Pact » Namjin

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Hoseok, the good friend he was, sat up a date for his friend and his crush. Seokjin first yelled at Hobi every time he called Namjoon his crush, but the younger acted like his boyfriend would act and didn't give a single shit about that.

After a fotoshooting in the afternoon Jin was freed from his work. He shouldered his bag and made his way to the exit. He waved the secretary goodbye and earned an only to good known eyesmile from the small man. The model opened the door and bumped into his manager promptly.

Hoseok excused synchronized with Seokjin and both males started to laugh. The manager shoved a small note into the pockt of his clients coat. "Have fun tonight.", the younger said and winked at the confused Jin, said him good bye and pushed him out of the door.

Seokjin looked around and took his glasses of because they steamed up from the sudden coldness. Snowflakes started to decorate Jins light brown hair and after the said took on his glasses again he hid his hands in the pockets of his coat.

When he arrived at his house he opened the door and climbed up the stairs until he reached the highest floor. He unlocked a white door with Kim written on it in silver letters. A mistle toe hang on the door frame, Hoseok bought it for his friend as a joke. Seokjin smiled at the toe and made his way inside.

He was welcomed by the warmth of his home. He walked over the parquet flooring and placed his coat neatly in the white wardrobe that was integrated into the wall. He slid of his boots and headed to the kitchen. He made himself hot chocolate with exactly three teaspoons of cacao and two marshmallows. He than sank down on his couch and sighed in relief.

When it started to get dark over the streets of Paris, Seokjin rembered the note that Hoseok gave him. He widened his eyes and ran to his wardrobe. He pulled his coat out and searched for the piece of paper, until he found a small pink note.

Chez Toinette
20 rue Germain Pilon
20:00 Uhr
xx Namjoon

Seokjin smiled. His handwriting didn't change as much as his old crush did. He looked at his own reflection in the mirror on the wardrobe and then at the clock on his phone. The street was only 30 minutes with the subway away from Jins home but it was already 19:15. The model cursed and ran to his bedroom, luckily he had a shower only an hour ago.

He changed into a light pink shirt and a pair of white jeans and chose a pair of black converse. There was not time to think about his look deeper so he simply grabbed a coat, his keys, phone and the note and left his home. He ran down the stairs, his subway arrived at Trocadéro in six minutes and his way to the station was four minutes long. He ran down the streets of Paris and arrived at the subway breathless, but in time. His way to the restaurant was a lot more calm. Instead of hustle and bustle he was exited and nervous now.

He arrived at the restaurant really on point and opened the wooden door slowly. A smile appeared on his dates face when he entered the restaurant. He stood up from his place and went to Jin. "I'm glad you actually came.", the male whispered in the olders ear while helping him out of his jacket and offering him a seat.

A/N: I'm so creative right now, wtf.