Periwinkle (• k.sj | k.nj •)

Um who?

 "If I have to tell you it's time to go one more time, Jin, I swear to God..." Jimin, who had apparently had a problem with the amount of time it was taking for Jin to finish getting ready, graoned loudly and pressed his back against the door frame of the bathroom which Jin was currently in. The blonde male was currently examining his face, checking for any blemishes that may have magically appeared between now and two minutes ago when he'd first checked.

 He rolled his eyes and sighed deeply, leaning closer to the mirror, now having moved on to brushing down any stray hairs that might have been trying to run away from his head. "Look, no one asked you to pick me up. I sure as hell didn't. Plus, you should know by now that it takes me, like, twelve hours to get ready for something; and you know I'm going light right now, so shoosh." He put emphasis on the shoosh, by not only saying it harshly, but even brought his hands up toward his mouth and turned toward Jimin, imitating Jimin's mouth with a gesture of his hands before clamping them shut like a crap.

 "You're such a little brat.." 

 "And you're a little dick, but you don't hear me complaining."

  There wasn't much either of them could have said after that to insult one another. Jimin had been standing there for a good twenty minutes while Jin powdered his face to 'reduce the shit shine of his skin' and parted his hair. Yeah. Twenty minutes of hair and foundation was crazy to Jimin too, but regardless of how casual a meet-up Jin couldn't let himself go out all raggilly. At least what he considered raggilly for himself.

 Once he tired of Jimin's complaints, he finally ceased his preparations for the night out and huffed and he slipped past Jimin, disappearing into his room for no longer than a minute to grab his phone, keys and wallet before he was dragged out into the living room and through the front door of his apartment.

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  Truthfully, Jin was a bit taken aback whenever they'd reached their destination. He wasn't sure how, or when Jimin developed a sense of taste, but when they parked in the lot of the restaurant/bar hybrid, he was thoroughly impressed. How Jimin even found out about the place was a mystery, but it could have been one of his previously mentioned acquaintances that knew the place? Regardless of how the place was found out, he could already tell that he was going to enjoy the food at the very least.

 When they walked in they were pleased to find that it wasn't overwhelmed with people, which was most likely due to their timing, but there was still a significant amount of people either sitting at the bar or at the tables strewn about the chic little place. It brought on a feeling of comfort tied in with luxury and Jin couldn't have thought of a better place for a couple of young men to meet- then again, he was a bit odd.

  Being that the other two whom were supposedly joining them -Jin was still having his doubts about Jimin actually having other friends- weren't there yet, and it was only five-thirty, the Jin and Jimin had scouted out two of the empty seats at the bar, figuring they could at least get something a drink or two while they wanted for the other two to arrive.

 Only a few minutes had passed since they sat down at the bar and during those few minutes Jin admired the interior design of the, whatever the place may have classified as. The bar itself was gorgeous, decorated with small warm fairy lights along the ledge, the counter top itself was glass while the rest was a dark oak. The chairs were simple black metal stools with light brown cushion-y cushions and beyond that and ahead of them the different types of alcohol were on full display with more warm lights shining down on them, but still allowing a significant amount of shade into the area, giving it a more mysterious, elegant look. All he was able to get to was fawning over the fact that the backdrop for where the liquor was displayed was a large mirror, creating a somewhat of a trippy experience for Jin before Jimin pulled him out of his thoughts.

 "Ah.. I forgot to tell you that Yoongi was bringing one of his friends.. I don't really know him personally but his name is Namjoon. Do you know him?"

 Jin shrugged his shoulders an rested his elbows on the edge of the counter, the coldness of the glass against even that smallest amount of skin causing him to shiver. "Who? Namjoon? Never heard of him. But, like, I guess I know Yoongi. We haven't talked much before but we get along. Unlike you, he appreciates me."

 "You've given me no reason to appreciate-"

 "I will fight you. I am your Queen. Deal with it."