AN:
I realized I forgot to do dedications in the last two chapters!!!
Also there were more people I wanted to give dedications to in DOF but ran out of chapters, so I'll put them in here ig 😂
This chapter is dedicated to @iwillwrite22 , Thank you for everything 💜
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Jimin first person pov:
The small gold bell attached to the doorframe rings softly as I step inside the coffee shop and wiggle my cold fingers around inside my pockets from the winter air of Seoul.
The soft sweet smell of orange hits my nose and I smile behind my mask that the familiarity of the quiet place. I have come here more times than I can count over the years. With the wide windows, comfy chairs, and shelves of books, it's the perfect place to hide away and read for a little bit during a break and located in such a place that I'm not likely to be recognized as long as I keep to the back and slip my mask on if anyone comes over.
Nodding politely to the owner who stands behind the counter making coffee, I see her smile in return and then slip down the isles and behind the towering bookcases to my usual spot with my book clutched in my hand in the deep pocket of my winter coat.
My shoes making gentle resounding thuds on the clean wooden floor as I go, I make my way past other tables and corners and avoid the few others in here, till I get to the back nook and plop down in one of the two cushy chairs by the window.
The second chair sits opposite to this one by the window, not facing the other but somewhat angled at each other. There's nothing wrong with it or anything particularly different about it from the one I always take, but for some reason, I never sit in it. It has this odd feel about it as if it weren't really empty at all but rather waiting for the right person to fill it, and it makes me wonder if there's someone else who comes here to sit alone but whom I always miss by chance.
Either way, I spare the empty spot a glance as I make myself comfortable in my chair and unbutton the front of my coat now that I'm out of the wind, and pull my book out of my pocket, settling it down in my lap to finally finish the story.
But between our busy schedules and the fact that most of our free time doesn't actually give me much freedom for personal things, I don't get much time to read besides late at night when I should be sleeping or when driving to a new location. Not that I mind too much, I'm used to it, and I don't complain, but whenever I get the chance, I'll try to come here and relax in the solitude I always can find here.
Still, I keep my phone on in my pocket in case any of my band members message or call me.
My ears tingling at the sound of approaching footsteps, I keep my mask on but smile with my eyes as the owner comes over with a steaming cup of spiced cider and sets it down on the table between the two chairs with a smile.
"Thank you, Ajumma," I say behind my mask.
"Take care of yourself in this cold weather. I wouldn't want to lose my best customer to a winter cold," she replies with a slight shake of her head.
The truth is I almost never get to come here, and she knows it, but somehow past my mask, desire to stay in the back, and not giving her any information about me, she's become fond of me and we've developed a relationship of sorts: no questions, no grudges. And it seems to be working just fine.
"Yes, Ajumma." I nod my head and smile with my eyes as she gives me a satisfied nod and leaves again.
Once her footsteps fade away, I tug down my mask to my chin and take a small sip of the seasoned nectar tea and fight back a hum as the sweet juice floods through me with a delicious warmth.
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