BLIND DATE. ❪ PJM + JJK ❫

four

nothing particularly striking had happened in park jimin's day to serve as an opening line.

now that he thought about itㅡyes, he was thinking about it; he was pretty freaking joblessㅡwhen was the last time something vaguely interesting had happened in his life? when was the last time his to-do list had changed from get up, get ready, get bored at university, get home, get food, get sleep?

"maybe i should get a dog," he contemplated, spinning around in his Spinny Chair of Contemplation. "that ought to spice things up a bit."

the trill ring of his doorbell broke him out of his trance.

it took him a moment to recognize the doorbell's sound as his own house'sㅡthat itself should say enough about how often jimin received guests.

tragic flashbacks to him pressing his own doorbell repeatedly, testing to see if it was out-of-order, and to him pondering on his Couch of Pondering if he should call an electrician to get it checked up.

maybe the doorbell only reacted to his fingerprint? was that why he heard its sound so little in the vicinity of his house, longing for company?

all in an attempt to convince himself that he did, in fact, have people who cared about him, he did, in fact, have friends, and he was, in fact, not a loner.

jimin rose from the Spinny Chair of Contemplationㅡslowly, at first, as if hesitant, but a wave of excitement seized him and he bolted for the door, fixing his hair and smoothing down the crinkles in his shirt on the way.

he inhaled deeply in front of the doorway, calming down his jittersㅡhe couldn't look too eager or he might scare them away. before he could swing open the door and embrace whoever it was, jimin chided himself, glancing at the peephole installed in the door. might as well utilize it.

he pressed his face against the wood, squinting into the small hole and adjusting his view to focus on the solitary male outside the door. the visitor bounced from foot to foot, bursting with enthusiasm. jimin narrowed his eyes, drawing away. was thatㅡ?

backtrack. jimin did, in fact, have friends.

correction, singular. a friend.

his name was kim taehyung, and he was at jimin's doorstep.

was jimin pleased?

not really.

the happiness that had inflated in jimin's chest didn't deflateㅡit popped. "what do you want?"

"jiminie, you're in!" taehyung exclaimed happily from outside. "please make me in too!"

"go away."

"listen, there's thisㅡ"

"no."

"you haven't even let me get a proper word in, jiminie!" taehyung complained. "you can't just veto it without knowing whatㅡ"

"i'm pretty sure that whatever it is, my answer is going to be no," jimin told him, picking at his nails and stifling a yawn. besides, he had a well enough idea of the purpose behind taehyung's visit. "i'm saving us both the time. you'll thank me later, taehyung."

don't get him wrongㅡjimin was grateful for taehyung. taehyung was a great guyㅡmore or less. however, jimin had found as of late that taehyung had only one particular topic of interest when he approached him, and jimin had made it a point to run far, far away whenever he spotted taehyung coming towards him.

running away, unfortunately, was not a viable option in the current scenario, so he decided to entertain taehyung for a while before returning to some mundane aspect of his typical saturdays.