I just received my hyyh pt. 2 album so I decided to do an update! Yay. Lol. I also got Jungkook's pc! Hahaha. Thirty minutes before your date and you haven’t gotten out of the shower. Normally, it does not take you a long time to take a bath but now you seem to enjoy every drop of water on your skin and the scent of your mint shampoo. You don’t know why you are taking so much time to finish. Maybe you are just wasting time, not really wanting to go… OR… you are taking this date seriously and actually preparing for it. Definitely not the second option. You arrive at the fancy restaurant. You can smell from the outside the expensive dishes offered. Your original plan is to be present whole throughout the date because you know that your mom is not really joking this time, and you do not want her to be upset- or more like, you do not want her to visit you again in your dorm or anywhere in the university just to nag you for another date. I just have to make him not like me. You said to yourself, still wandering at the front door of the restaurant. You finally step inside, scents of delectable foods that you will never know the names flooding your nose. You inhale, taking all those delicious scents and also preparing yourself for the event that is about to happen in few minutes. Scanning the surroundings, you feel so out-of-place. Businessmen and businesswomen, couples, families… all these people are out of your league, considering the types of clothes they are wearing and the foods presented on their table. Of course, they won’t be here in this restaurant if they are not loaded. You are pretty sure that your date is on the same table where you had your other dates so you head towards it without hesitation. As you walk, you can already see the back of the person occupying a seat from the usual table. You glance first at your watch before getting near the table. ‘About 15 minutes late. Nice start,’ you say to yourself. “Hi,” you greeted the guy, smiling, he looks at you. He flashes a smile to you as well. But the smiles on your faces change in an instant when recognition kicks into both of you. You gasp, but you are the first one to recover. “I’m sorry I must have gotten to the wrong table,” you quickly say, turning your back at him. But before you can totally leave him, he speaks, “I’m afraid that you are actually at the right table.” For the second time, you scan the other tables, noticing that there is actually no table with a guy waiting. You look back at him, he seems relax now compared to earlier, when you two both see each other for the first time. You sit down, uncomfortably settling yourself and your things. Of all people, why must it be someone I know? An awkward atmosphere starts to envelope you both. “So you are my date right now? Interesting,” he casually says, looking at the menu. You jerk