compulsion »minjoon ; completed«

three

Jimin was nervous, to say the least.

He was meeting Namjoon in an hour and he still couldn't decide what to wear.
He wanted to look nice when he met the older, but he knew that whatever he chose wouldn't amount to Namjoon's consistently aesthetic appearance.

After much debate and anxiety, he ended up deciding on black jeans, a red and black striped shirt, and a pair of black shoes. He left his hair in its usual fringe and put his contacts in. He then put on his sunglasses before sliding his phone and wallet into his pockets, along with his keys.

Soon after, he exited his house and got on a bus to the Rose Art Museum.

When he arrived, he saw a familiar blonde sitting outside on the steps, a cup in each hand. Quickly referencing the photos he had saved to his cell phone, Jimin confirmed that it was Namjoon.

He approached the man, smiling shyly.

"Hi, uh, Namjoon?" He spoke up, his voice soft and polite.

"I'm assuming you're Jimin?" Namjoon chuckled, smiling and revealing his dimples which were to-die-for.

"That would be me," Jimin confirmed, nodding.

Namjoon extended a hand out, offering him one of the cups.

"Here. I wasn't sure what you liked, so I just got you the same as me. Caramel macchiato."

Jimin took the drink graciously.

"Thank you, hyung. And for further reference, I'm a fan of black coffee," he informed, taking a sip of the drink. "Although this is pretty delicious."

"That's why it's my favorite." Namjoon grinned, his cheeks dipping in on either side of his mouth.

Jimin couldn't believe how attractive Namjoon was. Sure, he knew that he was good-looking from photographs, but it was an entirely different story seeing him in person.

"You want to go in now?" The older asked, gesturing with his hand to the entrance of the museum.

"Sure," Jimin agreed, nodding his head.

The two entered the museum, walking beside each other as they started to look around at the paintings and sculptures all around them.

They talked softly to each other, mostly about the art surrounding them, but occasionally adding in little things about themselves. It wasn't anything deep, just simple things like musicians they liked and hobbies they enjoyed doing.

"Some of this art is really cool," Jimin commented, looking around. "I like this one."

He walked over towards a sculpture, bending down beside it and copying its pose to the best of his ability. As he went to get up, Namjoon stopped him.

"Wait, don't move." He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his cell phone. "Hold that pose." He pointed his phone's camera at Jimin, soon snapping the photograph. "You can move now."

Namjoon went to his photo gallery, inspecting the photo that he had taken of the younger.

"Lemme see!" Jimin beamed, standing up and walking over to Namjoon. The phone was turned towards him and he looked at the picture of himself.

"What do you think?"

"I actually don't hate it," Jimin admitted, smiling. "You take good pictures. You make me look good," he joked.

Namjoon playfully rolled his eyes.

"You make yourself look good. You're hot, Jimin," he commented, not feeling ashamed. "Do you mind if I post it on my Instagram?"

Too busy blushing at the straightforward compliment, Jimin shook his head in response.

"Cool, thanks. I'll post it later. Let's finish looking through. We're almost done," Namjoon told him, grabbing his hand and pulling Jimin along with him.

Laughing, Jimin walked faster to keep up with the taller boy.

"All of this art is so beautiful," Jimin gushed in awe of the creations surrounding him.

"You should be an exhibit here."

"Maybe I will be," Jimin retorted. "Your photo set of me could be so gorgeous that they add it."

"Sure." Namjoon rolled his eyes.

"Hey, you never know."

They continued through the rest of the museum, still holding hands.

When they exited the building, their hands parted and they both turned to face each other.

"So what did you think?" Namjoon asked Jimin, putting his hands in his front pockets.

"I liked it. A lot, actually," he replied with a smile. "You too. I... I liked you too."

His face burned and he found it hard to look Namjoon in the face. Instead, he looked down at his shoes. They seemed much more interesting at the moment.

"Glad the feeling is mutual."

authors note:
i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and are enjoying the story so far. i promise that it gets more interesting as it progresses.