Jin was in the middle of fixing his hair in the hall mirror when Namjoon rang the doorbell. He froze, stumbled away from the door, and booked it to his bedroom, where Hobi was hanging Jin's wardrobe.

"He's here!" Jin hissed.

"What are you doing in here then, idiot, go open the door!" Hobi whispered, shooing the elder away.

"How's my hair?"

"It's perfect. Go, hyung. You're probably making him nervous."

"Right. Right! Dang it." He turned and ran for the door, stopping to take a deep breath and straighten his shirt before opening the door.

And closing it on Namjoon's gorgeous face.

He leaned against it and covered his face with his hands.

Why did Namjoon look so good? Why did it matter so much more than usual? Because you want him to ask you out more and you haven't even gone out once you idiot!

Hobi ventured into the hall, stopping to blink at Jin. "You just slammed the door on him."

"I just slammed the door on him."

He opened it again. Namjoon's nervously smiling face greeted him, holding a small bunch of flowers in his shaking hands. He'd put on a fancier pair of glasses, blacker and thicker rimmed. He wore a blue button down of his own, but opened over a black t-shirt, his jeans were grey and there was a geometric design across the thighs.

He looked so good Jin was tempted to close the door again. He cast one last helpless look over his shoulder at Hobi's retreating form and faced Namjoon, shoulders squared.

"Hi..." Namjoon grinned. "These are for you."

He held out the flowers, a bunch of queen Anne's lace and daisies and three pink roses, for Jin to take. He took them, feeling the heat rushing to his cheeks.

"Thank you. Um, come in, for a minute? I'll put these in water." Jin managed steadily.

Namjoon nodded, still smiling that smile that twisted Jin's insides to utter mush and made his knees weak. He wanted to bang his head against a wall. But instead, he strutted into his kitchen and found a tall glass to put the flowers in. He didn't have any reason to keep vases in. None of the men he'd dated casually had ever offered him flowers. The thought had Jin blushing again and holding back a smile.

"You look wonderful, Jin." Namjoon complimented, "I hope I'm not too early, you seemed... Surprised?"

"Oh, that. Well, I -- wait. Thank you. And you look great too. I just wasn't mentally prepared."

"Were you nervous too?"

"Nervous? No, I have no reason to be. We've hung out plenty of times." Jin smiled winningly, pretending there wasn't a hurricane of nerves in his chest.

"Oh, right." Namjoon frowned slightly. "But I want this to be more than those times. I want this to be a real date. It is, right?"

Jin wasn't prepared for this. They'd already agreed that it was a real date and Jin had just made Namjoon doubt himself.

"Yes it is. I just meant, we already know each other so well, there's no need to be nervous. Right?" Jin tried to fix it, setting the glass of flowers on the table. He'd have to look up his to care for them when he got home.

Namjoon reached for his hand. "I think it's okay to be a little nervous."

* * * * *

They drove in a relative silence until they parked in the Musical History Museum's parking garage. Jin looked around curiously and Joon got out of the car and opened Jin's door. He held out a hand for Him to take.

"I know you're probably confused, but trust me. I have it all planned out." His dimpled smile made yet another appearance and Jin couldn't help but take Namjoon's hand and hold it .

He was led inside and through the bag check and ticket area, stopping only to don the bracelets Namjoon had bought earlier and show them to the security guard. The guard nodded once and Namjoon was back to pulling Jin along. Past displays and information plaques for instruments Jin had never heard of and ones he had. People were filtering out of the museum, it seemed to be closing. And Jin decided to voice this observation.

"Joon, isn't it closing? It looks like everyone's leaving."

"Well yes it is, but that doesn't matter. Trust me okay?"

Jin managed a laugh as he followed the younger up a flight of stairs and down one last hallway. It led to a grand set of double doors, a dark heavy wood, polished to gleaming.

Namjoon let go of Jin and walked ahead of him, throwing both doors open wide. Jin was left to take in the room alone. It looked as though one of the museum's banquet halls had been completely emptied save a small table that was draped in a pretty tablecloth. More flowers, the same type as his bouquet, dotted the cloth, no stems, just buds. Joon pulled out a chair and gestured for Jin to take a seat.

"Joon. I know you said to trust you. But." Jin took a deep breath. "Did you do the cooking?"

Joon bent over laughing, shaking his head furiously as he took his own seat across from Jin. "I would never put either of us through that. I bought us fancy take out from this cafe I like."

Jin quirked an eyebrow, leaning forward. "Do you have any proof its good?"

"I think you'd trust the chef. I mean, it was your cafe." Joon winked.

"You con!"

"What!" Joon choked out.

"I was tricked! Duped! Into cooking for our first date!" Jin railed, waving his finger around in the air. "Do you think you can distract me with all these flowers, Mr. Professor? Think again!"

"Actually, I was going to distract you by asking you to dance with me." Joon tugged nervously at his ear and pulled his glasses up by the cable temple.

Jin froze in surprise, bringing his arm down slowly. "That could work." He smiled sheepishly. "But I'm not much of a dancer."

Joon smiled back, showing his killer dimples yet again. "Neither am I."

MUAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA I HOPE THIS IS GOOD IM GONNA CONTINUE IT DONT WORRY ITS NOT GONNA BE THE LAST OF NAMJINS DATE AND THEN SMTH ELSE IS COMING WOOOOOOOOOOOOO RANDOM BURST OF INSPIRATION CUZ SM1 JUST SPAMMED ONE OF MY BOOKS WITH VOTES AND THAT GETS ME ALL FIRED UP ALSO IM RUNNING ON LESS THAN 5 HOURS OF SLEEP SO ITS ALL GOOD  I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH KEEP BEING WONDERFUL YOU'S

KAY BYE <3