BLIND DATE. ❪ PJM + JJK ❫

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jimin couldn't see a foot ahead of him.

hell, the darkness could have gone of for miles and he wouldn't have known. maybe he'd underestimated the term 'dark dining'ㅡhe'd kinda thought that lights would have been heavily dimmed, not non-existent.

he could hear the low chatter of people talkingㅡit was oddly soothing; and the fact that his hand was firmly clasped around someone's arm gave him a sense of comfort too.

the waiter steered him into a seat without a single accidental tripping on the way; jimin couldn't help but find it impressive that he'd managed to maneuver him, park jiminㅡpractically blind and a certified klutzㅡthrough a bustling restaurant.

"i'll be leaving now," the waiter whispered, placing a reassuring hand on jimin's shoulder.

"can't you wait untilㅡ" jimin began in protest, not wanting to be left along in the dark. he felt a squeeze on his shoulder.

"you're not alone," the waiter informed jimin mysteriously, and the weight on his shoulder receded.

not alone? jimin felt around on the table. no cutlery. no plate. no glass.

"come back," he whimpered.

no namjoon. no waiter.

he sighed loudly, and a chuckle sounded from opposite him.

waiter?

"hey, jimin."

that is not the waiter.

jimin shrieked.

the babble of conversation from the other tables cut off abruptly, and jimin had just whapped a hand over his mouth when it continued as if nothing had happenedㅡwas people randomly screaming out of nowhere normal here?

jimin coughed awkwardly as soft laughter ensued from the other side of the table. "s-sorry, you must beㅡi didn't realize." how was he already here? hadn't hoseok been waitingㅡ?

"it's okay." jimin could already feel himself getting hooked onto the sound of namjoon's voiceㅡit was that perfect proportion between cute and just really fucking cute. "i must've surprised you pretty bad."

"good. pretty good," jimin said hurriedly. surprised me pretty good? what? "um, i just thoughtㅡi thought i was early."

"you thought wrong." another laugh.

jimin wondered how early namjoon must have come to have evaded hoseok, but decided against asking himㅡso far, the only major thing he'd talked to namjoon about over chat was hoseok and taehyung, and continuing on with that would probably be rude ... right?

he looked around nervously, which was pretty pointlessㅡeverything was the exact same shade of black. but jimin needed to do something or he'd go insane and karate chop the table or some other normal park jimin response to nerves.

"say something," namjoon urged playfully. jimin blinked a couple times before racking his mind for something vaguely intelligent to say.

"um," he began. "hi."

another bout of laughter erupted from namjoon, and jimin suddenly felt extremely self-conscious, pulling his sleeves over his hands timidly. "what?"