The two of you chose your place.

Not only did you both agree on your house for the second date, but you also chose Chinese food. So not only did you agree on where to go, but also food. You agreed on food. It was a painless process picking where to get food from. Repeat: it was painless picking where to get food from.

Shit, this is serious.

He might be the one for you if you don't even argue over where you're getting food from. That's the real shit right there. How the hell neither of you had different suggestions boggles your mind. What the actual fuck? Is Kim Namjoon getting more attractive by the second or is that just you?

Speaking of Kim Namjoon, he's in your living room setting everything up. Meanwhile you're the dumb fuck just standing in the kitchen twiddling with your thumbs. 

You offered to get waters, extra napkins, and utensils. So far you have two napkins and half a glass of water. This is how productive you're being today.

After letting out a soft groan, you focus, getting back to work on grabbing everything the two of you need. Forks, knives, spoons. You place them on a stack of napkins before filling two glasses with ice and water from your fridge. Soon enough, you're walking inside the room, a water in between your bicep and chest, the napkins in one hand, another glass of water in your other.

Namjoon notices and widens his eyes. "Need help?" 

"Nope," you reply, sitting next to him and setting everything down. You hand him his water. "Yours." 

He looks mildly impressed as he takes it. "How did you do that?"

"Uh, do what? Bring napkins?"

He chuckles, shaking you off. "No, I meant the water. You balanced it between your arm and chest. How?" 

You let out an 'ah' noise, humming while leaning back on the couch cushions. "When I was a teen, I worked as a hostess at a restaurant. Nothing fancy, just a pizza place. I worked a lot of day shifts, which normally would be slow since, well, you know, who goes out for pizza during the day? That's a night thing. So whenever we got unexpected rushes, guess who helped the waitresses?"

Namjoon lights up in understanding. "You."

You nod. "I was almost always the only hostess working. Not to brag, but I was one of our best. Kept everything clean, was the nicest to the customers, knew the menu pretty well. We only had two waitresses on during the day, so if we got a rush..." 

"It was big," he finishes, catching on. 

"Very big. Nights were always busy, so whenever I worked them, I helped the waitresses too. Friday nights though... oh, I get flashbacks whenever I think of those Friday night shifts."

"Oh yeah? Why?" he asks. 

You fake a shiver. "We hostesses ran take out, too. On Friday's we'd have two whole pages worth of take out orders at one time. Each page fits twenty-five orders." 

"Shit," he mutters. 

"Exactly. It was bad. Three hostesses on Friday's, but even then it was rough. And it was hard to get help since everyone else was busy too. Moral of the story: restaurant work sucks sometimes, but I'd take it over retail any day."

Namjoon grimaces. "Oh yeah, I worked at a clothing store in my youth. Some main brand place, had a location in the mall. I worked four days a week. The amount of times customers told me their life stories... ugh. Does that happen in restaurants too?"

You groan. "My shift normally ended at nine. This one older chick, I'd say mid-sixties, she came in to pick up an order. I handed to her, she paid, then she told me her life story."

He raises a brow as you pout. 

"It was nine o'clock when I handed her that order. It was nine thirty when I actually left work," you say with a whine.

"Jesus Christ, why didn't you tell her you had to go?" 

"I tried, but she just kept talking, and she was an old lady! You try telling a sweet old lady that you can't feel your fucking legs cause you worked an eight hour shift!"

Because you're dramatic (not as dramatic as Jin though), you pretend to fall, leaning your head against his shoulder. He jumps at the contact and gulps.

Aw, poor Joonie isn't used to affection. You wait a moment, then peek up at him. He peeks down, blinking a few times. Yeah, you're amazed by the proximity too.

When you meet his eyes, you feel your heart beat faster. You know what? Fuck it. You're a big baller, your momma ain't raise no wimp. Come on, Y/n, do it. Come on. Do it. Please? Listen to your heart, L/n!

You silence your thoughts, leaning up and gently placing your lips on his. He goes still for a moment, then kisses back. It's gentle and light, almost as if you're delicately dancing with each other. 

So how the hell did a gentle kiss turn into you being thrown on your bed with him hovering over you?

He somehow ended up picking you up, carrying you up the stairs, and tossing you onto your bed. Now here you are, making out with your new boss with your legs wrapped around his waist to keep him close. 

Well, there's good news and bad news. Good news: he's a great kisser. Bad news: what happened to taking things slow? Of course you don't mind, but him? You thought he was a nervous bean who needed little head pats and gentle pecks, not... whatever the fuck this is.

Namjoon pulls back to switch sides, but you place your hand on his chest. "Woah woah, I can't breathe. You're very aggressive, Joonie," you whisper. 

He laughs. "Then you get five seconds. That's it. Take it or leave it." 

"What happened to 'take things slow-" 

"I changed my mind, I'm going in now."

He kisses you again, shutting you up mid-sentence. You're not complaining, that's the best way to be interrupted. Kim Namjoon's lips interrupting you? Hell yeah, what a score!

The two of you go at it for a full minute before he backs up and lets out a breath. "Dinner and a movie. I have my dinner, where's the movie?"

"I have a big ass mirror if that counts," you cheekily reply. 

He smirks. "Anything I can tie you down with?" 

"Oh please, as if you're the one doing the tying down."

He kisses you again, this one softer and shorter. It only lasts a few seconds before he pulls back. "Am I going too fast?" 

"Joon, the only one questioning the speed we're going at is you." 

"So if I wanted to have sex, right here, right now. You'd agree?" 

You do a factory reset before replying with, "Have I not been flirting with you and undressing you with my eyes since we first met?"

Namjoon lets a smile crack through his otherwise serious demeanor. "Okay, fair point." 

"Do you?" you ask, him raising a brow. 

"Huh?" 

"Want to have sex." 

He shakes his head. "I mean, I do, but not right now. Not on the second date." 

"So the third? Got it, I'll write that down." 

"Wait, did I just score a third date?" he asks with his jaw dropped.

You chuckle. "I think you did. As if your personality isn't good enough, you're a good kisser too." 

Namjoon's eyes flicker with amusement. "So are you." 

"I don't know, I think I could use more practice. What do you say? Want to help?" 

His dimples show from how hard he's smiling. "What about our food? It'll get cold." 

You lean closer, giving him a smirk. "I have a microwave, Joonie."

And just like that, his lips get placed back on yours.

~The Next Day~

"So, want to explain why you're so happy?" Jimin asks. Y/n keeps staring off into space. "Hello? Earth to Y/n? You have to go over to KNJ Corporations in a few minutes, so please explain why you're so giddy." 

She finally snaps her gaze to Jimin's. "Wait what?" 

He sighs. "First, give me the files."

She obeys, stopping in front of his desk and handing the folder to him. He opens it, skimming over the first page. 

"Very detailed and organized. Thank you for these notes, they'll help tremendously." He closes it and realizes that she's not paying attention. "Did you and Namjoon have sex or something?"

Y/n jumps. "Excuse me?" 

"Oh, now I have your attention since I brought up your boyfriend. Great. Nice to know that you're ignoring the unicorn man." 

She doesn't even joke back like she normally does, she just stares. Jimin furrows his brows, tossing the folder down and standing. Within a heartbeat, he's next to her and placing one hand on her shoulder.

"Are you okay, princess?" he whispers, giving her his concerned eyes she's seen a lot of over the years. 

"I'm peachy," she replies with her gaze averting to the ground. He can't tell if she's the happiest she's ever been in her life or the saddest. It's a fifty-fifty chance.

"Did Namjoon do something?" 

"What didn't he do?" she asks back.

"Y/n, honey, I can't read your mind-"

"We made out yesterday," she blurts, turning red as soon as she says it. Since when does Y/n L/n blush?

Jimin clears his throat and resists the urge to giggle. "You... made out? As in, like, kissing made out?" 

"What other make out is there?" she asks, appalled. 

He chuckles. "Fair enough. I'm just surprised is all. I thought you two were 'taking it slow'." 

She scoffs. "We are!" He stares at her with knowing eyes, which causes her to gulp. "Okay, maybe we're not anymore, but still!"

He laughs, backing away from her by a step. "So you're in love?" 

"Me? Have you seen yourself around Yoongi?" she fires back.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. This isn't about me for once, it's about your blossoming love life."

She huffs, crossing her arms on her chest. "My love life is perfectly normal." 

"Oh really? Cause from what I'm hearing, you're making out with my greatest enemy." 

"He's your partner," she corrects. 

He sits on his desk and lets out a small 'mhm' noise. "Sure, sure. I recall him being your new boss too. Making out with your boss... scandalous." 

"You make out with Yoongi every day and you're technically his boss."

He laughs. "Oh I know, that's why I have him call me Mr. Park in bed. Professional and sensual at the same time." 

She sighs. "I hate you." 

"Hate me enough to tell me how fat my ass is looking today? I could really use some compliments right now, doll." 

"Ew, if you call me doll again, I'll shave your unicorn hair." 

Jimin gasps. "Not the hair!"

She breaks out into a smile, finally showing some emotion other than shock. He hops off his desk, placing both his hands on her shoulders. 

"My dear, can I ask you something?" 

"Uh... sure?" 

He returns her stupid smile. "On a scale of one to ten, how-" 

"Ten," she interrupts, "perfect ten. Namjoon is hot. He's really, really hot. I like him a lot. Perfect ten."

He bites back a snort. "I was going to ask on a scale of one to ten, how big is my ass, but nice to know that Namjoon's hot."

Y/n immediately flusters. Oh yeah, she fell right into his trap. As a Cupid, the 'one to ten scale' trick works all the time. It gets everyone to confess their love by thinking he'll ask about how much they like someone. Easy. This is too easy.

"Well, your ass is a ten too. There, you got your compliment," she says to take the heat off of herself, and for once, he decides to play along.

He beams. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you-" 

"Okay unicorn hair, I need to get back to my new boss. Enjoy my notes, I'll call you later." 

She turns to leave, but he reaches out and snatches her elbow. She jolts and whips around to glance at him.

"What is it?" she asks with a raised brow.

Jimin offers her a kind smile. "I'm really happy for you. Namjoon's a good guy. I hope you two work out." 

She gives him a precious look. "Jimin?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Don't worry, I think we will."