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A/N: The entire story runs in Third Person POV

What a beautiful day, the sun is shining through the bright sky, cool breeze flowing carrying leaves with it as if they are moving for a beautiful rhythm, the cherry blossoms are fully bloomed, a sweet smell of freshly baked pies surrounded the cafe as the pink-haired boy pulled them out of the oven.

Park Jimin, a handsome, well-built male is the owner of a small cafe in Seoul. His pink hair and soft small hands may make him look cuter but the man is strong and sassy.

A tintinnabulation of windchimes made Jimin turn his head to a sweet old lady entering the cafe, "Jimin-ah I can smell your sweet treats from a block," she says walking to her usual spot giving out a warm smile.

"Good morning Mrs.Kim" Jimin flashes his iconic eye smile walking towards her and holding her hands softly.

Mrs.Kim was one of the first and oldest customers who visited his cafe, she has been coming every day since he reopened the cafe. She is a tiny lady, walks really slowly with a smile always spread on her face. Jimin got used to her warm smile and the way she talks about her grandkids. That sweet lady reminds him of his late grandmom.

"Good morning my sweet Jimin-ah", she strokes my hand, "what do we have today?"

"Today's special is Hotteok and Yakgwa."

"Yakgwa reminds me of my childhood," she says immediately.

"Great, I'll get you a plate of Yakgwa, meanwhile you enjoy this warm cup of Omija-cha" he strokes her bonny hands as he gets up.

"Great, I'll get you a plate of Yakgwa, meanwhile you enjoy this warm cup of Omija-cha" he strokes her bonny hands as he gets up

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Jimin is not an aficionado in cooking, he picked it up from his older brother, Seokjin, who is in the states along with his parents while he stayed back in Korea

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Jimin is not an aficionado in cooking, he picked it up from his older brother, Seokjin, who is in the states along with his parents while he stayed back in Korea.

His grandmom owned this cafe before he took over, it was their favorite pastime for both him and his brother to help their grandmother in the kitchen in the cafe. She passed away a year back, after that Jimin's parents with his brother moved to the states but he stayed back. He informed his plans about taking over the cafe and remodeling it. They knew how close the bond is between Jimin and his grandmother. They didn't oppose the idea. As he reopened the cafe, he made sure not to commercialize it. He wanted to pay homage to his loving Grandmother with his cooking. He always kept a minimal menu, including traditional Korean dishes along with the western ones.

Jimin was brought up in a very loving, well off household, even though everything he wished came to him easily, he always put in the hard work

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Jimin was brought up in a very loving, well off household, even though everything he wished came to him easily, he always put in the hard work. He wants to earn the things to feel deserved. He is a very determined boy. He rubbed off all the good traits from the family, both the brothers were extremely beautiful and they are well aware of it. The down-to-earth nature of Jimin added on like an aromatic essence to a warm cup of tea.

He went back to the counter after serving Mrs.Kim. The day started and it was almost noon, the cafe is not too crowded, leaving Jimin with ample time to check on new recipes after waiting on everyone.

"I am so so hungry Chim Chim," a chin rests on his shoulders, the sudden contact made him shudder. He knew who it is. His best friend, Kim Taehyung.

"Here have some pie," he moves to hand him a piece of freshly baked apple pie, "and don't sneak in on me like that TaeTae, I almost fainted."

"and I love you too," Tae says eating his pie.

Jimin and Taehyung are friends from college, they both were art majors. Kim Taehyung owns a gallery which displays all his art work.

"When's your brother coming back ", he asks Jimin, not to mention he had a huge crush on Jimin's brother Seokjin.

"Come on Tae, leave him. He has a boyfriend now."

"I know I know, can't I just ask."

"End of this year probably" Jimin knows that Tae is over his harmless crush on his brother. His brother was the most handsome man, how can anyone not have a crush on him.

"I met someone today Chim. He gave me his number before leaving the gallery, seems interesting"

"Is it, invite him over to the cafe, I'll help you if the date goes bad", Tae nods.

"You should also meet someone you know Chim. When did you go out on a date last."

"We'll see," honestly I have been on dates recently but none of them seems to intrigue me.

"Okay then I'll see you tomorrow, I am already late for the gallery, bye Chimmie" he leaned kissing my cheeks, and left. Tae is a little touchy, and I like that about him. We both are like that, our flirty energy will flow out if we like someone.

It's almost eight, and I am putting the things away to close the cafe. I stand behind the counter cleaning the area, I hear someone open the door,

"Sorry, we are closed" I look up to see a mint-haired male entering the cafe. 

He is wearing a black leather jacket with black pants a little taller than me, with pale skin. His facial expression was curious as a cat.

"Just one cup of coffee," he said. He was looking through the window as if he is searching for something.

Jimin sighs as he brews a hot cup of coffee, he didn't want to ask the customer to leave. I should have put the closed sign first he thought. 

"Here," he says handing the cup to the mint-haired boy having brief eye contact with him.

He sits on the table near the window glaring outside sipping coffee, Jimin walks back to the counter to continue cleaning. After a while, he looks up to see an empty table with the coffee money on it.

Strange he thought as he closes the cafe slowly walking back home.

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