They say when you first start dating someone you go through a honeymoon phase. I think perhaps our honeymoon phase was rather disturbed by six nosey boys who constantly wanted to know what was happening.

"I just think you're moving a bit fast," Jimin bitched over FaceTime as I was getting ready for a date with Namjoon - our first official one, "What if all he wants from you is sex?"

"Jimin, I love you, but you are the biggest hypocrite I've ever met," I replied, slipping on a red satin dress, "All you've done for the past year is want sex from me."

That seemed to silence him for a while as I straightened my hair and tried to calm the nerves in my stomach. I had spent time with Namjoon 24/7 when we were on tour, but I barely knew who he was. All I had access to were the parts he had allowed me to see.

"How do I look?" I asked, smoothening the front of the dress to which Jimin wolf-whistled and began to give a detailed account of why my ass looked great in it.

Turning to the mirror, I had to admit that I did look pretty good. I felt like I was 16 again, waiting before my first date, desperately checking to see if my appearance looked okay.

(This is the dress - fun fact: it's also the dress I've ordered for prom!)

"Jimin who are you FaceTiming? I'm leaving in a moment so I need to borrow your key-"

Namjoon froze in the middle of the room when he saw me on the screen, and for some reason it made me feel like a bride being viewed before her wedding day. Despite the fact that Jimin was still present, it felt like it was just the two of us.

"I'll talk to you later [Y/N]," Jimin was a saviour in that situation, neither of us ready yet to converse with each other, and turned off the call.

Calming myself down, I took a few more deep breaths before leaving my apartment. As much as I wanted to go into this meeting like we were strangers, there was too much history to ignore. Too many feelings which clouded my vision.

As much as I wished we could go to a normal restaurant like any other couple, when you're going on a first date with a global megastar it's not that easy. And so I found myself at the impressive metal gates of a gated community where Namjoon owned an apartment. There was something quite unnerving about the prospect of being alone with him with our clothes on, talking like proper adults.

I was escorted to the right floor by a butler who looked like he hadn't slept in days, and I paused before knocking on the door in front of me. It took a moment before I heard the clicking of the door opening, and I found the nerves in my stomach tighten their grip on me.

But then I saw his face.

And all those nerves seemed to wash away at the sight of his smile. His beautiful sandy blonde hair was neatly styled, and he was wearing a suit that fit him beautifully. It was almost a sight as glorious as him without the clothes on.

"Can I get you any wine - we have every type because I wasn't sure what type you would like!" he said, fiddling with the hem of his blazer rather than meet my eyes, "Also I hope you like steak - Jin said you did - because I kind of got someone to make it for us. It's nothing big really..."

He was cut off by my gasp at the room in front of us. The lights had been dimmed and everything was covered in a warm red glow from the candles which were scattered around the room. In the middle of the room was a table, surrounded by a carpet of rose petals.

"It's a bit cliché and cheesy," he whispered, noticing how wide my eyes had become, "But I thought I owed it to you."

"You don't owe me anything," I replied, placing a finger under his chin so that he would finally meet my gaze, "All I ask is for a chance to get to know you."

I watched as his facial features seemed to relax at my words, and like the gentleman he was he pulled out my chair from the table. At least that's what he aimed to do, but in the process he managed to knock over the chair, a lamp, and blow out at least three candles.

Suppressing my laughter, I took my seat opposite him and we began to speak about the other members. This was safe ground for both of us because we both loved those six boys with our whole hearts. Namjoon filled me in on Jungkook's new relationship with an American girl, how Jimin and Jin were constantly playing Taylor Swift and how it was driving his head in, and how Hoseok couldn't stop talking about Drake. Apparently Taehyung was completely the same.

"And what about you?" I asked between eating some of the most succulent steak of my life.

"Me?" he replied with a surprised look on his face, "I'm busy...but happy. I can't help but feel something is missing."

If my heart hadn't fluttered enough that night, it skipped a few beats at the way he seemed to stare straight into my soul with his words. Breathless, I turned back to my food and we continued to speak like casual acquaintances until both our plates were finished.

"That was absolutely delicious," I commented as the butler took away our meal, and I proceeded to chug the remainder of my drink.

"I think I know something tastier," he mumbled, placing a strong hand on my thigh beneath the table.

I almost spat out my wine.

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IS THIS WHAT IS TASTY IN BUSAN???

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