Yoongi does his best not to be nervous.
He hasn't been on a date in years. The only people he ever goes out with are Seokjin and Jimin, and he's only met Taehyung once, but he couldn't really come up with an excuse to turn this down without sounding like he flat-out didn't want to go. And he didn't want to give Taehyung that impression. He's nice, for an alpha. Interesting to talk to. Cute. For an alpha.
Yoongi paces in front of the restaurant door, trying to work up the nerve to go inside. He'd texted Taehyung when Seokjin dropped him off at the boardwalk, but that was fifteen minutes ago. He didn't want Taehyung to think he'd been stood up, but he just...
It'll be fine. He'll be fine. He can do this.
Sucking in a deep breath and steeling his nerves, Yoongi pulls the door open and crosses the threshold. No turning back now.
It doesn't take long to spot Taehyung. He's so unbelievably handsome, even at a distance. Fluffy golden blonde hair, big eyes, pouty lips. Yoongi feels plain in comparison, like he isn't pretty enough to be seen with an alpha like Taehyung. But Taehyung didn't ask another omega, he asked Yoongi.
He lifts his head as Yoongi approaches, something like relief washing over his face. Yoongi immediately feels guilty for making him wait. The other two Taehyung is sitting with shift their attention to him as well, and Yoongi has to wonder if either of them are people Jimin might have mentioned to him before. He feels like he recognizes the reddish-blonde omega from somewhere, but can't place him.
Taehyung gets up and politely pulls out Yoongi's chair for him to sit down—an odd gesture he can't help being touched by. He didn't think gentlemanly alphas existed anymore; they were just an archaic thing lost to time. Yoongi takes his seat, vaguely wishing he could melt into the floor.
"Sorry I'm late," he mutters. "Been a while since I've been to the boardwalk."
Taehyung just nods, sliding him a menu. "It's alright."
"You're Jimin's friend, aren't you?" the omega asks. "I think I've seen you a few times at the bookstore."
The light clicks in Yoongi's head. This is one of Jimin's coworkers. He already knew someone in connection with Jeongguk? That was... interesting. "Yeah, we're friends. You... I can't quite remember your name."
"Dutch," the omega replies. "I'd probably be filed under 'The Pregnant Assistant Manager.'"
Ah, yes, that was it. Dutch. The one who was mated to—
"This is Zodiac, my mate," Dutch continues, motioning to the alpha beside him.
Yoongi level's Zodiac with his gaze, warily taking him in. He's extraordinarily pretty, despite not wearing any makeup. Both Dutch and Zodiac are, but while Dutch has a certain cuteness about him, Zodiac is fine and regal. His septum is pierced, as are his ears—possibly relics from a time when he put more thought into his appearance. But, Yoongi supposes, the most striking features about him are his eyes. One is a warm brown, and the other is a chilly blue.
"Nice to meet you," Yoongi says conversationally. "I've heard a little bit about you from Jimin."
"Good things, I hope," Dutch says. Usually people say that with a laugh, like they're joking, but Dutch doesn't sound like he's joking.
Zodiac slips an arm around his mate and hugs him close, pressing a kiss against his temple. "Who would say anything bad about you?"
Dutch just shrugs.
Taehyung awkwardly clears his throat. "Um," he says to Yoongi, "thanks for, y'know, coming."
"No problem," Yoongi replies. Accepting invitations from mostly-strange alphas for double dates without explanations isn't something he does on the regular, or plans to make a habit out of, but Taehyung sounded a little desperate.
