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.”
