"It's fine. I was just a little worried about you. Those messages were pretty weird."
"Thank god. Yeah, sorry about that."
"So you don't have a boyfriend?" He asks carefully.
"Of course not. I have not even thought about getting one." I respond, undoubtedly.
"Good to know." He says and chuckles. "By the way, lunch next week. What restaurant are we going to?"
"I'm feeling Italian. You pick the place."
"Alright, goodnight Y/N."
"Goodnight Namjoon."
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I pull up to the Olive Garden parking lot and I am very perplexed.
When I said an Italian restaurant I didn't mean this.
I get out of the car and walk towards the entrance. I look inside to see if Namjoon is in there. He isn't, but I also notice how crowded it is inside.
I should go in and ask for a table.
I walk up to the hostess and she looks up to greet me.
"Good afternoon and welcome to Olive Garden. How many are sitting at your table." She asks.
"Table for two please and if you could, can you make it a booth?"
"Yes ma'am that's not a problem." She says, clicking a few buttons. "That will be a thirty-minute wait."
I nod and go back outside. There's no sitting room in the waiting area so I walk up to my car and get in. I take out my phone and call Namjoon.
*Me*
-Wow
-The flawless and punctual Namjoon is late for lunch.
-Guess I know who's paying today.
*Namjoon*
-I'm sorry.
-I was held up at office
-Not to mention the awful traffic.
*Me*
-Namjoon, it's cool.
-To be honest there's a wait anyway.
*Namjoon*
-How long?
*Me*
-Only 30 minutes.
*Namjoon*
-I'll be there in 15.
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FanfictionKim Taehyung is a young man who desperately wants to save his laundromat. Y/N is a lawyer with a dark past. Namjoon met y/n through a stroke of fate. Is business the only thing that will tie them together? What will become of them? TW// mature lang...
