The Korean affair

Fifteen: Namjoon

I sat in the waiting area at the hospital. I have bought Taehyung in moments before after an accident occurred. I called in and informed the University about my unexpected family events and how I won't be able to come in today. The previous night I've tossed and turned around excitedly, all through the night. I wanted to see her so badly, but unfortunately a certain string of events stopped me from seeing her at all. I looked up as he stood tall in front of me. Showing off his bandaged hand. Only he would know how he tripped over an invincible line and cut his hand open on the corner of the kitchen island's countertop. Can anybody say 'Karma'? I shook my head as a sly smile spread across his lips. We made our way towards the car and drove home in silence.

I didn't give my family much attention when we entered. It's too late to stop by the University and say hi. I went to the living room and fall down into a sofa with a deep sigh. Jk looks at me with a knowing smile. I shrugged it off. Tomorrow I will take her out, but I still have no idea what I am to do. Where am I to take her? Jungkook stood up and made his way towards me. He pulled my attention as he said: "She loves the finer things in life. You want to get to know her, not jump her bones. So I've got a few suggestions if you're willing to listen." I eyed him dumbfounded, but if I say that I'm not curious then I am lying to myself. His friend had surely given him some input and advice. I motioned with my hand for him to continue. "Take her for refreshments at a coffeehouse. Make sure that you're not completely alone, that way she'll trust you. That's precisely what you want, you need her to know that she can. Have a walk on the beach. Fall into conversation. Get to know each other personally. Stick her for lunch at a quintessential little restaurant. Watch the fireworks and fall in love slowly. Don't take her to a loud and crowded place such as the amusement park." Jungkook really does have a romantic side, to his quiet facade. I nodded at him in understanding. He laid a hand upon my shoulder and said lastly: "Pick her up at ten," while he placed a piece of paper in my hand. I looked down at it, to be greeted by her home address. I smiled at him in appreciation. He gave me an ear to ear grin, stood up and joined the others. After a few more minutes, I too stand up and left the overly enthusiastic crowd. Tomorrow is going to be amazing, I can just feel it. I'm as excited as a kid in the candy store. I can hardly wait!