here for two minutes, tops. But it feels like an eternity that I've had his eyes on me. I could get used to the feeling. He tells me what he wants to eat and I take it down with a somewhat shaky hand. Why do I feel like I'm in high school again with a crush?
"My names Jimin by the way. Park Jimin." I tell him, before I walk away. "I'm supposed to introduce myself, as your waiter." Blushing again. I can feel it.
"Is that why?" He smirks up at me.
I let myself smile a little, eyes flitting away from his. "Maybe not so much this time." I murmur, worrying at the corner of the plastic menu he handed back. "I'll get this order in for you."
I walk away before I embarrass myself any further. Why does the dark stranger have such an attraction for me? I don't know a thing about him. Except that two nights ago he looked like he belonged in a gang, and now tonight he looks like a sexy CEO.
For the rest of the night he's in my peripheral. I take care of him throughout, bringing him different small things that he wants to taste and making recommendations to him as he asks. I try not to think about the fact that he's sticking around longer than most people do. He pulled out a laptop pretty early on and has been working on something the whole time he's been here. He occasionally jots things down in his notebook or compares something on his phone to his screen, long, slender fingers typing smoothly. He has a pair of glasses that he keeps taking on and off. When they're on, he looks less dominating. More like a regular office worker.
No one ever comes to meet him.
Since he got here fairly late into our night anyway, he ends up being the last one in the dining room as we're closing. I swallow my nerves and approach his table.
"I'm afraid we're closing the dinning room in about ten minutes." I tell him, nervously messing with my fingers.
"That's perfectly okay. Here," he says. "I believe you need this to finish me up tonight." He fishes out a credit card and I take it to go run his bill.
And of course I take note of the name on the card. Min Yoongi.
'Min Yoongi.' I tell myself, imagining all the different situations that could call for me saying his name.
"Here you are Sir." I hand his card back to him and see that he has everything packed up off the table.
"Thank you. Everything was very satisfactory tonight." He stands up, and I clasp my hands in front of myself, looking at him through my eyelashes.
"I'm glad to hear that." I say, keeping my voice quiet.
I can tell that I'm barely taller than him, but when his gaze meets mine I feel very small. "Do you get out right away?" He asks me, tipping his head and looking more like he did the other night on my landing.
"As soon as I clock out and grab my jacket, I'll be out."
"May I walk you home?"
"Y-you want to walk me home?" My heart leaps traitorously.
"I do."
"Why?" I ask, running a hand through my hair nervously.
"Because I enjoy being in your company." He says bluntly.
"O-okay. Let me go grab my things. I'll be right out." I find myself saying.
"I'll be outside."
-Yoongi-
I wait just outside the doors to the ritzy Italian restaurant wondering what the hell I'm thinking. There's no way anything good can come of letting myself get attached to the man I helped the other night. That was absolutely not my intention. I just saw a situation and acted.
But then he ended up being so sweet. So small and terrified looking standing there in the pouring rain. An innocent gleam in his eyes that I wanted to ruin. I wanted to lay claim to his smooth, flawless skin, his curvy ass and toned body. With the rain plastering his clothes to him, I could practically make out every single line and curve. But besides being the sexiest man I've ever laid eyes on, and he didn't even seem to be aware of that, he just poured off sweetness and gentleness and innocence and I felt instantly attracted to him. His deep brown eyes that could hardly hold mine. The shade of red splashed across his cheeks when he blushed on his doorstep...
I need to get laid. Then it will all go away. I haven't been with someone in... well who knows when. After my boyfriend broke up with me for the girl he was cheating on me with two years ago, I just kind of dropped off the dating scene.
That's what this is. I just want sex.
A voice in the back of my head whispers that it's not true. "You don't want a one night stand, you want to be loved and have someone to love." "Please." I mutter, scoffing to myself. "I want to pound that gorgeous ass, that's what I want." I pull out a cigarette, lighting it as the doors open and Jimin walks out, pulling his jacket on.
"Thank you for waiting." He says in that small voice of his.
"Of course." I begin walking and he falls into step beside me. "How long have you worked there?"
"Two years. Ever since I moved back to Seoul." He sticks his hands in his pockets, tossing his hair out of his face as he looks over at me.
I'm pretty sure he's actually taller than me, but he looks so small in his white button up, tucked into slim black pants. His black tie is looser around his neck, the top button of his shirt undone.
"Do you enjoy it?"
"I do. It's much better than what I did before back in Busan."
"Can I ask what it was?"
"I was a janitor at a preschool. That was the uh...that was the only thing I could get right out of high school you know?" He keeps his eyes on the ground. "What do you do?" He rambles on, obviously uncomfortable with the subject of his old job.
"I am a song producer."
"Really?" He looks up at with me a smile. "Who do you work for?"
"I work for BigHit entertainment. But I work with all kinds of people. Typically solo artists."
"Wow." Jimin says quietly, thinking that over. "So...do you know a lot of famous singers then?"
"Well, since you asked, do you know Kim Namjoon? Or who he is anyway?" I find myself wanting to impress the boy next to me.
"Everyone knows who Kim Namjoon is." Jimin answers, smiling like he's a fan.
"I helped produce him."
"That's so cool!" Jimin gushes. "His rap is amazing and I've heard he's an awesome person. That must've been neat to work with him and help get him started!"
"He's a pretty cool guy." I smile slightly before changing the subject. "So I'm sure you saw my name on my card, but I haven't properly introduced myself yet. My name is Min Yoongi."
"It's nice to meet you Min Yoongi." He replies, flashing a shy smile.
God I want to eat him alive. I want to hold him close and protect him from the world. Never let anyone touch him.
I'm falling very fast for someone I've only known for probably barely an hour and a half if you add up our interactions. I seriously need to get some before I fall pointlessly in love with a stranger.
I walk up the steps with him again to his landing.
"Thank you for walking me home." He says, voice quiet as he fingers the strap of his bag. He won't hold my gaze, sweet brown eyes flitting between me and the floor.
"Thank you for letting me."
We stand in silence for a minute, him shifting from foot to foot while my heart betrays me and pounds wildly.
"Goodnight Jimin." I say, slipping my hands in my pockets and smiling gently.
"Goodnight." He says, looking up shyly.
How can one person be so fucking adorable?
"See you 'round Jimin." I say, moving to walk away.
"Have a good night." He calls as I walk down the stairs.
I wave over my shoulder and stroll back to the street. The shadows of the city overtake me but somehow everything feels a little bit brighter. I have a feeling I'll be in the mood for Italian again soon.
A/N - So yeah here's the first chapter. Hopefully it's not completely awful. Also, I'm not sticking with one era or whatever for how everyone looks. I'm just mixing my favorite concepts and making up these AU lives as I go. I do have plot points jotted down, and the next handful of chapters already written up. So let me know if anyone actually wants to read this and I'll keep going XD