The restaurant Yoongi took you to was very exclusive. The atmosphere was one of privacy and romance. You feel your heart tremble, never expecting Yoongi to bring you to a place like this. Jimin, sure, but Yoongi? You are at a loss as your trepidation and excitement war within your mind.

He subtly guides you with his warm hand on your back as you follow behind the maître d'. You can barely breathe as his hand is skimming your lower back as you walk.

The Maître d' leads you to a table for two, nestled in its own secluded area. The high sides of the perimeter around each table create an intimate space bathed in the romantic glow of candlelight, sparkling glasses, and silverware.

The Maître d' gestures for you to enter, and Yoongi, still with his hand barely touching your lower back, moves to pull the chair out for you. He then takes your sweater and hangs it on the back of your chair.

Once settled at the table, a server approaches with a warm, welcoming smile. "Good evening. I'm Aaron, and I will be your server tonight.  Would you like to start the night with a wine or other beverage?"

Yoongi looks at you and asks, "What would you like, Lanne?"

You smile and look at the server. Your smile leaves when you see he is staring at your cleavage, "I would love a glass of white wine, please." You quickly look away. Seeing your blush, the server smiles and turns to Yoongi, "And you, sir?"

Not breaking his eye contact with yours, he says, "The same. Thank you." He wonders what made you blush.

The server leaves behind two leather-bound menus with gold leaf lettering on the cover. You quickly open the menu to partially hide your blush due to the server's unwanted attention and being in such a high posh restaurant. You have been to exclusive, expensive restaurants, but nothing like this.

Yoongi breaks his stare and opens his menu, perusing the lists. Unknown to both of you, you keep stealing glances at the other.

The server returns with a chilled bottle of wine and pours a small tasting sip into Yoongi's glass. His eyes drift to you, and he quickly winks.

Yoongi lifts his glass, closing his eyes as he inhales the aroma of the wine, swirling it in his glass before taking a small sip. You watch as he swirls his tongue against his cheeks. He looks up at the server. "Mm, yes, this will do fine. Thank you."

The server then proceeds to pour wine into your glasses. He came around to pour wine into your glass first, and as he leaned forward, his arm slightly brushed your shoulder and inhaled under his breath, saying, "Mm, you smell nice."

Sensing he has been caught out checking your cleavage, he rapidly stands after filling your glass and sits the bottle on the table, "Are you ready to order, or would you like a few more minutes?"

Your eyes meet Yoongi's across the table, and you smile with a slight nod. He looks at the server, "Yes, we're ready."

The server turns to take your order first, "What would you like, my lady?" 

You feel uncomfortable with the way he said, 'My lady.' Any other time, it would have seemed as if this was a Regency romance novel being called 'My Lady' if it was anyone else but him. 

You glance at Yoongi. 'Wait, is he glaring at the server? Did he see what happened?' as quickly as the glare appeared, it was gone.

You give your order, and then Yoongi follows, giving his. 

 The server, standing in his over-correct posture and looking down his nose at you, says, "Excellent choices. As soon as the chef has created your dishes, I will bring them post haste." He turns and walks away. You can feel his sense of self-importance pouring off of him. Brushing off his actions, you try to see the humor in his fake finesse'.

Trying not to laugh, you say to Yoongi, "If we ordered dog food, I bet he would have said "excellent choices." Mimicking the server's attitude, as you said it, causes Yoongi to laugh.

"Maybe he is in drama classes at college. I think he will pass with perfect scores." His jovial smile makes your heart skip a beat, and the server is all but forgotten.

You both are lost in each other gaze when Yoongi breaks the silence and changes the subject. "I'm sorry about your car Lanne. I understand how important it was to you."

"It was sentimental in a way, but nowhere near as important as Emily and Namjoon surviving that accident. I saw the car, the damage done . . .  it was terrifying, to say the least."

"Yeah, from what Namjoon told me, they are very lucky. Have you thought about buying another one?"

You sadly shake your head before explaining, "I can't. There were only 17 made to that specification for that model year. I know one was totaled. Another, the owner took off the special stripes and then repainted the car. So that brings it down to 15, and now mine is gone. That leaves just 14 if the others are still around."

"Damn, so there is no hope it seems to find another. . . if you could, would you want it?"

A smile lights up your face, "Oh, yes!"

You discuss cars with Yoongi, detailing the mods made to the cars you have or, in your case, had. It seems he enjoys cars as much as you do.

The conversation is interrupted by the high brow server arriving with dinner.

"Here you go, my Lady." He says as he places your meal before you. You glance with a grin at Yoongi, and he rolls his eyes, almost causing you to laugh out loud.

"And here is your meal, Sir." He places Yoongi's meal in front of him and then smiles at you both. "I hope you enjoy your dinner, and there is no rush. Take all the time you need to enjoy your meal."

 You could hear the innuendo of that last comment, accompanied by how he looked at you before turning to Yoongi and bowing as he turned from the table. He looks back and smirks at you, causing you to blush, so you keep your head down and focus on your plate.

"Maybe we've come on a bad night, Lanne. I'm so sorry for the way the server is acting." 

Yoongi is embarrassed with how things are going. He is at a loss for words to carry on a conversation as he would like. The server's pompous attitude is grating against his nerves, 'This isn't going anything like I wanted it to. That ass has the nerve to treat Lanne like he has! I will beat the --'

"It's ok, Yoongi. It's not your fault our waiter is like he is." You take a bite of your food and smile. After swallowing, you tell him, "This is fantastic!" and take another mouthful.

'Other than the beautiful company, at least the food is good.' He begins to eat and has to agree with Lanne.

He swallows and takes a sip of his wine. "You're right. This is fantastic."

You decide to dig into your meals, both feeling awkward. Hoping the night will end better. But that wasn't to be. 

The night ends with Yoongi and the owner arguing with the server, who denies any wrongdoing and accuses you of flirting with him. He was immediately fired on the spot. It seems he was friends with the server who called in sick at the last minute. 

Under pressure due to a solid booked night, the manager on duty, being short-staffed, decided, even though he still needed to complete training, to call in one of their new hires that the sick server had vouched for. That night, not only did the server Aaron get fired, but so did the manager.

On the way home, Yoongi apologizes. "I'm sorry things turned out as they did tonight." he glances over at you and then back to the road. "I hope you will let me make it up to you tomorrow night. Dinner at my place?"

He sees your questioning look, "After the beach, of course." He smiles.

"You don't have to apologize. I'm looking forward to the beach tomorrow. You know Emily and Namjoon are having a 'home date' tomorrow."

He walks you to your door. You turn to face him, and he says, "Lanne, you will come to my place for dinner tomorrow, won't you?" 

Seeing the hope in his eyes and something else you can't explain, you readily agree. "Of course. What time would you like me to be there?"

"I don't think you understand. I will pick you up and take you to my place for dinner."

"Oh." That is all you can say at the moment.

He steps closer, holding your hands, "So is that a yes to dinner at my place?" He grins while waiting for your answer.

Smiling, you nod, then say, "Yes."

He smiles and gently squeezes your hands. "There is one more thing I would like to ask you."

"Yes?"

"May I kiss you good night?" He steps a little closer, anticipating your answer. 

You lean toward him, and he takes you into his arms, placing a light kiss on your lips. You softly sigh, not aware you have done so. 

He hears your sigh and pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. Then he suddenly pulls away. You feel a chill as his warm body leaves yours.

Stepping back, his face slightly blushed, he stammers, "Um, I'm sorry, Lanne. I don't know what came over me." He seemed eager to leave yet still held your hands in his.

"Yoongi?" you softly question.

He quickly pecks a kiss on your lips before moving away, "I will pick you up tomorrow at 7." 'If I don't go now, I won't be able to.' 

You watch Yoongi till he enters the elevator, then enter your apartment with a sigh.