“You seem excited, hyung,” Taehyung teased from where he was watching Namjoon put his jacket on.
“That’s the understatement of the century, Tae.” Namjoon grinned, feeling giddy. “I’m about to go on a date with a super hot dude who likes bike rides. Do you know how rarely that happens? And I’ve shown you his pictures, you’ve seen how hot he is.”
“You’re right, he is hot,” his brother replied, nodding slowly.
“I am choosing to ignore that I heard that,” Jimin said when he walked out of the kitchen with two glasses of wine.
“Baby, he is hot, you’d agree.” Taehyung laughed quietly and pulled his boyfriend into his lap after he had put down the wine glasses on the coffee table. “Hot in an adorable kind of way? That’s not my type anyway. You’re hot in a sexy kind of way.”
“I will accept that.” Jimin hummed and buried his hands in Taehyung’s hair, pulling him in for another sloppy kiss.
“Kids, I’m gonna leave.” When the couple didn’t react and kept making out, Namjoon let out a loud sigh. “I’m gonna come back home here tonight, you know that. I don’t want to walk in on you because you didn’t make it to the bed. Oh and don’t even try to repeat the bathtub fiasco, because if I’m in the middle of my date with a hot dude and get a call from the emergency room because one of you two almost broke their tailbone again - just don’t. please.”
“Oh, don’t worry, hyung.” Jimin giggled. “We’ve crossed bathtub sex off our list now, we actually-“
“I’m leaving,” Namjoon shouted as he walked out of the apartment, pulling the door shut behind him before Jimin could go over their naughty list for the seventh time. He didn’t need to be scarred right before his date.
Ah, his date.
Now, usually, Namjoon wasn’t much on tinder because everyone knew that was more for hook-ups than serious relationships – and he didn’t mind hook-ups, he really didn’t, but he didn’t like setting hook-ups up, they needed to happen spontaneously. But a few nights ago Namjoon felt awfully lonely after watching Jimin and Taehyung being lovey-dovey all night and decided to just… swipe a little bit. And then he found Jeongguk.
Jeongguk’s tinder bio looked a little like this:
All I want is a handsome, smart guy who agrees that in Mamma Mia Sophie’s real dad is definitely Bill and that Rosie deserved so much better than that asshole cheating on her. Also, if you wouldn’t recreate the lay all your love on me scene with me at a beach in Greece, don’t even dare to swipe right. Apart from that, I would love to take you on bike tours if you’d let me?
(really not in the mood for just hook-ups right now)
Namjoon loved his bike, loved taking rides along the han river, so the possibility of doing that with someone else? That sounded absolutely amazing. Thanks to Taehyung he was also a big fan of Mamma Mia, so that part was also no problem at all.
They matched and stayed up chatting a long time about dogs and travelling and their roommates before they decided to just meet up so they could chat in person. Namjoon hadn’t been this excited for a tinder date in forever. They decided to meet up at a diner that was close to Namjoon’s apartment. He arrived a little early but since it was too cold to wait outside, he already went inside and texted Jeongguk that he’d wait at their table.
Thankfully he didn’t have to wait very long.
He had seen pictures of Jeongguk before, the guy’s tinder profile including three selfies that seemed to have been taken in a car at night with mediocre lighting. They were enough to let Namjoon know that he was stupidly attractive, that he had beautiful big eyes and that he was exactly Namjoon’s type. But seeing him walk towards him in this diner, big smile on his face, Namjoon thought he might actually die from heart palpitations. Goddammit, he was adorable. He was wearing a big black jacket and carrying a big backpack that he immediately shoved under their table.
“Sorry,” he grinned, slipping off his jacket, revealing a black and white striped dress shirt. “I couldn’t find a spot for my bike.”
“Oh, I get that.” Namjoon nodded. “It’s not like you can just lean it against a lantern.”
“Anyway, don’t worry, you aren’t late.”
“I would’ve totally hated myself if I was late to a date with the hottest guy ever.” Jeongguk let out a deep sigh as he pushed his dark hair out of his face, before shooting Namjoon a charming smile. “I’m not even gonna be embarrassed about saying that out loud because it’s true. You’re the hottest guy I’ve been on a date with who doesn’t seem like he’s kind of stupid.”
Namjoon snorted, pushing his round glasses up his nose. “The Seoul dating scene that bad?”
“Oh, yeah and Busan too. Horrible.” Jeongguk shook his head with a grimace. “And a surprising number of Bill-apologists.”
“Sounds awful.” Namjoon nodded and laughed when Jeongguk started giggling as well. “I’m so glad you found me.”
Jeongguk’s nose was all cutely scrunched up. “Me too.”
“Mhm.” Jeongguk nodded quickly. “Yeah, I never thought I’d end up like this, but it’s a really great job honestly. Not sure if that sounds unprofessional but hypnotising people is so fun. I could probably really mess them up, so it’s amazing how much they trust me to help them fix themselves instead.”
“It does sound fun,” Namjoon replied with a mozzarella stick in his hand. “It’s always good when you have fun at your job.”
“What did you do again? Something in a museum?”
The elder nodded. “Yes, I’m a curator.”
“That is so cool.” Jeongguk took a sip from his soda. “And so intellectual, oh my god. Also, I love art, so please for the love of god take me on a personalised tour through your museum.”
“Oh, I’d love to. But I have to warn you, people usually get bored.”
Jeongguk smiled. “I don’t think anything you say could ever bore me.”
Namjoon laughed quietly when he felt his heart skip a beat. Jeongguk was… so adorable. And he seemed so enamoured with Namjoon because this wasn’t just flirting, he could see it in his eyes. This was the beginning of something, something really good. Because Namjoon was sure he had the same kind of heart eyes looking at Jeongguk right now.
“Well, I’ve literally talked my brother to sleep so…”
“No offence, but I think that says more about your brother,” Jeongguk replied with a grin. “Are you close with him? Or your family in general?”
“Oh, yeah he lives with me.” Namjoon smiled, shaking his head. “Or I live with him and his 13 cosplay wigs. And his boyfriend pretty much lives with us as well, so we’re a full house.”
Jeongguk gasped, almost accidentally inhaling his food. “Your brother cosplays?”
A proud smile made its way onto Namjoon’s face. “Yeah, he does. Both he and his boyfriend. I think it’s also why he got into fashion in the first place and Jimin is an amazing makeup artist, they make an amazing team.”
“That sounds so cute, how long have they been together?”
Namjoon hummed in thought as he picked up some fries. “Since they were 13, I think? Yeah, it’s been like 12 years of third-wheeling.”
The younger’s eyes widened. “Woah, that’s a long time. With 13, I wasn’t even aware I like boys.”
“Me neither.” He snorted. “It’s… It’s something else, watching those two. They were so young, they knew they belonged together, and they believed in it. They haven’t stopped believing and it honestly taught me a lot about love and relationships.”
“They sound awesome,” Jeongguk replied and smiled shyly. “I hope I can meet them at some point.”
“I hope so, too.” Taehyung and Jimin would like him. Namjoon may be biased but he knew that the two of them would rope him in and probably steal Jeongguk from him more often than not. They were the youngest in their group of friends, so they’d be ecstatic about a new baby of the group. Namjoon’s baby, maybe, someday – did that sound weird? “Are you close with your family?”
“Well, I don’t live with my brother, but we’re close, I guess, yeah.” Jeongguk laughed to himself.
“Or maybe, I can take you here again?”
Jeongguk bit his lip and smiled brightly, as he fished out his backpack from under the table. “I’d love that.” Namjoon felt his heart stutter for the maybe hundredth time. “Did you come here by bike?”
He shook his head and double-checked that he didn’t accidentally leave his phone on the table. “No, I walked.”
“Oh, I can drive you home then.”
Namjoon laughed and opened the restaurant’s door for Jeongguk. “You don’t have to.”
“It’s no problem, though. You can sit in the back.”
“Ah, I don’t imagine that’s comfortable.” He remembered what it was like when Taehyung’s bike was broken and both of them would ride to school on Namjoon’s. He didn’t think that it somehow got better over the years. “It’s not that far.”
“That’s why I’m saying, I can drive you.” Jeongguk giggled and nudged him with his elbow. He stopped walking, making Namjoon halt as well and look back in confusion. “Come on.” With a grin, Jeongguk nodded towards the parking spot behind him.
Only now, Namjoon noticed the motorcycle behind him.
“Oh god.” Namjoon slowly shook his head, before slapping his forehead. “Oh god, I am so stupid.”
Jeongguk frowned in confusion, a smile on his face. “What’s wrong?”
The elder laughed to himself, not believing his stupidity. “You like going on tours with your bike. Your motorbike.”
“Yes?” He squinted at Namjoon.
“I also like going on bike tours.” He was still laughing. “With my bicycle.”
“Oh.” Jeongguk paused for a second before he was giggling as well. “Oh, I see. I was wondering a little because you’re not a typical biker, but then again, me neither. God, this is hilarious.”
“I guess, that means I am letting you take me home,” Namjoon smiled, Jeongguk grinning in response. Quickly, he handed him his helmet. “What about you?”
“It’s fine, it’s fine. I’ll drive very slowly and carefully.”
Namjoon paused, the helmet halfway on his head. “Tonight is the only time I’m doing this. Because you’re cute. Safety first, safety second, coolness third. No more bike rides without like protection stuff, yes?”
Jeongguk smiled and helped Namjoon put on the helmet. “I promise.” He patted him on the shoulder. “I’ll gift you your own helmet and gear on our next date. Here, you gotta take my backpack.”
“Maybe not that soon,” he mumbled, as he took Jeongguk’s heavy backpack and put it on. He had to admit he was a little wary of motorbikes, just a tiny bit. He trusted Jeongguk, so he climbed on the bike and hugged him from behind – but, boy, if he didn’t feel slightly nervous.
He told Jeongguk where to go and then they were off. Admittedly, Jeongguk was really driving extra slowly, Namjoon could tell. Damn, he was probably faster on his own bike. When he shouted that towards Jeongguk, he could feel the younger’s chest shake with laughter. As much as he was nervous (a tiny bit! Just a little!)… he could imagine a future with more of this, more bike tours, faster bike tours. Yeah, he wasn’t the type to own a motorbike, but maybe… maybe he was the type to have a boyfriend who did. Maybe he was going to fall in love with this sweet, sweet boy whose bike was just a bit faster than Namjoon’s own (normally).
“And we’re here,” Jeongguk singsonged when they had arrived in front of Namjoon’s apartment complex and got off the bike. “That really wasn’t far.”
Namjoon smiled. “I told you.”
“Yeah.” He nodded to himself. “So this is goodbye? For now?”
“Uh, yeah.” Namjoon cocked his head, not being able to suppress his smile. God, Jeongguk was so so adorable and- “Hey, can I ask you a question?”
“Yes, yeah, definitely.”
Namjoon smiled. “Do you kiss on first dates?”
“I-“ Jeongguk giggled, lifting a hand to hide his face behind it. “I mean, I kiss pretty boys who like to go on bike rides.”
Laughing, Namjoon took a step forward and pulled Jeongguk closer by his hips. “Even just with bicycles?”
“Yeah,” Jeongguk breathed, his hand reaching out to cup Namjoon’s face. “Even those.”
“Lucky me, then.” He leaned forward, pressing his lips to Jeongguk’s, not wasting any more time. The younger pressed himself against him and sighed. Namjoon couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. Yeah, he was exactly that type of person.
“You should go upstairs,” Jeongguk said after a few more kisses, his body still pressed against Namjoon. He was smiling up at him, giving Namjoon no reason to leave. “It’s late. This is just… this is just the first date. We have time.”
The elder hummed, furrowing his brows. “I hate that you’re right.”
Slowly, Jeongguk stepped back. “I’ll see you, I’ll text you. I promise.”
“Okay.” He nodded and walked towards the door, before turning to look at Jeongguk. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” Jeongguk’s smile was so bright, Namjoon was sure that he was shining brighter than the stars above. “Sweet dreams.”
Typing in the passcode on the keypad to open the door, Namjoon could only grin. Because Jeongguk was right. This was just the first date. This was just the start.