#I think you’ve managed to capture the safety and comfort she feels when singing and preforming

[aaandbackstabbed]

This is angelic

(Trying to experiment with artstyle)

[kinsbin]

Mornings to Ourselves

Title: Mornings to Ourselves Word Count: 2136 Ship: Johnny Blaze (Ghostrider)/Alexys [Canon/Self Insert]

Summary: Alexys convinces Johnny to take a day off from daredevil work and nightly ghost rider jaunts. The two share a warm, pleasant morning together. At least, they try to before their natural knack for mischief comes into the equation. Sometimes they just can’t control themselves when they have too much fun.

Author’s Note: A final writing commission for @bad-blue-moon-rising! Another request with her and Johnny Blaze. this one is more fluffy and soft. The other focused more on ghost rider/his demonic side. This one is just fluffy Johnny stuff ;w;; I hope you like it!

Johnny was not one to take breaks. In his line of work, both professional and anti-heroic, there was little time for sitting around and enjoying the days as they slid by. His days were whirlwinds of existing. Show after show of stunt performing filled his mornings and afternoons, cocooning him in a safety net of publicity that fueled his natural urge to be noticed by others in the world. By night, however, he was fueled by more than that. Some say he was fueled by hell itself and he could partially get behind that notion of existence. When he was the Ghost Rider, his world was hellfire and brimstone. He judged and delt punishment to those who were guilty. To those who were damned. In his waking human moments, sometimes the screams of those he sent to Hell would still echo in his ears. A tinnitus of ghosts haunting his days and made sleep on peaceful nights difficult.

Indeed, he couldn’t remember the last time he had taken any sort of break in his life. Neither could Alexys, the girl he was currently  sharing his bed with. As the two pressed against one another, Alexys’ mind formed a slow and sleepy plan for the day. A simple operation with a simple goal: to get Johnny Blaze to stay inside all day.

His eyes fluttered open, sleep blurring the edges and filling the marrow of his aching bones. The cold from outside the covers did not permeate the inside, however, as he pressed himself closer to Alexys. Her feet were cold in comparison to his own, making him entwine their legs together so that she could have some of his heat. Fingers wrapped themselves around her waist, pulling her close so that he could feel the soft material of her tank top against his bare chest. Her body pressed to his, he focused on the sound of her breathing. It was slow and peaceful, putting his own heart at rest. Where it would be beating steadily faster with the anxiety of not doing anything, she made it easier to stay like this. Eyes slowly clearing up, he took in the look of her tired form with a love he couldn’t quite describe to himself.

As if sensing his gaze on her, Alexys’ eyes fluttered open as well. She squinted sleepily up at him, reorienting herself from the fading of her dreams. Once she seemed to figure out where she was and who she was with, a tired smile grew soft on her lips. They were chapped with the dry air and the softest shade of pink. Johnny thought they were nothing short of perfect. His entire body went lax with the sight of her and, without thinking much about it, he leaned forward. A kiss was placed on her forehead, his own lips dry but welcome on her cold skin. He moved down, kissing her eyes before reaching her lips, where he captured them in a slow kiss. Languid and lax, he felt her smile dazedly against his lips as they shared the soft morning moment together. Reaching up, Alexys’ hand carded through his messy hair, skimming down the rough shape of his cheeks. In return, his hand played with her longer hair as well, legs entwining further as if attempting to become one with her.

Once they pulled away, a soft laugh escaped Alexys’ lips as she looked up at him. Johnny grinned, lazy and tired, before speaking. His voice was hoarse from lack of use, riddled with exhaustion from the business of his life and the lack of water (and too much whiskey) the previous night:

“Morning, beautiful. Have good dreams?”

“Morning,” she returned his tone with a sleepy one of her own, pausing only to yawn between her greeting and her next phrase, “If I did, I don’t remember them but...otherwise, it was a good night.”

“That’s no fun. What if those dreams were about me?”

“Oh, you would wish.” She laughed, reaching out to push his face away from hers. Johnny’s laugh echoed her own, deep set and warm in his chest. Rolling over onto his back, he took her with him. Alexys squealed in surprised as she was dragged on top of Johnny, his hands firm on her hips as he pressed another warm kiss to her lips. She returned it, a smile of amusement warm on her lips as they shared their moment under the tangled covers together. Separating away from one another, Johnny gave Alexys a look that made her insides melt. Full of love, it was also so tired. She could tell he was exhausted. The empathy stirred in her gut like a parasite of emotions. Her next words flowed out without thinking about it, still strung with tiredness but also care.

“Stay home today,” Her request was in a whisper, “You said you didn’t have any meetings to go to...Let’s stay in together and relax. We could use it.”

Johnny stared at her, long and careful. His blue eyes bore into her own in a contest of matching gazes battling out determination. Alexys made sure to soften her gaze in hopes that any form of innocence she could manage with a pout on her lips would persuade him to listen to her. Her hands steadied themselves on his chest as she looked up from her spot on top of him. She could feel his hands tighten carefully around her waist before going lax as he breathed through his nose, careful not to sigh and ruin whatever moment they had created with his morning breath. The smile on his lips was only a twinge of sadness.

“Babe, you know I would-” His mumble was almost a groan- “but you know I have training in the afternoon on weekdays. Sides, the show this weekend is going to be big and-”

“And you’ve performed it before,” She bemoaned while resting her head on his chest to interrupt him, “You’ll be fine without one day of training. You’re already so stressed out as it is, Johnny...Please? I want to see you today and actually be with you...I...Miss you a lot sometimes.”

Johnny sighed again, his head falling back as he attempted to remove himself from the puppy dog gaze Alexys had stooped to giving him. Her fingers stroked the shape of his collarbone while he contemplated the situation, biting his lip before looking down at her with a quirk of his eyebrow. “Are you seriously going to die without me here today? Is that the promise for this beautiful Thursday morning?”

“Yes,” She declared in a serious tone despite the grin of mischief on her lips, “It’s been decided. If you don’t stay with me in this house today, I’m going to die. You’ll have to come to hell and get me and then listen to Ghost drone on and on about how much better he know hell than you do.”

Johnny made a face as he considered the concept. He imagined being separated from the flaming entity that lived inside of him, giving him his powers. He tried to imagine existing as two beings rather than part of one whole person and a shudder went down his spine. People often told him that he was crazy enough with both of them in the same body. But two separate beings? Now that was a difficult thing to handle. Holding up one hand to her, he nodded his surrender with a laugh.

“Alright, you’ve convinced me. I guess I can call and take a short day off.”

Alexys grinned and hugged him tight, nuzzling her face into his chest as she hummed a soft thank-you. While reaching for his cell phone, Johnny used his free hand to stroke at her hair and play with strands of it with an amused smile on his face. Her clinginess fueled him and his ego, perhaps, a bit too much but he was not one to complain.

The call to the trainer was made quick and painless by the finality Johnny decided to hold in his tone. Turning off the call revealed Alexys to have moved off of his form, skipping in her pajamas down to their shared kitchen. Stretching for only a moment, the blonde stood up to follow her. He watched as she hopped around the kitchen, pulling ingredients for pancakes out of their directed spos with precision ease. He sat on the barstood of the kitchen’s granite bar counter, leaning an elbow on the surface and resting his head in his palm with a yawn.

“You want coffee?”

“Hell yeah I do. Do you really want to make pancakes? We can always order in.”

Alexys laughed as she pulled two cups from a cabinet that housed their dish-ware, “I like making pancakes, though...It’s the one food I’m kind of okay at creating and-besides-If you’re really staying with me all day...I want to do something nice for you.”

Her gaze fell from him as a blush warmed her cheeks. Johnny’s heart leapt at the sight of her like this. Her face flush and her hair wild with sleep. Her skin soft and the pajamas she was wearing radiating comfort. It was a sight that he could not deny made him happy. To wake up to this...to wake up with her on a daily basis was nothing short of a miracle in his heart. Emotions welled up in his chest and they were burning. The burn was warmer than when he transformed into the Spirit of Vengeance. Warmer than when he burnt himself in the rings of fire he would jump through for stunts. Indeed, whatever Alexys did to him, the flames of his love never seemed to flicker out.

He watched her, almost dreamily, as she began making pancakes. Whisking together the batter and adding ingredients as they were called for. The tone she hummed was a soft song, western and familiar as it flew from her lips. When he recognized it as Johnny Cash’s ‘Ghost Riders’ he had to bite back the chuckle of irony. A snort escaped and Alexys turned around, a grin wry on her lips as she raised an eyebrow at him, hands still busy with the batter.

“What? Don’t like my singing, Blaze?”

“I could comment more about your song choice, actually,” His eyebrow raised itself up as he tilted his head at her, “Hasn’t anyone told you Johnny Cash is way out of the times?”

“Johnny Cash is timeless and you know it.” Her spoon was pointed at him with a fierce movement, sending pancake batter flying at him and landing on his nose. Johnny startled, looking down cross-eyed in awe at her aim and causing her to wheeze with laughter. Forcing herself to put the bowl down on the counter between the both of them, Alexys leaned forward and stood on the tips of her toes. “It’s what you get for bad mouthing my choice in songs,” She declared, kissing his nose and wiping away the remaining batter on his face with her finger.

“I’m the only Johnny you should care about, for the record,” He pouted down at her, sticking his hand into the batter as well before smearing it on her cheek. Alexys giggled and touched at the spot he had rubbed, a mischievous grin on her lips as she retaliated with another fingerful of the batter on his lips.

The meal was a failed preparation as the both of them smeared whatever remained of the pancake mixture on each other, a chase ensuing around the shared apartment as they attempted to get as much on the other as they physically could. Giggles and squeals of delight filled the entirety of the place along with the patterning of rushed feet. Johnny, with hair covered in pancake batter, cornered her in the living room before scooping her up in his arms and spinning her around. Alexys yelped with a laugh, batter splattering from the tips of her hair onto the nearby couch as the two collapsed onto the floor, the victory of the battle going to the man who had caught her up in his arms.

“So much for pancakes,” She wheezed as her neck was kissed. His finger wiped away more of the batter from her cheek and he plucked it in between his lips with a smirk. “Still tastes sweeter on you than it would have cooked though.”

“You’re such a fucking tease,” She laughed, pushing on his arm before leaning back with a sigh, “Looks like we’ll have to order takeout after all.”

“I’ll get my phone.”

Mornings with Johnny, perhaps, were not the most conventional at times. But when she got him to herself like this...Perhaps the mess they made together was worth it.

[waltrp]

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it’s still me, Audrey!  here with hopefully a second angel for everyone <3

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Sorrel White.

Please describe the character for us

Sorrel, to me, is an incredibly self-sacrificing person. she’d put everyone above her own safety and wellbeing. this doesn’t come from a place of self-hatred or lack of self-worth. Instead,  her selfless actions come from what her father taught her growing up. Sorrel loved her father, more than anything – & now,  she feels if that she acts selfishly or ignores others wellbeing, she’d be doing a disservice to him and all that he taught her. She is, unfortunately, the last of him that remains in this world and thus – she feels she needs to do her very best to defend his honour and act just as he would of.

yet,  she isn’t always as brave, and her bones aren’t as strong as his, and sometimes she can’t help but sway in the wind where she would want to stand just a little bit firmer. that isn’t to say she just lets people walk over her,  but she often finds that she’s unable to succinctly draw the line that her father could of being selfless, generous and caring whilst defending herself & what she believes in. she is getting better. she is now learning; but just after her fathers’ death, she struggled with it the most, being put through the most horrendous tasks by her step-mother. she gave in to her whims without question at first,  only assuming that’s how her father probably would have encouraged her to act, for, they loved each other? Sorrel never saw regina with any kind of motherly view, but if it was someone her father cared for, that meant they should be deserving of her love too – and that how they treated her? well, there was most likely a reason for it.

When she learnt what the queen really had planned for her, part of Sorrel broke that day. Bambi eyes spread wide at the movement of the huntsmans’ axe. In a second, before the weapon tore through porcelain skin, she learnt that people’s intentions are not always good. and she cannot assume that everyone is as deserving of her affections. It took a little bit of time for that trauma to … actually sink in though.  she couldn’t not help out those dwarves ! ^^ & perhaps this time her trust wasn’t misplaced, but they helped her grapple with the unspoken trauma she had suffered. not only did she gain 7 new family members, but seven friends. She knew, she would have to live them behind when word of her survival began to spread. Not only for her safety, but for theirs. If the queen was after her head, then her pure presence would put those hiding her in the path of danger too. She can’t help but think of others before herself, even throughout everything she’s experienced, she still clings to her dad’s teachings like a lifeboat in the tumutulous storm of her life. Her positive attitude and caring voice is her one rock, well, her other rock is her love for horticulture and cooking. But the latter two are more just additional coping mechanisms than anchors to help keep her grounded.

In …. she is trying to keep a low profile to avoid further danger, yet,  she often forgets that and still does her best. She runs errands for her neighbours and refuses to take anything in thanks, always tips 30% despite not having the most savings, and goes to feed the ducklings at the parks’ pond on her daily walks no matter rain or sun. the world can be falling around her, but not only is she a naturally pleasant person, she clings to the little habits of her father. for as long as she acts in his steed, in his manners, then she knows he’s always with her.

Second character choice

n/a

It’s time to see that sample para.

Sorrel barely caught her own reflection in the ripples of the lake;          brown doe eyes only briefly casting across the ruptured surface. Instead of being transfixed with her beauty, not a sin in and of itself – just not something sorrel was so particularly interested in, she was just so focused on the glint of scales beneath the waters skin. and how all the goldfish came up as if to say hello, puckering the surface with their fishy lips. the animals who once skittered at the sight of her, now buzzed where the light could hit them. perhaps they knew that sorrel was a kind and kindred spirit of nature, or perhaps, more likely, they had realised she most always brought left over fish food. ( the scorched crumbs of the bread she had burned testing out the new oven. )

 “ now, now,   no need to squabble. i’ve brought enough food for everyone, “

words punctuated in-between light rounds of laughter, ringing as clear as wedding bells. she’d found this area of the park to be secluded enough that she could let her guard down as much as she liked. The silk scarf around her black hair loosened ever so lightly. it was odd  … for it to be so quiet, relaxing and unnerving at the same time. she missed the bustle of living in such a rowdy cottage, and she missed her friends from the castle too, she missed – - no. there were many men missing in her life by this point, and dwelling on them in silence was going to do her no good. this is why she disliked silence, she thought bitterly, too much time alone left her mind wandering in dark forests were girls shouldn’t wander off too on their own.

before it even really crossed her mind, she began to hum out of habit, a tune she had heard thousands of times before. heard so many times that the majority of the words had devolved into faint syllables in the back of her mind. a bird soon joined in, then two, a third bluebird flying down from a tree to perch on a jutting out rock. red lips pulled into a smile,  suddenly,  like a weight lifted from her shoulders, the grey clouds were parting and she no longer felt so alone in this new town.

singing rounds in a hushed tone, sorrel stayed there in contempt for a small passage of time – comfortable if only for a brief moment of time.  the sounds of voices drawing ever nearer, and the heavy pounding of boots sends a shock down her spine – her mind draws a blank and eyes see a flash of silver. she’s … imagining things? she hopes, at the very least, just an overactive imagination. she pulled her scarf tightly around cropped raven hair and gathered her belongings, not until she had shaken the last of the crust crumbs out of the bag. she heard the fish give her one last round of applause as she hastily brushed out her skirt. moving from the almost desolate park into the city streets, sorrel did her best to blend in with the crowd of nameless faces, but one thing still set her apart – apple red lips pulled into a light smile, knowing, or at least hoping, that things would look up from here.  

Anything else, love?

could i please change the fc to park sooyoung (joy) if possible? ty!

[fragrantae]

Dilemma

AN: I honestly don’t know how I feel about this chapter. I might re do it in the future, or merge the next chapter to become one with this. We’ll see~ On a side note, there are French dialogues in this chapter, and if I misused a phrase or something I wrote didn’t really make sense, please don’t be afraid to tell me **Translations are at the end of the chapter

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pairing: jiminxreader word count: 2.2k

-Third Person-

“What do you mean, ‘he got away’?” Yoongi questioned, venom dripping in his voice. “Her safety is in my hands. I’m not entitled to capture a criminal!”

The other end was silent. Then, the phone was ripped off of the messenger and an autocratic voice took its place. “Listen here, Min. You’re the fourth richest businessman on the globe. You joined this committee last year to become the first. Her safety means nothing to the world. And consequently, nothing to you.

“But if we take the chance to let all twenty of them go, the economic balance in the world will tip. You will see markets plummet. The cost of water and comestibles will rise. Order in conduct will shatter. With great resources Apple Inc. could influence the American government to cut off trades with Southeast Asia, followed by Australia, South Korea, Canada, and the European union to name a few. Millions of people thrown out had they a substantial wage to live by. I won’t stand to see the world crumble. I was never raised to.” Yoongi could remember clearly the days in his past, when he would roam the streets, knocking on doors for leftovers or a roof to crash under. “She will be under my watch the entire time. Find someone else to deal with McCann. You’ve got over five hundred agents on speed dial; pick any but me!”

The growl in his voice was daring, but his superior only cackled. “If that’s how you see it then you’ll get dragged down with her. Put your job before your little feelings and your life will be a blessing. But let me tell you this: you are in a position of power. People would beg on their chins to live the life you do. You’re a selfish man, I see. You think you can change the world and rid it of its faults. That not how the world works!” His breathing quickened just as his anger had risen.

The chief was right and Yoongi couldn’t accept that. The infatuation swelling in his heart blocked the sense of reasoning he once let consume him. He’d care about anyone but himself. At heart he was a saint yet he was never content.

Jimin.

The best thing that ever happened in his life. They loved each other dearly, supported each other through any circumstance. Jimin was his everything. Yet he was far too oblivious to see the pain he had caused Jimin by segmenting his love. Jimin would wait every ticking second for a call, message, notification – anything! – while he was on tour outside of the country. Even when they were in physical reach, he would still feel as though Yoongi’s thoughts wandered elsewhere. It broke his heart.

“I’ll get back to work, boss,” he grumbled, sneering the last syllable as he pulled his phone away from his ear to hang up.

But the voice spoke again before he did.

“I expected better from you, Min,” a low chuckle could be heard, “you aren’t one to get so tangled in your business affairs.”

Yoongi was enraged. He didn’t want to hear whatever the chief had to say. The snickering voice sickened him.

A long pause filled the room, the absence of speech only thickened the tension between the two men. “You aren’t such a faithful man yourself. Do you really think you could have her wrapped nicely around your fingers forever? After all, you still can’t even keep up with Park.”

The line went dead, leaving a restless Yoongi in the stillness of his study.

~ ~

Meanwhile, strolling by a frozen duck pond were Ashley and Jimin. Being immensed in their small talk, Ashley grew fonder of Jimin’s presence. Jimin, on the other hand, could easily see his scheme fall into place.

-Ashley’s POV-

“Are you new around here?”

I asked as the laughter died down. Five minutes had passed and Jimin already had me in a fit of giggles. He told me of the days in his youth, how his friends would constantly tease him for his height, or how he was once a miserable cabbage in a school play. I told him of the things I liked: music, food, hobbies – of the sort. I never thought I’d enjoy the company of a stranger. Perhaps it was the fact I’d spend any moment I had away from work in the solitary comforts of my own home, or how I was never a social butterfly at any common event (if I even attended, at least). Jimin. He was a cool guy, to say the least: laidback, with an easy going aura radiating off of him.

Jimin answered with a shrug insouciantly, “I’ve been traveling a lot for the past five years. I come to visit often to meet some relatives.”

“Oh,” I said. I didn’t understand the emotion I felt. I’ve only met him today, but I’m already wishing to see him again. In the circumstance I was pulled into, I doubted the possibility of Suga allowing me to go out with my ‘friend’ whenever I wished to. I looked up at him as we continued to walk about aimlessly, and I couldn’t help but make distinctions of his profile. The way the soft light twinkled in his eyes, his sultry voice, those plump lips…

“I’ve seen you before…” Before I could catch myself, my eyes widened in realisation. “You’re an international cynosure!”

“A what?”

“Oh- I- I mean a celebrity. You sing, dance and act. People admire you. I’m a fan myself.” I slapped myself (internally) for the use of such complex vocabulary. Don’t ruin this moment with your big mouth, dumbass. I laughed nervously and cleared my throat, hoping not to come off as a psychotic fangirls.

“That’s cute,” he chimed, running the side of his finger down my cheeks, the obvious warmth (from both his touch and the weather) creeping up my neck. “But today, and for the rest of the week, I’m just Park Jimin: your average passer-by.” He put on the cheesiest smile in the world making me melt on the inside.

Just pretend. I repeated those two words to myself and decided not to ponder on the subject of his fame. “I respect that, it’s cool.” Somehow, my feet managed to lead us to a little French bistro a few blocks away from the park. A convenient sub-conscious decision at that, considering I had finished my hot chocolate. Ring, ring. We reached the building. The bell above the door rang cheerfully as we entered the little shop, looking around for a place to sit. The room was mostly empty with a few tables occupied by journalists and amateurs. A warm ambience was prominent throughout, creating a calm atmosphere for people to chat about. We sat in a booth which snuggled nicely in a far, dim corner.

In her skimpy French maid costume, the waitress approached us with two menus. I took in her presentation, a little disturbed to see such a sight at this hour. She looked to be in her mid-thirties. Her hair was pulled far too tightly into a ponytail, the baby hairs around her face sprung out desperately. Her face looked horrendous: her parched lips were poorly concealed by a layer of red lipstick, blue and yellow smothered across her eyelids in a patchy gradient, and her contour made her look like a piece even Picasso could not have painted. She looked like she was awoken by the agitating tone of her ringtone – as though her boss had threatened to fire her if she didn’t come out to work on this cold, snowy day. Making her way to the table in a lackadaisical manner, with her grumpy ‘morning-voice’, she sighed, “What a wonderful day. Please take a look at today’s special.”

She dropped the menus onto the table abruptly, making me jump slightly at the sound. I surveyed the meals hesitantly, my peripheral vision focused on the waitress in case she decided to bite my hand off or something. Everything was a little pricey to my taste, but alas, it was me who brought us here. I decided I’d order a little dessert. My mouth opened to relay my request, but no sooner had I spoken when I was cut off by none other than the man in front of me.

“Je voudrais une part de gâteau au chocolat.”

The words fluently flowed off his lips, him smiling sweetly to the hag. Having several colleagues who had the French dictionary on the tip of their tongue meant I never really required to learn the language. The one time it would be relevant and I hadn’t a clue what he just said. In contrast, the waitress looked down at him in amusement, flattered by his words. Jimin showed no sign or intended interest in her. His fingertips reached for my hand and drew little circles on the backside.

“Voudriez-vous autre chose?” Her mood was perking up, so did her smile. The sentence ended with a light giggle, but to me, all I heard was a hag’s cackle.

Still, Jimin took no notice of her flirting, and casually replied, “Deux thés à la pêche.” A little green critter was growing within me, and I knew I had no reason to feel such a way. How envious I was. The sound of the French syllables flowing in one ear and out the other. To think he would stay to mock me.

The grin on her face was slowly undone as she proceeded to take our orders. She huffed a sigh, “Et pour la dame?” and dropped her jaded gaze on me. All jealousy was seeped out of me and surprise overtook me. What on earth did she just ask me? Had she said what she had in English, I would have beaten her on the pretty beige tiles.

But not like this. No. She was staring into my soul with her hooded eyelids. ‘Please don’t look at me like that!’ I inwardly wailed, thoughts of my past French teacher scolding me flashing in my mind. Intertwining our fingers, however, was Jimin, catching me off guard in the moment, my nervous expression beyond his acknowledgement. In the awkward intensity of the situation, I pulled my hand back in, but sneaky Jimin had other ideas.

“Des macarons.” His fingers curled themselves inward bringing my hand closer to him. I never realised how small the table was until, with little to no effort, my knuckles brushed against the fabric of his black fleece. He turned to face me, tilting his head to the side like a dog, a smug grin plastered on his lips.

“Good choice,” was all she said, before taking our menus and stepping away from our booth. She gave me a quick once-over, narrowing her eyes. Current self-esteem: all time zero. I was probably a tomato head at this point, and all I could think of doing was burying my face deeper into the scarf I wore. One side of her lips pulled up quickly before falling again, and when her back turned to me, she leaned down beside Jimin, making it blatantly obvious how she whispered into his ear. “Elle est magnifique.”

A small huff of a laugh left his lips, and he looked down at our hands. Finally, she left.

Not a moment later, our drinks arrived, a different waitress this time; same outfit, The silence was broken by the clinking sound of our cups being placed on our table. “Do you take just any girl you see on the streets out for coffee?”

He sipped his tea, “Only the ones who I take interest in.” He flickered his eyes to meet mine, his lips still kissed the rim of his glass. “And it seems that I

My cheeks flushed after hearing those words from Park Jimin himself. But I shook myself back to reality. “You were pretty flirty with her.”

“You must really be a lonely person.” He crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat. He folded his arms in a way which said, ‘I can’t believe this.’

I opened my mouth to retort but he beat me to it.

“You probably haven’t seen the sun enough to know the difference between being polite and flirting. She looked like she needed a pick-me-up, and I’m pretty sure what I did brightened her day, at least just a tiny bit.”

“By flirting with her?”

“By ordering our food,” he said, as if it was an obvious answer. “Gosh, you’re such a cutie when you’re jealous. I’m here because something about you caught my eye.” He sat back up and tapped the bridge of my nose lightly, my eyes focusing on his finger as he did it so slowly. “I picked up a few words and phrases while I was on my European tour, no biggie. Look – the food has arrived.” The same waitress who took our order placed two plates on our table: one with a slice of black forest, another with half a dozen macarons (pink, blue, and white). “Mercí,” he accepted the dishes from her kindly.

The plates were placed, one before me, and the other Jimin. She took a good look at the both of us, a weak smile broke on her face, “Bon appetit, lovers.” It was at that moment I sensed there could have been more to her than how she presented herself.

A little part of me believed it wasn’t fate which lead me to simply stumble upon him - what were the odds of that. And that she wasn’t the only person whom I needed a better understanding of.

~~

**French dialogue translations

“Je voudrais une part de gâteau au chocolat.” - I would like a slice of chocolate cake.

“Voudriez-vous autre chose?“ - Would you like anything else?

“Deux thés à la pêche.” -Two peach teas.

“Et pour la dame?” -And for the lady?

“Des macarons.” -Some macarons.

“Elle est magnifique.” -She’s beautiful.

“Mercí,” -Thank you,

“Bon appetit,” -Enjoy your meal,