Requested by HobiiiiSunshine. I didn't see your comment at first, so it took a while longer. Sorry about that. I hope you enjoy.
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"YOONGI!"
I hurl my body onto the smaller one lying on the bed. I hear a yelp, then a groan, and next thing I know he's pushing me off of him. I end up on the floor. I look up at my pissed off roommate, who is now sitting up, glaring daggers at me. "If you ever do that again, I will push you out a window." He rubs sleep from his eyes. "What do you want?"
"Where are my black ripped jeans?"
He blinks a few times, taking in the question. "You woke me up to ask me where your jeans are?"
"Yes."
"Do you have a death wish?"
"Apparently." I get to my feet and yank the covers off of him. "Seriously, please tell me you know where they are."
"How should I know?"
"Yesterday was your laundry day!"
"Oh. Whoops."
"Yoongi!" I lunge toward his closet and rummage through it.
"Why do you need them so suddenly?"
I toss clothes every which way. "Today is the day!"
"Oh god, finally!" He plops down on his bed. "Look, dude, you know I love you, but you have not stopped talking about this Seokjin guy since you both decided to meet, and I can't handle it anymore."
I move on to his dresser and search his drawers. "Yoongi, I have to find my jeans!"
"Why? You have plenty of other pants you can wear."
After not finding the pair I was looking for, I groan in frustration and face him. "Because my butt looks really good in them! And I want this day to go perfect. I have to look perfect!"
"So that's why you're wearing your lucky underwear."
I glance down, finally realizing I'm not wearing any pants. "Yes, now please help me find them!" I race out of his room and into my own, flinging items of clothing around.
Yoongi appears in my doorway. "I know you're nervous, but you need to calm down."
"I can't calm down!" I drop to the floor and search under my bed. "I'm losing time and I have no idea where my pants are!"
"You don't need certain pants for your first date to go well."
I freeze, a dirty and wrinkled shirt in my clenched fist. Without looking back at him, I mumble, "It's not a date."
He scoffs.
I whip around at him as I get to my feet. "It's not!"
"Whatever you say. Check the hamper in the hallway." He leaves, and I hurry to see if his words are true.
"Yes!" I yell after finding them. I smell them just to be safe, and they aren't awful, so I put them on immediately. I race back into my room to hurriedly put on my converse. Once they're tied, I slip on my jacket over the white shirt and grab my keys. "Bye, Yoongi!" I scream before closing the door behind me.
* * * * *
"Just you today, Namjoon-hyung?"
"Sorry to make you wrong, but I'm actually meeting someone."
Taehyung's eyes widen. He lets out a gasp and leans forward on the front counter. "Hyung, do you finally have a date?!"
I shush him. I glance around, glad Jin hasn't arrived to hear that. "It's not a date. I'm just meeting this guy."
"For a date."
"It's not a date!"
He laughs. "Whatever you say, hyung."
I frown at him. "Just please get me my regular."
"Coming right up." He winks before stepping away to make my coffee.
I choose a seat beside the window, the table I sit at every time I visit. Only this time the chair across from me will finally be occupied.
I watch every person that passes, and every time it's someone besides Jin, and I sigh. I check my watch constantly, counting the minutes as they tick by. Once half of my coffee is gone, I finally spot him coming through the door.
How can someone be so good looking in jeans and a light gray shirt? I don't know what kind of magic he has, but I want it.
He smiles when he sees me. After he sits down and lets out a groan, he tells me, "Hey. So sorry I'm late. The traffic to get over here was insane. But I'm here now, and you have my undivided attention." He folds his hands on the table. "It's really nice to meet you, Namjoon."
My hands begin to sweat, and I wipe them on my pants before shaking his offered hand. "The pleasure is mine."
We dive off into conversation, and it's as if we are friends that have known each other our entire lives. I learn so much about him, and it has me falling for him even harder then before. If I'm not careful and I fall any faster, I'll hit the ground and my brain will decorate the pavement. He does most of the talking, but I don't mind one bit.
After awhile, Taehyung is bringing refills to the both of us, and I don't realize my foot is stuck out from under the table. Taehyung, not noticing it either, trips, and the tray falls, causing both cups of coffee to spill all over Seokjin.
We both gawk at the soaked man in shock sitting across from me. Taehyung starts to bow and apologize profusely, and it's obvious he's truly upset. Surprisingly, Seokjin offers a smile and assured him that it's alright, insisting it was an accident. Although he's still extremely regretful, he moves on and tells him that he can have free coffee next time he comes in, and Seokjin thanks him.
He stands, and I soon join him. I place a hand on Taehyung's shoulder. "Don't beat yourself up about it."
Seokjin adds, "I know it wasn't on purpose. I promise it's not a big deal."
Still unsure, Taehyung bites his lip but nods. "Thank you. You're awfully nice. And, once again, I'm very sorry."
"Apology accepted. So please don't focus on it anymore." After flashing a thankful grin, Taehyung begins to walk away. Seokjin looks to me. "Well, that was something."
He chuckles. "I'm fine. Just a little coffee. Well, I hate for this to end. You want to go somewhere else?"
I blink at him. "What do you mean?"
"I like you, Namjoon. I want to keep hanging out with you."
My eyes widen at his first sentence. Does he mean what I think he means or am I just insane? I stutter, "Uh...wh-what did you, um, h-have in mind?"
"There's quite a few new movies out. I'd recommend something else, but in the theater it'll be dark enough to hide my coffee stains," he jokes, glancing down at his shirt.
I laugh. "I'd love to."
He smirks. "Awesome." He immediately turns and heads for the front door, and I follow suite. He holds the door open for me, and I thank him. When we're both outside, an idea pops into my head. As I slide off my jacket, I mentally tell myself, Please don't be awkward PLEASE don't be awkward. I hold it out for him. "Here."
He frowns with a shake of his head. "It's yours."
I smirk and urge, "You seem to need it more than I do."
After a moment of uncertainty, he gives in and slips it on, and he looks way better in it than I ever will. "You're very sweet, Namjoon." He steps closer. Next thing I know, he intertwines our fingers together and presses a kiss to my cheek. "I guess I'll have to return the favor sometime." He tugs on my hand, urging me along.
But, my feet don't seem to be working as well as they should, and my brain apparently malfunctions when I'm flustered like that. I couldn't get a full sentence out the entire walk to the theater.
