it's just kissing | m.j ✓

CHAPTER TWO.

A week passes by. It's Friday night again, which means the bar is booming with people all wanting to take someone home. Namjoon watches from the second floor again, this time dressed in a white shirt and black slacks, and his hair a styled mess.

"We're ready to close shop!" Hoseok hollers a few hours later as he enters the second floor after his patrol of the bar. People have already all left, leaving Seokjin and Taehyung to finish up with cleaning. He can also spot Yoongi, their resident DJ, walking across the floor with his trademark scowl on his face. Namjoon thanks Hoseok for the hard work as he retreats back to his office. All he wants is to go home and just relax on his couch for a little bit before letting sleep take over.

Namjoon is always the last to leave the building, after finishing up computer work and doing last minute checkup, and today's no exception. He stretches his arms above his head before making sure his wallet, phone and car keys are in his pocket before making his way back to the floor. He switches the master light off and heads out the building. After making sure that his doors are locked, he turns around and almost screams like a little girl when he sees a person standing mere inches from him. It's the crying man again, and Namjoon has to fight the urge to punch the smaller man squarely in the face. Fucking hell.

"We're closed," Namjoon mutters instead, willing his heart to calm down as he takes a careful glance at the other man to make sure he's not holding some kind of a weapon.

"I-I need to talk to you!" the smaller man blurts out, leaving Namjoon wondering if this guy's for real.

"Yeah, well I don't, so if you'll excuse me-"

"I'm not wrong!"

Namjoon sighs. He's not even sure where this man is going with this, but he can't bring himself to care.

"Yeah sure, congratulations, now go home."

"I'm not wrong about believing in love," the man says with such conviction that Namjoon's forced to stop and stare. Oh, so this was what this entire ordeal was about. However, he can't fathom why anyone would wait about for a whole week and then return to the scene at ass o'clock in the morning just to say something that stupid. Does this man not have better things to do?

"Sure," Namjoon says curtly and tries to push past the smaller man, but the man's a lot stronger than he looks.

"But....but I need your help," the man says timidly, biting his lips.

Namjoon really, really wants to go home.

"Why. With what," he grits out, making a mental note to make sure to tell everyone tomorrow that this weirdo is blacklisted from his bar. Forever.

"I...I need to learn how to get...guys..."

"You seemed to have zero problem getting one," the bar owner replies sarcastically, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Apparently you're really famous. Among the gay community."

Namjoon rolls his eyes so hard that he's sure the next one's going to send his eyes to the back of his head.

"And apparently you can get any guy you want," the much smaller man continues seemingly unfazed by Namjoon's expression.

'What's your point. You want me to find someone for you?"

"No! I just want you to teach me how to do it."

"You want me to teach you how to get a guy," Namjoon repeats, not impressed. The smaller man, however nods eagerly in front of him, his eyes almost twinkling in anticipation. "And why the fuck would I do that."

"Because I'll die a virgin if you don't!"

Namjoon fights the urge to laugh. Of all the possible responses, Namjoon definitely had not been expecting this one. He finds the situation ridiculous for a number of reasons. First is, who the hell does this kid think he is to make that kind of a demand, and two, this guy's a virgin? So they do exist afterall.

"And why should I be responsible for making sure you don't die a virgin."

"...Please?"

"How old even are you anyway?"

"22."

"Bullshit."

The smaller man huffs in annoyance and digs through his pocket for his wallet. From there, he whips out his ID and pushes it forwards towards Namjoon's face. The bar owner scans the numbers and then frowns, taking it out of the small man's grasp.

"Where did you get this fake ID?"

"It's not fake!"

"Uh huh, sure. I'm keeping this," Namjoon says as he shoves the plastic into his jacket pocket.

"Hey give it back! That's my ID! I need that!"

"That's what you get for trying to fake card your way into my bar."

"It's not fake! Give it back!"

Namjoon sighs and then hands the man his card, but not before reading the name off of it.

"Park Jimin," he reads the name out loud and watches as Jimin snatches the card out of his fingers. "Go home, Park Jimin."

"Come on, please? Can you teach me how to get guys? I heard you're like pro at it," Jimin continues to plead, almost bouncing up and down as he does so. Namjoon closes his eyes at the familiar tingling sensation of a migraine looming just around the corner.

"Look, I don't need to teach anyone anything, alright? If you're trying to pay me, I don't need your money, as you can clearly see."

"I uh...I can work for free! If you promise to teach me!"

"Why do you want to learn so badly anyway?"

"I have my reasons."

"Well, unless you tell me what they are, I'm going to walk away."

"Fine! Fine...I uh...all my relationships sort of ended with my boyfriends cheating on me, cause I wasn't sexy enough."

Namjoon wants to laugh so badly, but he doesn't for the sake of the poor soul standing in front of him. Jimin looks as if he's having his gay mid-life crisis and looking every part the sad little puppy drenched in rain. Now, Namjoon might come off looking like a glorious asshole who breaks hearts each day of the calendar minus Christmas, but the reality was, he wasn't at all an asshole. He never led anyone on wrongly. They all knew what they were getting into when they signed up for one night with Kim Namjoon, but rumors had gotten out of hand and turned him into a rather cold man who's goal in life is to fuck, both literally and figuratively, with all gay men in Seoul.

Namjoon, who had been in so much control over so many guys, finds a semblance of pity as he watches Jimin fidgeting nervously before him. He can't really imagine what it'd be like to feel so unattractive that he has to look for help for a stranger, and the thought quickly thaws some of the ice between them. He takes a good look at Jimin. He's cute. The kid is definitely cute with his expressive eyes and full lips. Sure, he's on the shorter side and looks to be made of more fluff than muscles, but he can work with that.

"Fine," Namjoon lets out after much consideration. He knows he's going to regret this real soon. "Fine, I'll help you."