SOLUM

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I was nervous as fuck... and I had absolutely no idea what to do about my situation. I couldn't call Seokjin, because that would require me to actually tell him what I was going to do and that was without a doubt out of the question.

Instead my brain thought it to be an excellent idea to fuss over how and what would happen, like any sane and normal person would do... especially the part where I pictured myself getting swallowed up whole in the vast emptiness that was the fall from the high building, which I undoubtedly would be pushed off from... that was a completely normal theory about what could happen during a date, fully and completely normal.

Jimin had sent me the invitation about a week prior and had been nice enough to make sure that none of my friends wouldn't have to get a whiff about our little private meeting, albeit he probably had to ask someone in the building for my schedule, because the dinner was literally perfectly timed. Perfectly. And so, the only two people who could provide a copy of my schedule was mister Jung and the receptionist, and since I could tell that my boss hadn't heard anything about it, it had to be the receptionist... and she talked like there'd be no tomorrow and the news about a hotshot contractor wanting my schedule would most likely climb it's way through the floors and eventually get to mister Jung, and it obviously didn't matter if I tried to do anything to stop the whole affair either.

Getting rid of that inevitable situation, I instead focused on whether the date was supposed to be more casual than it actually was or just being a time to spend with someone special, nothing less, nothing more... or maybe it was my brain making an undertaking and trying to play myself into thinking that if I unconsciously had the idea that the date would be less casual than it actually would be, then if I was wrong and too improper then I wouldn't be the one at fault because I'd believed beforehand that I was correct...

I really just needed to settle on an outfit didn't I?

After frustratingly pulling at my hair, grabbing my bangs in pure agony, I eventually took out the, what I'd been described to be, teal trousers along with a black button up that I had hanging in front of me, no tie.

The time and place for something could never be absolutely perfect, no matter the environment or activity, therefore I would never be able to find the right outfit for the dinner, since no one truly could? 

After deciding that my pacing wasn't getting me anywhere, other than more and more prominent spots of sweat in my arms-pits, I took a deep breath, checking myself in the mirror so that nothing looked too atrocious before finally picking up my wallet and keys, heading out through my entrance door, triple checking the fact that I locked it properly, jiggling the knob countless times as well.

I let out a deep and slightly jagged breath, before starting to pick up my walking speed once again, practically skipping down the staircases, almost to a fault as I was nearly squashed when someone else in one of the neighbouring apartments opened their door hastily, right in front of my face, close to my nose.

"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't see you" I mumbled, before slipping past the stranger, then basically sprinting the last bit, which in hindsight might not have been an improvement on the safety front, but I couldn't really care about that, not when all my head could focus on was the sandy blond hair of a certain male that I'd soon be face to face with, seeing them in full and beautifully saturated colours that I... actually wanted to see again, to just look at him.

I let my feet take me in the direction of the restaurant that Jimin had booked us a table at. 

We hadn't really talked or mailed each other the week leading up to the date... not even for work related topics. I'd guessed that both of us were rather nervous... my brain had been a nightmare to deal with, especially considering the fact that Jimin was able to make me see colours again, 'cause it had to be him right? What else could it be? And how could someone who wasn't my pairing in the first place even create such a reaction?

I'd gotten used to the dull gray lens that I saw the world through... yet, when it came crawling up on me like it had done that day, I couldn't truly describe it. Not when it had been such an emotional moment that I was forced to keep quiet about... because there was no doubt in my mind that I'd be heavily questioned by my friend if I suddenly claimed that our newest contractor, Park Jimin, had cured my colorblindness... knowing Seokjin, he would most likely take me to see his private doctor.

My mind had not only been reminding me of how Jimin had been such a new energy in my bland  life, but also the all too vivid memory of a certain mop of hair that was ever so crisp and clear in my head. Those locks that were a bit on the longer side, electric blue, yet almost white when hit with sharp light... that image hadn't gone out of my head for the entirety of the week either... which was a much less fortunate thing to have to think about day in and day out... as well as during three all nighters, a prominent headache accompanying those sleepless hours.

As I had my head in the clouds, recalling the week that had passed both in the blink of an eye whilst also taking an eternity, I suddenly bumped into someone.

I shook my head, focusing my eyes on the thing in front of me... only to realise that it was Jimin standing there. He was dressed to perfection, even though it was evident he had made an effort to dress down from his otherwise rather high-end brand suits that I'd seen him in for work. He had a sleek looking cardigan over a normal white button up, a pair of slim trousers to match, along with jewelry. My eyes were especially drawn to the beautiful ring that adorned his index finger, a rose gold metal adorned with one round pink stone embedded at the very top, that went along with the rest of his style very well.

"Hi"

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