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[138]

[Namjoon]

"D-D-Da-Da-Date-Date?" I stuttered embarrassingly, the way he so easily said it making me feel very small.

He only chuckled at my shyness and just smiled, "Let me get my coat,"

He ran to the back while stripping off his apron from his waist, a sly smirk on his face. I had absolutely no idea as to how to act. I haven't been on a date since at least three centuries and the animalistic pace of my heart showed it. I placed a hand on my heart and I prayed to whatever god that was out there to somehow calm me.

Suddenly a hand had touched my shoulder while I was in deep thought which made me jolt, "AH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"

My sudden outburst had both Jin's and Yoongi's eyes locked onto my trembling figure.

"Jesus fucking Christ?" Asked a confused Jin as he tilted his head to the side, "What is that?"

Then his eyes widened, "Oh my fucking god, is that like some sort of insult or-"

"No no no no no, it's just something I umm.. I picked it up from my father."

And it was true. My father, Mark, had always said that phrase. However, I remember a time when I would say it as well, before him. But that time was blurry, as well as painfully empty. But why? Why did that feeling of emptiness envelope my emotions and make me dull? I couldn't seem to remember. However, my mind floated to the memory of my bloody wrists being tied together for decades and decades, but the picture and memory was a blur. A pitiful blur that continued to make the emptiness in my soul spread.

"Namjoon?"

"Huh?" My clouded eyes averted to Jin's face. He now had on a black coat that I've never seen before which hung on his forearm casually.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just reminiscing,"

I was grateful that Jin didn't seem to question me, although he had a confused expression. I stood, my height only a few inches more than perplexed Jin.

"Let's go then," I placed a smile on my face, although a business one.

There was no doubt that Jin was able to tell the invalidity in the happiness of my smile, but like a good friend, he didn't question me or the plethora of particles in my brain that were exerting the fact that I was extremely lonely, despite him being by my side.

Both Jin and I walked out of the bar, beginning to just walk around the block, our steps in perfect sync, "Is there any place in particular you wanna go?"

I shrugged, "You're the one who suggested that you wanted to go,"

He hummed and put the jacket around his shoulders, too lazy to put his actual arms through the arm holes so they cloth only loosely sat around his broad shoulders, "True. Well.. What do you like to do?"

I contemplated for around three seconds before answering, "I like researching."

Jin only scoffed in return, the response secretly hurting my feelings, "Something interesting, Namjoon,"

A pout resided on my face and I refused to answer. After Jin had gotten the point that his insensitivity only made the awkwardness around us flare, he took in a sharp breath, "Is there something that you like?"

I opened my mouth to answer but he interrupted me, "That isn't science related."

My mouth immediately closed. There wasn't anything in the world that I enjoyed more than allele combination and the complexity of how every singular strand of DNA was different within the human body. And he's telling me to choose something that doesn't involve that?

Wait.

"Can it be.. anything?"

I saw from my peripheral vision that he had nodded, the bright smile still on his face even as we made our way up the hill of the street.

"Well, I really like ice cream,"

Immediately regretting my childish decision, I could feel warm blood rushing to the tops of my cheeks. I knew I couldn't take it back, so I didn't even attempt to. From the side, I snuck a quick glance at the man who continued to walk in sync with me to see that he had his hand to his mouth as if he were looking at some sort of puppy, those adoring eyes directed towards me.

"I know exactly where to go,"

[Jimin]

"Chocolate cone," said Jungkook from beside me, his hand in mine.

"One strawberry ice cream with strawberry mochi please," I smiled towards the pretty cashier lady, whose pheromones were blocked by a special serum every worker is supposed to take before they work, in order to hide their scent from random people so discriminatory remarks are literally impossible to conjure.

But with the way her brown eyes sparkled so innocently and the callous free hands that accepted my imperfect change of a five, her perfectly groomed fingernails gliding against the skin of my sensitive palm for half of a second. She was no doubt a middle class beta who had never experienced shame nor hatred in her mundane experience of a life, just a girl who needed some extra money to pay the rent, "Okay, I'll be right out with that,"

She turned and went to the back, most likely to get our ice cream.

Although I felt bad for immediately judging some random girl that I didn't know, it was something so normal and innate for me. A skill my mother taught me in order to capture flourishing prey. Jungkook pulled me to a small table that only sat two, the both of us relaxing in the rustic chairs.

"How are you feeling?" Asked Jungkook with a concerned expression as he rubbed the top of my hand with his smooth thumb.

I shrugged with a nonchalant expression on my face, "Better than this morning,"

He nodded and my eyes averted to the door which soundlessly opened from behind Jungkook, two familiar men walking in.