It’s a beautiful Thursday, there are fluffy clouds dancing in a clear blue sky while the sun shines through the big window of the coffee shop, lighting the pink themed ambience; high, weathered painted pink and white walls and creamy tables with comfy tall white chairs, which you love because your short legs hang gracefully and you can swing them one at a time, up and down.
You are enjoying your favorite caramel macchiato, doodling in your notebook the cute faces of the people outside passing by and rushing to their destination, while you make up elaborate stories of their lives, oblivious to your thoughts.
‘This one works at an office as an editor, he seems cold and calculative because he's too honest and direct, but in reality he's really kind and loyal. He is on his way to meet the writer he likes; she is one of the best web novel's writers of the company he works for. And, he is thinking whether he should ask her out or not, because his best friend is also in love with her. Although, they've already kissed, after his friend broke up with her a long time ago.’ You are thinking deep inside your mind.
Then it hits you. This day is too perfect and you can feel the anxiety building up inside, like something was about to happen, your heart is starting to race and your palms are sweat. You take deep breaths and make the resolve to run away gathering your stuff as fast as possible, throwing them in a rush inside a backpack.
As soon as you get off the chair you hit something, or more accurately, someone. Your drink that was once in your hand is now spilled all over a white shirt and it's dripping on the floor. ‘Great! I knew it, this was too perfect and you had to ruin it all.’ You think, scolding you, while the tears start dwelling in your eyes because you are feeling too dumb and you can't even look up to whoever you just ruined a beautiful day with.
— “I'm so, so, so sorry” – You say embarrassed with a broken voice and about to cry, refusing to make eye contact with the poor victim of your recent panic attack.
— “Are you ok?” – A calm voice asks and you can feel a hint of concern in his tone.You can't believe you just spilled your drink all over and amazingly this person is more worried about this silly you.
— “Whoa! Don't worry, everything will be fine” – The voice adds, while a couple of manly hands start whipping the recently stained white shirt with a napkin.
You finally decide to look up to a beautiful pair of brown eyes looking at you with endearing warmth, a calm relaxation starts to invade you and within seconds you are scanning his face, almond shaped eyes, a tall nose, plush and pinkish lips and a sharp jaw. He has a side-parted mid-length brown hair.
He has a perfect face.
Pulling you out of your reverie, you frantically start to look around for more napkins, you spot some in a near table and rush to get them, when you come back you roughly shove them into his hands out of nervousness; you realize he is not just handsome, but really tall with broad shoulders, a small waist, a lean but fit body.
He is absolutely perfect.
— “What can I do to repay you? If you want I can take your shirt to the dry cleaning but you will have to take it off and I don’t know if that would be possible so I also can go and get you a new one I can do that too there must be a store nearby whatever you prefer and makes you feel more comfortable with just tell me what I can do for you.” – Without breathing you quickly say, like rapid fire, you are still embarrassed looking at that big coffee and caramel stain.
He laughs quietly, under his breath; his laugh is so funny, like when you wipe a window, that it makes you smile.
— “That's much better” – He says with a big smile. – “Well, you can repay me by buying me dinner… tomorrow night?”
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A date with Bangtan Boys
Fanfiction(COMPLETE) Short stories: Imagine a date with BTS members: Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook. Romantic stories that I hope will make your hearts flutter. Because, in this fantasy world anything could happen. Enjoy it! 💜