You sigh as you look out of the window of Namjoon's car.

Namjoon and Leena practically made you sit like a China porcelain doll while they made you up and prepared you for your grand date with Park Jimin.

"You're acting as if we're dropping you off to the boarding school." Leena laughs and Namjoon rolls his eyes.

"She's just an attention seeking drama queen."

"Shut up before I cut your spleen." You retort.

You suddenly remember that Aunt Ara was going to drop San Ji at your apartment for a week in Seoul. You sigh.

"I haven't received any updates about that internship, by the way. Namjoon, was that company a fraud or something?"

"Your résumé must have caused them to shut down the whole company, sis, I don't know." He responds and Leena squeaks in laughter.

You mutter a tiny harmless curse word at him as he halts the car.

"Get out." He walks to your door and holds it open. "Have a good date and don't show me your face unless you do have one."

"Mind your own business, brah." You hiss at him, "I don't want to date Park Jimin."

With your anxiety you're sure you're just gonna make a fool of yourself. Namjoon grunts.

"Say that again if you want acne covered skin."

"Leena!" You whine with closed eyes and frustration laced in your voice.

You understand they're doing this to create a distraction for you and to help ease things out for you. But he doesn't understand your anxiety! This is practically torture!

"Namjoon, stop. She's not gonna enjoy her date just because you asked her to."

Thank you!

"She's a rebel, you know that." She continues and you groan and take your thanking back. Leena is saggy boobed bitch and that's final. You climb down the car as Namjoon holds your hand.

"Oh, you're right." Namjoon agrees with Leena dramatically, "Well, may your date suck."

"Geroff, Namjoon."

"You could have insulted me in another one of your classic rhymes, y/n. You know what rhymes with suck, right?" He winks at you.

"Get fucked." You say sassily.

"That's not an insult," He grins. "But oh, I will."

You retch dramatically and are about to kick his butt, but then you give up because you just don't have the energy.

He sighs, a brotherly glint of mischief in his eyes as he tucks your hair behind your ear and Leena sprays mild feminine perfume at your wrist.

You feel suffocated with all the attention, you really do. This makes you increasingly anxious.

"It's not the seduction type of perfume, don't worry," Leena informs you when you sniff at your wrist and make a face. "It's just to make the mood."

"Make the mood for what? Is he a sniffer?" you suddenly laugh as a memory floats to your mind, "I remember long back I read some men are sniffers. Some sniff armpits like your mans here," you make a face at Namjoon as he makes one back, "-some sniff their butts and some like sniffing panties."

"You know..." Namjoon begins, "Not to burst your little umm... sniffy bubble, but it's probably because you say stuff like this that you got anxiety, I mean-" he turns to Leena, "Who even says stuff like this? I'm a man, are you blind? And I'm not a routine sniffer, tell her Leena!"

"Yeah, he's not a routine sniffer," you roll your eyes while Leena is busy digging in the gloves compartment, "because you do it on special occasions, amirite?"

Sounds of Leena roaring with laughter echo from the car.

"I can bully you better." he threatens, "So mind it and don't call me that again, you get me?"

You shrug, "What must I call a spade if not a spade? And guilty ones talk the most."

Leena bursts out laughing, "Jimin's not a sniffer. C'mon, you've dated once. A little perfume is always nice."

"I just don't want to seem like I'm trying too hard," you complain, "What if he thinks I'm tryna impress him and gets obsessed or something?"

"Ughhhhh" Namjoon pulls at his hair roots in frustration as he groans, "This girl got too many problems, Leena! I swear to God, I just wanna grab her stupid hair and fling her into the horizon!"

"Oh my God, relax!" You gasp innocently and back off watching Leena chortle and get back into the car as Namjoon, now calming down from his frustration, closes the door for her and walks to the driver seat.

"Y/n." He calls before you are about to leave. You wheel around.

"Ssup, sniffer?"

You pinch your lips together while he flares his nostrils at you sinisterly. He's so done with you, it's funny. You nod solemnly and bow your head in apology.

"Learn to show some gratitude." He hands you your phone and flashing you a plastic grin, he drives away.

shOW SoME gRatiTuDE

You make a face at him before the car goes disappearing across the street.

You enter the restaurant that has been personally booked by Jimin for the day.

God, you hate that typical drama cliché.

This is why you hate rich guys. The way they try to show off money is nauseating.

It's empty and dark and you're expecting the lights to turn on any moment and him to walk out from some flowery starry entrance or whatever the heck it is.

But, it's eerily silent and nothing has happened so far.

"Err.. Jimin?" You call.

...Silence.

"Jimin-sshi?"

Oh my God what if Jimin is a serial killer and picks girls for dates and then kills them off he was sus the way he constantly obsessed over this date when there are so many fishes in the pond what if he chooses his victims carefully and-

Stop thinking before you pass out.

"Park Jimin? It's Kang Y/n-"

"Boo!" A man springs at you making your heart crash against your rib cage and bleed out of your nose.

(Not really, lol)

But your heart is already pounding in your throat, breath choked with terror in your lungs.

"What the heck?!" You place your hands on your hips and turn to him to face him angrily.

He's got an adorable face and you can't deny. His dirty blonde messy hair fall over his eyes in a cute half silky curtain. His charming plump lips were widened into a huge happy grin.

But now he notices you're unamused.

His smile wavers as he slowly pulls on a small pout. "Eh, sorry." He says combing his hair with his fingers nervously, "Thought you'd be-"

"Be what? Excited? You almost killed me." You scold him and his face falls. He tears his eyes off you and looks away at a distance. You feel horrible, immediately.

"I'm sorry, I overreacted. It's just that-"

"I know. You have anxiety. I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at me." He sighs as he shakes his head and turns to you with a new smile.

"I should be more careful and considerate, forgive me please."

"Umm..no, no it's fine." you quickly shake your head, attempting a small (failed) smile, "I'm really sorry-"

Damn, the heck. This is awkward as hell.

"Well?" He smiles, cutting the tension and waiting for you to lock your arms through his. "Let's go and have fun."

Are we doing the touchy touchy thingy? Already? Locking arms and holding hands?

You don't know what to do.

You are so awkward.

And shy.

Before you can move or take any more time thinking your actions through, he grabs your hand warmly and holds it firmly in his.

"In order to be happy, you shouldn't give everything a thousand thought."

Well, he's.. deep.

He tows you along gently to the center of the restaurant. "Sometimes, pleasure is in little things. Like yelling 'boo' and stuff..." He adds with an impish grin.

You flash him a fake smile. Like he will ever understand what it's like to have people springing at you in the dark.

With your history.

He pulls your chair for you and you take your seat. Then you frown.

You don't like this kind of treatment.

Men deserve some loving too.

You rise and you rush to his seat. Surprised he looks at you. You pull his chair and smile at him the warmest you can. "It's not always that girls should enjoy the privilege of being taken care of." You tell him.

He laughs shaking his head and sits down. Pleased with yourself you walk to your chair. He quickly gets up and rushes to your chair. You frown at him.

"What?" You ask. You're both laughing at how comical this must seem.

"It's your birthday, Y/n. Enjoy the privilege."

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