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Jin looked around the luxurious restaurant and sighed. This second date already seemed nearly perfect. The man in front of him was charming, cute and tended to respond to his winks with finger hearts.
As far as Jin was concerned, Namjoon was a big fat liar. Of course, you could fall in love after three meetings. They might have met in the most rom-com way possible, with Jin spilling his coffee all over Jimin’s t-shirt, but since the smaller man then called him World-Wide Handsome, flirted with him for full twenty minutes and invited him for another cup of coffee the next day, Jin could probably get over that.
That second coffee date also went swimmingly, and while Jimin seemed oddly nervous and kept glancing around the deserted park every so often, Jin couldn’t help but slowly but surely fall for him hard. The tight jeans that perfectly showed Jimin’s thick muscular thighs and his perfect butt might have been a big factor in that.
And now, a full week after their first meeting, here they sat. The steak was delicious, the sparkling wine just the right amount of sweet and Jimin in a suit was better that any desert. And that included tiramisu. Which in Jin’s food-obsessed brain meant a lot.
They were just enjoying the last drags of their evening coffees, when a young waiter approached them. Jin frowned. He was pretty sure this young man didn’t even come close to their table the whole evening, and he had a really good memory for faces. He hoped nothing was wrong with their dinner or tab.
The young man sent Jin a boxy smile, before lowering his head and whispered something into Jimin’s ear. Jimin suddenly looked worried. Jin felt a bubble of anxiety rise in his chest. Was something wrong? Did Jimin need to leave before Jin managed to invite him over to spend the night after he went through all the trouble to throw out Namjoon to have the flat for himself and clean it up from top to bottom? Jin pouted. That would be unfair. Then again, if something serious happened with Jimin, he will need to stop thinking with his dick. He took a deep breath to centre himself and sent a reassuring smile to Jimin over the table.
Just then, the waiter straightened up and left with another boxy smile and a murmured “Enjoy the rest of your evening” in a surprisingly deep and soft voice.
Jimin seemed to be in deep thought for a little while, before sending a bright smile over to Jin. “Handsome, would you mind if I went out for a bit to take a phonecall? Have a desert and I will be back in a little bit.”
Jin grinned, feeling relieved. It was probably something work-related and not serious enough for them to part just yet. The fact he cleaned the bathroom won’t be for naugh! “Sure, Sweetheart. Try to hurry though, I had hoped to have something sweeter for tonight’s desert.” As Jimin was getting up, Jin made a point to very obviously check out his ass. And then laughed loudly as Jimin violently blushed and hurriedly left.
As he watched Jimin leave, he noticed him meet up the waiter by the back entrance. He shrugged and took out his phone. It was probably nothing.
He idly dialled Namjoon’s number and waiter for a few moments, until his friend picked up.
“Hey, hyung. What’s up? Everything going ok with the date?”
Jin grinned. “Yep. He’s in a suit and looks more delicious than the very expensive steak he invited me for.”
Namjoon chuckled. “Ok, that’s good to hear. I take it you’re calling to tell me not to show my face before ten tomorrow?”
“Exactly. I knew I raised you well, my dear dongsaeng. You are a smart boy.”
He could basically hear Namjoon rolling his eyes. “While it’s alright to take out the raising line on Jungkook, I don’t think it applies to me that well, hyung. But ok. Be safe, alright? Call me if anything happens?”
Jin idly looked around the restaurant again, drumming his fingers on the table top. “Of course, you worrywart. And they call me the mother of the group. You at Jungkook’s then?”
“Yeah. He says hi, by the way.”
Suddenly, as Jin was watching, two men in suit vaguely similar to Jimin’s got up from their table and headed to the back entrance with ominous looks on their faces. One of them was pressing his hand to his ear in a tell-tale sign of somebody being a secret agent from the movies. Jin gulped, but tried to tell himself it was nothing. They were probably some kind of bodyguards for the VIP guests in the private salon. The entrance as somewhere that way, right?
“Well, tell him I say hi right back. Oh, by the way, I don’t think you need to pretend to sleep on the couch this time, it’s a waste of clean sheets. Just admit to yourself, you’re going to end up in the same bed anyway too.” He added a nervous chuckle at the end, not quite able to keep the irrational anxiety out of his voice. It was surely nothing, why is he feeling like something terrible is going to happen?
Namjoon must have sensed something was wrong, because he shushed the whining Jungkook in the backround. “Is everything okay, hyung? Should we come pick you up?”
Jin was just about to tell him not to bother, when a loud crash sounded from the kitchens. Everybody, who ever worked in a kitchen of a restaurant knew, that accidents happen and the loud noise is sometimes inevitable, though not very professional. Everyone, who ever worked in a kitchen of a restaurant could also very easily recognize the sounds of various things falling and breaking. This wasn’t one of them. This was a sound of a fight.
At least, that’s what your overactive imagination is telling you it is, his mind filled in, as he ended the call with an increasingly worried Namjoon and got up to check it out. Sure, if it was nothing, he could get thrown out of the restaurant and fined heavily for trespassing, but he wouldn’t forgive himself, if it was something serious and he didn’t make sure.
He sneaked by the kitchen, briefly checking the inside to make sure the sound really didn’t come from there, and after seeing the usual hustle and bustle (with nobody looking worried or even interested in what the hell was happening), he continued towards the back entrance.
As he was nearing the heavy door, the sounds of a fight were louder and louder. Jin gulped. This didn’t sound good at all. He quickly looked around and noticed a pile of various old things, obviously waiting to be thrown out in specialised bins. He was never so grateful for the extra needed hassle to send some things to special recycling places, as when he noticed an old frying pan with a small hole in the bottom. He picked it up, and thus armed slowly and carefully made his way towards the door.
The steel door was surprisingly heavy, but cracked open, so he didn’t have to worry about a lock. Outside, chaos reigned.
Jimin, the waiter and the two suited men stood back to back in the small alley and were fighting a small army of masked ninja-like persons, Jin until this point honestly thought existed only in bad action movies.
Using a complicated kick with a turn, that made him look like he was flying for a few moments (honestly, Bruce Lee needed to step up his game), Jimin landed a few steps away from the door and noticed Jin peeking through the door. He looked worried for a few moments, before winking at him and turned around to throw another ninja into another two attacking one of the suit-guys in a move Jin last saw in Shrek the movie.
Jin squeaked and turned to close the door. It seemed the secret agents had everything in firm hands. Only then did one of the attackers notice him and threw himself towards him and the door. Seriously, this looked more and more like a bad James Bond movie with every second.
Apparently, Jin’s reflexes weren’t as bad as Jungkook liked to claim. In the split of a second the guy was speeding his way, Jin managed to let go of the door, grip the frying pan with both hands and swing it hard in the general direction of the ninja.
The pan made a satisfying gong-like sound, as it hit the guy’s head, and Jin could only numbly watch, as his attacker went down.
On the other side of the small street, the fight seemed to calm down as well.
While the smaller of the suited men was kicking the crap out of one of the squealing ninjas and demanding to tell him, who they were working for, Jimin grinned at Jin widely and skipped towards him across the black-clad bodies of the other attackers strewn over the ground. His suit didn’t seem to have a single wrinkle on it.
“Handsome! That was amazing! You have quite the swing!”
Jin could only nod, still staring wide-eyed at the waiter duck-taping the ninjas into groups of three and moving them towards a differently coloured square of concrete by the bins.
“Oh, don’t worry about Taehyung, he just needs to get them ready before we take these rascals down to compound. It’s going to be done in a moment, and then we can return to our dinner.” Jimin tried to assure him after he noticed the direction of Jin’s stare.
“R-right. I cleaned the bathroom and everything.” Was all Jin’s brain managed, as it was slowly waking up after the adrenaline shot. He just broke a frying pan over a dude’s head! A dude dressed like a ninja, while his potential boyfriend went all Jackie Chan on those suckers. What’s happening?!?
Jimin must have noticed his rising panic, because he quickly grabbed Jin by his shoulders to stop him from sinking down by the wall and turned quickly towards the rest of his companions.
“Yoongi-hyung, Hoseok-hyung, can you help Taetae with the rest of clean-up? I think I need to take Jin somewhere else…”
The taller guy grinned. His smile was nicely heart-shaped. “Sure. It’s your night off anyway. Take him to the salon.”
As Jin was slowly led towards another heavy steel door across from the kitchen, this one with a card-scanner and a touch pad, which Jimin used to put in a long, complicated code, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. A quick look on the screen confirmed, that it’s from Namjoon, his phone boasted of total 15 missed calls and three messages from him. Jin swallowed and pocketed the phone again. This would have to wait.
The salon looked more like a conference room from some futuristic film. Jimin sat him in one of the seats and went to get him a glass of water.
“So… You might have guessed, that… I’m not a business man.”
Jin send him an incredulous look. “No shit!”
Jimin gave an uncomfortable laugh. “You see, we are a very secretive government organization. I really shouldn’t be telling you this, but…”
“Then don’t tell me!”
“…you’re really really hot, so I decided to tell you anyway!”
“You really don’t have to, I’m going to end up dead this way, and I really don’t like being dead, I need to try all of the snickers flavours before that, and they just put out a wasabi line and-“
“Nope, I already decided. Don’t worry, I will protect you.” Jimin winked at him and send him his (by this point) customary finger-hearts.
Jin whined for a bit, but after a long moment of contemplation, shrugged. Oh, what the hell. The ass was worth it.
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Outtake:
Namjoon and Jungkook quickly ran out of the taxi and headed into the swanky restaurant, wildly looking for their friend. Just then, two men in black suits came out of the direction of the kitchen and headed towards an empty table. When they spotted the duo in old hoodies and comfy sweatpants, sticking out in the sea of cocktail dresses and suits like a sore thumb, the taller one grinned.
“Hey, I know you! You’re that little hacker!” And headed towards them. Jungkook grabbed onto Namjoon’s sleeve.
“Hyung, we need to leave now!”
Namjoon took a worried step back, but unfortunately, the two probably-agents were too close for them to run. “What did you do, Jungkook?”
The smaller snorted. “He only hacked into our database a few weeks ago. What, you didn’t think we would notice?”
Jungkook squeaked. “They’re crazy, Hyung. Bullet-curving, no-parachute jumping, poisonous darts in watches crazy. We need to go!”
Namjoon blinked. What the hell did they get themselves into this time?!?