oppa :: myg

thirteen

BASICALLY TWELVE PART TWO

Namjae's POV:

When we walk in I'm once again struck by the beauty of the place.

It was the kind of place that extremely wealthy people would go to for a fancy meal, and that's saying something.

It had a maroon and gold interior with columns of marble placed in thoughtfully designed positions and magnificent gold chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Also, there were expensive looking paintings jotted around the place to complement the biggest tables.

Maybe I should've wore something nicer.

Although I should've realised when I saw Yoongi in a suit.

He literally had to pull me through the foyer into the main room because I was so taken aback by it. (You can see the main room from the foyer)

When we reached the front desk I somehow managed to compose myself before a nice looking woman looked up to us with a warm smile.

"A table of 2 for Min Yoongi." Yoongi said calmly while returning her smile.

I never knew he was this good with other people, I thought he tended to avoid them to be honest.

"Ah of course, please follow me." She said with a warm low voice.

We followed her to a table slightly secluded from the others which I couldn't be more happy about before she told us to sit and handed us the menus.

It's not that I don't like others it's just that I don't want to be judged by snooty posh people for putting my napkin in the wrong place or something stupid like that.

"Yoongi isn't this too expensive?" I asked because I hate when people spend money on me.

"It's fine honestly, I've hardly been out lately working on my mixtape and the next album so I have a lot to spend." He answered jokingly.

"Don't overwork yourself Mr Min." I said jokingly.

"Or maybe you're not working hard enough Miss Kim." He replied smirking.

"Oh shush you!" I laughed swatting my hand at him.

He laughed at that casing his gummy smile to come out.

God I love that smile!

"Excuse me are you ready to order?" A friendly looking waiter asks.

He looked around Yoongi's age and had pretty white hair.

"Yeah I'll have the speciality pasta please." Yoongi answered for himself.

"And for the sexy lady?" The waiter asks me with a wink, all hint of the friendliness replaced with flirtiness, before staring at my chest.

"Umm, I'll have the same as him please." I answered shyly.

"And to drink?"

"Two cokes please." Yoongi answered glaring at the boy.

"Okay I'll be right back with your drinks." He says to me, not even looking in Yoongi's direction.

When he leaves I look over to Yoongi and smile apologetically before barely controlling myself from laughing at his expression.

Saying he looked pissed is an understatement. His eyes were stone cold and his lips were turned down into a scowl as he stared at the waiter.

You wouldn't think this was our first date just by his expression.