Chapter 02

'Is Seoul really that small? I can meet this hooligan wherever I go.' Jimin has slurred countless times in his heart.

But now he was thinking about how to avoid this blind date. Jimin picked up the menu next to him to cover his face, and secretly gave the blond man a wink.

The blond man recognized Jimin for a long time, and he choked in the coffee shop yesterday, but today he sat across from him and gave himself a look of help.

The blond man also guessed something, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Looking at Jimin with interest.

Jimin was stared at a little fire, and his eyes for help turned into angry eyes.

"Waiter." The blond man waved loudly to the waiter. "Are there any other seats? I'm!not !used !to!sharing!tables !with strangers!

The waiter came quickly with an apologetic face. "Sorry sir, there are no more seats, can you please wait a moment?"

"It's okay, I'll come again next time." The blond man gave Jimin a malicious look before getting up, then walked out of the restaurant with a smile.

Before Jimin could stop him, the phone in his hand rang again. This time it was too late to turn off the bell, and Jung-suk had already sat across from Jimin.

"Jimin, so you've already arrived." Jung-suk smiled idiotically, and seemed very satisfied with Jimin.

Jimin looked embarrassed, the other party recognized him, and it was too late to say that the other party recognized the wrong person.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry, I'll go first!" Jimin ran out of the restaurant after saying that.

As soon as he left the restaurant door, he saw the blond man get on a heavy motorcycle and was about to leave. Jimin heard Jung-suk's voice behind him, and without thinking, pulled the blond man and sat in the back seat.

"Quick, drive!"

The blond man glanced at Jimin, and then saw Jung-suk who was chasing after him. He snickered inwardly, as soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the motorcycle drove far away.

It was the first time for Jimin to ride this kind of motorcycle, and the blond man's speed was too fast. Jimin was a little scared and pulled the blond man's jacket with both hands.

The man may also notice that, the speed had slowed down a lot, and he emptied his left hand and pulled Jimin's left hand around his waist. Jimin didn't react, and his right hand was also pulled over.

Jimin realized that he was holding the waist of this "stranger" with both hands, and his face turned red unconsciously.  As soon as the hand had the intention of withdrawing, it was covered by a large hand, and it only stayed for a few seconds, as if being enchanted, the hands were wrapped around each other and never moved again.

The motorcycle slowly drove into an alley and stopped opposite a roadside food stall.

Jimin got out of the motorcycle and looked at the unfamiliar place, and looked at the blond man blankly.

"What are we doing here?"

"Dinner."

"I didn't say I was coming for dinner.

"You didn't say where you were going."

"Uh...I..."

The blond grinned like a winner.

"Let's go, the food here is delicious." After saying that, the blond man walked to the opposite side, said hello to the boss, and found a seat to sit down.

Jimin also followed in confusion and stood beside the table.

"Sit down." The blond man pulled Jimin's arm, and Jimin sat beside him.

"Didn't you say you're not used to sharing tables with strangers?" Jimin pouted unconsciously when he said this.

"Ah? Hahahaha, then we're not strangers if we get to know each other. My name is Kim Namjoon, and you?"

Jimin looked at the friendly hand of the other party, and he couldn't get angry anymore. Hold it up.

"My name is Park Jimin.

"Why are your hands so cold? Just got blown by the wind on a motorcycle?"

"Um..." Jimin was embarrassed, and was quickly pulled back his hand.

Namjoon didn't say anything, he took off his jacket and put it on Jimin.

"No nee-..."

"It won't be cold after wearing it for a while."

Jimin didn't know what was wrong with him, how could he get into a stranger's motorcycle on impulse and followed him to dinner, and now he is so at ease wearing other person's jacket.

"The one just now, is it yours...?"

"Uh...the blind date..."

"What?'

"Why, are you homophobic?"

"No, no." Namjoon waved his hand quickly, afraid of Jimin thinking too much. "It's just, I didn't expect... your parents are so open-minded, so lucky..."

Jimin wanted to ask something else, but the waiter brought the dish over.

"Come on, try this fish, I think it's delicious." Namjoon took a large piece of fish and put it in Jimin's bowl.

During the meal, Namjoon was polite and considerate to Jimin, and he is more careful than close friends. He will pay attention to what Jimin likes to eat and what he doesn't like to eat.

At night, Namjoon wanted to send Jimin home, and Jimin did not refuse. Before getting into the motorcycle, Namjoon put the jacket on Jimin which Jimin put on the handle of the chair. Jimin was fascinated, but he still did not refuse.

Namjoon naturally grabbed Jimin's wrist around his waist and drove to the address Jimin said.

Halfway through the journey, Jimin remembered that they hadn't paid for the meal just now.  Shouting in the roar of the wind.

"Hey, we forgot to pay for our meal. Turn around and go back."

Namjoon smiled and leaned back slightly, Jimin's front chest was tightly pressed against Namjoon's warm back.

"No need to pay."

Jimin thought to himself, is this really a hooligan? Not paying for meals seems to be a common occurrence.

"Go back, I have money." Jimin was close to Namjoon's ear.

Jimin couldn't see Namjoon's face, but he felt a quiver of laughter as he felt his body sticking to him.

"The boss is my friend, I go there often, he will tell me after he calculates, I will settle with him once a month."

It turned out to be so, that Jimin thought he was going to be on TV news tomorrow because he run away after eating. Only then did he feel that he was being teased by Namjoon, he pretended to be angry and lay down on Namjoon's back and took a bite.

"Ouch, are you a kitten?" Namjoon was not angry, even his words were in a playful tone, it seemed that he deliberately arched his back.

Jimin hid behind his back, but his face turned red.

The motorcycle stopped in front of Jimin's house, and Jimin jumped out of the motorcycle.

"Why is your face so red, was it blown by the wind?" Namjoon reached out and wanted to touch it.

Jimin took a step back, wanting to run away.

"Well, thank you for treating me to dinner tonight, I'll treat you next time."

"Okay. That..."

Before Namjoon could finish his words, Jimin had already fled. Leaving Namjoon standing at the door helplessly shaking his head.

"There is no any contact information, how can you treat me to dinner?"

To Be Continued....

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