(Would recommend listening to Euphoria while reading)
(And read in dark mode)
"Where do you wanna get food?" I ask, looking at him,
"I have somewhere special I wanna take you" he says, taking my hand and pulling me down the street.
Y/N POV
He pulls me down busy streets, alleyways and all the inbetween.
"C'mon!" He cries,
It's so adorable to see him this excited.
We keep running until we stop at a small restaurant in the corner of a dark passage,
"Uh Jungkook? Doesn't this look a bit dodgy?"
"I know it looks bad but I've been here last time I came to Spain"
He leads me in.
Inside it's so beautiful, nothing like the outside.
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(Ignore the Xmas decor ok?)
"Kookie, it's beautiful!" I say, hugging him tightly.
"Disculpe?"
[excuse me?]
I look around to see a waiter standing there, looking at us expectantly.
"Oh sí, una mesa para dos personas, por favor."
[Oh yes, a table for two people, please.]
Kookie asks in fluent Spanish,
God he's even hotter when he speaks Spanish.
The waiter leads us to a center table, and Kookie pulls out a chair for me.
"Grashios" I say in broken Spanish.
"It's gracias" he adds, winking at me.
"May I take your drinks order?" The waiter says, pulling out a notepad.
As I'm about to say water Kookie cuts across and says,
"We'll have a bottle of champagne and two glasses"
The waiter writes it down and goes to the back room.
"Champagne? What are we celebrating?" I ask,
"Your radiance" he says with a grin,
"Ew cringey" I reply.
"Yah! What do girls like guys to say to them then?"
"Well from my experience, which is only with Mika, "Your place or mine?""
"Ewwwwww, nooooo"
The waiter comes back with some very expensive-looking champagne.
He then proceeds to slowly pour some into a couple of delicate-looking glasses.
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