Me: Bye, guys! I'm heading out.
Mari: Out where?
Me: I'm gonna hang out with a friend.
Sooji: Mhm.
Me: Are you still mad at me for yesterday? I said sorry.
Sooji: You embarrassed in front of everyone!
Me: We're all friends. It's not a big deal.
Sooji: Right. Friends.
Mari: Yeah. Friends that accuse each other of stealing their food.
Sooji: It's not an accusation. It's the truth.
Mari: I'm lactose intolerant! How the fuck would I have eaten your fucking mac and cheese?!
Sooji: You have dietary pills! You're full of shit.
Mari: Those pills are for ice cream only! We've been over this!
Me: Oh my god. I'm out.
Mari: Nari!
Me: No. I'm done playing switzerland. You two need to figure this shit out yourselves. I'm going out and unless this apartment is burning down with one of you inside it, don't hit me up.
I walked down the steps outside to the parking lot. I know it kills him, but I asked for Namjoon to wait in the car in case those two upstairs are peeping out the window. As I sat in the passenger seat, Namjoon leaned over and pecked my lips softly.
Me: *blushed* Hi.
Namjoon: You look beautiful.
Me: *laughing* Stop. I'm just wearing jeans.
Namjoon: It doesn't matter you look...wow.
Me: *smiling* Well, you look handsome too.
Namjoon: No, this isn't about me.
Me: You do! Have you been working out?
Namjoon: Nari.
Me: *laughing* Yes?
Namjoon: Don't start.
Me: *laughing* My bad. Where are we going?
Namjoon: I want to show you something.
Me: Ouu. Mystery.
Namjoon: *smiling* Right.
At first, I thought this was going to be a simple date when we pulled up to an uptown movie theater. But Namjoon led me past the ticket booth and straight to a room, nodding with the security guards who bowed back at him.
It was the largest theater I've ever been in. It was completely empty and dead silent. And the stage for the projection sheet is huge. I ran up the steps of the stage, looking at the rows and rows of seats in front of me. Quickly, Namjoon snapped a picture of me on there with a big smile on my face.
Me: Holy shit. This is amazing! How are we the only ones here?! Wait, let me guess. You own this place.
Namjoon: No. My brother in law does though.
Me: Wow.
Namjoon: Come down.
Me: Ok.
He reached out and helped me down from the steps. Two guys came into the room with slushies, popcorn, and one box of chocolate on a little black cart. Namjoon paid them and they left. We sat in the front row, two seats in the middle.
The lights cut out and music played in the hall, a black and white film coming onto the screen. Namjoon removed his hoodie and pulled it over my head. I lifted the arm of the chair up and crawled my way into his arms.
