Em pov:
Jimin looked at me like I’d laid a trail of candy for him to follow only to then shove him in a pit of snakes lined with speakers blasting Leia’s rendition of “Hey Soul Sister” on repeat. Guilt tugged at my chest, worsening when I noted that Jimin was dressed just a touch nicer than usual. He’d frozen just half a step away from me in the cramped front hall and I could smell the faint scent of a lightly spiced cologne.
Oh my God. He’d thought it was a date.
Even worse, I was more disappointed about it not being a date, even though I hadn’t realized I’d asked him on one, than I was about the fact that he thought it was a date in the first place.
But that was a problem for another time. The immediate issue was the fact that Jimin was staring at me like I’d kicked a puppy.
I cleared my throat. “So, uh, I mentioned to Namjoon you were stopping by for dinner and he asked if he could ... um, talk to you.”
“I would’ve called the studio but I’m still banned,” Namjoon added unhelpfully.
“Wasn’t my doing,” Jimin said. He seemed to resign himself to the situation and stepped in the house further. If I hadn’t known better, I would have said he looked cautiously arrogant as he brought the cake to the kitchen, Namjoon watching warily while he sipped a can of Diet Coke.
I raised my eyebrows at Namjoon, trying to silently communicate with him.
You promised me this wouldn’t be a pissing match.
He seemed to get the message and jerked his shoulders helplessly. Another pang of guilt and I sighed, trying not to clench my jaw.
“Can I get you something to drink, Jimin? Dinner’s just about ready.”
“Uh, yeah. Please.”
“We have Coke, Diet Coke, grape soda, orange soda, apple juice. Any of those things mixed with vodka. Or beer. Or, um, water, I guess.”
He chuckled a bit. “As interesting as vodka and grape soda sounds, I’m good with water.”
Yeah, it definitely wasn’t a date. I poured him a glass of water and considered grabbing a beer for myself. Namjoon wasn’t drinking, Jimin wanted water ... I sighed and grabbed a Diet Coke for myself.
Dinner was a simple curry with rice, yet another sign that I hadn’t realized I’d asked Jimin on a date. I just wanted to make something that wasn’t covered in processed cheese or ketchup. My kitchen was small to begin with and the addition of the silent tension between Jimin and Namjoon was making it feel unmanageably cramped. By the time I put their plates in front of them, I was seriously regretting agreeing to this.
The first few bites were taken in silence. I glanced at Namjoon.
Please just say whatever the fuck you wanted to say. Please.
I had to think it really hard at him a few more times before he finally put his fork down, took a breath, and steadied hands that I hadn’t realized had been shaking.
“Leia played me a few of the songs she’s learned,” Namjoon started.
Ugh. He wanted to make small talk?
“I’m not getting into this with you,” Jimin replied.
“Look, dude, I just—”
“She’s working her ass off, I’m doing the best I can. You got a problem with it, take it up with your sister, not me.”
I tried not to react as he threw me under the bus, though I decided a second accidental-date was very unlikely as anger pricked through me.
“I’m trying to fucking apologize!” Namjoon blurted angrily. His face turned red, his jaw clenched as he fought back a mix of anger and embarrassment.
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