Promise Flower

Drunk

I don't know why I'm so nervous about going to dinner with Jimin, Taehyung, and Taylor. Maybe it's because this is a double date but I'm not actually dating Jimin. I also know that Tae loves instigating and stirring the pot, I can only imagine what type of things he may ask Jimin.

Jimin seems excited though, he's the one who agreed to it with so much enthusiasm. We all planned to meet at an Italian restaurant for dinner and Jimin has spent a large part of the day mulling over what to wear. It's not a fancy restaurant by any means and I keep telling him a t-shirt and jeans would be just fine, but he wasn't having any of that.

"I had no idea you were such a fashionista," I laugh as I watch him from the bed going through every item of clothing in his closet.

"I just like to look nice," he winks. "Plus I haven't really been out anywhere since my surgery. I have to look good for my first public appearance in a while."

"Spoken like a true celebrity." He cringes every time I call him a celebrity and that's exactly why I keep doing it. I just like to see the cute way he scrunches his face at me.

"Don't be jealous because I have style," he laughs.

"Pfffttt calm down, you're alright," I tease.

"Don't act like you wouldn't want me to style you." He flips his hair with a cocky smile.

"Oh please do! Then I won't have to pick my own clothes."

"Oh," he sighs. "So you don't want me for my sense of style, you just want me so I'll do the things you don't want to do."

"Yup."

He scrunches his face again and throws a shirt at me.

"Nice," I say grabbing the shirt. "I guess this is mine now."

"Keep it," he smirks. "It's the one you threw up all over anyway."

"Oh well never mind then." I throw the shirt back at him and laugh. "Hurry up so I can go home and get dressed."

I haven't actually been home since I left for class yesterday morning. After Jimin's physical therapy appointment we stayed at his place watching movies and eating takeout that Hoseok was kind enough to pick up on his way home. Of course I fell asleep in his bed as usual so I'm waiting for him to get himself together so I can go home and wash up before we meet "TayTae" at the restaurant.

Jimin the diva is finally dressed and satisfied with his black skinny jeans, ankle boots, a fitted white t-shirt, and a black leather jacket and we head out to my place. I hadn't planned to wear anything special, but I feel like I need to match his level of style so I don't look like I'm in rags when standing next to him.

Now it's my turn to stand in my closet as Jimin looks on from my bed. I have no idea what to wear, I'm not really good when it comes to fashion. I stare blankly at everything hanging in there until Jimin steps up next to me with a smirk.

"Do you need help from someone with a good sense of style?" He chuckles.

"Who?" I tease.

"Do you want my help or not?" He says scrunching his face at me for the umpteenth time today.

"Who said I need help?"

"Your face."

"Fine," I chuckle defeated. "No dresses though."

"Why have dresses if you don't want to wear them?" He asks sifting through my clothes.

"Those are for special occasions."

"Like what?"

"I don't know," I laugh. "I haven't had a special occasion come up yet."

"I guess we'll have to change that."