BLIND DATE. ❪ PJM + JJK ❫

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namjoon's hand was nice.

it wasn't a goliathic size like taehyung's, or a pint-sized one like his own, but that ideal centre between the two. it was soft. it was the perfect temperature. it was not slimy. jimin could make out a ring on his middle fingerㅡsimple pattern, silver, probably.

though why he was thinking about this while namjoon pulled him through the restaurant, tripping over tables and causing jimin to do the same, bumping into waiters and causing jimin to do the same, and screaming at people to make way and causing jimin to do the same (though a lot less confident and loud in volume), he didn't know.

obviously, namjoon did not have high-tech goggle things that enabled him to see in the dark, so his clumsiness was understandable, but jimin felt that disrupting tens of people's dinners wasn't worth it when they could have simply asked a nearby waiter, kindly, if he could direct them to the exit.

"where is the exit?" namjoon close to yelled at a waiterㅡhow did he even know it was a waiter? was it even a waiter? "can i borrow your glasses thingies? i really need toㅡ"

"if it's the bathroom you're looking for, sir, please take my arm and i will show you toㅡ"

namjoon growledㅡgrowled. was it even humanly possible to do that? "the only person who needs to go the bathroom is you, you useless piece of shitㅡ"

jimin gasped as namjoon dragged him away in another direction. "namjoon, that was kind of extremely unnecessary! go apologize to that nice man right now!"

"fuck, you're right," namjoon muttered under his breath. "sorry, sweetheart, but i can't exactly go back now ... and stop calling me that!"

"i'll stop if you stop calling sweetheart!" it was technically the first time namjoon had called him that, but it wasn't like either of them were sane at the present moment. "and stop calling you what?"

"namjoon."

"namjoon?"

"yes, that!"

"you want me to stop calling you namjoon," jimin asked to confirm incredulously, "your name."

"namjoon is not," the other grunted as he collided with an unoccupied tableㅡjimin knew this as he faced a similar fate right after him. "my name!"

jimin was in no mood for jokes, but decided to play along for a while, despite the fact that he was being tolled around in pitch black darkness by a randomly-turned lunatic. "what is your name, then?"

"fuck you!"

"hi, fuck you, i'm jimin."

"no, you are not jimin! and i was talking to the chair that just walked into me, but fuck you, too!"

talking to a chair. that walked. jimin was officially done.

"alright, who switched my date out with this asshole?" he complained to no one in particular, deciding against replying to any part of namjoon's statementㅡhe was clearly out of his right mind. "geez, where did that nice guy who thought shrek was cute go?"

"i think shrek is cute!" someone called from a table.

jimin honestly did want to know where the other namjoon had disappeared to, though, because this new one wasn't doing particularly well with him. he was starting to wonder if namjoon was driving him into occupied tables on purpose, but brushed this off because choosing to do things on purpose or by accident wasn't a privilege one had in the dark.