BLIND DATE. ❪ PJM + JJK ❫

twenty-nine

make sure u've read the last update bfr u read this skdsksk thats all i hav to say

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jimin had had his fair share of bad dates. anyone could tell you that. hell, taehyung had a whole binder for that specific purpose.

and oh, was this date going in the binderㅡonly for once, it wasn't actually jimin's fault.

after all, it could only be his fault if he was given a chance to screw it up, couldn't it?

it was almost strange to himㅡsitting alone in the dark, only his thoughts to accompany himㅡwhen it finally dawned on him. he'd been stood up. he found it strange that it had never really happened to him before, in his extensive history of dates with people he'd never met before in his life. he found it strange that it actually affected him.

jimin concluded that getting stood up hurt. even when it was by a guy that he wanted nothing to do with.

on the bright side; if taehyung were to ask him for details on this date, with that mad glint in his eyes, binder out and pen poised over an empty page, jimin would take a considerable amount of pleasure in telling him that there were no actual "events" to record. just a big, fat STOOD UP.

yeah. that would show him. the little worm.

jimin sighed, leaning back in his chair far enough to precariously balance it on two legs. so he'd been stood up. now what? as it had never really happened to him before, nor had he ever expected it to happen, jimin wasn't familiar with what a stood-up person was to do. did they just... stand up and leave?

jimin didn't want to get up. he closed his eyes.

big difference. he opened them.

god, he was tired.

and not tired tiredㅡno, jimin was tired of things. lots of things. like taehyung's revulsion towards his pizza preferences, ("you kiss your mother with the same mouth that eats pineapple on fucking pizza?") coffee shops getting his name wrong, (pork jimin? park jimmy? it wasn't that difficult, jeez) the alarming shortage of korean subs in the world, (he just wanted to watch stranger things, dammit, was that too much to ask?) jeongguk,

ah. jeongguk. there it was.

so far, jimin had done a remarkably good job at pretending that a jeon jeongguk didn't exist. until he'd realized that namjoon wasn't going to turn up, he'd spent his time devotedly rehearsing what he wanted to say to him, while simultaneously pushing anything to do with said male to the very back of his mind. even when a waiter had asked if he had a coconut allergy:

"coconuts revolt me. to my very core," jimin had informed him gravely, without thinking of jeongguk at all. the waiter had departed without another word.

but now, there wasn't much else for jimin to think about, was there? just jeongguk.

just stupid jeongguk.

jimin would remember the feeling of being stood up for a very long time. but when jeongguk had looked at him, park jimin; then had turned away, and went to another jimin instead: he'd been chosen over. and he'd rather be stood up a hundred times than ever have to feel that cold rush to his head again, followed by that numbness, emptiness all over. the feeling of just not being enough.