Take a sip ➼ pjm ✓

☕Spark☕

It was Thursday morning, the coffee as usual was ready for two as he waited.

Had he been so foolish to not even look at her eyes? He thought to himself, shaking his head, only thinking that it was just something that he had just recently noticed about her. He'll get over it.

She for one thought that fate actually wanted her to be happy. She thought that in all the times she had been having coffee with him, that she'd never get to see the day where they'd have a small conversation. Even if it was because of her faulty actions.

Even if the words were solely spoken due to the tumbling coffee.

It felt unreal. Too fantasized for reality.

And it certainly did not feel natural to her bone.

As she walked down the sidewalk to enter the coffee shop, she passed by the big window with him sitting on the cushioned chair.

But this time, his newspaper, gone.

And as she walked in for at least the hundredth time through the door, he turned around to say hello.

Something he's never done, for the time they've been doing this coffee routine.

"Hello."

Was all she could muster up to say back at him.

As she sat down, she thought, finally, after all those days envying the daily newspaper, it was finally out of sight.

And so with a bite of her inside cheek she asked him subconsciously,

"Where's the daily paper?"

Placing all her belongings by the space on her next seat.

"Oh-well I didn't have a spare dime to put in the machine, so I couldn't take one."

He says sipping his warm coffee.

She nodded.

"Where's your book?"

He asked, an eyebrow raised. He stared contently at the empty spot where her book and sometimes papers, were usually present.

"I've damaged one too many of my books, I think they've all had enough."

Her voice as light and gentle as a feather. And his heart started beating into an unusual rhythm. Thumping and dancing.

"In all these mornings we'd drink coffee, I'd never thought you wouldn't bring your books." His lips cracking a small but very contagious smile.

"Same with your newspapers."

It felt quite nice to know that the other would think about the other's small doings.

She quietly laughed to herself as she took another swig of the warm beverage.

"Park Jimin."

His hand stretched out to shake her small one.

"Kim y/n."

And with that they're hands met, shaking in a slow manner.

Causing a spark to go off in their love struck heart strings.

⋘ TO BE CONTINUED ⋙