Date Night || Yoonmin One-Shot

Date Night

"I had a really nice time tonight," Yoongi said, offering Jimin a small smile. He never quite knew how to end any of the dates he went on, whether bad or good. It always got awkward when it came to leaving. Usually he didn't mean it. Usually the dates were terrible, but this had been a truly pleasant surprise. He wished he had a way to convey that to Jimin, but showing enthusiasm wasn't his strong point.

Jimin hummed softly, an answering smile breaking out brightly across his face. "Yeah, me too. It's been lovely."

Yoongi glanced around the bar, startled by the realisation that it was almost empty. How long had they been there? It felt like only five minutes had passed.

Automatically, he tried to push down the urge to laugh foolishly at Jimin's words. It's been lovely. Yoongi liked that. And he wanted Jimin to know he liked that, so why was he trying not to smile? He should smile. What if Jimin thought he wasn't that into him?

He opened his mouth.

Jimin pushed away from the bar, sighing as he slid off the stool and stretched his legs. Yoongi watched, a little mesmerised by Jimin's hands running through his hair, tidying it.

Jimin's eyes flickered in his direction, and Yoongi hastily ducked his head. His heart was beginning to jump unevenly. It was an end of date ritual, anticipation and anxiety for what was to come next. Or what might come next if Jimin hadn't been put off by Yoongi's... well... anything. How was he supposed to know what might make Jimin uninterested?

"Hey," Jimin said, fingers skating over Yoongi's shoulder. "You coming?"
Yoongi nodded, easing himself off the stool. The street outside was cold, but Yoongi's body was fuzzy from the whiskey he'd been sipping. He sucked in a lungful of city air. Spicy street food, freshly cut grass from the park not far away, Jimin's perfume, a heavenly burst of fragrance. He turned to Jimin, again opening his mouth to speak, and found Jimin gazing at him.

Yoongi looked down at his shoes quickly.

Jimin giggled, inching closer. "So... where do we go from here?" Soft fingers touched Yoongi's hand. "Feel like sharing a cab or do you think we'd sit in awkward silence the whole ride?"

Yoongi bit back another smile and cursed himself. Just let it happen. What did his body have against him showing people he liked them? He squeezed Jimin's fingers. "How far away is your place?"

Jimin's eyebrows went up, his smile widening. "Not far... why?" Teasing.

Yoongi gestured at nothing in particular. "I could walk you home. If you're okay with me knowing where you live."

"I think I'm okay with that," Jimin murmured. He stepped back until their arms were stretched between them, the only thing linking them, the delicate hold they had on each other's fingers. He tugged gently, jerking his head. "It's this way."

Yoongi fell into step beside Jimin, still holding his hand, but now at a complete loss for words. He kept his eyes on his feet, kept his head bowed.

Two minutes passed. It wasn't uncomfortable. not exactly. but he should be talk--

"You're quiet," Jimin observed, swinging their linked hands slightly. "Run out of things to say?"

Yoongi snorted softly, shaking his head. Yeah, he'd totally run out of things to say.

"When I drink, you get about four hours of me being loud and fun. Then I... just get quiet," he said, trying to sound apologetic. "At least, that's what my friends say."

"Sounds like your friends are smart people," Jimin said, bumping his shoulder against Yoongi's.

Yoongi breathed, told himself to smile properly. "I don't know if you'd be saying that if you met them."