All The Wrong Clues | JinMin

-twenty two

POV: Seokjin
I took it upon myself to finally invite Jimin over for dinner that night after work. I felt like I wanted to express my feelings for him in the most friendly, civilised way I possibly could.

Even if I somehow got turned down, I decided that I was going to laugh it off as though it was the alcohol talking, as though it was a simple drunken mistake. It was all going to work out perfectly in the end, and I was going to make sure of it.

He arrived at my house at seven o'clock sharp, not a single minute later. I was surprised at his punctuality, especially after remembering how late he was on his first day, but it was good. It meant more time to talk, more time to eat and drink and have a little bit of fun while we were at it.

I was so over this case. It was getting old, and nobody was getting anywhere with it, so it was a relief to hear that we had pulled out of the case. Good riddance, actually, because it's not like anybody really cared who the killer was anymore. After all, it happened so long ago nobody barely even remembers, let alone have an interest in it.

Right?

"Jimin, you're right on time! I'm so glad you came," I flashed a bright smile and moved out of the way so I could let him in. "Come in, come in, I was just about to set the food on the table. Do you mind waiting?"

"No, of course not!" He shook his head as he took a small step through the front door, before quickly removing his black leather shoes and neatly pushing them to the side. He was going a bit red, like he was nervous. I couldn't let him know I was shitting myself too. "Smells great, actually. Want any help setting up?"

I walked back into the kitchen. "In no world will I, the amazing and wonderful Kim Seokjin, accept the help of a guest! First time, as well. I can't make you sweat before you've even had a chance to sit down, silly. Make yourself comfortable, I'll be done soon."

I turned off the stove and set out some plates. I decided to go with a good classic Japanese curry, with fried egg on the side and a nice salad for an appetiser. I always loved showing off my cooking because I knew people loved the food, no matter who they were.

After a minute or two, I had set the food up and presented it all nicely on the table. I got my jug of tea out and poured a bit into each glass thatI had set up, but I had to make sure that we would both have enough room for alcohol when I offered it to him later. God, I hope he isn't a non-alcohol guy.

"Food's ready!" I shouted from the living room. "And I've got some sake for later, so don't eat too much!" I winked.