Techni-Color | YoonMin

Bonus: First Date

I stand in front of my mirror, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. Did it look good enough? It was s simple sweater, white with a few rectangles on it. Was it a bad thing that I chose to wear black skinny jeans? It was the only color I was sure of, since the others were just a bunch of varying shades of gray.

"You look fine," Namjoon's voice speaks up, startling me. Picking up the phone, I take it off speaker and press it to my ear. "He'll just be happy that you're showing up."

"How do you even know that I'm freaking out. Did you install cameras in my room?"

"I just know you, Yoongi," he chuckles.

"I feel like an idiot,"' I admit, chewing on my bottom lip. I never thought a date would be nerve racking.

But, then again, I never thought that I would be going on a date with my literal soul mate.

"It's normal to be nervous. But don't let it ruin the moment for you," Namjoon advises. "You and Jimin went through a lot to get to this point. The hard parts are over now."

"How can you be so sure?" Because I sure as heck wasn't.

"I've never seen a more sickenly-cute couple than you two."

"Obviously you've never looked in a mirror when you are Jin are together, then"

"Har har," he mocks. "Just get ready." And with that he hangs up.

Sighing, I toss my phone on the bed.

How am I supposed to stay calm?

Turning back to my reflection, I pull on the ends of my hair, trying to get them to stay in place. My shirt rides up a little, a flash of red sticking out from the top of my jeans. I trace the scar, remembering the pain, the blackout - the kiss that came after it all.

I couldn't even hate the blemish, it reminded me of the best day of my life.

The day that I finally stopped fighting the way I felt for Jimin and admitted that I loved him.

Now I'm about to go on a date with him - our first date - and to say I'm freaking out would be an understatement. I've been agonizing over what plans to make for the past week, nothing feeling good enough. Where was one supposed to take their soulmate? What date would be special enough to show Jimin just how much I valued him?

It was a rough week.

Sighing, I step away from the mirror. I was as good as I was going to get. Swiping my phone off the bed, I slip it into my pocket and make my way out of the apartment. I take the five steps to Jimin's door, sucking in a deep breath before knocking.

The door opens slowly, Jungkook appearing on the other side - clad in all his bunny pajama glory. He smiles when he sees me. "Hi, Yoongi." I nod, twisting my hands in front of me. "I'm supposed to pretend that Jimin hasn't been anxiously waiting by the day for the past fifteen minutes and call for him. So act like you don't know that, okay?"

"Gotcha," I laugh. He calls for Jimin and Taehyung appears at his side, pressing a quick kiss to his boyfriend's cheek. He turns to me, giving me his best serious look.

"I expect him back by at least tomorrow afternoon," he says sternly. Color starts to seep into my surroundings, a tell tale sign that Jimin was getting closer.

I open my mouth to speak, but the sound dies off when Jimin steps into the room, the sight of him stealing my breath. Dressed in black skinny jeans and a gray sweater, whose fuzziness tempts me to run my hands down it, he somehow manages to look soft but fierce at the same time.