Y/N POV + 

“Here goes nothing,” I murmured, taking a deep breath as I stepped into PJ’s Cafe. The place was bustling, a familiar wave of caffeine and chatter washing over me. My gaze swept the room, searching for a familiar face. + 

“Hi Jimin!” I waved, spotting my friend behind the counter. He was deep in the lunch rush, his focus laser-sharp. He didn’t react, didn’t even glance up. I sighed, a small frown tugging at my lips. He was always working so hard. + 

Then, my gaze landed on *him*. Standing with his back to me, radiating an aura of… well, *fine*. A wide smile stretched across my face. This was it. My blind date. + 

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HIS STATS: + 

TALL, DARK & HANDSOME: + 

* Age: 33 * Height: 6’1” * Build: Slim * Complexion: Golden Bronze * Eyes: Black * Hair: Honey Blonde * Occupation: Business Owner * Status: Homeowner, Divorced, No Children + 

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He was sitting at a table for two, a tight grip on his handbag. I walked towards him, a hopeful grin plastered on my face. + 

Wow. He was even more striking up close. *Fine* from behind, and even more so now. I smirked. He was… fire. I’d have to thank my dad later for setting me up with this one. + 

My dad was relentlessly trying to marry me off before I turned thirty, constantly arranging blind dates. A little exhausting, but… maybe this one wouldn’t be so bad. + 

“Hello, are you Namjoon?” I asked, trying for a timid smile. + 

“Yes, can I help you?” he replied, his tone flat. I wrinkled my brow, confused by his odd response. + 

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” I said, offering a brighter grin. He scanned me from head to toe, his eyes widening in what looked like shock. + 

Not sure if that was a good thing or not. + 

“Oh, uh… yes. Hello Y/N,” he said, shaking my hand. He sat down. “Well, uhm… It’s nice to meet you.” He offered an insincere, half-smile. + 

“You too,” I said, returning the grin. + 

“Ahem… I took the liberty of ordering you a café latte before you got here,” he cleared his throat, taking a sip of his Americano. + 

“Thank you. I appreciate that,” I replied. *Thoughtful.* Yes, I liked this. I thought to myself. + 

Just then, Jimin appeared, placing a drink on our table. He also set down a plate of cookies. + 

“The cookies are on the house,” he said with a grin, winking at me as he walked away. He turned and gave me two thumbs up. Namjoon, facing the other direction, didn’t notice. Jimin was such a supportive friend. I smiled, thinking of him. + 

Namjoon and I sat in awkward silence for a minute, avoiding eye contact, until I broke the ice. + 

“So, Namjoon, I know you’re a business owner. What kind of business is it?” I asked, taking a bite of a cookie to calm my nerves. + 

He looked at me with a blank expression. + 

“Music,” he said, turning to stare out the window. + 

I followed his gaze. Nothing but cars driving by. *Figure.* + 

“Well… that sounds exciting. I play guitar and write songs. Seems we have something in common,” I offered, sipping my latte. + 

“I suppose we do,” he mumbled, looking at his drink, then back out the window. Another awkward silence descended. + 

I broke it again. + 

“So, where did you grow up?” I inquired. + 

“Ilsan-gu,” he said, his tone annoyed. He then turned around in his seat to wave Jimin down. I thought maybe he wanted to change his drink. He wasn’t touching it. Jimin walked over to see what Namjoon needed. + 

“Sir, would you please get me the check? I’m ready to pay,” he said coldly. Jimin and I exchanged confused glances. + 

Jimin: “Yes sir, I’ll be right back.” He hurried off to get the check. Namjoon thanked him, then turned back to face me. He accidentally knocked his drink over with his arm… right onto my lap. + 

“Oh no! Ouch… sooo hot!” I yelped, jumping out of my chair. + 

“Oh my goodness. I am so sorry,” he apologized, reaching for napkins. + 

“Thank you, but I got it,” I stopped him, his hands getting too close to… well, *everything*. + 

“OK, here’s your drink and more napkins.” He wasn’t watching where he was going, and spilled MY drink on my white blouse. Now you could see right through to my bra. Embarrassing. + 

Jimin returned with the check. Namjoon handed him cash without even glancing at the total and walked away… fast. No goodbye, no wave, no look back. + 

I stood there, stunned. What a disaster. + 

Jimin put his hand on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze. + 

“It’s OK, Y/N. He was a jerk.” + 

LATER THAT EVENING - Y/N POV + 

I stopped by my parents’ house on the way home and recounted my date from hell to my mom. + 

“I wish your dad would leave you alone and stop trying to set you up,” she rolled her eyes. + 

“I know. I’ll meet someone nice eventually. I’m not desperate. Well I am going home. I am going to say hi to dad before I leave.” I walked toward my dad’s office. + 

DAD’s POV - ON SPEAKERPHONE WITH NAMJOON + 

“Oh, so how did the date go?” + 

Namjoon- On The Phone: “Awful. You didn’t tell me she was sooo uh… large.” He sighed heavily. + 

DAD : “Well, I knew you wouldn’t go out with her if you knew THAT ahead of time. But I know that once you got to know her, you would have liked her. She is independent and successful. Plus, she has a really pretty face.” + 

Namjoon- On The Phone: “NO thank you. I’m sure she is a nice person, but… ISSA. NO. FROM. ME.” + 

***CLICK*** + 

That’s when Y/N walked in and waved. + 

My eyes widened. + 

Did she hear what just happened??? + 