English Speaku

Chapter 8

[BACK TO YOUR POV]

It was 3:45 and you anxiously looked at yourself in the mirror. You had opted for a snug black dress and black heels, since you were going to a fancy restaurant. In your purse you had a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, if you needed it. You were beyond ecstatic to see Namjoon and get to go on this date with him. You fidgeted with your hair one last time, before deciding to head downstairs. You had just made it to the last steps when you saw the taxi driver pull up. Namjoon got out of the car, wearing a black suit. He was smiling, and his dimples entranced you. He handed you a single right rose.

"This is for you...I thought you'd find the red ones cliche." He looked down at his feet. He knew you so well.

"Thank you so much, it's beautiful." You grinned, bringing it up to your nose so you could smell it.

"True, it may be beautiful, but it will never compare in beauty to you." He took a step back and tilted his head like he was admiring a painting, which caused you to blush bright red.

"Namjoon!" You scolded as you hid your face in your hands. "You're making me blush! Stop it!"

"But you're just as beautiful when you blush." He grinned, opening the car door for you. You entered the car. You were nervous. Namjoon walked around the car and got in on the other side. You both sat in silence for a while, and you noticed a few times that he moved his hand like he was going to try to hold your hand. You were silently screaming at him to grab your hand, but he didn't. You finally pulled up to the restaurant and Namjoon quickly hopped out so he could get the door for you like the gentleman he is. You allowed him to grab your hand and help you out of the vehicle. But neither of you let go once you got out. The two of you entered the restaurant together holding hands. The waitress showed you both to your table, and you thought about the first time that you met Namjoon. How he was supposed to be your tutor, and now here you were. You both ordered your meal and ate. You did small talk, which then escalated into hopes and dreams for the future. You talked about your family, why you moved to Korea, where you were originally from, and tons of other things. You talked about marriage and kids, houses and pets. By the end of the meal, you were even more in love with this man than when you arrived. You hoped that the feelings were mutual. You were both talking so long, that the restaurant shut down, and they had to ask you both to leave. Namjoon pulled your chair out for you and helped you up.

"Do you mind if I hold your hand?" He asked shyly as you were both exiting. You responded by grabbing his hand. He looked down at your hand that he was clasping. You looked up at his face and smiled. He made you so happy.

"Wanna go get ice cream?" You asked him.

"Sure." He answered, swinging your hand as you headed for the nearest ice cream store. You were having issues keeping up because of your shoes. Namjoon noticed and laughed. "That's why those shoes are so impractical! But you look amazing in them." He smirked.

"I wanted to look nice for our date!" You protested.

"Get on my back." Namjoon offered.

"What?" You stopped, dumbfounded.

"Get on my back." He insisted, crouching down. "I'm serious, get on."

"Uhmm...Are you sure you'll be able to carry me?" You hesitated.

"Are you calling me weak?" He teased you, looking over his shoulder.

"Uhm, no, but-" You tried to explain but he cut you off.

"Come on, get on." He pestered. You finally gave in and hopped on. It was a little hard to get on his back while wearing a dress, without flashing everybody (you completely forgot about your spare outfit), but you managed. Your arms were around his neck and your legs were around his waist. His arms were supporting your legs to prevent you from slipping. You rested your chin on the crook of his neck as he was carrying you. You could see and feel the goosebumps that he got from your soft touch. You finally got to the Ice cream place, but Namjoon insisted on carrying you all the way in. A sundae was ordered for you both to share, and you hopped down. Namjoon guided you outside, so you could both enjoy it in peace.

"Thanks for the ride." You winked at him and he smiled.

"Thank you for coming today. I'm glad that I didn't scare you off." He grinned. His teeth were so beautiful. You scooped a little whipped cream onto your finger and booped him on the nose. He gasped and you giggled like a two year old.

"This means war!" He whisper yelled and wiped some whipped cream on your face. You were both now on the ground, clutching your stomachs, laughing incredibly hard. A small ice cream battle ensued and you were both out of breath. You took your finger and wiped off some of the ice cream that was on Namjoon's cheek and put it in your mouth (non suggestively, stop being dirty minded, *tsk* *tsk* x'D x'D ).

"It still tastes great." You grinned, and stuck your tongue out at him.

"Oh really?" He smirked and did the same thing as you. "Well I'll guess you're right. But maybe it only tastes good because you're so sweet?"

"Don't ruin the moment!" You laughed and tossed the cherry at him.

"Well sorry." He stuck his tongue out at you in response.

"We should probably head back now, it's really late." You sighed, but then added "I am having an amazing time with you though."

"You're right. Want me to call a taxi?" Namjoon asked.

"No, I want to walk back with you." You smiled, and grabbed his hand. You and Namjoon's sticky sweet fingers mingled together, and you could feel each others' heart beat through the palm.

"Okay." Namjoon whispered, and the two of you started your trek home.

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You got back to your apartment, and Namjoon stopped at the entrance to your building.

"You still aren't going to escort me to my apartment?" You tilted your head and looked up at his face.

"It's only the first date! I didn't picture you to be that type of person." He raised and eyebrow and smirked, teasing you.

"Namjoon!" You gasped and slapped his arm, which caused him to laugh at you.

"What?" He grinned, swinging your hand.

"Goodnight." You laughed.

"Goodnight." He smiled softly. He leaned in, and you were totally prepared for him to kiss you. But he didn't. He leaned in and gave you a hug (what a disappointment, lol).

You went up to your apartment and he left. You were so happy with your date that you thought your heart was going to explode...