"when he tells you he loves you, do you think he means it?"
"no."
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In which jimin holds on tight to a painful memory, learns to let go,
and taehyung who is hardened by years of bitterness, finally learns to love.
a vmin...
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The receptionist inside, lifts her head, taking just one look at Jeongguk, before straightening her posture, a practiced smile on her painted lips.
"Mr.Jeon, pleasure to be at your service. How may I help you ?"
The charismatic male nods , "I've book a table for four under my name." The woman nods, "Ah yes, your guests have already arrived. This way please." She states, before leading the two towards a table in the back.
Jimin unconsciously frowns at the mention of two other people, never having been good with social interaction. He tugged on the sleeve of Jeongguk's burgundy blazer, which pulls an irritated frown out of the older. "Haven't I told you to quit that?"
Jimin immediately pulls his hand off, feeling bad, fiddling with his small fingers. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to."
They near the table, and Jeongguk turns, letting out a soft sigh, before facing Jimin. "Don't dampen your mood. What's wrong?"
"Who are we meeting? I don't mean to be a burden, but you know I'm not good with meeting new pe-"
The taller drags his gaze over Jimin's face, his furrows brows and shaking hands. "You know, I'm not saying this to make you feel bad, but you'll have to learn to get over your social anxiety. If you're my partner you're going to have to meet some people."
Jimin immediately looks away, feel his heart turn heavy. He doesn't mean to be a burden , really. It's just, he's only around Jeongguk most of the time, so when it comes to going out, meeting strangers, talking and sharing space, Jimin doesn't know what to do. Not to mention, he feels totally out of place in a fine dining restaurant wearing a baby blue sweater. He sees people dripping in jewellery, Jeongguk himself in a Burberry coat, and jimin can't help but feel even more insecure.
"Jeongguk-ah I'm really sorry. I don't mean to be like this. I can just h-head home." Jimin sighs, feeling horrible for just fucking up his chance at being outside.
Jeongguk sighs, " Baby, I don't mean it like that. Cmon, man up. It's okay, they're not bad people or anything. Just some potential partners. You'll love it."
Jimin wants to deny, wants to tell Jeongguk that fancy dinners and new cars and imported jewellery are not things he loves, no, that he likes cute things like plush animals , enjoys takeout and fast food, that he likes minimalistic thoughtful things, but he doesn't want to make a scene and be punished by Jeongguk, so he only nods.
They head to the table, where two men seem to be conversating.
They're both very handsome, one with broad shoulders and a dark mullet, and the other with platinum blond hair and deep set eyes. Sensing their presence, they both get up, polite smiles on their faces.
"Ah Mr. Jeon, a pleasure to meet you." The broad shouldered one says, as he gives Jeongguk a handshake. The male smiles, before shaking the hand of the platinum blond, "Please, call me Jeongguk, Mr. Kim"
