7 Years
Characters: Jimin x Reader
Length: 1329 words
A bright flame painting everything in warm colors. Linen, soft under your fingers, with only the bright reflection of the silver cutlery disturbing the white plane.
People chatting, dishes clattering and a single pop of a champagne bottle interrupting the silence in the restaurant you were sitting in.
And a friendly pair of eyes, looking directly into yours.
“Everything okay?”
His voice had such a nice ring to it. It never failed to make you think of angels and sunshine, even when it dropped low or growled in anger. He couldn’t cloud the pureness in himself, no matter what he did.
“I’m fine, don’t worry.”
He put down his fork and knife to take a moment to really look at you. Before you could say anything to him, his hand landed on yours, squeezing it reassuringly.
“You look sad.”
