Some Kind Of Wonderful (a yoonmin fan fiction ) Mature content

Chapter Twenty Six.

Jimin had done his research, he had selected the restaurant just for the occasion, the Korean barbeque that his best friend had suggested to him that night..... that night that he had experienced his first orgasm at the hands of another person he thought blushing.  He felt strange coming here with Jungkook and couldn't help but look up and make eye contact with Yoongi in the rear view mirror as he was driving.  He seemed tense Jimin thought, but then the whole car had an air of tension in it, Jungkook was shifting nervously next to him in the back seat and Jimin was trying his best to initiate conversation, falling flat at every grunt and scoff coming from the drivers seat when Jungkook attempted to respond.  

They reached their destination and not a moment too soon as the atmosphere in the car was stifling.  The restaurant had just the right ambiance, the proper scents wafting from the kitchen, the necessary professionalism of the waiters, right down to the social status of the patrons.   Jungkook looked up in awe as he exited from the rear of the car, the door held open by the person who obviously held him in contempt.  He nodded quickly in thanks to Yoongi, after all his parents had instilled good manners in him from a young age, just as he remembered rumours about the tattooed boys parents being absent.  The rivals eyes met briefly and Yoongi saw it, the pity, it was only a flash, but it was there, the reason he didn't get close to many people, he hated it, it made his skin crawl from the inside out.  Yoongi huffed and slammed the passenger door closed after him causing Jimin to clear his throat loudly and flash him a 'what the fuck' stare. 

After telling Yoongi he would bring him some food out later, Jimin and Jungkook proceeded to enter the swanky restaurant, way out of Jimin's league, but you only live once right?  Yes, Jimin knew it would impress the hell out of Jungkook one way or another.  Jungkook's eyes were pretty wide now, looking at the high quality surroundings, marble and gold, with just the right kind of dimmed romantic lighting.  They were standing at the head waiters station noticing how the clientele appeared refined and select, the mostly bigoted upper crust of Beamosa.  Even in their best attire they looked extremely out of place.  Jimin was calm and collected, Jungkook however was beginning to feel nervous and uneasy noticing a few stares coming their way.  Of course he was no stranger to homophobia, but that was normally on his own turf, in his comfort zone where he could bat it off nonchalantly.  

The head waiter finally decided to notice them as he looked up from the computer screen in front of him, peering over his thick rimmed spectacles and staring down at them like he'd just smelled a funny odour.  "Reservations" spoke Jimin confidently like he really belonged there, "for two people, eight o'clock, under the name Park" he added.  The crusty waiter adjusted his bow tie and scanned his eyes around the busy restaurant as if to check the table situation.  His eyes panned down towards the computer screen as his finger traced down a list of names.  Looking back up at the two teenagers he politely sneered "I'm sorry, I don't see the reservation". Jimin had phoned to confirm just that morning, but had expected as much, the snobbery in this small town even stretching to where you could eat.  

Jungkook was internally dying by this point and began to reach out for Jimin's arm to pull him away from the situation, but Jimin had other ideas.  He calmly reached into his pocket  pulling out a thick roll of wons peeling a substantial bill from the top, handing it over to the waiter never losing eye contact, or his polite smile.  "Can you see it now?" asked Jimin.  The waiters eyes scanned back down to his computer screen after raising an eyebrow "Ah, Park, yes here it is, eight pm, how could I have missed it" he said with fake sincerity, clicking his fingers to alert a waiter of lesser standing to escort the young couple to their table.  "I can't imagine" smiled Jimin echoing the false nicety of the waiter as he grabbed Jungkook's hand and led him through the disapproving looks.  "That was bad ass" Jungkook whisper smiled in his ear on the way to their table, Jimin's whole demeanour he was radiating gave JK the confidence to throw a few dirty looks back at the snobs, thinking maybe this date wasn't going to be as bad as he first imagined.