Joshua: I think you should do it.

Jeonghan: I think you should do it too. And take pictures. And make out. And who knows what else? ;)

Jihoon: You two are so helpful, oh my God.

Jun: Don’t see why a roll in the haystack is anything bad.
Jun: Or in this case, a roll in the movie theatre.

Jihoon: Okay, rule number one guys, I don’t on a first date.

Jeonghan: You’re no fun, kid. How old are you again? Six?

Aron: Are you trying to imply you were rolling in movie theatres when you were seven, little brother?

Jeonghan: No sir. :|

Aron: That’s what I thought.

Joshua: I know exactly when he had his first roll, and who he had it with.

Jeonghan: Don’t snitch!

Joshua: Ah, the power of friendly brotherly blackmail.

Jeonghan: I hate you.

Joshua: You’d marry me.

Jeonghan: You know it.

Jun: Guys, this is not helping Jihoon with his love-life fiasco.

Aron: God, whatever possessed me to create this group chat?

Joshua: Don’t back down from your own ideas.

Jihoon: GUYS. Also, Jun, thanks, but I don’t have a love-life and this isn’t a fiasco?! I’m just asking you guys you’re opinion on whether I should go.

Aron: Well, nobody’s stopping you. After all, he’s an alpha, you’re an omega. It’s a perfect match.

Jihoon: You know, for a ~supportive, loving family~ you guys sure bring it up a lot.

Joshua: That you’re an omega?

Jeonghan: Well you are, aren’t you?

Jun: Oh, God, get over it, you’re 23 already. You’re an omega. Weak and little. It’s okay. There are a lot of omegas out there. Learn to live with it.

Aron: Jun!

Jun: Sorry, Hoonie.

Jihoon: Anyway…

Joshua: I think it couldn’t hurt. You’re free to marry whomever you please. Well, you obviously wouldn’t marry a woman, so it’s either an Alpha or another Omega for you. Do you like him?

Jihoon: I don’t hate him… I barely know him.

Joshua: Not hating him is always a good start.

Jun: Hey Hoonie?

Jihoon: Yes?

Jun: When are you going to lose that ity of yours?

Jeonghan: !!!!!!!!!!

Aron: Jun!! Shame on you!

Jun: It’s just a question, yeesh.

Jihoon: My ity ain’t got nothing to do with you, ya nasty!

Jeonghan: OH MY GOD HE’S RIGHT?
Jeonghan: You’ve never had before?!

Joshua: Don’t be insensitive, dickhead.

Dino: I just woke up. What’s happening?

Aron: Nothing, baby. Don’t scroll up. Don’t re-read.

Dino: Are we talking about hyung’s ity?

Jihoon: I will physically come back to the palace to smack you all, I swear to God.

Dino: It’s okay, nothing to be ashamed about.

Aron: You’re ten.

Dino: So?!

Jihoon: Can we PLEASE get back to the topic at hand?! Do I go out on the date or not?

Aron: Yes!

Jeonghan: Get yourself laid, boy!

Joshua: I think it’ll be nice.

Jun: Go ahead.

Dino: Who are you going out with?

The last time Jihoon had been on a date – well, it was a while ago. And in this case a while ago meant never, really. He wasn’t really sure what was appropriate to wear when the incredibly good-looking alpha from the coffee shop asked you out on a movie date.

He ended up in his good blue jeans, a white button shirt with a grey sweater and his coat. And a dark red scarf. Because it was cold outside and runny noses were not cute.

The movie was an eight-thirty show, but because of the scarf conundrum (red or green?) Jihoon arrived at the venue exactly then. Seungcheol was nowhere to be found, so Jihoon simply walked on ahead after showing his ticket and made his way to his prescribed seat.

Seungcheol was in the next chair, a huge bucket of popcorn on his lap. He grinned when the omega sat with him. “Hey,” he whispered.

“Hey?” Jihoon whispered back in the darkness.

Seungcheol leaned over so his whisper wouldn’t disturb anybody else. “Thanks for coming.” There was a genuine smile in his voice.

Jihoon wasn’t sure how to respond. “…thanks for asking?”

Seungcheol snickered a little and pushed over the bucket of popcorn. “Salty?”

“ yes. Thanks.”

They watched the new Tarzan movie in complete silence: neither muttered a single world throughout, only giving each other vague motions to share the popcorn. When it was over, Seungcheol took off his 3D glasses and smirked at the omega. “You’re really good-looking, even in the darkness. What a pain.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Means it’s harder to watch the screen than you.” He stood up and dusted himself off. “We’d better go before the next movie starts.”

“…right.” It took Jihoon a moment to do the same and walk out.

They both blinked at the bright lights of the theatre, and then blinked again when they got out on the dark street.

“Dinner?” Seungcheol shook his head. “No wait, it’s late. Drinks, then?”

“You want me liquored up?” Jihoon smirked cheekily.

Seungcheol barked a laugh, walking by the omega’s side. “I think you’d be very amusing drunk. But if you like, coffee is good too.”

“Do you know any other good coffee shops?”

“Well, none of them have your exquisite talents to offer,” the alpha grinned back, “but there are a few adequate places I know of.”

The first coffee shop they went to was a little bistro that had very average coffee; after that they decided to go on a mini-coffee tour, trying every coffee shop that stayed open late into the night.

Seungcheol turned out to be a great conversational partner: he was funny, clever, and a great listener as well. He listened patiently when Jihoon talked about coffee – the flavours, the heat, the notes – and talked animatedly about flowers.

“…we’re a pair of saps,” Jihoon muttered over the third cup of coffee.

“We are?” Seungcheol had to grin – it was hard not to do so, when seated in front of the charismatic