bangtan oneshots

unplanned // vmin

a/n: bulgogi is a traditional korean dish of thinly sliced barbeque meat. no i'm not a native korean, i literally chose the first google search result for "traditional korean foods" so sue me.

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Park Jimin sits alone at a table for two, fiddling with his fingers and trying not to look heartbroken.

He pulls out this phone and checks the time. It's quarter past three. His date is fifteen minutes late.

He hums to himself as he opens and rereads their message exchange, just to make sure he wasn't making a mistake. But it's right there. Saturday, it says, at the local coffee shop at three PM.

So where's his date?

##

Park Jimin is still alone at that table for two, except now he's less heartbroken and more irritated. But the sorrow in the pit of his stomach is still there.

The waitress asks him repeatedly if he'd like to order yet, and he replies with a pathetic "I'm waiting for someone."

"Someone", he scoffs to himself. "Someone" who's now almost half an hour late.

Jimin smoothes down the front of his nice shirt, which he bought specifically for this occasion, and tries not to let tears drip from his eyes.

##

Park Jimin is getting pity looks from the strangers. All they see is a boy who's been sitting alone for over an hour, rejecting the waitress every time and looking quite clearly like he wants to cry.

He can feel their sympathetic gazes and he hates it. But he doesn't want to go home, not yet.

##

Park Jimin has been sitting alone for two hours when suddenly, he isn't.

"Hey, babe, sorry I'm late," comes a loud, bright voice. "Traffic's crazy right now."

Jimin doesn't recognise the man who sits across from him. All he can do is realize that it's not who he was expecting, and look away to keep his eyes from glossing over.

"We'll order in a second," says the man, addressing the waitress, before leaning in and beckoning Jimin to do the same.

"Sorry man, whoever stood you up is a real jerk, but I can see everyone looking at you so we'll just pretend we're a couple just for today, alright? I'm Kim Taehyung," he adds, holding out his hand.

Jimin takes it hesitantly, wondering why a stranger is being so kind to someone he doesn't know.

"I'll have...the knife noodles," the man says to the waitress, flashing Jimin a bright smile.

"I'll t-take the bulgogi," Jimin musters. The words, which he had been practising while waiting, faltered as he tried to say them.

The waitress smiles a bit longer at Jimin then normal, before taking the menus and disappearing.

"So, tell me, what's your name?"

"P-Park Jimin."

"Hey Jimin, I'm Taehyung," he reiterates. "Listen, I won't mention whoever stood you up. Let's just eat a bit together and then you go home and kick his ass out of your life, okay?"

Jimin nods slowly. The man is bubbly and energetic, and it's starting to imprint on him.

"Tell me a bit about yourself," Taehyung begins, fiddling with the chopsticks. "How old are you?"

"I was born on the thirteenth of October, nineteen ninety-five," Jimin replies.

"Oh, that means you're my hyung!" Taehyung says cheerily. "I'm December thirtieth."

##

Jimin really likes Taehyung. His prescence washes away the frustration and sadness welled up in the pit of his stomach. By the time they're sharing dessert, Jimin wonders if he's had more fun with Taehyung than he would with his original date.

"I'm paying," Jimin insists, pulling out his wallet while simultaneously glaring playfully at Taehyung. "Seriously, I owe you one. This was a lot of fun."

"Don't worry about it," Taehyung says smoothly. "I enjoyed it too."

Jimin's gaze shoots up as Taehyung casts a subtle but flirty wink at him, heat rising to his face. But it's gone as soon as it came, and now they're avoiding eye contact.

"Hey, where'd the bill go?"

"Waitress!"

Taehyung smirks at Jimin as he hands the waitress the bill - and Jimin's money is still in his hands.

"Hey!"

"Don't worry about it," Taehyung says, smiling innocently at Jimin. "It's on me."

Jimin fumes, but he can't resist Taehyung's rectangular smile. His heart flutters at the sight.

"I'm paying you back. No - no, take it, Tae, take it!"

Jimin forces the wad of money into Taehyung's hands and crosses his arms, refusing to let Taehyung give it back.

"Fine, fine, jeez." Taehyung gives in. He stands up and starts slipping on his coat.

"I have to go now," Jimin says, checking the time on his phone. "Thanks for everything."

"No problem," Taehyung replies, and with another sneaky wink he's left the restaurant.

##

Jimin's walking down the street, shivering in the chilly November air. He shoves his hands into his pockets and is surprised to find something there.

His money. Taehyung hadn't taken it.

Sighing, he pulls out his wallet to stuff it back in there, but there's a napkin folded in there too.

He pulls it out and unfolds it. There's a message written in sloppy handwriting.

you're cute! call me. -taehyung >.<

He pockets the napkin and smiles.

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ahaha this was so much fun to write my heart is fluffy. now i need to go do all my homework ;-;