Colors [Yoonmin]

29.

"Any thoughts on the food?"

Namjoon shrugged, "Ehh. It's a solid five out of ten."

"Five out of ten? What? I give it a ten."

"That's a high rating. Are you really rating the food as a whole? Or are you trying to rate it along with the decorations and staff? I've had better seafood than the one we had here."

"Ahhh. You're such a grouch. So picky about everything." Jin murmured a bit angry.

"I'm not being a grouch. I rated it honestly."

"How come you never like the things I like huh?"

"Here we go again. We've established that we're two different people."

"But—!"

"I don't really like seafood okay? I tried my best to eat it."

Jin sighed disappointed. As they got closer to his car he felt his anger diminish. That meant their date would be over soon. It had taken him weeks to even get a response and time flew by. To top it off, he didn't know Namjoon didn't like seafood."

"Why didn't you tell me you didn't like it? I could've picked somewhere else."

"You seemed so excited about it. I don't hate it, I just wouldn't pick going there on my own and since you paid for it I can't complain."

"Still, I wanted you to enjoy it." He pouted like a wounded puppy.

"If I would've told you it would've hurt your feelings far worse than right now."

He exhaled loudly, "Yeah. I guess you're right."

"I'm not trying to brag, but I'm always right."

Jin nodded, "Yeah. Yeah. Do you want to eat a burger or something?"

"No. I'm good. The appetizer was pretty fulfilling."

"Are you sure?" He murmured impulsively, reaching over to hold his hand. Namjoon turned to look at him very confused. Jin had hope that the question would distract him from his impulsive action, but of course it didn't.

So, he avoided eye contact and attempted to change the conversation, "That wine was exquisite. I haven't had wine in ages."

"Why are you holding my hand?" Namjoon asked.

"Uhh...because we're on a date. That's what people do when they're on dates right? Hold hands?" He nervously responded.

Namjoon scanned his eyes down to their hands. Jin gripped him tightly. Too tight it was making his fingers turn white.

"Your hands are sweaty and you're gripping it too tight."

"Gosh. I'm sorry. I can't help it. My hands sweat when I get nervous." He murmured, wiping his hand against his pants. He quickly took Namjoon's hand again. This time much softer.

"I see."

"Why is it so hard to like me?" Jin blurted.

"I don't understand your question. I obviously like you, otherwise I wouldn't let you hold my hand." Namjoon responded.

Jin let out a sigh, "No you don't. You're not even holding my hand back. Throughout the dinner you barely spoke unless I asked questions. Am I just annoying to you? Why am I so hard to like?"

"It's not you. I like you a lot, but I simply don't want a relationship. I've never been in one and I don't want one now. I'm an intern and I'm trying to study for my residency in hopes I'll get to stay at Medica Zone. I don't have time for love. I need to focus on my career. It'll start out as dates, then we'll start dating for real, and next thing you know we are moving in together and we have no desire to talk to each other anymore."