Of Tinder dates and Uber drivers (complete)

Chapter 1

Hello! Back with another adaptation. If you notice, I prefer stories with older characters lol. Idk maybe it's because I think I've read way too many high school fanfics to last me a lifetime. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! :)

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It was getting increasingly difficult not to curl her lip with disgust. Over the course of the evening, the words coming out of his mouth had gotten progressively more oily and suggestive. Jennie had endured almost three hours of it, but the restaurant was emptying out and it was time for her to make her excuses and go.

Although, 'restaurant' wasn't really the right word for the place Suho had decided to take her to for their first date. He'd suggested somewhere called "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" (go figure) in a part of the city she'd never been to before, but because she was all about trying new things right then, she'd gone along with it. She hadn't realised that it was a dingy bar in one of New York's worst neighbourhoods, or that the only food they served came in sealed foil bags.

She'd found herself sitting primly upright on a chair that wobbled whenever she leaned too far to the left. The fact was, she didn't mind going to bars or pubs for first dates - it was only Tinder, after all, and she couldn't expect every man in New York City to want to wine and dine her at Le Bernardin. But Suho had guided her into that place with an air of grandeur, sweeping his arm across the dimly lit room like he was showing her a side of the city that only he knew about. He'd ordered them both rum and Cokes without asking if that was what she wanted. As Jennie had nursed her first glass, he'd moved onto his third.

All of that would have been forgivable if it weren't for the lecherous look in his eye.

"I think I should get going," she said. She'd already used that phrase twice before, but he kept ignoring her. "It's late and my sitter will need to get home."

That was a lie. Thursday nights were date nights on Jennie's calendar now, as they were the one day a week when her sister, Jisoo, was able to take her son away for the evening. Luca went to stay at his aunt's house, shrieking with his cousins and eating way too much ice cream, while Jennie psyched herself up for yet another disappointing evening on the town.

Suho did manage to register the second part of her sentence, at least. "Sitter? You have a kid?"

"I told you," she said, because she'd mentioned it multiple times but he'd always been too busy staring at her chest to register it. "Luca's six. His father and I got divorced a year ago."

She was half hoping that would be enough to put Suho off, but he just shrugged. "As long as you're on the market."

Sucking back the taste of acid, Jennie forced a smile and got to her feet. "I'll head home now, if that's okay."

"No problem," Suho said, much to her relief. Then, in the first display of chivalry he'd displayed all night, he added, "I'll walk you out."

"It's okay. I can just—"

"Don't be silly. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't see a lady to her car?"

Jennie smiled tightly yet again and pulled her coat on. It was January and the worst possible time for dating, but at least all her thick layers gave her some kind of protection from men like this.

As soon as they stepped outside, Jennie realised what her next problem would be: she didn't know this neighbourhood, it was dark and threatening, and there weren't any cabs in sight. She looked blindly around for the comforting glow of an available vehicle, but just came face to face with Suho, who was once again leering at her with eyes that looked like they might even have make-up around them.