Jimin took your hand and led you to the elevator, pressing the button for the 52nd floor. His palm was cool against yours as his thumb traced lazy shapes into your skin. You were spared from having to listen to the torturous annoying music that typically played in elevators, but the silence did nothing to quiet your heart as it drummed in your ears. In the mirrored glass doors in front of you, you could see Jimin blatantly staring at your reflection and you resisted the urge to squirm. You wouldn't give him that satisfaction. 

You sighed softly, it was taking a lifetime for you to reach the top. Just before you were about to start tapping your foot impatiently, the doors slid open with a ding. As expected, the scene in front of you was practically taken straight from an Oceans film. There were only a handful of tables in the restaurant, most large enough to comfortably seat a party of at least twelve. 

The back wall was made entirely of glass, giving guests a breathtaking view that stretched for miles with glimmering lights. The large glossy tables were bare save for a candle in the center of each and they were lined with cream colored cushioned booths. The ambiance was intimate, relaxed, and quiet. 

A tall, good looking waiter was in front of you as soon as you walked in, a friendly smile on his face. Jimin nodded his way and the man returned the gesture. He must have made a reservation. That, or he came here often. You had to wonder if he brought female company here, and what number you may be. But that was none of your business, was it?

Mr. Tall, Tuxedo, and Handsome guided you to a booth along the back wall. No surprise that it was right next to the window, Jimin would have nothing less. This particular seating arrangement was sunken into the floor about a foot and you had to step down into it. The waiter graciously helped you by holding your hand - a little too long for your liking - and you could see Jimin tense from the corner of your eye. Well, there went his tip. 

You pulled your hand free and took a seat inside the 'L' shaped booth wrapping around half of the table, scooting close to the window so that Jimin would have the option of sitting either next to you or in the single chair on the opposite side. As he moved to join you, you could see Jimin glaring at the other man, making him avert his gaze to the ground and gulp. 

Jimin took a seat in the chair across from you, meaning he either wanted to give you elbow room or himself the chance to watch you as he so loved to do. You set your clutch down on the seat next to you and turned to look out the window. Sights like this would never cease to amaze you, not if you saw them every day for the rest of your life.

A bottle of wine and two long stemmed wine glasses were already placed on the table. You couldn't pronounce the name on the label, which probably meant it costed too much for you to want to know the price. You swallowed your pride, or at least tried to, and ignored the familiar knot that always formed in your stomach when someone spent any amount of money on you. 

You fixed your shawl around your shoulders, reluctant to let it fall and expose your shoulders just yet. The waiter filled the two glasses on the table and set the bottle in the middle, leaving it for the two of you. You offered him both thanks and an apology for Jimin's territorial brooding with a nod of your head before gently taking the glass between your fingers. Your rings clinked against the crystal as you brought it to your lips. 

The maroon wine was airy, crisp, and cool as it washed down your throat. It was delicious and it didn't shock you at all that Jimin had wonderful taste. You took a second sip before setting it down, remembering yourself. The last time you had allowed yourself to drink around the man in front of you . . . best not to think about it.

You licked the sweet taste slowly from your lips as you vacantly watched the man-made stars below. The hairs on your neck rose, however, and you had the distinct feeling of being watched. You hesitantly turned to look at Jimin, and sure enough, he was staring at you. 

His eyes were fixated on your lips and they looked...hungry. All at once, warmth flooded to your head and your scalp prickled. His gaze didn't move from your mouth until you found the courage to clear your throat. He blinked as if coming out of a trance and looked into your eyes apologetically. 

"Sorry. It's just, sometimes it's torture to see your tongue...do that." He hesitantly admitted.

Your brows flickered up as you instinctively raised your hand to your lips to touch the pads of your fingers against them. It was oddly satisfying to know that the effect he had on you went both ways. 

But you shook off his words with nervous laughter, failing in your attempts to act nonchalant. "My bad." You brought your hand back down and picked up the menu that had been placed in front of you at some unknown point in time. You were thankful for the reprieve that holding the leather bound booklet granted you. You could catch the breath that he always seemed to steal from you. 

You were taken aback as you skimmed the items on the menu, they weren't as unfamiliar to you as you had anticipated. They had barbecued meat and pasta dishes that made your mouth water from the short descriptions alone. "What are you getting?" you asked Jimin as you lowered your menu. His eyes were - shocker - already on you. He stammered a little as he answered, making your eyes widen. 

"Huh? Ah, oh, I think I'll get the beef skewers. They're pretty good here." he replied, confirming your earlier suspicion that he's definitely been here before who knows how many times. You nodded and before long, the waiter came to take your orders. You wanted to laugh at the fact that he made sure to take Jimin's order first, and he refused to look you in the eye or even in your direction as he jotted down yours. Jimin had requested an appetizer that you hadn't recalled seeing on the list, but the waiter had simply told him that he had made a good choice, perhaps in the hopes of regaining his good favor. 

The first course, which you discovered was called tteok, came quickly after ordering and the two of you gathered up your chopsticks to take one. You popped one of the sweet, delicate rice cakes, a perfectly round ball, into your mouth. The fruity flavor exploded against your taste buds and you hummed in approval. Jimin smiled as he chewed.

"I figured you would like them." He said after swallowing his own small rice ball.

You laid your chopsticks down on a napkin and folded your arms onto your lap.

"So, what's your favorite food?" You asked, both out of general curiosity and to get a conversation flowing.

"Meats in general, fruits, and stew kimchi jjigae." He responded as he wiped his mouth with his napkin before setting it aside and offering you his attention. At your confused expression, he laughed before explaining. "It's basically vegetables, pork, and tuna. What's yours?"

You pursed your lips and pulled them to the side as your eyes drifted toward the window in thought. "I like pasta style dishes. Spaghetti, fettuccine, things like that." You shrugged, letting your eyes snap back to him. "Do you always like going to expensive restaurants?" You hadn't meant it to sound as put off as you probably did, but you couldn't take it back and you wanted to know.

Jimin laughed, not offended thankfully, lowering his gaze as his hair lightly brushed against his forehead. He was quick to raise his hand and lace his fingers through his fluffy locks to push them from his face. A habit of his that was not supposed to be as attractive as it was. Your eyes followed his fingers similarly to how his had with your tongue earlier.

Unfortunately, he noticed. He cleared his throat to get your attention and you looked down. "Sorry. It's just, sometimes it's torture to watch your fingers do...that." You smirked to yourself as you used his words from before.

He leaned forward and his head was back in your line of sight as he quipped with "These fingers could be used to perform other kinds of torture, all you have to do is ask." You had picked the wrong time to take another sip of your wine, and you almost spat it back into your glass as his remark flowed through you. He chuckled and the sound made you want to throw something at him.

"But to answer your question, no, not always." He said, lowering his hand back to his lap. "But, I think special occasions call for special locations. And for the record, I consider my very limited time with you a special occasion." He stated as he leaned back in his seat. "Does going to fancy restaurants bother you?" He questioned with a tilt of his head. It was the first time he'd asked for your opinion. 

"Not really, or at least I wouldn't say it necessarily bothers me. Though I do feel out of my element." You admitted as your eyes drifted around the restaurant briefly. "I mean, I have more band t-shirts and Converse than I have friends." You huffed out a laugh.

Jimin chuckled along with you. "Maybe next time we should go to a concert then." He suggested casually.

"Next time?" You questioned with a cock of your brow.

Jimin just smirked in response, not elaborating as he raised his glass of wine to his lips, finishing it off and moving to give himself a refill.

"You can be pretty cocky, you know that?" The rhetorical question faded as you followed suit and downed the rest of your wine like it was a shot. Jimin immediately poured more into your glass and you smiled gratefully. 

"I like the term 'confidently charming' better." Jimin responded back teasingly as he licked his lips to swipe the lingering taste of berries from them. Your eyes flicked down to watch what he was doing before instantly moving back up, hoping he hadn't seen it.

You rolled your eyes as he tucked his chin into the palm of his hand and rested his elbow on the smooth wood surface of the table.

"So, what concert would you take me to that wouldn't involve you being on the stage?" 

"Oh, you don't like seeing me on stage now? When I invited you to the last concert I could have sworn I got to see you pick your jaw up off the floor." The words rolled off of his tongue as he raised an amused, perfectly manicured eyebrow at you.

You weren't going to indulge in his little game with a verbal or physical response, which made him chuckle. Damn this man. 

"Have you ever heard of Rain?" Jimin asked, finally answering you.

"Like the stuff that falls from the sky?" You questioned sarcastically and Jimin snickered, shaking his head.

"No. He's a Korean singer. He's the inspiration that made me want to become a singer myself, since originally I only wanted to be a dancer."

"Oh?" You probed him to continue as you wrapped your slender fingers around the base of your wine glass and dragged it closer to yourself.

"Yeah, we could go see him perform sometime." Jimin said as he smiled which caused his cheeks to puff out in the most endearing way.

"Maybe." You returned his smile against the rim of your glass and took a large swig. "We'll see if you get a next time with that attitude of yours." You teased, washing your grin away with the dark red liquid as it flooded your mouth and swirled down your throat.

"I'm pretty sure my attitude is exactly why you'll want to accompany me next time." He said, not dropping his cocky-charming demeanor.