Besotted | Yoonmin ✔

Chapter NINE

They were taken to a table on the roof that overlooked the city. It wasn't fully dark yet and from where they sat they had a nice view of the sunset.

"I feel so poor." Jimin chuckled bitterly as he stared at the menu. "I've never been to this place but I always wanted to." He continued and glanced at the other male who was listening curiously.

"I'm glad to have taken you." Yoongi placed his hand on top of Jimin's and rubbed his knuckles gently.

The younger blushed and looked up at the waitress who stood at their table. "Hello, what would you like to drink?" She asked and clicked her pen.

"I'll have wine." Yoongi said. "Red or white?" She asked. "Red." "And for you, sir?" She looked at Jimin. "A strawberry lemonade please." Jimin told her. "I'll have those right out." She smiled at them and left their table.

"Can I smoke here?" The blonde suddenly asked as he tapped his foot on the lovely wooden flooring.

"I think so. We're outside. But I'll ask." Yoongi patted the other's hand before standing up and heading to ask someone.

Jimin turned his head and watched the ball of fire descend ever so slowly until it was replaced with the full moon and a midnight sky.

Yoongi came back quickly and kissed Jimin's chubby cheeks before he sat. "They said you can." He informed the blonde who nodded and lit a killing stick.

"I want to know everything about you." Yoongi said suddenly and leaned closer on his elbows. He had glitter in his eyes as he stared at Jimin who blew out smoke rings into the air.

"Why?" Jimin laughed. "I'm nothing special." He shook his head.

"I don't belive that. Tell me and I'll tell you about me." The elder smiled and ran a hand through his soft ravenette locks. His hair was getting a bit longer and some was in his eyes. He started using gel to slick it back.

"Well...I have a younger brother. He's seventeen and lives with me. Our mom died in a car wreck- that's why I don't drive- and our dad disowned us because we're gay." Jimin shrugged. "I picked up his smoking habit when I was sixteen and I've had it since. I'm in college for, uhm, dance and I've always wanted to be an idol." He continued and put the cigarette out in an ashtray that a waiter had just brought by.

"I'm sorry about your mom." The other frowned. "My dad died last year." He admitted.

"I'm sorry." Jimin murmured.

The waitress came and set down their drinks. "Are you ready to order?" She asked. Jimin shook his head at his date. "Not yet." Yoongi said and she left.

Jimin continued on and on about his life and Yoongi listened and watched him with sparking eyes. He knew that Jimin didn't think so, but he was interesting. His life had so many ups and downs that it became confusing halfway through. Still though the doctor listened intently and spoke when he needed to. He wiped away tears when the pretty blonde spoke of his mother and kissed him when he was angry about his father.

"So, how was the date?" Yoongi asked as he and Jimin walked down the stairs that led to the ground floor of the restaurant. They held hands and were joined at the hip as they walked and went through the room and outside to Yoongi's bike.

"I loved it. Thank you, Yoongi." Jimin smiled and kissed the ravenette's pale cheek. "Now how about we end it end it with some dessert?" The blonde took the elder's hand and placed it on his waist.

Yoongi smirked and led Jimin to the bike. "I'd love to." He mumbled in the other's ear before getting on the bike himself and speeding away to the apartment where they would have each other for said 'dessert.'

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Forgot to update yesterday /: