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What do I wear???

Ok relax it's not a date it's just breakfast.. Is it really? I mean we haven't really had anything except for the water incident and some random eye contact that melts me every time. No, he's just being nice cause of Grease. One thing I noticed about Yoongi is that he's very thoughtful. He's very subtle about it though. This is just one of those things.. I hope not though cause my heart is doing flips and my insides are all in a knot that I hope.. what? What do I want? Stop. I better hurry. Don't want him to wait.

I settled for a cream oversized wool jumper tucked to the front of dark brown high waist straight cut wool trousers paired with thick sole sneakers. I tied my hair up in a messy bun so I still look casual but put together. I went into the restaurant and quickly spotted Yoongi looking down on his phone.

Bzzz. Bzzz..

MYG: I reserved a table for us under Minho's name. See you.

He just sent this text. My hands are trembling. He reserved a table for us. Just the two of us. 

Is. It. A. Date? 

I stopped just in front of the restaurant entrance. Lemme breathe first.

I looked at him again. He's looking great. Again. He's wearing a white open collar shirt, chocolate brown trousers and what looks to be suede high tops.I'm definitely underdressed. 

Relax. He's just well dressed as expected of a well known music producer. He's in public and that's normal and expected of them to dress nicely. It's not like he put this much effort just for a breakfast between us two.

I finally got the courage to go up inside.

"Park Minho please."

"This way please."

Please walk slower. I'm still gathering my thoughts.

"Oh.. I think he's actually more nervous than you."

"Oh my god I just said that out loud huh?! Wait you said he's nervous too?" Before she could answer we're at the table letting him know of my arrival but before she left she gave me a tiny thumbs up.

"Hey!"

He looked up at me. Those mesmerising eyes on me. He took a second before he spoke. "I've never seen you with your hair up before."

"Oh yeah.." I'm out of words.

"I mean you had your hair in a pony tail earlier but not all of your hair." He chuckled gesturing up the top of his hair as if he had a bun on it himself, "It looks great. I can see your whole.. head." reaching for his earlobe now, looking down on his plate.

I laughed. His eyes turned crescent-moon and met mine. I leaned at the table with my elbows, my hand resting on my nape fiddling on hair strands at the back of my hair. I can stare at him and not get over it. At this he leaned across the table too with both arms crossed and just looked at each other's eyes. I broke the gaze and looked at the menu on the table. I can't do a staring contest with this guy. My breathe hitches and I'll pass out after a second I swear.

He leaned back. "What should we get?"

I pursed my lips and squinted my eyes as if I'm having a hard time reading the menu. My eyesight is very good by the way. I have 20/20 vision that's why I can see his outfit from a few metres away but somehow this menu right in front of my eyes is blurry. Must be the lack of oxygen from holding my breath whenever he looks straight into me. I lifted it enough for both of us to see. 

I looked up at him. He's pouting and looking intently at the menu. I think this man is the death of me. Can he be more adorable?! He must have felt my gaze cause he suddenly took his eye of the menu and side eyed me. The corner of his mouth lifted into this playful smirk he has on when he's about to drop one of his jokes or witty comments.