After getting dropped off a few blocks from his house Jimin hiked the rest of the way. He was a big boy after all with a house key. Plus he couldn't just give away the location of his house to anyone. Wonho told him that daily. That only happened after accidentally revealing the location of their last house to a taxi driver who then sold the information to the press who then surrounded the house for days.
It's not that he didn't trust the older male, it's just that he preferred to not have Wonho angry at him again. That rarely happened but when it did it was one of the scariest things on the entire earth.
After walking the few blocks and getting home he found his friends car in the gated driveway along with Wonho's who shouldn't be home for another three to five hours. The fact that he was home meant that some shit was going down and Jimin wanted no part of it. So he sent the butler a message to throw a fresh pair of clothes out the bedroom window for him to change into.
It took a few minutes for the clothes to go flying out. When they did a head followed "What time will you be home at, Sir." Jimin looked at the time on his phone, counted on his fingers, opened the calculator app and then looked up and shrugged.
He was glad that the clothes the older male threw were casual but not too casual. He changed into them right there, dropping the worn clothes into the bag the new set was given to him in. Then he threw it back up to the window where the other was waiting. The clothes would be washed and put back into his closet. After changing he took off again. Destination unknown, just that he would come back sometime late when he was certain Wonho was asleep. Food was in those plans though.
With a moderate charge on his phone he could go to a store and buy a plug OR he could go to a comic shop or coffee shop and use their plugs for free, minus whatever the coffee would cost him at the coffee shop. They would also have food. Which was in fact a part of his plans mentioned previously. With that in mind he opened an app and typed in the word cafe. A bunch of different options came up. Going to one he already knew would be best but considering the ones he already knew, Wonho also knew them. Being found was not a part of the plan.
He clicked on a random one and started walking. He could call a taxi, but it wasn't too cold so it was a nice afternoon for a walk. The shop was only fifteen minutes away after all. For him however it said it wouldn't take nearly that long as the little walking person with a LGBTQ+ flag had even less time. Considering he was gay. That must mean him. He muttered and kept walking.
While putting his phone into his pocket he touched a soft fabric. Upon pulling it out it was a mask. He was grateful for his butler and pulled the hoops over his ears and then pulled the mask up above his nose. Then he returned to shoving his hands into his pocket and walking at what he considered a moderate speed.
On his walk he nearly fell over after crashing into a slightly taller male. "I apologize." The other male said but it didn't seem as though he meant it much. So Jimin held his head high and kept on walking. He could feel the others eyes on the back of his head before the presence jogged to catch up. "Why are you walking so fast." Jimin looked the male straight in the eye after looking over what he could see of his face as he too was wearing a mask, without joking he said "Cause I'm gay." This left the other shocked for a minute.
Then the other did the stupidest thing ever, "Hi gay, I'm Kim." The dad joke annoyed him. The name didn't surprise him. He also knew there was a ninety percent chance that that wasn't his first name as Kim was a common last name. Speaking of common last names he shrugged Kim's joke off, "Park."
The taller male made it looked like he was confused for a second before retorting, "Park? But just said you were gay!" After getting sick and tired of the dad jokes Jimin picked up his pace and checked his phone to see how far he was. Only five more minutes. Being gay really did have its advantages.
That didn't stop Kim from persisting however. Every time Jimin picked up speed so would he, by the time he reached the shop he was already going at a moderate jog. The whole way there the taller male just kept making dad jokes. Dad jokes that he wished to never hear again.
Upon entering the cozy little shop Jimin noted that there weren't many seats or people to occupy them. There was one couple in the corner and then one person towards the middle. While letting his eyes float over the shop someone behind the counter told him to take a seat wherever he liked. Jimin did just that and sat by the window. Unfortunately for him, his stalker followed suit and sat in the chair across from him. Getting up and changing seats seemed like a good idea, he knew that it would prove futile to do so. So he stayed.
While they stared at one another a female of maybe twenty years of age approached with a mini menu for each of them. Jimin looked over it, one side had drinks and the other had food. It would be an easy choice if so many of the things hadn't sounded great. There was so much to try. He kept flipping it back and forth, making different combinations in his mind about what would go best with what. Midway through his tenth flip a hand came and slowly lowered the menu. Following the fingers from the hand up he met the other males face.
"You should go with the orange juice and the sandwich of the day." Jimin stared at the male, this man didn't even know his interests and yet he was making a decision for him. The best choice was to ask the waitress who had just come back to ask if they were ready to order. "Ma'am, what do you think about the sandwich of the day and the orange juice." She tapped her wrist for a second and then started to wave her hands around while putting all her weight on one foot, with a thoughtful look on her face. "Well, the orange juice is freshly squeezed everyday and the sandwich is made every morning."
That wasn't exactly what he'd meant however it was appreciated. "I'll take that." He smiled under his mask even though it wouldn't be seen and handed the menu off to the woman who then waited or the other male to place an order. And he just so happened to get the same thing.
They stared at each other in silence. Jimin would of loved it if the man sat at his own table. "So Kim, why don't you get your own table." the male across from him looked like he was pondering it more five seconds before he made an aha sound and held up his finger, "Cause you look lonely, Park." Normally Jimin would be highly offended at such a comment but he couldn't be because it was true. He was lonely in a way. Admitting that wasn't an option though, he'd never be left alone then. After all maybe if he made it through this brunch with the man he'd then be left alone and could go hide in a library or something along those lines.
After a few seconds of intense staring they broke eye contact and Jimin pulled out his phone to stare at a blank screen and make it appear as though he was busy doing something. Then he decided to actually open it and look at his messages. Wonho left him about five the night before and three more thirty minutes ago, all asking if he was okay and where he was. Normally he would be flattered at the thought but right now he was just tired and thought nothing of it as he closed his messages and stared at his apps, trying to figure out what to do to pass the time.
After finally deciding to just play piano tiles he sat there groaning every time he missed one or it went by too fast. The game really annoyed him sometimes and the ads killed him as they would pop up after almost every game. They annoyed him so much that he said fuck it and bought the ad removal option. The whole time the other male had been watching him get mad at the game and would silently chuckle.
Somewhere into his gaming the waitress came back and put their stuff down on the table. They exchanged looks as if telling the other to take off their mask first. Neither did however. So Jimin spun around to face the other way where there was another table and put his stuff down there, took off his mask and took a sip of his juice. It made him uncomfortable to have someone watching while he ate. Like maybe he chewed in the wrong way if that was even possible, or he'd stick his tongue out without noticing.
Jimin appreciated the fact that the other male didn't get up and come around to the table he turned to. Instead that ate in silence. He would of loved to say that the sandwich was fantastic, something was off about it though. It was probably the lettuce. It didn't sit right in his mouth. He ate the sandwich as fast as he could without trying to taste the thing and then drank his orange juice to wash down whatever taste he did get from it. The longer he thought on it, the more the lettuce tasted stale in his opinion.
Slipping the hoops of the mask back over his ears and pulling it onto the bridge of his nose, Jimin turned back around to find the other male already done, sitting with his arms crossed. He pulled out his wallet and dropped some money onto the table, including a tip and continued to leave. Just his luck Kim decided to follow him again.
"I'm really not lonely Kim. Don't need you to follow me." This time Jimin had no idea where he was going exactly except for the fact that he was getting further and further from his house with each step that he took. Destination unknown. He would of told the other male to leave him alone if not for the fact that he would of been told no and that he's lonely. If his friends were free he'd call them to show that he was indeed not lonely and was just waiting for his friends. But they'd most likely turn him in once they knew his location and it'd be his husband who came to pick him up, not his friends. They often turned him in when he was trouble and they were caught. Jin especially since he worked for Wonho.
The only other person he could quite possibly think of calling probably wouldn't pick up their phone. They often hated technology after everything didn't work for them. This just lead Jimin to laugh whenever they were together. He could call his new friend the stripper. But he didn't want to bother him. Not when the other could be getting ready for work in a few hours.
So instead he just huffed and continued to watch in silence with the other male next to him. Luck wasn't on his side though as a very familiar car pulled up and stopped right next to them. It was his own car. With tinted windows he couldn't tell who was inside the vehicle but it was better then walking with someone he hardly knew.
"Bye Kim." With that he sat down inside the car after opening the door. Only his driver was inside.
"Take me to the movies."