Summary: It’s been months – ok, it’s been years – since you last went on a date. And you’re sick of it. Sick of seeing couples kissing and holding hands in the street. Sick of your friends settling down. Sick of everyone buying houses and having families. You’re going to do something about it. You’re going to snap up a man, you’re going to tie someone down, you’re going to finally commit, you’re going to – you’re going to need a bit of advice.
Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre: fluff; angst; smut
Word count: 1.8k
Warnings: Drinking, low self esteem, eventual smut, I think that’s all for this chapter.
Authors Note:I hope you’re enjoying so far, here’s another part!
Jimin’s going to be fuming. He might possibly kill you. But he’s not going to find out, so it’s going to be fine, you reason as you push the pub door open. He knows of this place only because you mentioned it once, but he doesn’t know Priya or Yoongi, they hardly know you and certainly don’t know Jimin, so it’ll be fine, he’ll never know you came here straight after your first date and spoke to these near strangers rather than to him. Plus, you were walking this way home, saw the lights on and thought it would be rude not to come in. It’s nothing to do with Jimin and it’s not like you won’t call him. As soon as you get home you’ll be on the phone to him. He’ll hear all the details and he doesn’t need to know he’s not the first to hear them. He –
“Thatcher’s?”
Your eyes dart to the level voice, dark steady eyes gaze back. Your lips curl before you let out a small ‘yep’. You’ve always wanted to be a regular somewhere, always imagined it would be a coffee shop rather than somewhere serving alcohol, but you can’t help but feel like you’ve ticked something off an imaginary list of life goals by Yoongi knowing your order without you having to tell him.
You watch as he picks up a pint glass, can’t help but watch his arms as he pulls the tap. It’s a sight you’ll never tire of.
“You know, I realised, I don’t actually know your name.”
Summary: It’s been months – ok, it’s been years – since you last went on a date. And you’re sick of it. Sick of seeing couples kissing and holding hands in the street. Sick of your friends settling down. Sick of everyone buying houses and having families. You’re going to do something about it. You’re going to snap up a man, you’re going to tie someone down, you’re going to finally commit, you’re going to – you’re going to need a bit of advice.
Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre: fluff; angst; smut
Word count: 2.1k
Warnings: Drinking, low self esteem, eventual smut, I think that’s all for this chapter.
You’re buzzing as you walk into the pub. It’s been a little over a week since you were last here. You went away and thought about everything they said, talked to your best friend like Priya suggested. He helped set up you up on a dating page, he was actually a tad annoyed you hadn’t come to him sooner, but that was Jimin all over, given half a chance he’ll be annoyed at anything. You’d selected five good pictures, drafted a bio that Jimin had swiftly ‘edited’ aka deleted and rewrote.
You were nervous before but that was nothing compared to the feeling of pressing submit. Fully putting yourself out there to be judged in whatever capacity that might be. You were happy with how you were portraying yourself but that didn’t mean anyone else would agree. You might have no matches, or you could get a handful, all of them not people you would date. Or you could match with someone great and then have to talk to them and potentially meet and that was possibly the scariest outcome.
It’s the joys of dating, Jimin said, it’s scary and awkward but it’s all worth it when you meet someone you like. How is that ever going to happen if you just sit in your flat day and night? Plus, it’s not like you have to actually date every person you match with, you don’t even have to message all of them – though you haveto message some, he emphasised knowing you’d easily use his words against him in the future.
Summary: It’s been months – ok, it’s been years – since you last went on a date. And you’re sick of it. Sick of seeing couples kissing and holding hands in the street. Sick of your friends settling down. Sick of everyone buying houses and having families. You’re going to do something about it. You’re going to snap up a man, you’re going to tie someone down, you’re going to finally commit, you’re going to – you’re going to need a bit of advice.
Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre: fluff; angst; smut
Word count: 2.4k
Warnings:Drinking, low self esteem, eventual smut, I think that’s all for this chapter.
Authors Note: Here’s part one! I hope you enjoy :)
“What do men look for in women?” You say the words as if he hasn’t spoken, eyes firmly on him as if his face may also hold answers you don’t want to miss.
He looks a little taken aback by the question but recovers quickly. You’re not really surprised, you have only just entered this place, don’t even know this man’s name let alone him. It’s not a question you’d normally ask a stranger, in fact, it’s not a question you’d ask anyone but it’s been playing on your mind so much recently that you can’t help but ask.
The cold glass of cider the man poured you a few moments ago is between your fingers. You fiddle with the beads of water perpetrating on the glass waiting for an answer.
“I don’t think there’s just one thing.”
You sigh, deflate in disappointment, eyes falling away from the man as if he’s a lost cause, as if he was really going to give you the answer to a near impossible question. What had you really expected? The answer to life itself? Some simple answer that would solve all your troubles? No, you knew the answer, and yet hearing it said so plainly doesn’t help.
