Let Me Know [ m.y.g ]

03

This morning had I only realised that I had the chance to see this Yoongi guy five times a week every morning. Apparently, the café that he works at is on the way to my shared studio with Minji where we run an art studio.

Yoongi was right. It did rain last night and if he hadn't given me that umbrella then maybe I would have ended up in some stranger's house once again.

I pushed open the same glass door from last night, once again greeted by the sweet aroma in the air. I quickly spotted that familiar ginger mop of hair behind the cash register. He was wearing a grey sweater today with blue ripped jeans. I didn't want to admit it but he looked gorgeous.

"Here's your umbrella." I placed the black umbrella on the counter as his head shot up in surprise. "What are you doing here?" He placed his phone down and stood up from the stool. "I wanted to give you back the umbrella." I shrugged and scanned the chalk-written menu.

"Can I also order a hot caramel macchiato?" I reached down to my purse to get some cash when he shook his hand in front of me. "You can't order. Nothing's available yet." What bullshit is he talking about now?

I glanced back at the open signage hung on the door. "But you said you're open? Shouldn't that mean that people can just come in and place their orders?" He shrugged and chucked his thumb at the door behind him. "Chansoo's orders." Then he went back to scrolling through his phone.

"Alright," I turned around and sat on one of the tables. I watched as he put his phone down once again with a heavy sigh. He made his way towards me and stuffed his hands in his pockets once again. "Tell me," He sucked in a breath and pulled a chair. He flipped it backwards and sat down then placed his hands on the top of the backrest and rested his chin on them. "Why are you here?"

My breath hitched once I realised how close he was to me. Our faces were literally just a few inches far from each other. A smirked graced his face when I moved back further into the booth as I tried to recollect my thoughts once again.

"I-I, the studio I work at is just a few streets down." I managed to get out despite the butterflies that began flying around in my stomach. "Oh yeah? So, what are you? A photographer? An artist perhaps?" Didn't he have to be busy preparing for his shift? "I'm both actually. I paint a lot more though."

The next few minutes were spent by me telling him more about this studio I work at and what it was called. He didn't quite believe me at first but once I told him that I worked at Silenxieux, it somehow worked as some sort of proof.

"You know, two of those paintings on the wall were bought from that place?" He cocked his head to the direction of this painting of a single flower in the middle of the canvas. It was painted in just black paint and nothing else. I remember that night when Minji was being problematic over that painting. It was so simple that she was worried that people would overlook the real meaning and feelings hidden in every stroke.

"Why is it even called Silent?" He suddenly asked, catching me off guard. "I know it's in French but my tongue is fucked up and I don't have a French accent so I'm saving myself from self-humiliation and just say it in English since I'm a baby step better at that." I think that's the longest thing he's ever spoken to me since the morning he told me he wouldn't give me his ramen.

I thought back for a moment as to why we named it that. "Minji and I have always talked about expressing ourselves silently. Personally, I'm not good at expressing how I feel. I'm shit at it." I laughed a little. "So I guess I get to express my anger, hatred, happiness or sadness through my silent paintings and photos."

Later on, Yoongi had to go back to work as costumers started to pile into the store to get their morning coffee. I then quietly made my way out of the café and carried on to walk to the studio. Minji sent me a text that she needed my help to finish this huge painting that she had to be done with by tomorrow evening.

"So, I heard you had a one-night-stand?" She wiggled her eyebrows at me as she practically threw a can of paint at the blank canvas. Solbi being Solbi cropped out the part where I said that I didn't have a one-night-stand. "No, I didn't. Did Solbi tell you this?" She nodded and smothered her hands in paint-her favourite kind of painting style.

"It's okay, Serin. We all knew this would happen sooner or later." She jokingly pat me on the shoulder then went to the back of the studio. "Hey! I said it isn't true!" I rolled my eyes as I trailed behind her.

"Who's the guy?" She smiled and picked up a bucket of red paint. "You don't need to know?" Wait. That sounded more like a question. "But I want to know." Damn it why do you have to be so stubborn today? "He's a dork who doesn't have food in his house which is located two hours away, by train, away from his job."

"Sounds cute,"

"What do you mean sounds cute? He's weird. He's an odd number. He's anything but cute." She tapped the paintbrush on the tip of my nose-thank God she hasn't dipped that in red paint yet. "Anything but "cute"? Then I guess you find him... Hot?" My cheeks turned warm as I averted my eyes to the red splotched canvas which probably looked like my cheeks at the moment. "N-No, I don't." I denied.

I've just been here for over two hours and I'm already itching to get out of here. "You know what, I'm gonna go." I chucked my phone into my shoulder bag and walked towards the door. "Alright, I'm just gonna wing this. I'm too tired tonight." She dropped the paint and gathered her things as well. "Wait for me, I'll go with you."

The sky was already dark when we were half way to my apartment. "I'll see you tomorrow." I waved at Minji who stop in her tracks and had her mouth agape. "Where are you going? I thought we were going to walk home together?" I just waved her off and continued running to that all too familiar pastel filled store.

The little bell rung once again when I pushed the door open and entered the shop. There was barely anyone here, then, I remembered that it was already closing time. "Sorry we're-What are you doing here again?" He had a slight smirk plastered on his face.

I knew I shouldn't be feeling this but I felt my cheeks get warm when I saw his disheveled hair and rolled up sleeves. "I told you, I always pass by this shop to go to work and to get home." I managed to say as I stood in front of him.

"Alright, come on. I'm going home anyway." He took off the brown apron and picked up his phone from the counter. "Why do you live so far away from here? You travel, like, two hours every day to your job." He pushed the door open and let me walk out first with him trailing behind me. This makes me feel awkward.

He laughed a little and scratched the back of his neck. "I have an apartment here, don't be silly." He was about to walk away when I spoke up again. "Hey, I still owe you. It's not so late, maybe we can go get something to eat?" My palms started to sweat. Did that sound so... Never mind.

He smiled a little then shook his head. "Maybe next time. I'm really tired." I nodded a little and bid him a quick goodbye. Somehow, I was secretly wishing that he'd continue to reject my offer so I would have an excuse to come make quick trips to the café.

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Okay I'm really liking this story,

I've got everything planned out tbh I've written it on paper

I hope you guys liked this chapter though even if it was kinda boring

I'm sorry :(

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