True Mates Book One: The Setlist

Chapter Seven: Wine and a Dog

"So...." Jimin says, turning to me.

We had just pulled up outside of my house.

"So?" I ask him, not sure myself what to do or say.

"I would say that this was a pretty amazing first date, wouldn't you?" he asked me.

"Absolutely," I said, smiling at him as I turned my body a little more towards him in the car.

"I kind of don't want it to end, but I'm sure that you're tired," says, blushing a little for...some reason.

"I'm not really tired," I told him, shrugging my shoulders. "I don't sleep much. Two or three hours a night, and I'm good to go."

Jimin laughed, his eyes turning into adorable crescents. "How is that even possible?"

I shrug at him again. "I don't know. I've always been like that. It used to drive my parents crazy when I was little. Although I don't really know how true it is, my dad insists that I could read at 3-years-old, and that they would get up to go to the bathroom, and I'd be reading under the covers at like two in the morning."

"That's...really cute, actually."

"So if you want to come in for a glass of wine, I promise that I won't fall asleep," I told him, shrugging again. I'm just realizing that I do it a lot. I really need to find a new way to react to things.

"I will take you up on that wine," he told me. "If you're sure that you don't mind."

"I really don't, Jimin."

"However, I can't promise that I won't fall asleep," he said.

"I'll do my best to try not to bore you to it, then," I said, turning to take off my seatbelt and open the door.

Jimin was out of the car and around to my side, opening the door before I could, and offering me his hand to help me out.

"You really are a gentleman, Park Jimin," I said, smiling at him.

"I'll make sure to let my Eomma know that she did a good job then," he said, not letting go of my hand as he walked me to the front door.

"That means your mom, right?" I asked, even though I already knew that it was.

"It does," he said as he dropped my hand so that I could unlock the door. "I could tell in your class that you know a little bit of Korean."

I laugh as I look for my keys in my purse. "Very little. But I watch a lot of K-Dramas, and I guess that I can understand it more than I can speak it."

"I get that," he said. I had finally found my keys and was unlocking the door. "It's the same for me and English."

I laugh as I push the door open and reach in to flick on the light. "It is not the same as you and English, Jimin. You speak it very well. Apparently a lot better than you think that you do."

He follows me inside and shuts the door behind him, then kicks off his shoes. "Well thank you for the compliment. I'm trying. Netflix has helped a lot, and so has Hobi-Hyung. He's gotten really good at it."

"I noticed. Sometimes when he speaks English, he has absolutely no accent."

"Once again with the J-Hope bias," Jimin says, tsking at me and shaking his head.

"Is he the one that I just invited inside my house?" I ask him with a raised eyebrow.

Jimin works his lips back-and-forth, side-to-side, then shakes his head. "No. I'm the only one lucky enough for that honor."