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6. Adorable

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Kim Seokjin's pov:

Adorable.

I can't put my fingers on where we're going, not rhetorically speaking, like- I literally had no idea where he was taking me for this "date". But I trust him, I entrusted him to keep up with my schedule, so this should be no different.

When I arrived at our promised area, I took a different cab there as today was Namjoon's day-off, wouldn't want this arrangement to be business-related, I see.

It was almost odd seeing Namjoon dressed in something else other than his routinely white shirts and blue jeans. Now wearing a black pullover and gray sweatpants.

He's so tall, and physically cultivated, I realized it now. It was nearly scary as I had not seen him outside the driver's seat once.

I approached him through the plaza, he didn't seem to realize me, standing there in front of a Tteokbokki tent; busy with his phone.

No, almost as if he was checking himself out through said phone's camera, brushing the fringes of his hair with such concentration that I had to nudge him to acquire his attention.

"Hm?" He twisted his neck and basically dropped the phone out of his grip, I managed to catch it for him. "Shi- I'm so sorry, Jinnie. I didn't see you, ugh..."

'Jinnie'. What a remarkable nickname, unoriginal, but nonetheless, remarkable.

That's what he used to call me. What a drag. If he's gone, why can't he be gone wholly for the sake of it?

Witnessing a klutz out of the cab driver, I giggled at him and handed him back his phone. He reacted rather embarrassed, murmuring 'thank you's.

We ended up in a restaurant I've never heard of. The cuisines seemed posh and expensive, I only ever feast on home-cooked meals. It's a curing hobby.

"So? Why take me here of all places?" I asked, scornfully daring him.

"Is it to your liking? I found out about this restaurant from a friend of a friend, and apparently, this place's new. I wanted to try it out and stuff...and since, well- hence, why you are here." He pursed his lips. That's why it was so crowded here.

"What a thoughtful reason, Namjoon." I responded altogether with a grin, "then, thank you for inviting me."

"Aha, don't. The thanking will depend on the food. So if you dislike it, uh, please slap me."

Hearing him said so with such a reluctant tone, I started laughing louder than I anticipated. "Excuse me, ahaha! I won't do that to you."

Namjoon had a perplexed expression on, "why not? I dragged you all the way here. You're being nice enough to accompany my lonely ass, so the least I can do is make sure I don't disappoint you."

"You just need a friend to come with. I don't mind it, okay? Let's just have fun." I retorted.

"Thank you," he said.

Namjoon's polite and solemn. At that moment, he could probably be younger than I. Speaking of age, I knew nothing about Namjoon.

So I guess this was a great opportunity to get to know each other.