MUSE | JIKOOK ✔

MUSE PT. 2

Dinner. Jeongguk and Jimin have been casually going out for a while but have never really gone on an official first date.

And Jimin doesn't know where they're going, either. He wasn't one to go out often, not before meeting Jeongguk. He would go where his job required him to and that was essentially it. A rinse and repeat cycle of wake up, eat, work, sleep. He started to feel like a robot functioning off of a specific, strict programming system.

He was existing, he wasn't living.

"Hyung?"

Jimin looks over his shoulder at Jeongguk and smiles. "Sorry, lost in thought. What did you say?"

"It just wanted to tell you that you look beautiful," he replies, focus remaining on the road. "But the moment is lost."

Jimin punches Jeongguk's shoulder playfully. "The moment's not lost. It's never lost when I'm with you," he retorts.

Jeongguk chuckles, squeezing Jimin's thigh softly with his fingers. "You're so romantic. Even when you're pouting like that, I just wanna pinch your cheeks and give you a big smooch on the lips." He grins.

Jimin can't fight the smile coming to his lips. He turns away and looks out the window, placing his hand over top of Jeongguk's. "Play your cards right and I just might let you."

Jeongguk glances over at Jimin's angelic profile, smiling.

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Jimin is starting to think that he should have dressed up a little bit more. He wasn't expecting such a fancy restaurant.

He looks down at himself, judging the loose pair of jeans and dress shirt he's chosen for himself.

Jeongguk, meanwhile, is clad in a pair of dress pants and white sneakers. He's wearing a white button up, rolled at the sleeves.

"I feel like I should be wearing something else," Jimin murmurs into Jeongguk's ear. "You didn't warn me."

"I told you, Hyung. You look beautiful. It doesn't matter what other people think. It's just me and you tonight, alright?" He grins.

Jimin nibbles on his bottom lip, nodding hesitantly. The hostess leads them to their table, leaving them with a soft smile before walking away.

Looking around, Jimin finds himself eyeing the people in the restaurant. He's living comfortably and so that's all he's ever sought after. His leg is shaking and he feels like they're being watched.

And then a hand is felt on his knee. He looks over at Jeongguk who looks at him softly, nodding his head subtly.

"You're okay. I promise. Just keep your eyes on me."

Jimin then nods his head, lips lifting at the corners ever so benignly. Their waiter stops by their table and Jeongguk orders a bottle of red wine.

"What's the special occasion?" Jimin asks, watching the red liquid swirl into his glass.

"You," Jeongguk replies, twisting the cap onto the bottle, placing it back on the table.

Jimin shakes his head, laughing quietly at Jeongguk. "You're so cheesy, you know that?"

Jeongguk smiles, staring at Jimin fondly.

The latter looks around, then silently patting his cheeks. "Is there something on my face?" he asks.

"Not quite," Jeongguk replies, leaning the side of his face against his palm. "I won't go into too much detail. I'll just admire you silently."

His voice is quiet but alluring and soft like velvet. Jimin can feel his ears turn red, sifting through the menu to try and avoid eye contact, even though they've already ordered.