After work, Jisung refreshed himself in the bathroom. Splashing some water on his face and spraying on more Dior cologne to prepare for his date with Minho.

 Once he had finished styling his hair the way he wanted, he took a deep breath and stared at his reflection in the mirror.

His eyes still sparkled with energy and excitement but in reality, he was incredibly nervous. His palms were sweaty and his hands shook uncontrollably. 

Jisung gulped and shoved his hands into his pockets. He hadn't felt this way since high school and right now he certainly didn't want to reminisce about those four horrible years. 

So he took one last deep breath, straightened his tie, and walked down to the parking lot. He got into his Ferrari and drove around to the front of the building where Minho stood waiting, glancing down at his phone distractedly. 

When he heard the car pull in he looked up and smiled. 

Jisung rolled down the window and winked at Minho. 

"Are you ready for the night of your life?" He purred, unlocking the side door automatically. 

Minho laughed and nodded, putting his phone in his back pocket and getting into the car. 

As they drove off, Minho looked Jisung up and down and grinned. 

"You look handsome." He flirted while putting on his seatbelt. 

Jisung smiled sheepishly and let out a small chuckle. 

"Thank you. You look handsome too." He replied, almost melting at Minho's compliment. 

Minho sighed happily and closed his eyes, leaning back into the plush leather seat. 

"Aww you're too kind. Now tell me, what place did you have in mind?" He asked, completely at ease. 

Jisung brushed his hair back and smiled. 

"Well, I had the restaurant Jungsik in mind. It's super romantic and perfect for a first date." He rambled eagerly. 

Minho opened his eyes and looked over at Jisung. 

"I heard it's really expensive. Are you sure you want to spend that much money?" He queried, his brown eyes filled with concern. 

"Besides, I don't know if I'm worth it." He insisted, fumbling with his tie. 

Jisung blushed and looked over at Minho. 

"Of course you're completely worth it! You're gorgeous, hardworking, smart, talented, perfect, and amazing! If I could, I would spend every single cent on you." He declared, grabbing one of Minho's hands and squeezing it reassuringly. 

Minho beamed and raised Jisung's hand to his lips to kiss the back of it tenderly. 

"Thank you Jisung." He murmured appreciably. 

Jisung nodded and smiled. 

"Y-you should already know that you deserve everything." He stammered, his cheeks still flushed pink. 

Minho laughed and shook his head. 

"I'm not completely sure of that but we can talk about it more in the restaurant." He mused as they pulled into Jungsik's and parked close to the entrance. 

Jisung hummed and unlocked the car doors. 

"I know I'm right~" He teased, stepping out of the car and shutting the door. 

Minho rolled his eyes and shut his door. 

"You deserve everything too!" He protested, walking over and grabbing his hand. 

Jisung shook his head and locked the car. 

"No you deserve everything! I've been spoiled my whole life and I'm sick of it. Now it's time for me to spoil someone else." He insisted, puffing out his cheeks. 

Minho smiled and hugged him tightly, pressing a kiss to both of his cheeks. 

"You're seriously too cute." He cooed, unable to resist Jisung's charm. 

Jisung laughed and buried his face into Minho's chest to try and hide his burning cheeks. 

"Good. Because that was super embarrassing." He admitted. 

Minho ruffled Jisung's hair and kissed the top of his head. 

"No, it was adorable." He objected. 

"Now let's go eat." He murmured sweetly, putting his arm around Jisung's waist and leading him towards the restaurant. 

Once they'd gotten inside and been seated, a cute curly haired waiter came over to their table. 

"Hello! My name's Chan and I'll be your waiter for the night! Would you like something to drink? Wine, beer, juice? We've got it all!" He rambled, pulling out his notepad and pen. 

Jisung nodded and looked over the menu. 

"I'll have pinot noir." He decided, smiling up at Chan politely. 

Chan nodded and wrote it on his notepad. 

"And for you sir?" He asked Minho, pen poised at the ready. 

Minho looked up from his menu. 

"I'll have chardonnay." He declared, fiddling with the silverware. 

Chan nodded and scribbled it down. 

"Alright I'll have those out in a few, and in the meantime you both can look over the menu." He explained, putting the notepad into his pocket and then walking back to the kitchen. 

"So where did you work before you decided to come work for my dad?" Jisung asked, resting his cheek on his palm. 

Minho leaned back and straightened out his jacket. 

"Well, I didn't really work at one place specifically, but I did work as a backup dancer for a few famous companies." He explained bashfully. 

Jisung's eyes widened and he tilted his head. 

"Wow! That's sounds like an awesome job!" He chirped. 

Minho nodded and smiled. 

"Yeah it was really great. But sadly, it didn't pay enough. So I had to get a normal office job. That's how I ended up working for your father." He explained, resting his forearms on the table. 

Jisung sighed happily. 

"That reminds me of when I didn't work at my father's company." He reminisced, spacing out. 

Minho raised his eyebrows and leaned forward curiously. 

"What did you do before?" He queried. 

Jisung smirked. 

"I worked as a rapper." He murmured, winking at Minho. 

Minho's mouth dropped open. 

"You're kidding! You? A rapper?!" He babbled, eyeing Jisung up and down. 

Jisung laughed and leaned closer. 

"Why? Is it hard to believe?" He asked, giving Minho a charming smile. 

Minho nodded. 

"Kind of. You don't seem like the type. You're too soft" He joked, poking Jisung's puffy cheek. 

Jisung pouted and smacked Minho's hand away. 

 "How about I bring in some of my old tracks on Monday?" He prompted, sweeping his hair back. 

Minho grinned and crossed his arms over his chest. 

"Or we could go back to your place and you could show me now." He implored. 

Jisung smirked and slapped a hundred on the table. 

"Let's go." He drawled, standing up and pushing his chair in. 

Minho smiled and stood up as well. 

"Now we're talking." He purred, following him out of the restaurant. 

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After they'd left, Chan showed up with the bottles of wine. 

"Alright! I'm back with your...wine." He trailed off noticing the empty table. 

He looked left and right and then sighed. 

"There goes my tip for the week." He mumbled, about to head back to the kitchen to put back the bottles of wine. 

When suddenly, he noticed the hundred dollar bill laying on the table. His eyes grew wide and then he grinned, slipping it into his pocket. 

"Thank you!" He whispered to no one in particular before scurrying back to the kitchen.